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cattypatties · 3 years

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⚠️ Slight Spoilers for Space Jam New Legacy ⚠️

Daffy sat there on the front steps of the Warner Brother headquarters, resting his arms on his legs, one leg balanced on top of the other, bouncing his webbed foot. Resting his head in his hand as he stared out at the lot, watching a familiar trio run by. He smiled a bit seeing them, before they disappeared out of sight. The raven feathered duck letting out a sigh, as he went back to watching other actors and toons alike walk by, the world going dimmer and almost greyer.

The reason why he was sitting out there mainly was because he was just bored. He didn’t really have anything to do, other than sit around and people watch. This simply was because they had finished filming SpaceJam 2 and they had caught up on all the other media they needed to be in, even finishing sessions early. The other cast members dispersed once finished and all heading home to their loved ones and respected lives, but unlike everyone else, Daffy didn’t really have a place to go back to. Not one that was consistent for him anyway. So he practically lived at the Studio, which bothered him a bit considering he was already kissing their ass daily by playing stooge to Bugs.

..Bugs.

His thoughts immediately wandered off to the Bunny in question, thinking about everything they had been through together, all the adventures and mishaps..to the first time they met. He smiled a bit fondly over the memories, sighing happily and even though he’d never admit it out loud, he had the most fun when he was with the rabbit. The jokes they’d share, the laughter, almost every anvil to the head and blast to the face was worth hearing Bugs’ laughter. Especially the way he seemed amused with Daffy. He loved the way Bugs looked at him, However despite the feelings Daffy had for Bugs, the star of Warner Brothers didn’t exactly reciprocate. It was obvious when they had first interacted, Lola as his love interest, and although it was an act, the two had gotten along swimmingly. In fact they were both written to be absolutely head over heels in love with each other.

So obviously it left Daffy feeling resentful of her for more than one reason other than fame. Still, it wasn’t something he dwelled over, it was just something to make him reassess his own character. Especially his feelings towards his co-star and why he felt like this. He was the odd one out and the most resented anyway. Which he didn’t mind too much, it was just really confusing.

However, before he could delve into this topic any deeper, he was alerted as to a presence next to him, when he felt a soft elbow nudge him. He turned to see Bugs sitting next to him as he took a bite from his carrot, looking at him curiously.

“Eh, What’s up Duck?”

He asked Daffy in his usual tone, as he finished munching on the carrot for now, putting it away. Going back to facing the toon next to him.

“What’s it to you wise guy?”

He retorted, staying in character to avoid any unwanted attention towards him.

“Nothing, just checking in on the studio's best Duck.”

He replied coolly, Daffy simply rolled his eyes with a small huff.

“Seriously Bugsy? That’s a reference from ages ago.”

He murmured

“Eh, call me nostalgic”

He shrugged, before leaning on Daffy, the duck frowning as he rolled his eyes pushing the rabbit off

“Just leave me alone, you’re taking up my personal spaceth.”

He said quietly.

Bugs looked at Daffy for a solid minute, the Duck shrinking under his gaze, before he snapped out of it and laughed, with no real joy behind it as he pulled at his ear and started fiddling with it. The duck noted how out of character Bugs was acting before the rabbit spoke.

“I think I’ll stay.”

He replied fidgety.

Daffy’s eyes softened slightly seeing how Bugs was, before slowly lowering his own emotional walls as he nudged Bugs with his arm.

“..fine, but you better tell me what’s up bucktooth.”

He said, watching Bugs carefully.

“Right..”

Bugs glanced away, letting go of his ear as he put his hands on his lap and clenched his hands into fists as they began to shake.

“Daff..I know it wasn’t real, but..what if an offer ever came up? Like for everyone to leave for a better life? Would..would you leave me? L-Like you did…in..”

Daffy stared at the timid creature, feeling his heart stop. He remembered clearly that during the entire time they filmed Bugs had been acting strangely, and now he knew why.

The question itself was..ridiculous, but Daffy knew deep down it was still a legit fear, a chance at an alternate lifestyle? A fresh start? It was extremely tempting, something brand new that could’ve been his, he could do whatever he wanted and no one would stop him. No more faking and yet..despite everything, Daffy knew he’d rather stay like he was, than to leave his best friend, and even in that death scene they had filmed, the Duck did find himself tearing up.

“No.”

He said rather casually as if it were obvious, and to him? It most definitely was. He of course turned to see Bugs’ eyes wide and his mouth quivering as he immediately pulled Daffy into a tight hug as the Duck froze and awkwardly shifted so he sat normally and pat Bugs’ arm. The rabbit clutching onto Daffy as he snuggled against him, oddly touchy, which wasn’t usual.

Daffy felt his heart speed up, as his face flushed and he waited, before Bugs pulled away, looking at Daffy and back to his normal self. The raven feathered toon a bit flustered.

Of course almost immediately Bugs picked up on this and raised a brow as he looked at his friend, confused.

“Daffy?”

The Duck muttered something under his breath as he turned completely away from Bugs, the bunny genuinely confused. The rabbit scooted forward trying to get Daffy’s attention as he leaned towards him.

“Daff?”

The Duck continued looking away, silently praying that Bugs would go away, however the rabbit instead rested his chin on Daffy’s shoulder. Immediately making the smaller toon fall over in surprise, before falling down the rest of the stairs.

The rabbit watching as there was a series of crashes, yelps, and sounds of slamming before Daffy was at the bottom, his head on the concrete, a lump forming on his head as stars swirled around him, Bugs making his way down as he held Daffy in his arms shaking him.

“Daffy? Daffy??”

He waved a hand in front of the toon’s eyes which spiraled and swirled, flicking the stars away. Holding him close.

“Oohhh..Bugsy ‘ole pal? Isth that you? I can’t tell..there’s five of you-“

Bugs chuckled softly as he watched Daffy come to, as he shook off his dizziness and pressed the lump on his head back down until he was normal again as he looked to the rabbit and frowned

“You’re despicable”

To which the rabbit rolled his eyes

“Eh, it's not my fault you’re falling for me.”

Daffy all at once felt his face go on fire as he stared at Bugs, the two locking eyes, before the bunny’s eyes trailed down to inspect Daffy’s face to see how red his bill was, as he looked over him and smirked a tiny bit, jokingly of course.

“Aw, dat’s sweet doc, got a little crush on me?”

Daffy turned away huffing as he crossed his arms.

“I have no clue as to what you’re hinting at long ears, if you’ve got something to say, say it already. You’re wasting my time”

“Doing what?”

He leaned closer right up to Daffy as the Duck faced him looking maroon. As he raised a finger in protest and opened his bill before he comically moved his arm down like it was a lever, and his bill snapped shut. As he leaned back, casually brushing his friend off, almost dismissively.

“Oh the usual, getting in my personal spaceth, being a nuisance and DO YOU MIND WABBIT!?”

He yelled at the end, the bunny perched nearby as he batted his eyes at him innocently.

“Whatever do you mean?”

He asked feigning innocence, making the Duck’s eye twitch as he scooted away from him, his co-star following as he scooted closer.

“Bugsth…”

He warned looking at him

“Yes..?”

He asked as he grinned more, before getting an idea as he twirled around, now dressed as a woman, in a white gown, with a blonde wig with lipstick. He looked…well beautiful. Daffy stared at him, instinctively, letting out a whistle, before holding his bill as he stood up and began walking away face a bright red. Bugs followed after him and grabbed the duck’s hand and leaned his head on his shoulder, holding his arm with his other hand as if they were a couple. Daffy speeding up as he kept his eyes off Bugs. Thankfully, his blush died down as they kept walking.

He didn’t need this right now. Just a minute ago we had mister ‘I’m so vulnerable’ and now he was back to normal and while it was relieving, it was also terrible for the poor duck whose feelings were only growing the more time he spent with his damned rabbit. He paused for a moment as he halted to a stop, as he replayed his thoughts.

‘His damned rabbit.’

Oh god damn it..damn it all and damn Bugs Bunny and his..his..

He turned quietly looking to his friend, seeing him look up at Daffy lovingly, his makeup perfect, with a small smile on his lips. He looked absolutely stunning, and he was..focused on Daffy, and he seemed genuinely amused to be with him, to bother him..to just exist with him. His lovely golden eyes looked at him with a half lidded gaze, Daffy feeling his own smile start to tug at him, before he shook it off looking away, heartbeat quickening.

Eventually the two reached the gates, Daffy fully ready to push his friend right out of the lot and send him in his merry way. So that Daffy could once again be alone and figure out why he was feeling this way. Why he was in love with someone who he wasn’t meant to in the first place. Except, instead of pushing Bugs out, he paused.

Teal eyes flicking to gold, waiting almost expectantly for Bugs to just run off, but..he didn’t.

He didn’t do anything but stay right by Daffy’s side and turned to him confused. Before he let go of him and the grey toon spun around going back to normal, and pulled out his carrot taking a bite, as he rested his elbow on the duck’s shoulder.

“Eh, what’s the hold up?”

“Nothing, aren’t you going to leave?”

“And why would I do dat?”

“B-because there's literally nothing for you to do! I mean you can go home!”

Daffy gestures to the exit, frantically looking at Bugs, but despite it, the rabbit didn’t budge. In fact, he only seemed more enthused with his co-star.

“Daffy.”

He said softly, before the Duck calmed down and looked at him confused

“What??”

He took another bite from his carrot before shoving it in Daffy’s mouth and kissing him on the forehead, the Duck going the deepest shade of red as he pulled the carrot out of his mouth and looking at the bunny glaring.

“That sir is absolutely disgusthing! Thisth was just in your mouth!!”

He said waving the vegetable in front of Bugs, before the bunny took another bite of it and nodded to himself

“Eh..I didn’t know you were minty..”

He said casually, eyeing the shorter toon, watching as his face went even darker red, as he made the cutest and most flustered expression ever as he stammered. Daffy absolutely ruined as he shut his bill and looked to Bugs half glaring half bewildered.

“Y-You-yOu-YOU—“

He raised a finger and pointed it accusingly at the rabbit shaking ever so slightly, standing on his tippy flippers, as he tried to grasp his words, face still burning.

“Y-YOU’RE A-ABSOLUTELY, A HUNDRED PERCENT D-DESPICABLE!!!”

Bugs grinned watching him, knowing fully well that Daffy was the reason he loved coming to the studio everyday. As the rabbit felt his own heart fluttering slightly, taking another bite from his carrot as he shrugged.

“And you’re adorable.”

He replied cheekily. His co-worker covered his face with his hands, grumbling.

“Eh, ain’t I a stinker?”

He jested staying beside Daffy, the poor duck just feeling even more confused than before. A small smile escaped him as he glanced away, hiding his goofy grin.

“Yeah, you really are..”

He turned to face Bugs smiling at him softly, with the same look Daffy gave him back when they were filming back in action in Paris. The same soft smile and half lidded gaze with a small blush spread across his bill.

Bugs blinked, obviously surprised, because it was one of those genuine looks Daffy rarely gave, one of those looks that made the rabbit feel his own surprised smile tug at his mouth, as his ears lowered down and he felt his face heat up too.

The pair staring at each other happily, unaware of the other’s feelings, but still happy all the same.

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no-reply95 · 3 years

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So I listened to the Something About the Beatles (SATB) latest podcast today, titled “Dear Friend” with the topic of conversation John and Paul’s relationship in the 1970s. So I was thinking that this would be great because I feel like the primary things talked about when the John/Paul 1970s dynamic is discussed is Lennon Remembers, How Do You Sleep and the PlayBoy interview, maybe they’ll throw in the Lost Weekend for balance if they’re feeling so inclined... I’m obviously exaggerating here but... Firstly, before I start my rant, SATB is a good podcast, they usually have great guests (Erin Torkelson Weber the MVP of course), cover interesting topics and Robert Rodriguez is a good host who’s good at challenging things in the story that don’t ring true.

However, I feel like throughout the Beatles active years and into the post break-up years there’s a narrative that has been established that so many people are wedded to, to the point that it’s part of the orthodoxy of the band. In my opinion the narrative is that from first meeting up until the moment that John died Paul was always doing everything to be John’s BFF, he was always trying to be closest to John, no matter what John said or did, Paul would always be the one to try and mend fences and throughout the 70s he was doing whatever he could to end up back working with John. I don’t think this narrative is completely wrong but I think it’s uneven mainly because, in all this, Paul’s importance to John is completely glossed over and John’s manoeuvring to ensure that he was the most important person in Paul’s life is completely missed. So, I just want to highlight some of the instances off the top of my head where I feel that John showed how much he needed to be prioritised in Paul’s life and how much he wanted to mend fences post break-up, that I feel don’t get talked about often enough:

1) John’s competition with Jim McCartney: There’s a lot of stock put into the John-Paul-Stu triangle but that obscures a weird triangle that, maybe Paul wasn’t even aware of, but I think definitely existed which is John-Paul-Jim. By all accounts Jim didn’t want John around and was against John and Paul’s friendship. Jim had a lot of influence over Paul and had a lot of sway as his sole parent once Mary died and I think John was resentful of that. We all know about the ultimatum John gave Paul when he took the job (that Jim implored him to get) which jeopardised his commitment to the band. In John’s eyes and own words, Paul choosing to quit his job to commit fully to the band was Paul choosing John over his dad. No one (in books I’ve only seen Joshua Wolf Shenk discuss this) discusses how Jim was effectively John’s Stu, someone that obstructed his closeness and ability to influence Paul to the point that over a decade later, post break up, John saw Paul focusing on the band as a victory over his dad. John had a jealously of Paul’s closeness and prioritisation of his family that would rear its head further down the road but, by and large, I rarely see this discussed.

2) John’s jealousy of Paul’s other close friendships: On this front, we hear ad nauseam, about Paul’s jealousy of Stu, which is fine because, even without Paul acknowledging it, it’s obvious from space that Paul was jealous of Stu’s closeness to John but we never hear about John’s jealousy of Paul’s other close friendships. All the Beatles were close to Mal Evans but I think Paul was especially close to him (he was the first Beatle to befriend Mal, Mal lived with him at Cavendish for some time, Mal helped Paul write some songs etc.) which got to John. In John’s own words when discussing Magical Mystery Tour he was “choked” when he found out that Paul had come up with the idea with Mal and Mal’s widow has said that Yoko told her that John had told her (whew Chinese whispers time) that he was jealous of Mal’s friendship with Paul... Then there’s Tara Browne, it’s interesting that despite Tara apparently being really friendly and outgoing John never took to him. Maybe it was because Tara was upper class. Maybe it was because after pestering him for months, Paul chose to do LSD with Tara instead of with John and the rest of the band. Maybe it was because Paul invited Tara up to Liverpool, right after Christmas, to hang out with his family resulting in the infamous moped crash. If I put my tin foil hat on, in “A Day in the Life” when John’s reaction to the death of a man in a car crash is “to laugh” is that meaningful? The song is thought to reference Tara but does that passage give us a glimpse into how John saw Tara? If he’s laughing about Tara dying then it sounds like he really didn’t like him, possibly due to his close friendship with Paul.

3) John’s resentment of Paul’s romantic partners: So this one is interesting... There are quite a few examples to walk through so here goes. We have the incident in Hamburg where Paul is in bed with a woman and John (in the aftermath of Stu’s death and probably high on prellies) comes charging in attacking the girl, cutting up her clothes and basically scares her out of the room, maybe that was just the prellies but there seems to be too much of a pattern to ignore. Then there’s Jane of course, we don’t know a ton about John’s interactions with Jane over the years but it’s interesting that he makes a terrible first impression with her (asking her to describe how girls masturbate) and it seems that their relationship is cordial at best going forward (note how Jane and Paul never go on holiday alone with John and Cynthia in the same way George and Ringo did with their respective partners). Peggy Lipton also tells the story about how when she came to hang out with Paul in 1965, John was really rude to her out of nowhere and asked “what she was doing there” and she seemed to think that John couldn’t understand why Paul wanted to take her to dinner if all he was going to do was fuck her. Then, there’s Linda... John consistently gives interviews in the early 70s when he talks about how in a few years Paul will wake up and leave Linda, according to Ray Connolly John couldn’t believe that Paul was staying faithful to Linda and then there’s other weird occurrences in that late 60s/early 70s period. There’s the fan who claims seeing John about to hit a pregnant Linda before Paul stepped in, there’s John rushing to get married as soon as Paul does (8 days later I think which is WILD to me), there’s John describing Paul’s wedding as a “funeral” in ‘71... What does all this tell us? That John was too busy replacing Paul with Yoko to care about Paul anymore? In my book, it’s John’s fears being realised that Paul would always prioritise his family over him when push came to shove, in John’s mind he had won when he was competing with Jim for Paul but once Linda came into the picture and gave Paul the family he always wanted, I think in John’s mind, it was game over. Maybe if Paul had divorced Linda in the 70s (like John predicted) they would have worked together more, we’ll never know, but in a similar way to Yoko, Linda was a wedge in John’s relationship to Paul.

4) John’s attempts post break-up to reach out to Paul: We hear a lot about Paul reaching out to John in the 70s and not engaging with the feuding anymore, it’s Paul that decides not to respond in kind to HDYS, it’s Paul that invites John to the Venus and Mars sessions, it’s Paul going to the Dakota to see/try to see John, it’s always Paul seemingly who misses John and wants to reestablish their relationship. However, according to May Pang, John was happy to do Bangladesh if Paul was doing it too. According to Ray Connolly, John gave him a letter to give to Paul, in the hopes that Paul would call him. According to Paul and other people involved in the One to One concert, John asked Paul to appear with him during his performance in ‘72. And in the face of the backlash from HDYS, John’s the one going around calling Paul his best friend ,other than Yoko, and sending him Beatles bootlegs for Christmas.

All this is to say that John and Paul did not have this one sided relationship where only Paul cared and wanted them to repair things or where only Paul was looking to manoeuvre a situation so he was closest to John, John also wanted to be the closest person in Paul’s life, he was jealously protective of their partnership (see his angry reaction to Paul not coming to him and only him to help with Eleanor Rigby) he also seemed to fear losing Paul to his family which may have happened in his mind, who knows. Because John’s most famous post Beatles interviews have him bashing Paul and Paul’s had 40 years to talk about how much he loved John, there’s this view that Paul loved John more than John loved Paul or that John loved Paul until Yoko came in the picture, at which point Paul was no longer relevant. If Paul meant nothing to John anymore, why did he even bother writing HDYS, if he was so tuned out he wouldn’t have been bothered by Ram, none of the critics were so why was John all over that album more than a Paul is Dead truther?! Why did Yoko block Paul’s calls to John, they were happy to hang out with Ringo, what was so threatening about Paul? Why, according to Robert Rosen, were John’s diaries full of his obsessions about Paul?? We’ll never know a lot of the answers to these questions but I would love it if more podcasts even acknowledged that these questions exist and acknowledged that Paul was such a huge part of John’s life till his dying day: “we have our ups and downs but I would do anything for Paul and I think he would do anything for me” John Lennon December 8 1980.

Apologies for the rant it seems listening to Beatles podcasts always seems to set me off! But SATB is a good podcast, just feel that there are so many interesting conversations that get missed in favour of the usual narrative time and time again, so close but no cigar!

Thanks to @onesweetdreampodcast and @anotherkindofmindpod for being the only podcast I’ve heard to date brave enough to discuss these questions, I think doing that will give us a much better understanding of the Beatles and how their story unfolded.

By the way most of what I referenced above can be found in @amoralto incredible blog, have fun!

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #john and paul #something about the beatles #dear friend #jealous guy #complex relationships #thoughts #my rants

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Hey! I hope you're having a good dayyy

I saw ur requests are open and since ur lookin for sum,, can i request a thorin x reader fic (if ur still accepting hehe) where the story is similar to the ending part of the movie Artificial Intelligence (idk if you've watched that but ye the ending goes like this:

The boy (main character) wished to be with his mother again one last time, if only for a day :(( And so the aliens granted him this wish bbbut the mom didn't know she was already dead like after the sciency stuff, she woke up just like it was an ordinary day, and when the 24 hrs was up, she went back to sleep not knowing that that was the last time they'll be together :<<

So I was thinking maybe botfa?, either the reader or thorin died and then ^^^ anywayyy the magic is up to you ✨

I hope ur cool with dat,, if not that's perfectly fineee HAHA

One last day, Thorin Oakenshield

Just reading this request left me suffering. I hope I did your idea justice,,,,

anyways;

Headcanons, genderneutral pronouns

Tw: Pain. Lots of pain. Angst. Pain. Flashbacks to botfa. Pain.

- Thorin’s death had been the most difficult on you. You were left alone to rule a kingdom you didn’t have any experience with. Balin had helped you immensely, yet with every step you took, you felt as if you only worsened the kingdom.

- During the Battle of the Five Armies, you had been fighting on the other side of the planes, separated from your One. By the time you reached him, he had already left this world. You hadn’t even gotten a proper chance to say goodbye.

- And that thought had haunted you ever since that horrible day. Everyone had watched you dwelling, trying to guide others while you were unable to guide yourself.

- And then Gandalf finally decided that enough was enough. He had offered to help you say goodbye. If it would bring you closure, he’d do it for you. His terms were simple: he would bring Thorin back for one day, no more, no less.

- And you agreed, for obvious reasons. Perhaps a opportunity to say farewell would help you progress his death better. You had spent the entire evening thinking about what to tell him and what to do. You had been thinking non stop, until sleep finally caught up with you.

- The next morning, you (surprisingly) hadn’t woken up to the bright sun shining through your windows. It wasn’t the laughter and talking in the halls. It hadn’t been Balin knocking at your door. It had been snoring that woke you up. For weeks you had gone to sleep on your own, with nothing but darkness and silence surrounding you. But now, a snoring was heard. One that hadn’t been there the night before.

- You carefully turned around, but stopped halfway, noticing an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Your eyes quickly followed the trail of arms to hands, trying to understand exactly what was happening. The excitement of yesterday had washed your sense of reality within a matter of hours.

- Your breath had caught in your throat upon recognizing the hands. The rings it held, the small hairs resting on top of it, the way the fingers were shaped, but more importantly, the way they held you, the thumb resting gently as the rest of the hand held onto you. It had indeed been Thorin. Your Thorin.

- Tears had already started gathering in your eyes, harsh reality settling in. This was only for one day, but he was back. He was alive. Back with you.

- As the tears blurrier your vision, the quietest sniffle escaped your throat. Suddenly, the snoring beside you had stopped, an annoyed yet confused moan following it.

- You tried your best to get a hold of your emotions, but it was difficult when a scientifically dead person lay right next to you, as alive as you had been.

- “Amrâlîme,” he softly uttered, his voice deeper than usual, laced with sleep and confusion. Only hearing his voice again made another sob escape you, “are you alright?”

- His arm turned you around, now coming face to face with him. His hair was up in his usual braids, yet it was a bit tousled. He had his normal sleep attire on. Everything appeared as if it had been a normal morning. No injuries or blood covered his face and his eyes held life, instead of the horrifying look they had held when you saw him last time.

- Yet, as life had been shining from them, so was confusion and worry. His earlier question finally reached you and for once, you had no idea how to respond. What would you have to tell him. Would you give him the cold hard truth or enjoy your day of pretentiousness?

- “Just a bad nightmare.” You answered, trying to wipe your tears away. With no words left spoken, Thorin dragged you into his chest, your head resting on top of his heart. His beating heart. The sound of it alone, resurfaced a new pair of tears, your hands clinging onto his shirt tightly, holding him for a while, not ready to let go yet.

- Thorin had no idea what was happening or what had happened. In his eyes, you indeed just had a terrible nightmare and needed his comfort now more than ever. No nightmare has ever left you this shaken up, but he wasn’t there to ask you about it or to judge you about. He was content just laying next to you.

- The entire morning was just spent in bed, not even speaking that much, just holding onto each other, softly dozing off again, happy to be engulfed in his warmth and smell again.

- When finally deciding to get up, Thorin had been quick to grab you close to him, already busying himself with braiding your hair. The feeling had grown foreign to you, yet so nostalgic.

- As it became your turn to braid Thorin’s hair, you made sure you did your absolute best. Making them look perfect on your definite last day with him. You tried not thinking about it too long, knowing Thorin would grow concerned, and that was not how you wanted to spend your last day with him.

- When walking along the empty halls of Erebor, you held onto his arm, walking with him as if you were seeing the halls for the first time. He would tell you stories about the portraits or the stone that was being carved before Smaug took over. He would tell you about his heritage as he had done a thousand times before when in the Hall of the Kings. And you’d listen to it all. Occasionally offering a short question or a well appreciated comment.

- You had taken the opportunity to ask him about ruling and how to best approach certain situations, making sure to remember him after he’d be gone again. That way, there would still be a bit of him in control of the mountain.

- But the day had quickly run by, leaving you with only a few hours. You tried to make him stay awake all night, but Thorin was always looking forward to sleep. It had been there ever since the day the two of you met. His favorite time of the day had always been night, so he could let his worries fade away as sleep took him over, you content in his arms.

- And then you decided to finally ask that lingering question. Without thinking about it too long, you just asked him straight forward; “Thorin, I have a bit of a weird question to ask you.” You began. Immediately; his attention was on you, holding onto your hands gently.

- “Would all of this make it possible for you to die a happy dwarf?” A bewildered look flashed across his face, clearly taken aback by the question. “What makes you ask me that?”

- Now you had been driven in a corner. You had no idea how to respond. Should you be honest with him? Did you really have choice?

- Yet, a quick lie suddenly came to your rescue. “Just the nightmare I had tonight.” You explained, rubbing your thumbs over his hands. With that answer, Thorin smiled at you, one of his hands cupping your face, his figure stepping even closer to you.

- “With you by my side, I’d die anywhere a happy dwarf.” He commented sincerely.

- “You truly mean that?” You had questioned, not knowing if he had been just trying to soothe you or actually speaking the truth. But then yet again, Thorin had never been one for lying.

- “With all my heart, Amrâlîme. Truly.” And with that, he put a soft, yet lingering kiss on your lips, making you wish you could stay like that forever. You had believed him the moment he had uttered these words.

- “Now, I’m exhausted. We should go to sleep. It’s been a long day.” The dwarf concluded, toying with the end of your braids before dropping them. You mustered a tiny smile his way before climbing into bed.

- In a matter of moments, Thorin had been beside you, his arm around you like it had been this morning. You snuggled into his chest, playing with the rings around his fingers as his breath softly tickled your neck. Only now, your tears resurfaced.

- He hadn’t feared dying. Not as long as you had been with him. And you had been. For nearly all your life. You placed a small kiss on his hand. It was your small way of saying goodbye and thank you, but he didn’t know. For him, it had been a small sign of saying “I love you.”

- “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kurdel. Sleep well.” Thorin mumbled, placing his lips on your lips, a regular goodnight kiss he’d give you. But it wouldn’t suffice this day.

- You turned around, wrapping your arms around him as you kissed his lips in response.

- “I love you, Thorin. You do know that, right?” You mumbled against his lips, nearly touching them.

- “Of course I do. Men lananubukhs menu, ghisvashel.” He whispered back, kissing you once more.

- When you were finally happy with your goodbye, you laid your head on his chest, satisfied to hear it beating for a moment. The soft tapping of it lured you to sleep after a while. Thorin followed you shortly after it, always falling asleep only after you had. He was holding onto your hands, a proud smile on his face.

- And that’s how he left again. Happy, with you in his arms, knowing he had reclaimed his homeland.

- Upon waking up the next morning, you hadn’t even been that sad anymore. You knew Thorin died a satisfied man, and it was enough to bring you the comfort you needed. And finally, after a long few months, you felt confident enough to take the mountain into strong hands, ruling it as he would have. The braids he had made the morning earlier were still freshly in your hair, somehow seemingly untouched. And you left it like that, happy to care the smallest bit of him around with you.

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Digimon Savers Commentary Episode 29 - Resurrected Digivices! A New, Shining Light!

In this episode, looking for a way to fix their broken Digivices, Masaru, Tohma and Yoshino come across a dojo where BanchouLeomon forcibly trains them to understand their Digisoul better, and the Bio-Hybrids show up to make things a lot more do-or-die.

(The spoiler warning I brought up last episode also applies to this one; I will be mentioning secrets that are not talked about in the story until episode 45.)

The recap is… still actually reasonably short. I’m surprised; I suspected that the future unnecessarily-long recaps which I’ve been pre-emptively complaining about a lot are the result of low animation budget, so I guessed that they’d start becoming more common at around the point that the protagonists’ Digimon start evolving into Ultimate-level forms that must take a lot more time for the animators to draw. Still, I’m pretty sure it happens soon.

One thing you can kinda notice already in this episode is a decrease in animation quality. This happens to be an episode in the weakest, most low-detail art style, but even within that, things are looking a bit worse than other episodes in this style – probably because the animator spent a lot of their time this episode drawing some ridiculously detailed Ultimate-level Digimon designs. Legitimately my single biggest complaint about Savers is that it needed more animation budget, and we’re reaching the point in the series at which that begins to show.

Anyway, the episode opens on Kouki beating up a tree. He’s not happy about having lost to Masaru and co. last episode.

(This is, of course, rather similar to the kind of behaviour Masaru exhibits when an opponent has outmatched him in strength.)

The three Bio-Hybrids have regrouped at their camp. Neither Nanami nor Ivan seem remotely bothered about losing like Kouki is. Ivan actually goes this entire scene sounding like a normal, rational person, without a single comment hitting on a woman or doing his terrible one-note joke of unintentionally thinking out loud, it’s a miracle.

Kurata shows up on a video call to tell them not to worry about the DATS trio.

Kurata: “It’s hard to believe they’ll be a big threat to us when they don’t even have the backup of their organisation.”

It feels a little like Kurata is trying to reassure himself of this here. It’s fine, he destroyed DATS the organisation, so there’s no way these three people could possibly pose any threat to him even if they proved to be able to overpower his Bio-Hybrids. Kurata is definitely still completely in control of the situation.

Kurata orders them to focus on hunting down Digimon for now. Kouki is not happy with this.

Kouki: “Like I care about that. This… has to do with my pride!”

Just like someone else we know, he’s willing to disobey the orders of his superior in order to satisfy his pride and competitive streak.

Nanami: “I don’t care either way.”

Meanwhile, Nanami doesn’t give a damn that they lost. She’s similar to Kouki in that she’s in this for the fun of it, but different in that she doesn’t really give a damn about winning or losing in particular.

Elsewhere in the Digital World, as we catch up with the DATS trio (without Ikuto, because he went off on his own last episode), Yoshino is confirming that their broken Digivices really don’t work. The animation showing this is a bit odd, though, because she’s waving a completely Digisoul-less hand over the device; it unintentionally comes across like she’s not trying properly. You’d think the problem here would be that, while they can still summon their Digisoul like normal, they can’t use it on their Digivices. Nothing about having a broken Digivice should be able to prevent them from getting the Digisoul to show up at all – Masaru got his first ever Digisoul in episode 1 before he was even given a Digivice in the first place.

Though they’re in a different part of the Digital World than they were last episode, implying some travel time offscreen, this scene feels awkwardly like a repeat of the scene from the end of last episode – Yoshino and Tohma lamenting that they’re screwed without functional Digivices, Masaru insisting that they just need to find his dad. Tohma then asks how they’re going to find Professor Daimon when he could be anywhere, which surely is an issue that you’d want to address before you started wandering aimlessly through the Digital World in an attempt to find him?

Regardless, though they probably should have talked about this sooner, they figure out between them that their best chance of finding a lead on Suguru’s whereabouts is at Wanderer’s Cape, aka the place they visited in episode 16 that the Digimon avoided because the human expedition team used to have a base there.

As Masaru starts to head off, Tohma suddenly tackles him to the ground and holds a hand over his mouth. The Bio-Hybrids, in their Digimon forms, are here looking for them. Kouki really did decide to disobey Kurata’s orders in order to come and settle his fight, and apparently the other two were happy to tag along.

Our six protagonists hide behind some rocks – Gaomon is also covering Agumon��s mouth, amusingly – so they won’t be seen.

As Kouki taunts Masaru to come out and face him, Masaru strains against Tohma’s hold on him and the hand covering his mouth. Tohma made absolutely the correct decision to physically force Masaru to stay quiet here, because Masaru one hundred percent would impulsively yell back at Kouki and broadcast their location to the enemy while they’re currently incapable of defending themselves.

Tohma: “Bear with it!”

But I love the phrasing Tohma uses here, because it shows how much he gets Masaru. He’s not thinking that Masaru would shout back at Kouki simply out of being stupid and careless. He knows that Masaru finds it almost physically painful to feel powerless against an enemy taunting them and would want to do anything he could to assert some kind of control over the situation, just because of who he is.

BioThunderBirmon: “You coward!”

Hearing this, Masaru strains even harder against Tohma’s hand, and again, Tohma tells him to “bear with it”. He knows that Masaru’s desire to yell back doesn’t have anything to do with logic or strategy and is simply about him not being able to hold back his emotions without outside help. And Masaru does stop straining quite as hard when he hears Tohma’s words!

It worked; the Bio-Hybrid Digimon pass through the area and leave without noticing them.

Masaru: “I’ll definitely pay them back for this next time.”

Pay them back for what, Masaru? They didn’t even do anything to you. Clearly he nonetheless sees “being made to hide and feel powerless and unable to fight back” as something worth getting back at someone for, which, of course he does. I love Masaru.

Now safe to head to Wanderer’s Cape in peace, they make it there only to find that the upside-down mansion underneath the jutting-out cliff has disappeared entirely. Instead, there’s a small building on top of the cliff that wasn’t there before. It’s a “Digisoul Dojo”, according to the sign on the door, which is written in Digicode and translated for us by the subbers, who are Digimon nerds enough to know Digicode as well as Japanese.

BanchouLeomon is here, standing on the dojo’s roof, because he still can’t not be incredibly extra about everything.

Of course, Suguru must have suspected they’d come looking for him at some point to seek out more knowledge about their Digivices, especially after BanchouLeomon gave them that vague advice about “power” last episode. I imagine he built the dojo here on purpose, the one place that DATS would know is connected to Suguru and would come to first when they wanted to find him.

Masaru: “What happened to the mansion here?”

BanchouLeomon: “I don’t know.”

Honestly, I don’t know what happened to the mansion either. He could be telling the truth, and it just disappeared of its own accord without his knowledge through some Digital World weirdness. That said, I also wouldn’t put it past him to be lying that he doesn’t know, and actually he destroyed it himself, for… some reason? Maybe there was something in there he didn’t want them to find? Maybe he just wanted to distract them from his connection to Suguru by acting like this dojo is a totally unrelated thing?

The mansion being gone doesn’t make the most 100% airtight sense, but it is nonetheless a very deliberate non-coincidence that BanchouLeomon showed up here of all places.

I talked last episode about guessing whether it’s Suguru or BanchouLeomon in control in each of his appearances, and for this episode, I’m very sure it’s meant to be Suguru. Admittedly he’s still being rather extra by standing on the roof – I bet BanchouLeomon had a say in that decision – but otherwise he’s somewhat more subdued and less over-the-top than he was in the last episode. But most pointedly, all of the teaching about Digisoul he’s about to do is definitely more Suguru’s area than BanchouLeomon’s.

Because I can definitely do it!

The narrative really likes punctuating BanchouLeomon’s appearances extra-dramatically by having things cut to the opening soon after he shows up. Here’s the final lyric of the first opening, because at last this is the final episode that this opening is used for! (In the normal sense, at least.) Yes, yes, I know I’ve been kind of grasping to find something worthwhile to mention about this opening for every single one of 29 episodes, shush. It’ll be easier with the next one, because there’s more stuff going on in that opening and fewer episodes for it to be spread between.

BanchouLeomon: “What is the Digisoul?”

Anyway, this is the question BanchouLeomon posed to them before the opening, which he repeats again after the opening for more dramatic emphasis. As Masaru asks him what the hell he’s even talking about, he leaps off the roof to come stand closer to them. I wonder if Suguru was feeling kind of awkward about having this dramatic booming conversation with them from such a distance and wanted to do things a bit more normally.

Masaru: “What? Wanna take a shot at me?”

Masaru no, him coming closer does not automatically mean he wants to fight you, stop trying to fight him. (Of course he still wants to fight a tough guy like BanchouLeomon. Man, if only he knew.)

BanchouLeomon asks them again what the Digisoul is.

Masaru: “Huh? What are you talking about? It has to do with evolution… right?”

Yoshino: “What are *you* talking about? The Digisoul is… … … Huh? What is it anyway?”

There’s a comedic quiz-show like sound effect during Yoshino’s long pause as the others all stare at her expecting her to answer.

I kind of like how the trio’s response to this is to scoff at the apparently obvious question – of course they know what the Digisoul is, it’s that thing they use all the time to evolve their Digimon, right? – only to realise, when they think about it, that they don’t actually have the first clue what it really is and how it works to cause their Digimon to evolve at all.

BanchouLeomon: “I see. It’s only natural that your Digivices broke from that dismal level of understanding.”

The reason their Digivices broke last episode isn’t necessarily that they can’t handle Ultimate-level power at all, but rather that they couldn’t handle an Ultimate-level Digisoul that wasn’t properly under control, because their wielders didn’t understand how Digisoul works in order to be able to control it.

Also, look at BanchouLeomon – Suguru – just casually dropping the fact that their Digivices broke when they haven’t actually told him that yet. Maybe he’d been eavesdropping on them sometime earlier, or maybe he just guessed that that would have happened based on everything else he knows about how this works and why they’d even come looking for him.

Masaru: “What did you say?!”

Tohma: “How did you know that?”

That incongruency goes completely over Masaru’s head because he’s too caught up on the perceived insult, but Tohma picks up on it.

BanchouLeomon: “Follow me. Then the path to your future will open.”

With that utter lack of an explanation for anything, he heads inside the dojo. Suguru sure is being incredibly vague here, but I imagine that’s on purpose, for more than one reason (the biggest one being that he can’t let them know he’s Suguru and so he doesn’t want to make it obvious just how much he knows about this stuff).

The trio confer on what to do. Tohma figures they have no choice because it’s clear BanchouLeomon must know something, like he picked up on. Masaru is just hoping for an excuse to get to fight him, because of course he is. The three of them figure they might as well go along with whatever this is and head inside. Their Digimon partners try to follow, but BanchouLeomon shows up again to block their way.

BanchouLeomon: “This is something you’ll need in order to fight alongside them in future. You should believe in your partners and wait.”

That’s… not actually a very good reason why they should stay outside? If this is something they need in order to fight with their human partners, surely it’d help for them to be with their partners while the humans learn this new power?

But I think that this being a load of profound-sounding bullshit is the point. Suguru wants the Digimon to stay outside because that’s part of the real test he’s putting them through here.

Tohma: “Now, tell us. What do you know?”

BanchouLeomon: “Before that, let me tell you one thing.”

Suguru is still very deliberately fobbing off any questions about this. You might as well stop asking, Tohma, the lion man does not want to tell you anything about himself or how he knows this stuff.

BanchouLeomon: “As long as you are unable to get a good command of your Digisouls, you will have no future.”

Harsh, but also basically true in a general sense – if they can’t gain command of an Ultimate-level Digisoul, they’re very dead when it comes to fighting against Kurata’s forces. He says this kind of out of nowhere, but I suspect this may be Suguru justifying to himself what he’s trying to do here (more on that later).

Masaru: “Shut up! You’ve got no right to go on lecturing us!”

At this, Masaru rushes forward to punch him. While BanchouLeomon is of course being frustratingly vague, I don’t think that’s the only reason Masaru takes issue with it – I think he also does not appreciate the implication that if he can’t do this (weird and vague and confusing) thing, then he’s not good enough at all.

BanchouLeomon dodges the punch and then summons three wooden training dummies which can move on their own, somehow, either through some weird Digimon power of his or because he built them that way, I guess? He claims that in order to complete this training, they must completely destroy the dummies, and this will open up their new power. It is very questionable that doing such a thing would be enough to unlock a greater understanding of Digisoul, and again, I believe that this claim being complete bullshit is entirely the point and that’s not really what Suguru’s after here.

Yoshino: “We never agreed to this! We just wanted to repair our Digivices!”

Yoshino continues to be the best and the most focused on the immediate practical problem. Tohma entered the dojo to try and figure out what BanchouLeomon knew that he wasn’t letting on, Masaru entered for the chance to get to fight him – only Yoshino was still focused on what they actually came here to do.

Masaru drops his fighting stance to glance back at her with a brief look that very much seems to be saying “oh yeah, that’s what we came here for, I forgot”. Oh, Masaru.

BanchouLeomon: “Be more aware of your gullibility. If you can’t overcome this trial, everything you do will be futile.”

Yoshino already knows that things will be futile if they don’t fix their Digivices, and since BanchouLeomon is currently being incredibly vague about whether or not this “trial” will actually fix them, it’s a bit much to call her “gullible” for not buying into his training dummy nonsense.

I wonder if this is him accidentally letting slip the fact that the three of them were being “gullible” to even enter the dojo in the first place. Tohma declares that this is absurd and ludicrous – a very correct assessment – and goes to leave, only to get a mild electric shock as he touches the door. BanchouLeomon’s sealed the dojo with a barrier.

BanchouLeomon: “Your training has already started. You can’t get out of here until you’ve completed it.”

Masaru: “Don’t leave out something important like that!”

I love Masaru taking issue at this. Of course he’d be frustrated at someone else not being up-front about their intentions and hiding important things about what’s going on. Underhandedness and trickery is so not Masaru’s style and he hates others using it on him, too.

(Oh man if only he knew who just used that kind of tactic on him. Honestly, I bet Suguru’s got to kind of hate being in a position where he has to do this. Masaru gets it from him; Suguru must really desperately wish he could just be up-front and straightforward about all this, too. There’s a reason he isn’t, and apparently it’s something even Suguru is willing to compromise his manly principles for.)

In his frustration, Masaru rushes forward for another punch. He’d clearly prefer his target to be BanchouLeomon, but a training dummy gets between them before he can connect, so that’ll have to do.

BanchouLeomon: “For power, you need a strong heart and unwavering courage!”

He’s… not entirely wrong here, but he’s still being very unhelpfully vague. This training is supposed to help them learn what the Digisoul is, but he’s not telling them what it is, even though, being Suguru, he knows the answer perfectly well. It seems like he’s doing things in this indirect way because he feels they’ll learn better if they figure it out themselves. (Hey, that at least is actually good teaching principles!) Masaru is certainly someone who’ll internalise a lesson better that way.

Outside the dojo, the Digimon partners are sitting around bored. Agumon’s chasing a baby Botamon for some reason, maybe to try and ask it questions about what’s been going on around here? Who knows. It’s scared of him and gets away before he can catch it, at any rate. (Let’s be charitable to Agumon and assume that, since it’s a fellow sapient Digimon, he wasn’t planning to eat it. I don’t think Digimon prey on each other in this universe? It’s not really brought up at all, for understandable reasons.)

Lalamon and Gaomon discuss whether they trust BanchouLeomon. Lalamon decides that she thinks they should, but can’t explain why. He certainly hasn’t given them any particular reason to trust them and has been acting rather vague and suspicious, but I suppose Lalamon can nonetheless intuitively pick up that his intentions are good. Gaomon doesn’t seem quite so sure, though he reluctantly decides to trust him anyway (not like they have a choice). Being a lot more cautious and analytical, like Tohma, it follows that he’d not quite be able to let go of all the weird ways BanchouLeomon’s been acting.

(Agumon’s only contribution to this conversation is the fact that he’s hungry. It’s kind of a shame that’s all he’s got to say here, because I’d have been interested to hear his take on BanchouLeomon. Probably something along the lines of trusting him because he’s cool and strong and a banchou, knowing him and his aniki.)

Back in the dojo, Masaru and Tohma are beating up the training dummies. Masaru’s taking on one while Tohma takes on two, which I’m surprised Masaru isn’t complaining about. We can see their difference in fighting styles here, with Masaru’s full-bodied punches contrasted with Tohma’s quick, sharp boxing jabs.

Yoshino: “Keep it up…”

Yoshino, who isn’t a fighter at all, is awkwardly sitting on the sidelines, cheering them on in a very deadpan way. She doesn’t want to be here and probably thinks this whole thing is ridiculous but has no choice but to sit and wait for those two to sufficiently beat up the dummies so she can leave. I love her exasperation that gets across here.

BanchouLeomon: “The Digisoul is not controlled solely by brute strength. It is mastered using the cries of your heart and the strength of your will! That is the shortcut to the ultimate Digisoul!”

Masaru: “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

I don’t blame Masaru; BanchouLeomon really is continuing to be so unhelpfully vague and metaphorical. Surely Suguru can’t be expecting Masaru of all people to actually get what he’s on about here. That’s probably intentional, because he’s just stalling until the real point of this lesson comes to pass.

But also, to be fair, Suguru has been stuck in the Digital World for ten years, barely talking to anyone at all, especially not other humans. He’s probably a bit out-of-touch about how to communicate things properly by this point. Maybe that’s a part of why he’s being so weird about this, too.

Outside again, the Digimon partners have got bored enough that they’ve started playing hopscotch, which is pretty cute. I bet it was Lalamon who suggested the game, since she’s been with Yoshino for most of her life and would be most likely to know playground games like this. Shame that hopscotch isn’t exactly something Lalamon herself can actually play.

They’re interrupted by the Bio-Hybrids showing up – in human form, for some reason, even though they were flying/running around in their Digimon forms in the earlier scene. Absolutely nobody can grasp the idea of staying evolved for more efficient transport, can they.

In the dojo, Masaru succeeds in punching one of the dummies hard enough that it falls to pieces… but then it glows and reforms itself. BanchouLeomon made these dummies to be resilient enough to utterly refuse to be destroyed by anything less than an Ultimate-level Digisoul. Somehow.

BanchouLeomon: “You can’t just discharge your Digisoul. Refine it, condense it, and focus all of it into one point!”

Even aside from the fact that this advice is still probably too vague for Masaru to grasp, the thing is that Masaru’s not even using his Digisoul at all right now! He can’t practice how to focus his Digisoul if his Digisoul isn’t even active! (Though, weirdly, we’re still hearing the Digisoul sound effect when he punches the dummies, but we’re not seeing it, so I have to assume it’s not actually there.)

They’re interrupted by a crashing sound from outside. The Bio-Hybrids have evolved (offscreen, raising even more questions as to why the writers had them show up in human form in the first place) and are attacking the DATS Digimon, demanding to know where their partners are.

Agumon: “You think we’ll tell you?!”

BioCoatlmon: “They’re inside that building, right?”

I mean, it doesn’t take a genius, but. There really is only one place the humans could possibly be hiding, in this wide open clifftop with a single building on it.

BioThunderBirmon: “Now that we know that… you’re in the way.”

They’re… not, though? They’re tiny compared to you and also you can fly. Feels more like Kouki being his usual cruel self and taking an excuse to beat up some defenceless victims on the way to his main goal.

The partner Digimon are determined to stand their ground until their partners come out of there with new power like BanchouLeomon promised they would. Which, honestly, is a bit of a weird approach to this situation? The Digimon don’t know that BanchouLeomon sealed the building with a barrier and their partners are literally trapped inside there at the moment. You think their response to this situation would be “okay, screw the training, we need to get our partners and get out of here right now”. Though I suppose that either way their Digivices are broken and so fighting back is out of the question unless some new power suddenly happens like BanchouLeomon is insisting it will.

Agumon: “I’ll beat the crap out of those guys for Aniki!”

Oh, Agumon, sharing his aniki’s trait of refusing to acknowledge how utterly outmatched he is.

As BioThunderBirmon fires an attack, the group inside the dojo hear and feel an even louder crash from outside.

Tohma: “What’s going on out there?!”

BanchouLeomon: “Even if you knew, there’s nothing you can do.”

That sure is a harsh way of putting it. But then, given that it’s Suguru saying this, maybe this line is actually pretty telling. Suguru’s spent the past ten years trapped over here (well, sort of), probably constantly wondering what’s going on back home in the human world and how his family’s doing. And yet… even if he knew, there’d be nothing he could do. This may well be something he’s told himself over and over again to try and cope with that desperate desire to just know, especially given how curiosity is one of Suguru’s defining characteristics.

Masaru: “You can’t say that, that only bothers us even more!”

Meanwhile, Masaru’s less bothered by the not knowing and more bothered by the not being able to do anything part of that statement, as always.

More impacts from outside break off pieces from the dojo, allowing them to see out through the translucent barrier to where their partners are badly hurt already. I love how Masaru unthinkingly rushes towards Agumon as if to protect him, forgetting in the heat of his worry about the barrier being electrified.

Tohma: “BanchouLeomon! Lift this barrier right now!”

BanchouLeomon: “I can’t do that.”

Let’s be real. He totally could. He made this barrier; he can take it down. It’s completely unreasonable to think that it’ll somehow unavoidably stay up until they complete their “training” and he didn’t think to include a failsafe in the event of an emergency like this. If that was actually what was going on here, BanchouLeomon would be a huge fool and the worst trainer ever. But Suguru’s no fool.

What I’m sure is really going on here is that this is the moment Suguru deliberately set up and has been waiting for this whole time. He wanted the humans trapped inside this barrier and unable to help as their Digimon partners face mortal peril outside, because that’s the sort of situation that’s going to trigger an Ultimate-level Digisoul out of them. The dummies and the vague “teachings” were nothing but an excuse to stall for time until the Bio-Hybrids showed up.

BanchouLeomon: “If you want to leave this place… hurry and finish your training!”

He’s still not telling them that, though. Telling them it’s a setup and that he could take down the barrier and go out there to kick the Bio-Hybrids’ asses any time he felt like it would rather defeat the purpose, after all.

(Granted, this is a huge risk Suguru’s taking. If the humans aren’t capable of achieving their Ultimate levels right here, he’s literally getting their partners killed. However, he probably figured that’s a fair risk to take, because if they’re not capable of reaching Ultimate level, they and their partners are going to end up dead sooner or later anyway. He basically said as much earlier, which is why I think that line might have been him justifying this to himself.)

Outside, the Digimon partners are forcing themselves to their feet. They don’t even seem to have noticed that the wall of the dojo behind them has broken and that their partners can see them. They’re in too much pain to turn around right now, and it also seems like the barrier is one-directionally soundproof.

Agumon: “Aniki and the others *will* get stronger and come back! For us, in Aniki…”

Gaomon: “In Master…”

Lalamon: “In Yoshino…”

Agumon, Gaomon & Lalamon: “Our belief is strong!”

I say “one-directionally soundproof”, because the humans inside the dojo can evidently hear this. Imagine how they’re feeling as they realise how much their partners believe in them, to the point of fighting against ridiculous odds because of that belief in them, and yet right now they’re not living up to that belief and their partners are going to die if they don’t.

The Bio-Hybrids fire off more attacks at the Child-levels, who cry out in pain as their human partners watch helplessly. (It’s honestly kinda surprising that this hasn’t killed them by now, but I guess they really are being that determined. And/or, being partnered with a human has some serious perks in terms of making a Digimon very resilient and difficult to kill.)

As the smoke from the attacks clears, Gaomon and Lalamon are collapsed on the ground, but Agumon isn’t with them. BioThunderBirmon is hovering above a hole in the ceiling with an injured, helpless Agumon in his claws.

BioThunderBirmon: “Daimon… MASARU! Stop sightseeing inside there and come on out already. If you don’t, he’ll die.”

Really, for the sake of Kurata’s genocide mission, the Bio-Hybrids should simply kill the Child-level Digimon right here while they’re defenceless. That’s way more important than getting to the humans, who can’t do anything significant on their own without partners. But since this isn’t on Kurata’s orders and is Kouki going rogue to settle the score from last episode (while roping Nanami and Ivan into coming with him), it seems that Kouki won’t be satisfied without proving he’s stronger than Masaru at his full strength. He really doesn’t want to just kill Agumon as Agumon if he can help it, because that wouldn’t prove much at all.

But of course, Masaru is in no state to realise any of this. He stares up in horror at Agumon, his best friend, hurting and helpless at the mercy of the enemy who’s about to kill him and there’s nothing Masaru can do…

…and he grimaces in an indescribable kind of emotional agony as he flares up with Digisoul, roaring with desperation. BioThunderBirmon sees the light from outside the building – they recognise it as the same light from last episode – and drops Agumon in surprise, but it doesn’t matter. The emotions have been triggered; this is what Suguru was looking for.

BanchouLeomon: “That’s not enough. Don’t leave it all to your emotions. Control your Digisoul with the force of your will!”

Masaru: “Even if you say that, I don’t…”

Oh Masaru, still struggling to understand things in more metaphorical terms like that, even right now when he’s actually feeling the concept in practice.

(also please appreciate Masaru’s hair floating upwards ridiculously from the force of his Digisoul as he grapples with how to control this new power)

BanchouLeomon: “What do you wish for?”

Masaru: “Huh?”

BanchouLeomon: “What do you wish for?!”

Credit to him, now that the real point of the lesson is here and it actually matters, maybe Suguru’s not such a bad teacher after all. Masaru can’t understand things when he puts them more metaphorically, but framing things as a simple, direct question such as this is exactly what he needs – and surely his dad of all people would know that.

Of course Masaru knows exactly what he wishes for: right now, he wants to save Agumon and the others. As he focuses on that wish, his Digisoul controls itself into a concentrated glow around him.

BanchouLeomon: “The Digisoul is the power of a human’s feelings… and the Digimon respond to those emotions!”

Of course it is! On hearing this, Tohma remembers the whole thing about Digimon being influenced by human emotions, with a tone that sounds like he’s kicking himself for not drawing this connection sooner. Of course Digisoul was always just another form of that. What else would it be?

And, now that I can finally properly talk about what it is, I want to mention that I really love Digisoul as a worldbuilding concept. Every other Digimon series has human partners being required for Digimon to evolve at will, and it’s clear that this has something to do with their bond, but I was never really properly sold on why this was necessary. Digisoul gives a clear and tangible reason as to why humans are such an important part of the human-Digimon partnerships, like no other Digimon series does. That human emotions thing that we spent a lot of the early episodes establishing and exploring was always serving as worldbuilding not only for that itself but also to underpin the entire concept of Digisoul in general. It’s great.

BanchouLeomon: “Human desires are said to have seven different classifications.”

No, they don’t, shut up, this is not about the seven deadly sins, please forget he ever said this line in particular.

BanchouLeomon: “But… the untainted and genuine wish of wanting to protect someone is another type of desire.”

Surely Digisoul isn’t just about wanting to protect someone? There’s gotta be other things that fuel it than that. How I choose to interpret this whole thing in my universe where I pretend nobody ever mentioned the seven deadly sins at all is that it’s simply negative, uncontrolled human emotions and desires which influence Digimon against their will and cause them to rampage, while positive human emotions and desires that are more under the wielder’s control become Digisoul, which can make Digimon stronger while letting them stay in control of themselves.

BanchouLeomon: “Once you’re able to control that with your will, the ultimate Digisoul will be born!”

Again establishing the idea that a Digisoul this powerful needs to be properly under control in order to work right. Last episode, they had the emotions powerful enough to reach Ultimate, but because they weren’t conscious of the concept of Digisoul being human emotions, they weren’t able to control that power as much as they needed to in order for it to not break their Digivices.

Masaru: “Then, I’ll fire up these emotions without holding back!”

It’s very fitting that Masaru’s the first one to put this concept into practice, even before he consciously understood what Digisoul was. He’s always been the most openly emotional of the group, and it turns out that’s a lot of what makes him so powerful, so long as he can stay conscious of this now and keep his emotions under control.

Then Yoshino and Tohma decide to do it too, and they just kinda go “RRRRRRRGGGGH” and flare up with their own extra-glowy Digisoul within seconds. This is… kiiinda silly and doesn’t quite land right, I don’t think. They didn’t have that moment of extra-intense mortal peril for their partner like Masaru did, and while I’m sure they’re still worried about their own partners, that seems to have taken a backseat right now next to BanchouLeomon explaining Digisoul to them. At the very least, I feel like the writers ought to have put in maybe a few moments of them looking at their own partners, like they’re reminding themselves of their emotions and how determined they are to save them, before this works.

As it is, it kinda ends up coming across like this is something Tohma and Yoshino would have been able to do straight away if BanchouLeomon had just begun by telling them “so hey, Digisoul is the power of your positive emotions”, rather than him needing to orchestrate this perilous situation to have it trigger for them in practice like it very demonstrably just did for Masaru. Which, I mean, maybe that’s the case for those two, since they’re much less learn-by-doing people than Masaru is? But that still feels a little disappointing.

The other thing I might have considered doing if I were the writer here is simply have Tohma and Yoshino not manage to achieve their Ultimate-levels here in this episode, and leave it for a bigger personal moment for each of them in upcoming episodes now that they understand the theory of it. Buuuut unfortunately, with their Digivices broken, they kinda need to achieve this now, because otherwise they won’t be able to fight at all and that’d be awkward for upcoming battles.

Anyway, with all three Digisouls fired up and concentrated, BanchouLeomon orders them to charge those Digisouls into their Digivices. Yoshino (I love that it’s her) points out that their Digivices are still broken, but he tells them to do it anyway.

Masaru, of course, is the first one to just try it. It doesn’t only fix the Digivice, it also turns it into a new version called the Digivice Burst, which is basically the only bit of shameless merchandise advertisement that Savers has. A lot of other Digimon series have weird gimmicks with the evolutions that are screaming of being an attempt to sell toys to kids, but Savers just has two different kinds of Digivices and that’s it.

BanchouLeomon: “Your Digivices themselves took in your feelings and evolved.”

I… guess? I guess if Digisoul can evolve injured Digimon into a new and unharmed form, it can do the same for Digivices. I guess that’s supposed to be the same principle here as to how this worked. Still feels like a very weird way to word it, though.

BanchouLeomon really could have just mentioned from the beginning of all this that, oh hey, by the way, if you achieve Ultimate-level Digisoul then it’ll fix your Digivices. That might have made everyone a lot more happy about staying to do this “training”. Perhaps he didn’t because he didn’t want to make it obvious that he knew this would happen, just in case people might conclude something from that fact – more on that at the end of the episode.

Apparently just for drama’s sake, because he’s already achieved the power he needs to save Agumon, Masaru roars once again and flares up with even more Digisoul to the point that it completely disintegrates the training dummies and destroys the rest of the dojo’s structure. I suppose the point of this is that the dummies and the dojo’s barrier were always designed to be able to be destroyed by Ultimate-level Digisoul. BanchouLeomon technically wasn’t lying when he said that the goal of the training was to destroy the dummies.

It’s definitely just for drama’s sake and to be good old Masaru that he then leaps out of the ruins and punches BioThunderBirmon right in the face. This is the first time we’ve seen Masaru fire up his Digisoul without punching something first! (I don’t think the dummies are meant to count.) But he still wanted to do the usual evolution-heralding punch anyway. If nothing else, Kouki deserves to be punched in the face for taunting him while threatening Agumon’s life.

With that, he rushes to the injured Agumon’s side.

Masaru: “Sorry for the wait, Agumon!”

Aww, he feels bad that he didn’t figure all this out sooner so that Agumon wouldn’t have had to get so hurt! Friends.

Agumon: “I believed in you…”

Masaru: “Thank you.”

Awwwww, Agumon, and Masaru’s face upon hearing this again, and Masaru thanking Agumon for believing in him (when Masaru himself must have been doubting for a moment if he’d ever manage to find enough power to save Agumon in time). They are friends.

Masaru: “Digisoul Charge! Overdrive!”

Here’s the new evolution call! I enjoy how it works as a follow up to “Full Charge”; that was like charging up to 100%, and now we’re going overdrive, way beyond 100% to an even ridiculously greater power. Of course “Perfect” isn’t the final evolution level, what would ever make you think that, this is a shounen anime.

Oh, also Believer is here again and has been winding up since Masaru’s Digivice “evolved” (it has quite a long intro, so it only just hit the main part of the melody now). We haven’t heard it since Yatagaramon happened back in episode 25, so, again, it doesn’t feel played-out and gives an appropriately triumphant mood! I still really appreciate that Savers does this and wish more other Digimon series would.

The evolution animations are rather CG. It’s not precisely bad CGI, but it’s very noticeably shiny in a way that the also-CG Perfect-level animations managed to avoid being; those imitated the 2D animation style reasonably well as CG goes.

As with most Ultimate-level Digimon, ShineGreymon and MirageGaogamon are ridiculously elaborate armoured designs who are probably between them responsible for all of the drop in animation quality from hereon out, because the animators must have to spend so much of their allotted per-episode work time just drawing these guys over and over. I have drawn ShineGreymon three times myself, and all three times it was only because I absolutely had to for the purpose of the art I wanted to draw; I would never inflict that upon myself by choice.

I do at least like that ShineGreymon’s design has a kind of interesting body shape to it and isn’t as boringly humanoid as a lot of these elaborate armoured Ultimate-level Digimon tend to be.

Meanwhile, I have to roll my eyes at the way Rosemon’s evolution animation lingers for a long time on her butt and her boobs, just to make sure you know that she has them. Yep, Lalamon, tiny round flower, has gone Obligatory Sexy Lady mode, just like almost every feminine Digimon does in their final form. Ugh. I genuinely liked Lilamon as humanoid (and feminine humanoid) Digimon designs go, precisely because she wasn’t like this.

You know the evolution animations are taking a while when Believer has got onto its second verse by the time Lalamon’s begins. Still, since this is the very first time seeing these new ones, I suppose we can let them off this once.

Rosemon is so tiny next to the two armoured giants. Funny how it’s the obligatory sexy humanoid one who stayed human-sized rather than becoming just as huge as the other two.

BioThunderBirmon: “Don’t look down on us!”

They’re not actually doing that, except for in a very literal sense for the two huge ones, but Kouki really does not like being made to feel inferior, does he.

BioThunderBirmon flies at ShineGreymon, who just effortlessly stops him in mid-air with one hand and flings him to the ground. Then BioStegomon attacks MirageGaogamon and gets counterattacked, followed by BioCoatlmon going after Rosemon and getting hit. I’m not sure why the Bio-Hybrids are choosing their opponents on the basis of matching gender in this episode; I liked the way that Nanami in particular didn’t do that before and always went after Tohma.

Tohma: “I never dreamed the power of the Ultimate could be this overwhelming…”

Really? You’ve seen Mercurimon and how completely effortlessly he defeated your three Perfect-levels, you should know how this works.

BioStegomon: “What’s up with this difference in power…?”

EVOLUTION LEVELS, Ivan. I guess Kurata never explained those to you.

BioThunderBirmon: “I’ll never accept this!”

Kouki is a sore loser who does not like it when his opponents are unavoidably, ridiculously stronger than him.

The three Ultimate-levels finish the fight by firing off their big signature moves. Rosemon’s is called Forbidden Temptation and involves her getting a G-rated kind of naked before firing off a beam of rose petals, because of course this was totally 100% necessary in this kids’ anime. Sigh.

The resulting explosion is so huge it destroys the tip of the cliff entirely. We don’t see what happened to the Bio-Hybrids here in this episode, but they somehow managed to survive that, although they’re very much defeated for now.

Later, everyone’s devolved and talking to BanchouLeomon on the remains of the cliff as he congratulates them for achieving Ultimate level. He is still not owning up to the fact that the whole thing was really just a set-up to force them into a situation where their partners would be at risk enough to trigger Ultimate-level emotions from them, mind you.

Yoshino: “Thank you very much.”

BanchouLeomon: “No need for that. The credit all goes to the power that was inside of you.”

He’s honestly right there, because it’s not like his “training” actually helped much. I suppose this is the closest he’s going to get to acknowledging it was a set-up.

I’m kind of surprised Yoshino even feels grateful enough to be thanking him, when she was very Nope about the ridiculous training dummy nonsense the whole time and is definitely sensible enough to realise that all that “training” actually did was put their partners in mortal danger. The only thing BanchouLeomon really deserves to be thanked for is the explanation of how Digisoul is human emotions, so I guess it’s that?

Masaru: “I think you’re being too soft on us. If we’d made a mistake, who knows what could’ve happened to our Digimon!”

I enjoy Masaru being a lot more blunt about things instead of acting like everything went off without a hitch. Well, sort of – I enjoy the Masaru-like bluntness, but it does feel a little weird that Masaru would be openly acknowledging that he nearly wasn’t strong enough to save Agumon’s life.

So, actually, I think it’s possible this line is being misinterpreted by the subbers. Japanese doesn’t use subjects a lot of the time, leaving some sentences ambiguous, and from what I can make out, this seems like it’s one of those times. I think it could be that Masaru’s supposed to be saying Yoshino is being too soft on BanchouLeomon, and that BanchouLeomon ought to take flak for putting their Digimon at risk with a plan that could have easily gone wrong. This line might be some level of acknowledgement of the fact that BanchouLeomon’s plan was always about trapping them inside the dojo to helplessly watch their partners get nearly killed in the hope it’d trigger the Ultimate level.

Regardless of which way Masaru meant it, upon seeing his son being so full of spirit and fervently speaking his mind without caring whose feathers it ruffles, BanchouLeomon – Suguru – chuckles and gives this adorable fond dad smile. His little scamp has grown so big; he must be so proud! He managed to put on a firm poker-face for most of this episode while he was “training” them, but here at the end he can’t help but let a little hint of his feelings about Masaru slip through.

Masaru: “Anyway, BanchouLeomon! I’m gonna settle things with you someday!”

BanchouLeomon: “If that time ever comes, I’ll take you on.”

Masaru: “Great! Don’t forget what you just said!”

Aaaa, Masaru being Masaru and just wanting to fight a tough opponent, with no idea that he’s actually asking to challenge his dad, and his dad happily agreeing that he’ll meet that challenge one day, still with that fond look in his eyes. Even if you ignore the obvious fatherly affection on his face, this is clearly Suguru and not BanchouLeomon saying this here, because he’s so much more subdued than the LOUD AND BANCHOU BanchouLeomon would be about such a challenge.

(At least Masaru has regained his priorities enough to realise that trying to fight BanchouLeomon right now would not be the best use of their time. Remember that genocide you guys are supposed to be stopping?)

BanchouLeomon asks them what they’re planning to do next, and they awkwardly mumble that they don’t know. Still didn’t really come here with much of a plan, but again, they were in a hurry, and it’s not like they know much about the Digital World and which areas of it would be most in need of defending. So BanchouLeomon points them towards a place called the Holy Capital, where a lot of Digimon will be needing their help.

As BanchouLeomon dramatically strides away on his own, Tohma is having some thoughts about everything that just happened.

Tohma: (When we gained better control of our Digisouls… our Digivices were programmed to evolve along with them. BanchouLeomon knew that. Just… who is he?)

This is a pretty big clue as to his identity, because we already know exactly who made the Digivices and therefore would have known about this! Or, well, at the very least, this observation of Tohma’s definitely proves that BanchouLeomon knows Suguru and must have heard about this from him, if nothing else. That he literally is Suguru is whole other leap that it’s fair for Tohma to not be making without reason.

(Of course, Masaru is not observant and analytical enough to have figured out anything along these lines. You just know he’d be all over it if he realised that BanchouLeomon definitely knows his dad.)

On my first viewing, this was when I became sure that BanchouLeomon was Suguru somehow. I’d been on the lookout for people who could turn out to secretly be Masaru’s dad basically ever since I heard he was missing. First I thought he might be Yushima (before we learned Yushima’s name and saw Suguru’s appearance), then I briefly thought this namedropped Ikuto guy could be him (before we learned Suguru’s name and met Ikuto), then for a bit I thought he might somehow be Mercurimon because I misinterpreted the scene where Mercurimon was remembering him. So this? This was finally the obvious correct answer to that question instead of a wild baseless conspiracy theory. Though I don’t know if the option would have occurred to me if I hadn’t been making so many wild theories on it – including thinking he could somehow be a Digimon – in the first place.

Overall thoughts

This seems on the surface to be a fairly lacklustre episode: our heroes punch some dummies while BanchouLeomon exposits vaguely at them, which is supposedly “training”, and then they evolve to their next level. For a while this was in my head as one of my least-favourite episodes in the series.

Doing this commentary on it bumped it up a fair bit, though, because I realised how much I appreciate some of the stuff going on beneath the surface. I really believe that the it’s the deliberate intent of the writers that the dummy-fighting and the vague advice is not actually the point of this “training”, and actually BanchouLeomon – Suguru – is using that as an excuse to effectively manipulate them into this predicament with the Bio-Hybrids which will trigger their Ultimate-level Digisouls. Now that’s a lot more interesting! Especially knowing that it’s got to be Suguru of all people being this underhanded and evasive.

While the bits where Yoshino and Tohma suddenly fire up their Ultimate-level emotions out of nowhere don’t really land right for me, Masaru’s emotional progression to that point at least is sold really well; I enjoy that part a lot. I also love that early bit where Tohma’s telling Masaru to “bear with” not being able to fight their enemies, because he actually gets that that’s practically painful for Masaru.

And then, this isn’t really a thing about this episode specifically but now’s the best time to shout it out in one of these summaries – man, I really love Digisoul as a worldbuilding concept to explain why human partnerships can power Digimon up, and the way it ties into the worldbuilding already established about how negative emotions influence Digimon. It’s just really good. Every other Digimon series wishes it had human-Digimon-partnership worldbuilding as good as the concept of Digisoul.

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#digimon #digimon savers #masaru daimon #agumon #banchouleomon #tohma h norstein #gaomon #yoshino fujieda #lalamon #kouki #nanami #ivan #suguru daimon

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miryum · 2 years

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Nickels (Spot Conlon x Reader)- Part 6

Warning: This will be a very cliche chapter! :) As is the rest of this “book”

Nickels pov

And as our lips connected, the New York lights seemed to shine just a little bit brighter.

Spot's lips moved against mine, soft and slow. One of his hands pressed against the small of my back, pushing me closer to him, the other resting on my hip.

As the kiss deepened, I felt myself leaning in, and wanting more, which should not have been happening. I found myself kissing back, which I did not want to do. All of this had been so I could get his pimp cane I have to remind myself.

But then Spot bits my lower lip carefully, and all thoughts flee from my mind.

My hands find their way up into his dark, honey-colored hair, entwining themselves their. I tug his head towards me, trying to deepen the kiss.

Spot happily obliged.

Eventually, we have to break for air, both our chests heaving up and down.

"Shit." I mutter, "I'se shouldn't 'ave done dat."

I then turn and run. Like a coward.

Spot pov

"Shit." She mutters, "I'se shouldn't 'ave done dat." She looks at me with a mixture of sadness and guilt in her eyes, then she bolts.

Her hair whips up as she jumps off the side of the building, to the fire escape below.

I stand there, mouth hanging open. No girl has ever ditched me. I'm the one to ditch them. This is a very new feeling that I don't like.

I quickly come to my senses, "Y/n!" I shout, racing after her. I jump down to the fire escape and shimmy down the ladder. (Or is it a pole? I don't know how 1898 fire escapes worked...) My feet thump to the dirty Bronx streets. Brooklyn is much cleaner. (Again, I don't know about this, but either way, I feel like Spot would say it, even if it's not true.) I scan the end of the alleyway, but no head of h/c hair is visible. A stream of profanities expel themselves from my mouth. The problem is, Y/n knows the streets of the Bronx, while I don't. She could be hiding in any crevice that I would pass over. Nonetheless, I run to the middle of the streets and start looking. I shout her name, even though I'm probably waking half the Bronx. I run down the streets, slightly panicking, as the rays of the sun start to come up.

I have to get back to Brooklyn soon. Even though I'm sleep deprived and my emotions are a mess, I still have to sell my papes. But I can't let my boys see me like this! I have to be the strong, fearless leader. I run a hand through my wild hair. I huff and start to make my way back to Brooklyn.

The good thing is that I will definitely see more of Y/n if I join the strike. Well, maybe not. She's known for disappearing. Maybe if I join the strike I could get Emmie to tell me where she lives. He's bound to know as her brother.

I sigh as the 3rd Avenue bridge comes into view. I don't wanna leave, however cheesy that sounds. I take my cap outta my pocket and shove on my head. I lean against a building, letting my head fall back. I want to see her again. To make sure that she's okay.

The sun is higher up in the sky, and I see some people start to emerge from their homes. I need to get back to my home. I push off the building, and am about to take my first step right before a hand clamps over my mouth and someone pulls me back into the alleyway.

"So, I've found the famous Spot Conlon. I reckon you've committed a few crimes that'll land you in the Refuge and me a pretty penny."

#spot conlon #spot conlon x reader #spot #newsies #newsboys #1898 new york #new york #1898 #jack kelly #davey #x reader

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twatshag · 3 years

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♤ Sakusa kiyoomi's night terrors ♤

Unfaithful. Oh it was just a dream. But why did it feel so real...

Genre: fluff to angst and then back to fluff, smut

Pairing: TIMESKIP both characters!!!!!sakusa x fem reader (in dream atsumu X READER)

Warnings: smut in dream, you cheating in the dream (you wrong for dat sis😩)

M DNI!!!

HIS POV small glimpse of your pov as well

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What a day. I sighed looking at the clock it was only 5 pm. Y/n was going to be here at 8 pm. I cleaned and already bought groceries for dinner.

I'm quite satisfied with how things looked around the apartment. As of lately y/n decided to bring me some plants and decorations everytime she visited, because in her opinion my apartment looked lifeless and bland.

I smiled softly thinking about tonight. I'm going to ask her to move in with me today. I mean I hope she doesnt mind. Maybe she'll be taken back by my sudden request or oh god what if she rejects me.. ?

I gulped trying to focus on the show I was watching and pushing back all the negative outcomes. She told me about this show during one of our phone calls and told me that I'd definitely enjoy it. She knows me so well, god I can't wait to tell her how much I appreciate her today.

As of lately I've been gathering up the courage to finally tell her that I'm ready to have intercourse with her. She's been so loving and patient this whole time I can't imagine how sweet she is for waiting up 6 months for me. I couldn't imagine if there was anyone who'd be so willing to respect my very picky boundaries but there she was.

I can't help but think about how it would feel for me and her being so close together. And becoming one. I blushed deeply at the thought. After all there Is one benefit of her not living with me.

That's not seeing me blush like this tsk. I bet she'd give me that smug smile and ask if I'm okay. I rolled my eyes thinking about her smug smile.

I never really asked if she's had.. intercourse with someone before. What if I wasn't good enough to satisfy her expectations..? What if.. she rejects my offer? What if I hurt her during it ? Oh god I don't want that. My head plagued me with bad thoughts about the idea of trying to satisfy her and failing miserably.

Y/n is absolutely gorgeous, all my team mates seem to love her and hell I really hate the way that stupid setter of a team mate looks at her.

I can't help but get jealous because she seems so comfortable with him. Sometimes I even find myself comparing the alternative realities of her being with him instead.

He's easy going has no stupid boundaries and he probably has a ton of experience to satisfy her.. my heart clenched at the thought of her leaving me for him.

I pushed those thoughts back once again. I looked at the clock it read 5:30 pm. Maybe I can dose off and when she comes around I'll tell her everything that's on my mind. I can't keep on post poning things.

I closed my eyes long forgotten about the show playing in the background as I waited for her.

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My eyes shot open as I heard muffled sounds in my apartment. Just what the hell was that?

I groaned as I sat up and looked at the clock it read 6:50 pm. Could she have arrived early?

The sounds were coming from the bedroom I smiled softly as I heard her beautiful voice. A voice that's so gentle when talking to me, so soft when she notices the way I slump from a long day of practice. Everything I've ever wanted in a woman. Was mine to keep and cherish.

I peeked through the crack and I noticed someone hovering over the bed. Smiling I opened it more to see what she was doing.

"Oh god yes yes tsumu right there." I felt my heart rip out of my chest. There she laid in my own apartment,in my own bed. With him. On top of her kissing her neck and thrusting into her.

She clung to him harder than she's ever clung to me.

Her mouth hung open and the so beautiful voice was now a curse I was hearing.

He kissed her neck hungrily.

"Ya feel so good angel-so fucking good." He quickened his pace while kissing her disgustingly his tongue gracing her so beautiful skin and infecting it. "Tsumu- aghnn mmhm yes-God fuck yes- yes y-ea-s." I wanted to scream, to move and tear them apart, to burn the whole apartment down hell even to avert my eyes but I couldn't.

Everything I've loved sat there being caressed by another man. That man was not me.

That man was someone better than I'll ever be.

Her gaze fell on me. Tears perked up my eyes looking at her stone lust filled eyes.

She gave me a smug smile.. That smug smile that was always so playfully displayed looked much darker than ever. No hint of playfulness or mercy. No hint of fake innocence as it once had.

"You've always been such a burden sakusa." I flinched at her tone and the mention of my last name, while that man was kissing her neck hungirly, thrusting into her as if I wasn't even there to begin with. That I ceased to exist in his world as of now.

Everything went silent for a moment, her whimpers became muted from the way the faux blonde thrusted into her as she spoke the next words.

"I never loved you. Sakusa. Me and you both know that atsumu was always the righteous man for me. You good for nothing replaceable freak."

And with that I was pushed back into the sofa my eyes shot open as I stared at her face above me cheeks flushed red from her shower she looked so beautiful but my heart it ached from what I saw. Did he see her like this too? She shrieked and stepped back.

"jesus christ kiyo! What the hell ?! are you psychic? I was about to wake you up!"

Kiyo... a name she always called me when things were serious. But the worry and softness that concealed her voice was not enough for me to accept what I just saw as an illusion.

I stood up pushing past her acting like she's not even there. I despised her existence with all my heart yet I can't help but repeat those words in my head. She's right I am replaceable. I'm a freak and I'll never be able to find love.

"Hey what the hell?! I'm talking to you, you know mister sleepy head!" She followed me into the kitchen trying to get me to talk to her, god her presence made me want to vomit.

I grabbed a glass and poured water into it and as I began to drink it to calm my nerve down before I lost my composure that was literally hanging by a thread right now.

I felt her hand on my back and to say the least i wanted nothing but to get her filthy hands and presence out of my life right now.

"Omi..what's wrong you kn-"

"Don't fucking touch me." I hissed, venom lacing my tone as I averted her gaze because seeing her made my heart clench.

Everything that I always wanted was in the arms of someone else. But why keep me around? Why hurt me like this?

I felt her staring at me wide eyed and from the corner of my eye I could see that she looked at her hand.

"I'm sorry are my hands di-"

"They're fucking filthy you disgusting bitch." This time I looked her in the eyes. Her eyes widened at my tone. She deserved it. She did this to herself what the hell was she expecting?

me to welcome her back after she just tore my heart apart ? After she was....with him? In my fucking bed? Infecting it and my life with the pain?

"Omi you don'-"

"Get out."

"W-what? Wh-"

"I SAID GET OUT!" I slammed my hand on the counter and she flinched "get the hell out of my apartment you filthy-" not even finishing my sentence I suddenly felt cold and wet

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YOUR POV

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If there's anything that life has taught me it's that whenever someone was angry DO NOT stay around them. For the sake of the both of you.

As I entered kiyoomi's apartment having a spare he was sleeping peacefully on the sofa making me smile softly. Deciding to leave him rest until I took my clothes off showering and then coming back to the living room to wake him up.

I couldn't help but notice that he was shuffling as if he was in pain i frowned and I decided to reach to shake him awake just as I was about to do so to my surprise he just jolted awake and now here we are.

He was being extremely mean and I think that I know what was going on he was shouting at me with a tone I've never recognised before.

The advise of leaving someone angry long left my mind and the glass of water now emptied in omi's face.

He stared at the ground with such pure anger and hate shocked that I had the nerve to even do such a thing after whatever the hell he saw or heard.

I sighed

"What ever dream y/n did just know that I'd never do to you. When you're ready to talk to me about it I'll be in your balcony. I'm sorry for.. throwing water in your face but you need to understand that I had no other choice." I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly putting the glass down on the counter in case he wanted to drink one more time before facing me. And with that I left and made my way to his balcony.

Whatever he saw must've hurt him deeply for him to react that way I thought I sat down looking at the beautiful sight of Tokyo breathing in its air smiling softly at the sounds of the lifeful city.

Whenever he's ready he'll come to me.

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Back to his pov

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She... threw water in my face. Suddenly I feel more awake. And guilty. God I feel so guilty. It was just a dream.

And I thought she'd... I have to fix this.

Panicking on how the hell i was going to word off 'sorry i had a dream where you cheated and I was so sure you did it so I screamed at you ' to her I filled the glass of water and drank it going into the bedroom sighing and letting a few tears spill while changing my wet shirt.

At times like this I'd truly begin to wish that I was like everyone else.

That I wasn't a very cautious man who was so blunt and had a comeback for everything but the man that could've made her life better.

I put on my slides and my hand hovered over my balcony door. Watching her city gaze smiling softly to herself.

At times where she would come over she always insisted on drinking coffee in my balcony at night.

At first it sounded so silly because I wouldn't get to sleep the whole night but instead i slept better and happier more fulfilled.

"Staring isn't nice you know?" Her sweet voice cut my train of memories and I opened the door clearing my throat.

God how awkward where the hell do I even begin to apologise i feel so guilty and dumb for even doubting you.

I sat next to her.

"You cheated on me.." she snapped her neck so fast it felt like it broke wide eyed. Before she could even speak I reassured "in my dream."Her expression softened she nodded listening to what I had to say.

"It felt so...real.. I walked onto you and atsumu.. and you told me that I'm a burden and you n-never loved me." I couldn't face her. I couldn't even look at her because of my ignorance and insecurities it truly was a pathetic sight for her to witness me this way.

Hot tears streamed down my face as I sniffiled.

"I know you always assure me that there's no need for me to be jealous or worry about him but it felt so real. I know that you'd be better of with someone who understood you better than I did. Act better than I did..hell even not doubt you because of something like this. "

my heart clenched at the next outcome. That being Her actually leaving me. I opened my mouth to speak only to be cut off by her "can I touch you?"

I looked at her nervously nodding like a small child as she pulled me into her arms hugging me while rubbing my back.

"I'd never dream of leaving you Kiyoomi. Yet alone be in someone else's arms.." I clung to her worried that if I didn't she'd leave me.

I cried softly against her repeating apologies while she rocked me.

"Hey hey Shh omi.. it's alright I know you didn't mean any of it. Besides I can't believe dream me cheated on you and with nasty ass atsumu out of all people" she fake gagged.

Making me laugh tearfully against her chest pulling away to look at her and she cupped my face in her hands making me look deeply in her so beautiful love filled eyes. Something dream her didnt have.

"There hasn't been a day that's passed where I don't thank god that you chose me out of everyone else omi. I'd be so stupid to throw away everything that you've given me." She smiled at me so sweetly it gave me toothache "i dont care if there are people out there who have no boundaries and arent afraid of germs and hell can touch me no matter what because those people arent you. I'd never ever lay in someone's elses arms kiyo..you're the one for me you know that right?" She looked back at me searching for a confirmation that I believed her so I nodded gently "It's always going to be you omi.. okay? I'm not going anywhere and you're stuck with me sadly." She giggled while a few tears were threatening to spill from her eyes my heart clenched this time because of her sweetness and care.

"I wouldn't mind being anywhere as long as it's with you y/n" I smiled at her as I brought my hand to her face and kissed her. The taste of her lips were always so intoxicating. So addictive.

And at that I knew it'll be okay. I loved her so much, with every muscle and bone in my body. But it was okay because so did she.

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"How do you want the pork chopped?" I looked at her from my counter while she confusingly stared at me "omi... I don't eat pork." Oops I forgot that. And now I'm embarrassed that I did. "O-oh yeah sorry." Fucking idiot.. I thought to myself.

She giggled and hugged me from behind and kissed my shoulder peeking from the sides watching me as I chopped the pork. Smiling at her so familiar warmth.

"No need to be embarrassed you're not the only one who forgets it all the time you know" I rolled my eyes at her observant habit still smiling at her warmth but I wont let her slide that easy so I'll tease her "says the big baby who's clinging onto me like a baby koalo." She giggled against my back sending shivers down my spine. "Yeah its your fault that you're so handsome and cuddly." I chuckled at her reasoning she hummed as if she was in thought. "Oh yeah, Omi you wanted to talk to me about something was it me cheating on you in your dream or something else ?" She teased.

I got a bit stiff At the thought of even asking her to move in with me. She backed away from me as I turned around.

"Y-yeah.." she raised an eyebrow at me "so which one is it?" She asked eagerly crossing her arms "I-uh,," why was this so freaking hard to ask I scratched the back of my neck avoiding her gaze. "Move in w-ith me...?" I mumbled softly I felt my face heat up as I attempted to ask her that half ass effort.

She smiled that one smug smile I loved to see so much but I'll never tell her that.

"Speak up I cant hear you omi" I rolled my eyes at her and turned my back continuing with chopping up the pork. "Guess you dont want to.." I mumbled earning a small gasp from her and to leech onto me from the side hugging me tightly "no no no sorry I heard you yes I'd love that, actually I've been dying to move in with you but I can't just ask hey I'm going to move in with you so make room for me in your closet" she giggled and kissed my cheek lovingly making me smile. I looked up at her as she smiled so hard at me teeth and everything. She leaned in to kiss me.

Now or never.

"I'm also ready to have sex with you." I moved away to the freezer to grab something I can make her leaving her hangingon thin air. She almost choked on nothing blushing immediately.

"YOU WHAT NOW??" I smirked at her loud voice and shock.

"Is chicken okay?" And now her face turned sour in disbelief. Possibly redder too.

"YOU CAN'T JUST ACT LIKE YOU DIDN'T JUST SAY THAT!"

"I guess chicken it is" I shrugged smirking at her.

"KIYOOOOOOMIIIII"

At the end of the day i always knew that home was always going to be right here with her around me. I'm one lucky man to have her around me. But I've hit bulls eye with her love for me.

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Kiyoomi made you chicken soup that day. And he decided that today was the day to give you his all let's just say.. his insecurities weren't right at all about him. Even saying that he totally satisfied you wasn't enough to describe the feeling you felt. Now sakusa has grown addicted to how you feel around him. My guy is whipped and extremely horny for you.

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A/N: I LITERSLLY FELL ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS AHAHAHAHA anyway I feel like this isn't my best work yet but I hope that you guys liked it ;(;( I feel like there's not enough his pov content so I decided to make it his pov also this isn't my best work so I'm sorryyyy im insecure rn pls I hope yall enjoyed this thank you so much for reading !!

-kira

#sakusa x you #haikyuu fluff #sakusa angst #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst

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dahliax · 4 years

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Sokka hc sfw & nsfw (water bender fem reader)

bc is 4:20 am and I just smoked some of dat medical and feeling very flirty lmao (and our bb Sokka needs more content) (also we gonna pretend suki don’t exsist even tho I love her)

(^me rn tbh)

Sfw

So you meet the gaang like completely by accident

Just chillin bending some water (somewhere in the earth kingdom) and Sokka is the first to see you stopping completely in his tracks amazed by your beauty

Soon you notice and turn around smirking at him

“You know. It’s rude to stare.” You say and snap him out of it

“Yeah Sokka why don’t you marry her while you’re at it” Katara is soooo cheeky when it comes to Sokka liking people. She loves to make him embarrassed

After some introductions and friendly conversation the rest of the gaang knew you’d fit right in and would definitely sweep Sokka straight off his feet (as if you haven’t already let’s be honest)

You offer them a place to stay on their travels and they accept

Katara is super super excited for another girl to talk to so she’s one of the first people to suggest you joining the group

They’re so exhausted by the time you get to your cottage that they pass out immediately

And you’re just like “damn ok”

After a day or two Sokka FINALLY builds up the courage to actually have a conversation with you one on one since the whole staring thing

“Hey... I’m sorry for staring at you before”

“What? Sokka that’s been forgiven for how long”

“Really?! I thought you hated me”

After this he became a lil more comfortable but still very blushy and timid around you because you’re literally his dream girl

Sokka really wanted to tell you how he feels before he left (not wanting to lose another amazing girl) but nobody told him they were planning to ask you to join the group anyways

But they seen this as an opportunity to encourage him to tell you so they didn’t tell him till after he told you

While out shopping at the market he sees this really good looking restaurant and he thinks, “this is my chance!”

“H-hey y/n... would you want to try out that restaurant together?” And you’re ecstatic bc you also have a big crush on him

He’s so so so awkward it’s almost painful dropping silverware and spilling water all over the table. He was a complete mess

“I guess I should just come right out and say it,” he says confusing you

“Ireallyreallylikeyouandidontwanttoleavewithouttellingyouimsorryifyoudontfeelthesameqa”

And all you did was laugh which made him mortified and then you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss completely catching him off guard

SOKKA IS AN ABSOLUTE CUDDLE BUG

If you’re around he has to be near you/touching you bc he’s protective and he really likes showing you how much he cares

“Baby girl” IS HIS FAV

You help him with his insecurities about bending ITS SO CUTE

Nsfw

I’m a big simp for virgin boys don’t JUDGE ME OK 😭💗

There ain’t much action going on at home with the water tribe so the most experienced Sokka is is in kissing

In the beginning he would shudder everytime you touched him ANYWHERE while making out but once he got used to it you figured it was time to take your relationship further

I have boob guy vibes from Sokka big or small he just loves them. So whenever you had a lower cut shirt on he could barely speak “babe. My eyes are up here” “I know! I’m just distracted” “obviously”

Once he gets more comfortable he’s so grabby all the time he just can’t get enough of you

The first time you have sex he’s a MESS. He has no idea what to do. So you lead him

He’s definitely more on the sub side but if you want him to be more rough he has no problem switching it up

His fav position is when you ride so he can admire you entirely

He cums in like 3 seconds. You’re too much for him

But don’t worry as time goes on I just know in my heart Sokka is a lil kinky boi

King of giving head after some guidance and practice

It’s literally his fav thing to do because he loves being in full control of your pleasure since you like to TEASE TF OUT OF HIM

He was a little scared about you giving him head bc he’s afraid he was small but I’ll tell you right now this boy got a big dick and you can’t change my mind

He made you stop when you gaged bc he thought he hurt you but you just looked up at him and said “sweetheart. You just have a big dick” and he could’ve literally died right there

Jealous Sokka sex definitely hits different. it’s when he’s most dominant and even tho vanilla sex is very awesome seeing Sokka finally take charge and be a little rough takes you to another planet

He could literally cum from the sound of 1 moan coming from your mouth

In conclusion. Sokka is a sex god.

This isn’t my best work but I’m really trying to get practice in so I’m more confident in future posts. I hope you guys liked this one! Send me some requests!! 💗💗

#atla x reader smut #avatar fanfiction #sokka imagine #sokka x reader #sokka smut #avatar imagine #atla x reader #atla sokka #headcanon #sokka headcanon #sokka fanfic

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failedintsave · 3 years

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I tried the MTL pairing generator for rarepair month...aaaand it told me to stay in my lane lol. And then it told me to write some Rachel/Roy Cornickleson which I just don't think I'm ready to take on 🙃 So here's some Skwistok set just before Doomstar that I've been fiddling with.

(gets just a little nsfw near the beginning)

Stages

Everyone handles grief differently.

Skwisgaar groaned as muscular arms pushed him against the wall, the reinforced metal door to his room on the submarine banging shut as they cleared the threshold. Hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place while lips and tongue and teeth worked over his neck. He clung desperately to the body pressed against him, fingers twisting in blue cotton material and yanking it upward. The mouth latched onto his throat pulled away as the t-shirt was hauled over his head and Toki's fevered eyes found his before rushing forward again, mashing their lips together with sloppy abandon. He gripped Skwisgaar by the belt, half dragging him as they stumbled their way to his bunk and collapsed. Breathing came in gasps and sighs as Toki's weight pinned him down into the mattress, the pressure both exhilarating and mollifying, an anchor to hold onto as the life he'd known for so many years turned upside down and twisted away in the wind.

He'd never given much energy to grief. Life was just a punctuated string of losses in the long run. Loss of innocence, loss of trust, loss of opportunities. It was all meaningless, really. In his experience, something new always came along to fill the space so why dwell on mourning what you couldn't have back?

Boots thumped to the floor, kicked off in haste. His shirt was peeled away before sturdy hands lifted his hips to free him of his jeans, calloused fingertips gliding back up his thighs and making him shiver. Toki climbed up to kiss him again, hungrily, as if trying to swallow him whole, their teeth knocking against each other. Skwisgaar ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach, the hard lines of Toki's shoulders, the raised ridges of overlapping scars on his back, hip bones where they ground down against his own. Heat pooled low in his belly like magma aching to erupt. He wanted this, needed this right now, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. How long had they danced around this, stealing moments and blaming it later on booze or post-show adrenaline, walking right up to the line and peeking over before backing away again? In the name of preserving band dynamics? A lot of good that had done, they'd still ended up where they are now, Dethklok tipping over the precipice into self-destruction.

Another loss to add to the list.

Toki pulled back, glacier blue eyes raking over Skwisgaar's features with manic light, chestnut locks of hair falling in disarray to frame his face. Skwisgaar reached up and tucked a strand behind his ear and Toki's expression shifted, the wild yearning softened into something gentler, less wolfish. He sat up to kneel between Skwisgaar's legs, hand skimming from his collar bone to his navel and leaving a trail of fire, over the inside of his thigh and dipping beneath, pausing until Skwisgaar breathed his assent, whispered his name.

Fingers tested gingerly, gradually increasing in depth and pressure before he gripped him by the waist and hauled him onto his lap. Skwisgaar canted his hips, lip catching between his teeth at the feel of Toki against him, his pulse hammering in his ears. His head angled back into the pillows and a wordless moan escaped his throat when Toki eased forward, back arching as lightning raced up his spine. Skwisgaar's fingers knotted in the bed sheets as Toki released a shuddering breath over him, rocking into him slowly, building rhythm into a steady push and pull.

Loss of professional boundaries. Definitely not something to be mourned.

The devastating sensation of fullness where they joined drove all coherent thought from Skwisgaar's mind and his eyes rolled back under closed lids, panting nonsense and expletives, begging for release. His toes curled as Toki matched stokes with his hand to the tempo of his thrusts, coaxing him through his climax until tipping over the edge after him with a whining sigh. Call and response, Skwisgaar thought dazedly as his superheated skeleton melted into jelly. When he could open his eyes again, his gaze landed on Toki's face above him, watching him with an openly heartsick expression.

"I… hads to do dat… at least once before dis ams all over." The broken whisper settled over him like a burial shroud.

Skwisgaar shook his head, holding out his arms. "Come heres."

Swallowing thickly, Toki obeyed, winding his arms under Skwisgaar's shoulders and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Skwisgaar shifted to find a comfortable position, their sweat-slick chests sliding against each other as he angled slightly onto one side, hand cradling Toki's skull to keep him near.

"Seem pretties stupids we aments been doing dat dis whole time, honestlies."

Loss of time.

Toki held him tightly and Skwisgaar felt the tremor in his grip. He rubbed his cheek against the crown of the other man's head, humming tunelessly as he waited for him to speak, knowing already the fears plaguing his mind. He'd faced them often enough in his younger days, even if the scenario now was more complicated. It was hard to compare wondering where your next gig, your next meal ticket, might come from to wondering where to go after you'd already stood at the top.

Sniffling preceded the feeling of wetness against his shoulder, Toki mumbling against his skin. "What happens now? Ams we all just gonna says 'fucks you, see ya laters' now dat de band ams done? Even now dat dey tells us we gots to plays music to saves de world?"

Skwisgaar fiddled with a strand of brown hair for a moment before answering. "Well, I don'ts know abouts all dis saves-de-woirld business. But whats I do know ams band break ups. And, euughh, ja dat ams a pretty standords opseratings procedures."

"But does it has to be likes dat? We coulds all stays pals, right?"

"Dat ams...compslickateds." He dropped the lock and let his hand fall to Toki's shoulders. "Somet'ing like dis...people tends to ezpecks yous to euughh, picks sides. It ams messy. And it never warks out, t'ings always comes apart in de end."

Loss of the longest working relationships he'd had in his life.

Toki said nothing, so Skwisgaar continued if only to fill the silence. "But it coulds be worse, you knows? We gots more moneys den god, what's so bad what cants be fixed wif dat?" The statement produced a cold feeling trickling down behind his ribs, like swallowing a heaping spoonful of snow. "Nones of it acktualies matters. Just goes on to da next t'ings."

"I just... don'ts know what to does if dere aments a Dethklok."

"Whatevors you wants! You coulds buy de whole stores of airplane models, or you coulds builds you own splasharoonies water parks. Hell you coulds probablies starts a new bands wif dose guys from dat T'underhorse group."

"No," Toki murmured, face still compressed against Skwisgaar's neck. "I don't wants a new band. Dis was da one."

The possessive satisfaction he felt at those words tied his stomach in guilty knots.

"Ja it ams was a pretty good gigs…"

Toki shifted, laying his head on the pillow next to Skwisgaar's, his forlorn gaze searching his face for answers. Skwisgaar rolled so they were laying face to face, legs still twisted under the sheets.

Not everything was tied up in the feud that caused the band to split. What if it didn't have to be a total loss? Surely there were parts here that could be salvaged.

"Okej...so who says we haves to do anyt'ings at all?"

Toki's brows cinched. "What you means?"

Maybe, just this one thing, he could keep.

Skwisgaar's lips curved with the ghost of a smile. "I's already mades it to de top, ams de fastest guitarist alives...coulds be I shoulds just quits while I gots de title, ja? Retires, takes my ball and goes home wif it."

Toki snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Builds mineself a giant house up in de mountains or somet'ing. Or travels and just fucks off on de resgiduals forever, not worries about a deadlines or demos ever again. Plays guitar just for funs."

He saw his grin mirrored on Toki's face as the other man nodded dreamily.

"Maybe you...comes wif me?" Fluttery nerves tickled behind his sternum. "If you wants to."

Toki's eyes widened. "Wait. Whats?"

Just this. He could be happy with this.

"Y-you means it? You aments just messings with Toki?"

He shook his head. "How long dids we waste before nows? For not'ing. I'm sick ofs waitings. Let's just goes."

A heartbeat passed, and then Toki's mouth was on his again. Less frantic this time, hopeful rather than desperate. He cradled Toki's jaw, taking his time as he returned his affections, deepening the kiss and tracing languid strokes over his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Their limbs wound together in a twisted bramble, bodies drawing tightly together, fitting like puzzle pieces.

A repetitive, discordant riff sounded from the pile of clothes abandoned on the floor and Toki's head jerked away. Flashing an apologetic grin, he rolled away to fish his phone from his pocket, sliding his pants up loosely around his hips.

"Sorries, be rights back!" He whispered, pressing the screen to answer. "Oh hei, Rockso!*

"Hows do you even has signals down here?" Skwisgaar called after him as he stepped into the hall, then flopped back onto the pillows to stare at the ceiling, counting the shiny rivets in the metal plating.

This was doable. Tomorrow they would bury more than just a mentor, they would lay to rest their careers as the biggest metal band in existence. The world at large would mourn their passing, but Skwisgaar wouldn't dwell on what's done and over. Not if he had new prospects to look forward to. Something always came along, and he never looked back.

"I tolds Magnus dat I woulds sit wif hims tomorrow." He heard Toki's muffled voice through the crack he'd left in the door.

A shadow passed over his thoughts at the name, like someone walking across his grave. It was uncomfortable to say the least, to have their former guitarist back in the fringes of their lives. Toki had a habit of finding friendship in questionable places, but where the clown was mostly an annoyance and sometimes a financial drain, his relationship with Magnus left Skwisgaar apprehensive. It didn't ease his mind when Toki insisted the older musician was different now. How could he know? He hadn't lived with the man, hadn't walked on eggshells during every rehearsal or songwriting session, hadn't watched as he plunged a knife into a bandmate.

But Magnus had also saved Toki with his insulin. He'd been there for Toki as a shoulder to lean on when the band had started to fall apart, too preoccupied with their own issues to spare a minute for their youngest member.

So maybe Toki was right. Things change; he'd never expected that a wedge could be driven between Nathan and Pickles far enough to end their friendship in such a catastrophic way, but here they were. And if Magnus still harbored any resentment for the band, their breakup was probably a balm to the old wound of rejection. What else could he wish on them? He was probably loving this.

The door scraped shut and Toki slipped back into the blankets gingerly, as if expecting Skwisgaar to be asleep. When he saw that he was still awake, Toki leaned in with a grin.

"Sorries...now, where was we…?" He murmured, capturing Skwisgaar's lips tenderly. "Oh ja, you was tellings me how we's gonna runs away togedders into de sunsets."

"Pfff. Dat am hardlies what I saids."

More kisses peppered his cheek and jaw. "Dats what I heards."

"Well I always knew yous was tone deafs, I didn'ts realize you ams just all de way hards of hearingks." His arm encircled Toki's back as the brunette nestled in again.

"Tells to me about wheres we gonna goes. Tells me about our house on tops of de mountains."

Skwisgaar snorted. Of the two of them, his was not the more vivid and fanciful imagination. But staring up at the blank canvas that the brushed metal panels of ceiling created, he envisioned a future for them to share. They squabbled playfully over locations and home design styles. They named off outlandish things they would fill their home with, like an even bigger ruby metronome or a trampoline room or an indoor pool shaped like a guitar and filled with champagne. They listed places they'd toured that they wanted to visit again, and locations they hadn't been yet but had always hoped to see.

"Can we gets a cat?" Toki asked suddenly, making Skwisgaar laugh airily.

"If we haves to?" He laughed again as Toki nodded against him. "But I'm not cleaningks up after it, dat ams all you, pal."

"Okei." Toki sighed deeply, settling in more comfortably. "Okei. I feels a lots less scareds now about all dis."

His hand glided up from where it had been resting at Skwisgaar's hip to lay warm over his heartbeat.

"I'll miss Dethklok. A whole lots. But now I t'inks I ams acktualies looking forwards to what comes next."

Still staring at the steel plates above, Skwisgaar grinned at the pictures they'd painted in his mind.

"Ja, me toos."

He covered Toki's hand with his own. However much they stood to lose after tomorrow, his heart felt lighter at what they were about to gain together. There was no reason to dwell on what was gone.

Everyone handles grief differently.

Laying on his bunk, Skwisgaar's eyes roamed the scuffed plate ceiling overhead, lingering on rusted rivets and water stains. The imperfections seemed to move and writhe like crawling insects under the influence of whatever handful of pills Pickles had given him. A half-drained bottle of vodka lay cradled against his chest, the mouth stoppered by his thumb. Fire burned in his belly from the alcohol, but cold fury pulsing through his veins tempered it.

He'd been prepared for Dethklok to end, had even accepted the idea that his career as a guitarist was over, diminished to a hobby. Playing guitar was his lifeblood, his purpose, and he'd been about to let that go. What had he been thinking? How had he gotten so wrapped up in fantasy that throwing away his entire self had seemed like a plausible course of action.

Loss of objectivity. Fortunately it seemed to be temporary.

He took a long pull from the bottle, dribbling a little and not bothering to wipe it away. Stupid Toki, needing to be comforted like a child with make-believe bedtime stories. He couldn't just man up and move on like everyone else, like Skwisgaar had been doing since he was a teen, finding his next audition, his next couch to crash on, his next temporary alliance with subpar musicians to make ends meet. It couldn't have been an easier landing for him either, no concerns about hunger or homelessness or deportation hanging over his head. He was set up for success and still couldn't handle it.

Fucking idiot needed so much attention, so much coddling, he'd even run straight into harm's way to try and make a friend. Of all people, he'd had to choose Magnus, that vindictive bastard. Of course he'd still been carrying a grudge, when had he ever let anything go in the past? And they'd known it.

A pair of divots on the ceiling stared back at him, one dark, one catching the light. Glaring back at him mockingly, winking at his impotent rage.

They'd known. They'd known, they knew, they knew.

Skwisgaar knew. And he'd said nothing.

Then he'd watched again, frozen, as Magnus drove a knife into someone close to him.

Skwisgaar thrashed upright, a strangled roar bursting from his lungs as he flung the bottle at the wall. He kicked at the bedside table bolted to the wall, denting it from below, then spun around to tear the sheets from his bunk and hurl them across the room. This wasn't the trade he'd prepared for, this wasn't the deal he'd made with himself.

His eyes fell on his Explorer propped in the corner. He reached for it, wrapping both hands around the ebony fretboard, holding it like an axe and swinging it against the wall. He bashed it into the floor, the dresser, screaming until his throat was raw and the guitar was cracked into useless chunks of wood and fiberglass connected by twisted strings. He dropped the pieces in a heap, sinking to the ground to lean against the side of his bed, his shoulders heaving with labored panting.

The door of his room scraped open, and in his periphery he saw a figure standing, backlit by the dim red glow in the corridor. Broad-shouldered, straight hair dangling about their head. His heart seized for a moment before the figure spoke, shattering his hallucination.

"What are you doing in here?" Nathan's gravelly voice was cautious.

Skwisgaar didn't turn, eyes still focused on the debris ahead of him. The stainless steel guitar strings seemed to wriggle like worms in grave soil, consuming the corpse of his instrument. He waited until he caught his breath before trying to respond.

"What does it looks like I'm doingks?"

Nathan shifted in the doorway. "Losing your mind."

He chuckled mirthlessly.

Loss of sanity? Maybe.

"You've been locked up in there a while. Maybe you should, you know. Come out here. With the rest of the band."

"Fucks off."

Nathan didn't move. Skwisgaar felt the urge to rage at the other man rise in him, to shout in his face, demand to know why it had taken him so long to patch things over with Pickles, why he let it go so far that he'd upset all of their lives so horrifically. But the feeling passed, his body drained from his previous outburst and from trying to filter a pharmacy's worth of substances through his liver.

"We're gonna find him, you know. Charles has people everywhere looking already."

One shoulder rose and fell in a halfhearted shrug. "Whatevers. Who cares."

They could have been a four-piece. If he really wanted to rage at someone it would be his past self. How different would things be right now if he'd never given that gutter rat a chance after missing his audition time? How much of what they achieved would they have really missed out on? How many rerecording sessions and stupid arguments and publicized blow outs could have been avoided? What would they really have been missing?

He certainly wouldn't mourn the loss of a constant source of annoyance. Of an immature tag-along with a hair trigger temper. Of a loud and boisterous whirlwind of silliness and color and sincerity.

Loss of his shadow. Loss of his muse. Loss of his best friend. Loss of his future. Loss of…

Loss of…

He couldn't breathe.

"Just leaves me alone. Please." He gritted out, proud of the steadiness of his voice as his stomach began to roil and his eyes prickled with tears.

Nathan hesitated. "Should I...close this?"

Skwisgaar nodded and after another moment the steel frame clanged shut. His vision blurred as tears welled and spilled over, his breath returning in short gasping puffs which rolled over into sobs that rattled his frame.

They'd had one day. Not even a day. An evening. Hours.

He wept until he was sick, vomiting clear liquor and not much else onto the floor next to the remnants of his guitar. He wept until his tears were spent and his head throbbed in tandem with his heart, even though he didn't understand how the muscle still carried a beat when the rhythm had been taken away.

Eventually he had nothing left. His face felt swollen, his eyes were gritty. Skwisgaar rolled to his hands and knees, avoiding the puddle of sick as he rocked up onto wobbly legs. He looked at the door, wondering if the others were still awake. If they were sitting in the lounge, drowning their sorrows. He felt like he wore a lead weight around his neck, bowing under the pull of it. It might be better just to sleep.

He turned to the naked mattress, but a scrap of blue on the floor near the foot of the bed caught his attention. A faded cotton t-shirt lay where it had been discarded. Skwisgaar stared at it for several long moments. He stepped closer to the bed, to the shirt.

And kicked it underneath the frame and out of sight before turning for the door.

He'd never given much energy to grief. Life was just a punctuated string of losses in the long run. Loss of purpose. Loss of self. Loss of connection. Loss of…

It was all meaningless, really. So why dwell on mourning what you couldn't have back?

#skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #skwistok #dethklok #metalocalypse

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(Some) Greek Gods as Historical Figures

So some days ago I secretly logged back into Mythology and Cultures amino and I stumbled across post of casting historical figures as the gods from Greek mythology. Of course, I hated it, so I made my version of this.

Note: Of course, this is going to have quite a lot of Napoleonic figures, since I am more familiar of this period, but please do reblog this post (or tag me on another post) with the hashtag “#mythical figures as historical people” and add some more of your historical figure Greek God fancasts!

Note 2: this post is for entertaining purpose, and just me introducing some guys to y’all and I am not a historian myself and hopefully you all would still like my takes😅

1. Zeus - Louis XIV of France

First and foremost, I shall introduce the king of gods featured in Greco-Roman myths. You may ask, why don’t I cast Henry VIII of England? Well, my reason is very simple: Henry is far from accurate to Zeus in actual myths.

To be honest, Zeus has a more “absolute power” energy in it, and Louis XIV totally has rocked it (like that iconic line “l’état, c’est moi (I am the state)”). Well, Henry also has that kind of energy but everyone only remembers his six wives and the uncountable number of bloodshed (not to mention Catherine of Aragon is a much better fighter than him—got this from Horrible Histories OwO)... Anyways, Louis XVI is basically a Zeus.

2. Hera - Catherine of Aragon

This brings to Catherine of Aragon herself. She’s a total Q U E E N and if you have watched “Six” the musical you already got what I mean (like, being the wife who married to Henry the longest). There’s also the early warlike aspect in Hera (featured in Homer’s works) that Catherine has it as well (at least you know that she’s getting more victories than Henry if you have watched Horrible Histories season 6, in the episode with Rowan Atkinson playing Henry VIII (which is sad because I want Ben Willbond to play him—he iconic to the HH fandom)), making her a great casting of Hera.

Hera, in my opinion, is a very strong woman who has to take Zeus’s shit and I could totally understand why she took revenge on the girls that Zeus has slept with—but anyways, hopefully you guys would like it :3

3. Aphrodite - Pauline Bonaparte

This is half-self-explanatory, really—just look at that statue she posed as Venus, the Roman equivalent of Aphrodite.

Pauline was famed for her beauty in her time, also a big chunk of scandals from her affairs (which bugs her big brother Napoleon, a lot). Nevertheless, despite her big spending habits and a great sexual appetite, she always helped Napoleon in some surprising ways (like she sold her house in Paris to the Duke of Wellington to get the funds for Napoleon).

Just like Aphrodite herself, Pauline harnessed her beauty very well. Thus, I rest my case.

4. Apollo - Joachim Murat or Emperor Franz Joseph I of Austria

(Warning: long content ahead)

Firstly, let me briefly introduce them because you guys might not know them much.

Joachim Murat was a marshal of France, also one of Napoleon’s brother-in-law, grand duke of Berg and Cleves from 1806 to 1808 and the King of Naples from 1808 to 1815. After the wars, he attempted to escape yet was caught and executed in 1815 in Pizzo, Italy (if you have read of Alexandre Dumas’s “Famous Crimes” you might know him—by the way no one has cut his head off and sent it to that big nose King Ferdinand).

For those who have watched “Elisabeth” or the “Sissi” movies, you might know Franz Joseph I of Austria already but you might not know much about himself besides being the husband of the (in)famous Empress Sisi (ie. Empress Elisabeth of Austria). He was the Emperor of the Austria from 1848 to his death in 1916—one of the longest reigning European monarchs in history. During his reign, the empire had been through a lot of change, most notably, the creation of Austria-Hungary. Nevertheless, he was also the Emperor who started World War I and he died of old age in the midst of the Great War.

For Apollo, I’m not casting musicians because this is quite overdone. I rather want to shed a light to the other arts that he represented in Greco-Roman mythology. This makes me want to draw a parallel to Joachim Murat as he was also a great sucker of classical literature. Plus, he also was known to be a flamboyant dresser (his nickname was “the Dandy King” by the way), also the designer of the uniforms of the Neapolitan army (with an excessive amount of amaranth, perhaps his favourite colour). Really, everyone just sees him as a great flamboyant himbo but in reality, he’s iconically badass in the battlefield as the First Horseman of Europe. Well, also he’s known for being extremely good with women even though his wife Caroline was fierce as hell. So, in my opinion, he fits the image of Apollo that we know.

However, you guys might feel surprised why I picked Franz Joseph for Apollo. Well, he really... was a rather mediocre ruler in my opinion, and perhaps our most memorable image of him was the senile emperor who signed the declaration of war to Serbia. Nevertheless, he was a well-liked man among his subjects, at least to some old citizens of Austria-Hungary telling future generations. Besides, culture flourished in Vienna under his reign—with notable figures like Sigmund Freud, Ludwig Wittgenstein and Erwin Schrödinger. Despite the series of unfortunate events which made the empire started to crumble, Austria-Hungary arguably has its cultural importance in Europe. Sounds like what Apollo would do if he’s a ruler, somehow.

Well, enough of his political achievements, let’s talk about his private life... which was probably the actual reason why I picked him.

Enter Duchess Elisabeth in Bavaria, the Empress of Austria and Queen of Hungary, also known as Sisi.

On a side note, Marshal Louis-Alexandre Berthier of France, Prince of Neufchâtel and of Wargram, was Empress Sisi’s grand-uncle in-law via his marriage to Duchess Maria Elisabeth in Bavaria

Absolutely love Pia as Elisabeth in the musical so please don’t mind me using a gif from this :3 ((also, “Elisabeth” spoiler alert

Franz originally was to marry her sister Helene (nicknamed Néné), nevertheless, on the first meeting in Bad Ishl, he has fallen for the young Elisabeth, head over heels—making him defying his domineering mother, Archduchess Sophie, for the very first time. Elisabeth also liked him and did not expressed her refusal either, so they got married in St. Augustine’s Church in 29th April, 1854.

However, the marriage was not well. Sisi was not accustomed to the strict Austrian court especially Archduchess Sophie (also she was not really a fan of intimacy). Poor Franz was rather helpless in situations between his mother and his wife, and eventually, Sisi chose her freedom over her duty as Empress, traveling around the world. They two briefly went back together during the Austro-Hungarian compromise, yet she was constantly not there. Eventually, Sisi was assassinated by an anarchist named Luigi Lucheni during her stay in Geneva, Switzerland, and Franz was devastated over her death (“she will never know how much I love her”).

To Franz, he loved her so, but he really didn’t understand her needs. Even though he had countless mistresses and female companions in Vienna, he still missed his wife. I say, he was really unlucky when it comes to love. Like Apollo himself, he dated countless nymphs and humans, but a lot of his notable relationships did not have a good end. (Probably Cyrene was the most lucky one, yet she also has chosen to be left alone after mothering several children with Apollo.) For this, I picked Franz Joseph as Apollo.

5. Ares - Jean Lannes or Michel Ney

As usual, for those who don’t know much history, I shall briefly introduce my babeys these two great soldiers.

Jean Lannes was one of the marshals of Napoleon, known for being one of Napoleon’s closest friends and his fiery personality, and is considered one of the best marshals of the 1st French Empire. His finest moments including the Battle of Ratisbon in which he led his men to storm the well-guarded city with ladders (hence his nickname “ladder lord” in our very humble Napoleonic marshalate fandom :3). Sadly, he died of the wound he received in the battle of Aspern-Essling in 1809.

Michel Ney was also one of the marshals of Napoleon, known for his extreme valour (yep, he is known as the “Bravest of the Brave”). As you might know, he was one of the marshals who was in Waterloo, yet, his finest hour was during the retreat from Russia in the disasterous 1812. Sadly, he was arguably the most prominent victim of the White Terror under the second Bourbon restoration, executed in 1815 (**I am not accepting any kind of conspiracy theories of my babey survived and died in America😤).

Speaking of Ares, I have a lot of things to say (that’s my dad ;-; no jkjk). He is really not that bloodthirsty idiot who casually hates humans. Well, he’s more like a fiery dork and a man who was very faithful to his lovers, and fights very well (by the way also one of the best dads). So, the bois that come into my mind are automatically two of the most courageous marshals of France.

Lannes, if I have to get him a godly parent, it would definitely Ares. He resembled the god a lot (also I sometimes imagined Ares as a smol bean with dark hair), probably looks the most like Ares himself. He got that fiery temper, that faithfulness to his wife Louise, also being a very courageous fighter in the field—well he literally was like, “NO LEMME STORM DAT CITY *grabs ladder*”.

There you have it, my big bro our ladder lord Jean Lannes who can pull off a perfect Ares.

Ney is like a slightly introverted (and mature) version of an Ares person. You can guess his temper already through his famed auburn hair, and indeed despite his shy exterior his temper sometimes was a bit explosive, and a bit impatient (which was somehow one of his fatal flaws). He was a great fighter, known as a skilled swordsman in his youth. And you all know how brave he is in his famed epithet. Michel Ney is purely badass (and C U T E) you know (and he needs a lot of hugs because he has really been though a lot in the wars, and was a possible case of PTSD which was shown in his arguably suicidal behaviour during the battle of Waterloo). That’s why I casted him as the Greek god Ares OwO

And there you have it, my interpretations on the Greek gods via people in history. I originally would like to include more but somehow I realised that I have written too much about my picks. So, if you want to add more, reblog this post or tag me on the post you made on this topic (and please use the hashtag “mythical figures as historical people” so that I could look into your choices via the search bubble on this app🥺).

Last but not the least, I hope you all lovelies like this, also have learnt something new via my brief introductions on some historical people. Have a great day!

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Across The Serververse, Chapter 14

Marvin’s spaceship was already fired up and ready to go by the time Bugs got there. Eyes widening he flung himself at the door just as it was closing and managed to get into the spaceship in the nick of time. Gasping, the rabbit lay on the floor and got his breath back for a few moments before glaring up at Marvin and hissing. “Really? Ya couldn’t have kept de door open a few more minutes?”

Marvin shrugged. “I said 12 hours.” He said, pedantically. “ Everyone else made it on time. Except Porky -but he's still with Daffy. He's not woken up yet - is it my fault you can’t follow instructions?”

Bugs gave one last glare and staggered to his feet. “’Ave we decided who we’re gettin’ next?”

“Yes.” Marvin lit the main screen up and zeroed in on two of the trackers. “After a LONG discussion - during which Tweety had a minor breakdown-”

“It wasn’t a bweakdown!” Tweety snapped. “I just pointed out the advantages of getting Gwanny and especiawwy Speedy back soonew wather than watew.”

Just behind Tweety, Wile.E held up a sign that said. ‘Pointed out the advantages at the top of his lungs and with voice shaking - yes.’

“Call it what you want - the fact is we are now heading towards ‘The Matrix’ Universe. Before you interrupted us we were just deciding who was going to go and get them.”

Bugs frowned. “Tweety, surely? He’s the closest to Granny.”

“I am hewe, ya know.” The canary said, hotly. “And yes, I am going. I just need someone to come with me. Thewe’s no point us aww going, the Matwix is dangewous so Mawvin says he needs as many toons defending the ship as possible. I’ww be fine, I just need one toon to come with me.” Tweety sighed and added. “Nowmawwy it’s be Swy, but he’s not hewe-”

“I’ll go.” Bugs said immediately.

“Weawwy?”

“Whaddya mean ‘really?’ - Not only am I yer older brother, I’m the main character, of course I’m coming wiv ya. Anyway, it shouldn’t be to hard. Our teleporting will work there, won’t it?” He directed the last question at Wile.E, who nodded in response.

“Oh yes. Despite the fact that The Matrix has it’s own physical laws that physics can be bent if you know your way around it and the Matrix’s powers doesn’t cover powers from other planets. If Hermione went there - for example - she’d be able to use her magic. Ditto for the likes of Superman and Wonderwomen. Batman might have more issue because he runs more on gadgets but his physical prowess wouldn’t be affected-”

“But our teleporting will be alright?” Bugs interrupted, keen to get back on task. “And our anvils?”

Wile.E considered. “Teleporting’s definitely alright. Anvils may have to enter ‘bullet time.’ I’d try and avoid gags if I were you.” He advised. “Stick to flying and running - it’ll be easier. And I’d stay away from burrowing.” He added. “I know in theory you can burrow through any surface, but the Matrix may not be the best place to put that theory to the test.”

Bugs nodded. “Got it. Now-” He grinned at Tweety. “-We need to be properly attired.”

Reading his brothers mind Tweety and Bugs spun around creating a dust cloud and when the cloud disappeared they were each wearing a long leather coat that came down to Bugs’s knees and Tweety’s feet respectively.

The two of them looked at each other and fist-bumped. “Now-” Bugs carefully placed a pair of shades over his eyes. “-Les go get ‘em.”

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[About an hour and a half later in the land of ‘The Matrix’]

“Be careful.” Marvin warned, as he opened the door. “I believe they’re in a building a few miles away. Teleporting may be the best option.”

With a sharp nod to show he’d understood Bugs grabbed Tweety and teleported to where Granny and Speedy should be.

“We need to remember we can do this.” Bugs yelled in Tweety’s ear, as they travelled. “It’ll come in useful later on in de fic.”

The instance they landed Bugs let Tweety go and struck a pose, expecting to be attacked by goodness knows what at any moment. Nothing happened and Bugs paused and lifted his glasses up to see Granny and Speedy looking at him like he was mental. Which to be fair - as Bugs stood in an empty room wearing a trench coat having just been swiping at nothing - he could see why. “Eh...what’s up, Family?”

“Tweety!” Granny exclaimed, as soon as she saw the yellow canary. “Oh, my Tweety! I’ve been SO worried!” She hurried over and hugged him.

Bugs took a step backwards to give them some space and smiled. A cloud of dust alerted him to the fact Speedy was standing at his elbow. “Hola, Sr Bugs! It is good to see you considering we thought you were dead!”

“Yeah, a lot of people have said dat...” Bugs began.

At that precise second a lot of explosions and general violence started and seemed to be heading towards them at a very alarming pace. Speedy yelled something in Spanish that Bugs assumed meant ‘We’re all going to die! Quick - back to the ship!” And sped of.

Tweety teleported himself and Granny back to the ship and Bugs quickly followed them, not wanting to deal with the ax-crazy matrix people any time soon.

He felt slightly dizzy when he got back to the spaceship, but this quickly faded and he was pleased to see Granny and Speedy being welcomed back by everyone with hugs and laughter.

Marvin was the only one not to join in the celebrations - focusing on getting the ship away from the chaos instead - and Bugs leaned into the wall as the ship accelerated off.

“Welcome back, Siblings!” Marvin called, over the sound of the engine. “Apologies I can’t hug you, but rest assured I am pleased to see you. Would you like to go back home or are you alright with staying onboard while we pick up Gossamer and Hazel?”

After a brief discussion Granny and Speedy said they were alright for now.

“In that case then...” Marvin said, as he zeroed in on Hazel’s and Gossamer’s trackers. “...We’re off to see the wizard-”

“-The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz!” The others chanted and they all sang the song as the spaceship whizzed through the serververse.

#Looney Tunes Fanfiction #Across The Serververse #Bugs Bunny #Tweety Bird #Granny #Speedy Gonzales #The Matrix #marvin the martian

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The Tower: Family - 15

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1841

Warnings: Pregnancy

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 15: First Day

“El, honey, time to get up.”

It took a moment for Steve’s words to seep through into my sleeping mind and when they did I became more aware of my nausea than of the sun coming through the window, how cozy and warm I was, or the press of Steve’s lips against my forehead and the touch of his hand on my arm.

I squeezed my eyes tight and curled up into a ball groaning.

“I know, sweetheart,” he soothed, rubbing my arm. “Everyone is up and eating breakfast. Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?”

I nodded my head a little and he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. “You gonna throw up?” He asked.

I nodded and he placed me on my feet in front of the toilet. I stood staring at it for a moment as he gathered my hair back and rubbed my back soothingly. My stomach churned and I dropped to my knees and heaved into the toilet bowl, emptying my stomach. Steve stayed with me, rubbing my back and holding my hair off my face. When it seemed like my stomach was empty he flushed and helped me to my feet.

“Here’s your nausea medication,” he said, taking the lid of a bottle. I held out my hand and he shook a pill out into my palm and poured me a glass of water. As I took it he turned on the shower.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said, pressing another kiss to my forehead. “Take a shower and get dressed. We’ll have toast and your vitamins ready for you so we can take the kids to school.”

“Thank you, Steve,” I mumbled.

“Of course, honey,” he said. “We don’t want you to miss this.”

He left the room and I showered as quickly as I could. When I was done, I dressed in a simple dress and braided my hair before heading downstairs.

“Mommy!” The twins squealed, running over to me and slamming into my legs. They were wearing matching blue gingham shirts and dark blue shorts. Riley had her hair in pigtails, while Pietro’s sat in wide curls.

“You dotta hurry, mommy,” Pietro said.

“We dotta doe to schoowl,” Riley added.

“I know, babies,” I said. “We can go.”

“Come drink some ginger tea and eat some toast,” Natasha said. “We have time.”

“Mama,” Riley whined. “We wanna doe.”

Natasha started laughing. “Riley,” she whined back. “You have to be patient.”

I chuckled and took a seat, and took my vitamins as I sipped the ginger tea Wanda had poured for me.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Bruce asked.

“Getting there,” I said. “Pills have started kicking in, so that’s good.”

He rubbed my back with one large hand and I smiled at him. “You’re going to be very popular at the school.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I considered pushing into just Bruce so I wouldn’t draw attention, and you know, maybe I’d fit through the door easier. But Hulk wants to be there.”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” I said and finished my piece of toast.

“Weddy now?” Riley asked.

“Yeah, bug,” I said. “I’m ready.”

“Alright, family,” Steve said, getting up and moving the puppies into their playpen. “Assemble.”

We all got up and went to the elevator riding it down to the lobby. We left through the back entrance and Natasha engaged her powers, cloaking our very large group as we walked to their preschool. Wanda used her powers to make sure no one accidentally walked into any of us. Riley and Pietro were buzzing the whole way there, babbling happily about making friends and reading books.

When we arrived, Natasha lowered the cloak surrounding us and we checked them in. We immediately started drawing looks. Even the staff who had been prepared for our arrival kept glancing over. It was easy to tell that the parents in the halls were holding their kids back from approaching us. That all went out the window when we entered the twin’s classroom.

It was full of kids with their parents doing various activities. Some were looking for their desks, some were reading in the corner on the comfortable couches, some were hanging up backpacks, and some parents were soothing their crying children and assuring them they’d have fun.

When Steve and Tony entered the room some kids looked over. They all wrinkled their brows like they were trying to work out how they knew the two men at the front of the group. When Thor came in, more kids looked over and understanding started to dawn on some of the kids and a couple made happy squeak sounds. It wasn’t until Bruce ducked through the door that they all broke.

They all squealed and ran over, little groups of kids choosing their favorite Avengers to speak to. They all crouched down to get on the level with the kids as they were inundated with questions from the class. Riley and Pietro looked confused and Pietro ran over to my side and tugged on my hand. “Mommy…” he whined.

I picked him up as the headteacher approached. “Hello!” She said warmly, extending her hand to me. “I’m Alicia. You must be Elise.”

“Yes,” I said, shaking her hand. “Sorry about the chaos. We all wanted to see them off.”

“It’s fine. The first day is always a little chaotic, and this gives them all something exciting,” she said. “And who are you?”

Pietro hid his head in my chest and Riley grabbed my free hand and began tugging on it. “I don’t think they’ve seen their parents get mobbed by fans before,” I said.

“Plus I’m a new person,” Alicia added.

“This is Pietro,” I said, bouncing Pietro on my hip. “Piet, this is your teacher, Alicia.”

“Hello, Pietro, welcome to the class,” she said, before crouching down to Riley. “And I bet your name is Riley.”

“It is!” She squeaked, like her teacher had just done a particularly amazing magic trick.

“How about you two find your bag pegs and your desks?” Alicia suggested.

“Daddy…” Pietro whined, looking back at the group of kids who were swarming around the others. Clint managed to pull himself out of the pack and took Pietro from me.

“I got you, buddy,” he said. Pietro scrambled up onto Clint’s shoulders and we took the twins into the nook that had the kids bags.

“Why dose kids do dat?” Pietro asked as Riley tried to find her name.

“Well,” Clint said, and looked over at me, with his helpless puppy expression.

“Remember when we were on Asgard and everyone knew who you were and they were very nice to you?” I asked.

“Yeah, dey cawled me a pwince,” Pietro said.

“Well, it’s a bit like that. Mamma, Daj, and all your daddy’s are very well known because they go out and save the world all the time. People like them. Especially kids. So the kids are all just excited to see them because they like them so much and they’ve never seen them before,” I explained. “You’re gonna see some will have pictures of them on their bags and lunch boxes.”

“Pied!” Riley called. “Wook - dares daddy Steeb.”

Pietro began to wiggle down and Clint put him on the floor and the twins went from looking for their pegs to looking for their parents’ pictures on the other kid’s bags. In the end, they found two daddy Steves, three daddy Tonys, a daddy Bruce, a daddy Thor, Two mamas, one Daj, and a daddy Sam.

“Aww, man, no me,” Clint complained.

“Well there’s no me either,” I said, nudging him. “Or Bucky.”

“Damn, poor Buck,” Clint said.

I shrugged and looked out through the door. “He’s got a bunch of kids looking at his arm. I bet tomorrow there will be a tonne of Winter Soldier Merch. Plus you’re all gonna be invited to every kid’s birthday party now.”

“Sweet,” Clint said. “I love cupcakes.”

“Mommy, how come day don’t tawk to you?” Riley asked.

“Oh,” I said. “I’m not an Avenger. That’s all. I never did any saving the world.”

“Well, that’s not technically true,” Clint corrected. “Your mommy definitely did. But we kept it a secret. So the kids don’t know her.”

“Oh…” Riley said, putting her finger to her mouth. “Is a secwet.”

I laughed and rubbed her back. “Did you find your peg?”

Riley bounced over to the peg with her name on it. “Hewr.”

“Hang up your bag then, bug,” Clint said.

Both Pietro and Riley hung their bag up and we went back into the main classroom. “Alright, class!” Alicia called. “Let’s all go to the story area and we’ll do some introductions.”

All the kids reluctantly pulled themselves away from the Avengers and took seats on the couch and little cushions in the reading area, while the parents stood around the area. Alicia took a seat in the sofa chair.

“Everyone’s moms and dads will be going home or to work soon and they’ll come back at the end of the day. We’ll play an introduction game when they’ve gone,” Alicia explained. “But there’s a special situation today. You’ve all been talking to the Avengers, haven’t we? Do you know why they’re here?”

Pietro and Riley started bouncing up and down on their cushions and Pietro put up his hand. Alicia laughed. “Yes, I know you two know,” she said. “You see everyone, Riley and Pietro have seven daddies and three mommies.” There was a group gasp around the room. None of the parents really reacted in surprise. The news that we were in a ten-person polyamorous relationship was old now. It was probably more of a shock just seeing Steve walk into the room in the first place.

“So you’re going to see them all around a lot more, just remember they’re here because they’re Riley and Pietro’s mommies and daddies. You need to remember how when you’re tired or upset you might want to go straight to your parents. Riley and Pietro might need that too, and even though you might want to talk to Iron Man, he might just need to cuddle with Riley and Pietro or take them home.”

“Did any of you kids have any questions?” Steve asked.

There was a little while where the kids asked questions. There were a couple related to how a kid could have ten parents but most were just questions about the Avengers or asking them for hugs. It was pretty cute and eventually, Alicia called for the last questions. All the kids said goodbye to their parents and we were all shuffled back out of the room.

“You think they’re gonna be okay?” Bruce asked, looking back over his shoulder.

“They will be fine,” Thor said. “I am sure we will all be regaled with stories when we retrieve them.”

“Now,” Sam said, wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist. “We have four hours with no kids. What trouble shall we get up to?”

// NEXT

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childishfluff · 3 years

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i loved the fic!!!! could i request a little dream on a call with tommy and george? dream just kinda slips to about 3/4 and fluffffff- anon 👾(if it’s not taken

Sorry! I didn’t see this until last night so idk how long this request has been sitting here. I wrote it tho! Here’s the ao3 link if you wanna read there instead.

Minecraft Flowers- DSMP Oneshot, Little!Dream/CG’s!Tommy and George

Summary:

It was a normal day of playing on the SMP when Dream felt himself slipping. Of course, the moment his friends started to point it out, he denied his regression immediately. But it seemed that George and Tommy could fix that problem with an offering of a few Minecraft Flowers. -- This is non-sexual, sfw age regression, dni if you're nsfw/abdl/ageplay/cgl/ect. If any of the creators included in this work say *anything* about being uncomfy with fan fiction/of agere content including them, I will take this down and/or modify it appropriately. If they have already said something that I'm unaware of, please let me know.

A/N: I hope this lived up to what you wanted. He slips even younger at the end but I tried to stick to the requested age range! also content warning for Tommy cursing like, twice, in the beginning.

"WHAT IS UP, YOU FUCKING-"

"Shut up, Tommy."

Laughter burst throughout the Discord call following Tommy joining the call and just a few words. "Hi, Tommy," Dream greeted.

"Hello, Dream," Tommy replied. "And I don't need to shut up, thank you very much, George."

"Stop being mean, then," George said. "You're 16, no curse words."

"None of us are streaming, cut the child bit," Tommy requested, a slight pleading tone to his voice. Just for good measure, he added, "You bitch."

George and Dream had been on call for a few minutes, messing around on the server when Tommy joined in, entering the server as well. None of them were working together, doing whatever they were doing far away from each other, and simply talking while they did so.

"No more curse words," Dream mumbled, trying to focus on mining. This couldn't happen. Not now, not with George. And especially not with Tommy. It wasn't like both of them didn't already know, but he was still embarrassed to slip openly. It was scary, and hard!

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, green boy." Tommy's reply came through, the boy speaking casually. Though the other two couldn't see it, Clay pouted. He immediately realized how childish his reaction was, dropping the face and trying to focus back in on what he was doing.

It seemed so tempting to just switch to creative mode and build a cute little house. They three talked on and off, mostly just enjoying each others company in a much more chill way, off stream, without the elements of acting for the roleplay world they had created.

"So, what are you working on, Dream?" George eventually asked.

"Minin'," he mumbled quietly, not realizing how little his voice sounded until he spoke. He also didn't realize that he thumb was halfway in his mouth until he spoke either. He immediately sat up, speaking more clearly. "I'm, uh, mining."

"Aww," Tommy spoke somewhat teasingly. "Baby Dweam has come to visit, hmm?"

Tommy's ongoing joke about Dream's age regression was something that embarrassed Dream, but didn't actually upset him. He never made it on stream, and Tommy would always soften up if he actually was regressing. Sometimes, Dream was just tired, and childish traits shined through without reason.

"Is that true? Are you feeling small, Clay?" George's curious, but also soft, voice came through next. Dream felt a lot safer when the two boys spoke softly to him, but he still denied that he was slipping.

"No, I'm not small!" he defended in a high-pitched voice. "I'm big, very big."

"But Dweam," Tommy spoke in his teasing baby voice again. "What if I wanted to talk to Little Clay? I haven't seen him since before Christmas!"

You see, Tommy was a little too. He was an age dreamer rather than a regressor, at least most of the time. Tubbo was a little as well, and Fundy, and also Bad-

Actually, quite a bit of the people in the server were involved in that community. Some got into it after learning about it from someone else in the server, but with Tommy and Dream, it was a coincidence revealed after a stressful day when Dream slipped and Tommy did too, to help him feel more comfortable acting childish.

"Little Clay is hidin'," Dream claimed, blushing furiously.

"You should tell him to stop hiding, then," George replied. "He's so very adorable and I'd very much like to go pick flowers with him."

Dream was blushing even more, absolutely flustered by all the teasing and compliments. He whined, "Meanies."

"I'm mean? For calling you cute," George gasped playfully.

"I said that I wanted to talk to little you! That isn't mean, right?" Tommy questioned, looking at his facecam. George shook his head.

"We're not mean, you're just pouty because we're teasing you." George said. Even more blushing ensued.

"I bet he's blushing, George," Tommy said, as if he could somehow see Dream.

"I bet so too," he agreed.

"Not blushin'!" Dream squeaked, speaking much more like a toddler then before.

"I think you know that lying is against the rules, sweetie," George told him, speaking like a parent warning a child not to do something. This made Dream feel even smaller then before.

"Not lyin', not blushin', not small," he spoke in the most childish voice either of the others had heard come from him.

"Well," George spotted Dream's avatar on the prime path, sprinting towards him. "I picked some pretty flowers, but specifically for Little Clay." He equipped a flower he had found, moving his avatar to stand in front of Dream's. Dream had climbed out of his mine at some point, and he had just been wondering around during the time he wasn't blushing.

"Flower?" Dream's little innocent voice spoke up, moving his avatar to look at George's. "Purple flower!" he giggled, making George smile. "I wan' it, please." he pouted again.

"You asked really nicely, baby, good job." George told him, dropping the flower to him.

"T'ank you!" Clay felt happiness bubble in his chest at the praise. He had forgotten all about denying that he was in littlespace at this point.

"Do you know what good boys get?" Tommy spoke up, joining them on the prime path.

"Hmm?" Dream turned his avatar towards his, curious now. Tommy equipped red flowers so that Clay could see them.

"More flowers!" Tommy cheered, dropping a bunch of flowers to him.

"Whoa, whoa," Dream said, picking them up. "Lotsa flowers? Just for me?"

"Yep!" George and Tommy replied together. It was very entertaining to see one of the littles get excited over such a simple thing. For Dream, winning video games or getting the cuter things in games made him happy!

Like Minecraft flowers.

"We gotta put dem' all over! Leave a flower at everyone's house!" he said, immediately. George and Tommy 'awed' at him.

"That sounds like a great idea, little one," George agreed with a smile.

"How about George goes and gets more for us, and I'll take you around to leave flowers everywhere?" Tommy suggested. Dream almost pouted, until the part of his brain that was still somewhat logical reminded him that George would still be on call with them. He was leaving in game, they would still be able to talk.

"Mkay," Dream agreed. And just like that, they split off, Dream and Tommy continuing down the prime path and stopping at all the different buildings, while George left to find more flowers.

As the day went on, George kept joking about how finding flowers was 'such an important mission' and that he couldn't fail it. Every once in a while, he'd come back to the main part of the SMP and drop Tommy and Dream flowers.

They left them at every building, and just put them 'all over', as Dream requested. Tommy and George were sure that everyone would love the sweet little gift from Clay whenever they logged onto the server next.

Tommy had, at some point, called Dream the 'flower prince', which made him all blushy and shy. So of course, he kept at it. "Flowers are pretty," Dream pouted. "I like flowers."

"I knowwww," Tommy replied, "That's why you're the Flower Prince!"

"No, no, not a prince," Dream denied.

"You're definitely a prince. A cute, little, baby prince, that everyone loves!" George added.

"Baby prince?" Dream questioned, his voice somehow smaller then before.

"Mhm. You're the Littlest Flower Prince, Clay." George said.

"Wittlest? Not dat wittle," Clay said, his 'baby voice' shining through much more. He had managed to slip even younger somehow. All because of a cute little nickname.

"You're a little flower prince," Tommy spoke in a sing-songy voice, George joining in almost immediately.

"You're the littlest flower princeeee," they said next, holding out the last word. They stopped when they heard Clay's whining.

"It's okay if you slip younger, baby," George assured. "Do you have your pacifier with you?" he asked.

Dream looked around, before nodding uselessly. When he realized that his friends couldn't see him, he verbally replied. "Yeah," he said, reaching over and grabbing it. He looked over the green plastic, running his fingers over the gems that decorated it.

"Don't suck your thumb or anything, if you need to have something in your mouth, use your pacifier," George told him. Immediately, Dream slipped the nipple of the pacifier into his mouth, reaching over and switching over his camera. He covered the top half of his face, so the other two could only see his little pacifier, before shutting it off immediately after.

Both of them were happy that he was comfortable showing them anything at all. "The pacifier is cute, Clay." Tommy said. George agreed quickly.

"Yeah, you're absolutely adorable! Adorable little flower prince," George pushed the silly nickname again, but Dream secretly liked it. It made him happy.

The three continued playing minecraft until Dream started sounding sleepy, and George ordered that he took a nap. Dream didn't fight much, getting off the call after a promise from his friends to tell everyone that it was his idea to give everyone flowers.

And of course, everyone would thank him when he logged back on, little or not. And Tommy and George would start calling him 'flower prince' regularly, as a bit on stream, and a little nickname off.

All because Little Dream liked minecraft flowers. Could you blame him? Flowers are pretty, and Minecraft is one of his favorite things in the worlds.

And it was all even better when the Minecraft flowers were from someone who cared about you.

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Digimon Savers Commentary Episode 5 - Break into the Digital World! Drimogemon’s Trap!

In this episode, both Tohma and Masaru separately enter the Digital World to resolve unfinished business with the Digimon they failed to stop last episode. While there, they meet up in a perilous situation and end up bonding, learning to respect each other and work together at last.

Since this episode follows on directly from the events of the last one, we start with a recap of last episode. This is a rare thing for now as most of these early episodes are self-contained events, but it’ll soon become very regular once we get into the series’ overarching plot.

There’s nothing particularly interesting about the recaps; the narration is done by a non-character narrator, and they sometimes tend to show far more clips than necessary to remind people of the relevant things that happened. I often just skip them, though since for the purposes of this commentary I’ll be obligated to watch every single part of an episode to comment on the full experience, I will probably end up moaning about how unnecessarily long they eventually shift into being.

Narrator: “To fulfil his duty, Tohma went to the Digital World to chase down Drimogemon.”

It’s interesting that the narration frames it this way, since disobeying very strict orders isn’t exactly what one would usually consider fulfilling a duty to the organisation that gave him those orders. And yet, this also is to do with Tohma’s very strong sense of duty and need to complete every job perfectly.

Anyway, as we get back into events happening in the present, please appreciate this Very Done Yoshino Face as she realises that Tohma’s gone and endangered himself by going to the Digital World alone and she’s going to get in trouble for it.

As it happens, Masaru and Agumon have got the exact same idea into their heads of disobeying orders and sneaking into the Digital World to finish things with Drimogemon. While Tohma was legitimately very good at the stealth aspect of this plan, Masaru and Agumon’s idea of stealth is, uh… not so great.

Masaru: “Successful infiltration!”

Agumon: “We’re so smooth, Aniki!”

Yep. The smoothest.

Yoshino: “What are you doing.”

Naturally, Yoshino has very much noticed them. The subs put a question mark here, but I’m using my judgement to not include it, because her voice is so deadpan and I love her.

Masaru: “Tohma did a Digital Dive? Damn it, he got away before us!”

Yoshino: “Before?”

Agumon: “Nothing, he’s just talking to himself.”

Yoshino does seem to be genuinely rather wrapped up in trying to deal with the Tohma situation and bring him back, because she doesn’t appear to pick up on the obvious implication of Masaru’s slip-up here (and the obvious only reason they’d be sneaking in in the middle of the night like this in the first place).

Yoshino: “Doing a Dive when the equipment hasn’t even been tested on humans…”

Huh, interesting. I guess this particular version of the Digital Gate equipment that DATS has is newer, then, which tracks.

Yoshino manages to detect the signal from Tohma’s Digivice, but before she can use that to bring him back, the signal is lost.

Masaru: “Really. Well isn’t that a pity.”

Masaru sounds so incredibly (not) concerned here. Though I’m sure this isn’t him genuinely not even caring if Tohma dies; he just assumes Tohma can handle himself and doesn’t see this as his problem at all.

Yoshino: “Listen to me! It’s dangerous!”

Masaru: “That doesn’t matter! I’m just going there to settle my fight!”

Yoshino: “Who cares about your fight? You’re just going to make things worse!”

I mean, it seems like Tohma cares about this fight just as much as Masaru does, actually, if in a somewhat different way. We have two stubborn idiots refusing to let this go here, not just one.

Masaru wanders into the Dive chamber, and, naturally, doesn’t have a clue how to start it up. Yoshino seems quite willing to leave and not help him with this, until he and Agumon start the appropriately Masaru approach of hitting the machine to try and get it to work. (We saw how successful that approach was last episode.)

Masaru: “You think I’ll just sit back while that guy gets all the action?”

Obviously, Masaru is not exactly thinking this through here; he just wants to somehow get to finish his fight before Tohma can do it for him, damn it!

Since Masaru and Agumon are clearly not about to be sensible and stop trying to break the equipment, Yoshino has no choice but to give in.

Lalamon: “Yoshino, are you sure about this?”

Yoshino: “Letting him have his way is better than a broken machine and Tohma stuck over there…”

It really is only because Tohma went first that Masaru is able to get his way here. A broken machine that can be fixed later would be better than Masaru throwing himself into the unknown, but a broken machine while Tohma is stuck over there is not okay at all.

Yoshino: “Listen! I’m sending you the co-ordinates where we lost Tohma. Make sure to bring him back, okay?”

Masaru: “Whatever, just do it!”

Yoshino is making the best of this she can and at least using Masaru as a way to try and ensure Tohma is safe. Masaru acts like he doesn’t care – but note he also isn’t explicitly saying he definitely won’t try to help Tohma and will leave him to fend for himself no matter what.

Yoshino: “I can’t help you when you get to the other side.”

Masaru: “Like I even need it.”

Yoshino: “Oh, really.”

Obviously. Masaru is a tough independent fighter who can definitely throw himself into a completely different world without a clue what he’s doing and manage just fine. Being a liiittle cocky there, Masaru. (Exactly as much as Tohma was when he sent himself over knowing he’d have no backup.) And I love how Yoshino isn’t buying it for a second.

Yoshino: “Return to where you first entered by 0500. That’s where I’ll bring you both back.”

Apparently they need to be in a specific location in order for the Dive equipment to work in reverse (since there isn’t a big handy machine with a chamber in it on the Digital World side). Yoshino was briefly attempting to pull Tohma back earlier before she lost his signal, so I guess that was when he was still within the range of the reverse-transport?

Masaru: “Bah, it’s like having a curfew.”

Haha. Something Masaru is probably quite used to, since he is only fourteen and his mother must worry about what he gets up to a lot. He did mention having to sneak out of the house to come to DATS last episode, which I surmised was not because DATS was a secret to Sayuri but rather just because it was late.

Masaru looks at his Digivice, which has a clock feature telling us it’s 0:33 right now. Yoshino apparently expects him to navigate a completely unfamiliar world, find Tohma (and also defeat the Drimogemon because she knows he’s going to want to do that even if she’d rather he didn’t bother), and get back to where he arrived, within four and a half hours. That seems a little bit tight – why couldn’t she just let him have as long as he needs and just wait to pull him and Tohma back whenever they appear back in range?

The reason, I imagine, is that she’s really hoping she can get this all wrapped up before the morning shift at DATS starts and Satsuma finds out what’s been going on here. I don’t blame her.

Agumon: “Aniki, I’m kinda nervous…”

Masaru: “Don’t get scared now, idiot.”

I like how Masaru is admonishing Agumon for getting scared not as if he’s being a coward or anything like that, but just as if he’s being an idiot. Obviously if they let themselves get scared and hesitate, that might get in the way of them winning their fight! It’s like Masaru is thinking of “getting scared” less in terms of the initial emotion that you can’t help feeling, but in terms of whether you choose to let it control you, or you just push it aside and press on anyway. Anyone who wouldn’t want to do the latter is an idiot, right?

Agumon: “You sure this is okay?”

Masaru: “You think I know?”

As the countdown to transfer gets close to zero and the energy starts swirling around them, I love the tiny little hint that Masaru is actually just as nervous about this as Agumon is – he has no idea if this is gonna be okay or not either! – and is just very stubbornly refusing to show it.

As we briefly see here, moving from one world to another involves travelling through a trippy computery in-between void. Future trips to and from the Digital World in the series will (usually, with one notable exception) skip over this part, but we can assume that it’s a thing that happens every time.

The opening also contains a shot of the characters going through this void between worlds. Yoshino doesn’t head to the Digital World herself in this episode, of course, but she will in time.

Masaru: “This is the Digital World? Cool… The sky and the ground are upside-down!”

I like how Masaru is totally willing to buy that the Digital World really is this weird.

Agumon: “Aniki… You’re the one who’s upside-down.”

Masaru: “I knew that.”

…Rather than the much more likely option that he’s just a huge ridiculous dork.

(The subs say “I knew that” like Masaru’s trying to save face, but the word he says in Japanese could also translate as “Oh, I see,” as if he isn’t even trying to hide how he genuinely thought the Digital World was upside-down for a second. That doofus.)

Agumon: “It’s my first time seeing it, too.”

Masaru: “But you’re a Digimon, aren’t you?”

Agumon: “Yeah, but I’ve been in DATS all my life.”

Yep, just like he said in the first episode about not remembering anything but being in DATS. Seems like, unlike the rampaging Digimon they deal with, Agumon came to the human world while he was not exactly “alive”, as such.

They wander through the Digital World for a while, marvelling at some of its weirdness. Circuit board patterns in the sky! Pixelated rivers! All sorts of Digimon walking and bouncing and flying around!

Masaru: “We’re looking for that mole thing. If we keep walking, we should come across a clue or something.”

Man, Masaru, you sure thought this through and planned things out real good.

Agumon: “What about Tohma?”

[cut to the DATS control room]

Yoshino: “‘Leave him, he’ll figure something out on his own.’ …If he said that, what’ll we do?”

Lalamon: “You’re overthinking it.”

[cut back to the Digital World]

Masaru: “Leave him, he’ll figure something out on his own.”

Oh dear. Yoshino has already got Masaru pretty figured out and knew full well he wasn’t likely to take looking for Tohma that seriously. Though, to be fair, it is pretty reasonable to assume that Tohma can figure something out on his own. Masaru wouldn’t admit this just yet, but this is him having faith in Tohma’s capabilities! If Masaru had reason to believe that Tohma was definitely in life-threatening danger he couldn’t get out of by himself, I’m sure he wouldn’t be so nonchalant about this.

As Masaru and Agumon explore more Digital World weirdness – more stuff in the sky! Digital plants! A crystalline colosseum-looking thing that’s actually a Chekhov’s Gun for this episode! – a particular piece of BGM is playing that evokes a sense of grand exploration and discovery, as you’d expect for this moment. This piece happens to be called Savers’ “Main Theme”, which was a little surprising to me when I saw its name on the soundtrack. You’d expect this series’ main theme to be something more actiony, in fitting with all the focus on fighting and the way Masaru is. But maybe a more discovery-like piece is actually quite appropriate for what the overall themes of this story are.

Agumon: “But it feels kinda nostalgic.”

An interesting comment from Agumon here. Though he doesn’t consciously remember anything about the Digital World because he was born in DATS, it seems like he has a subconscious sense of familiarity with it. As we’ve seen every time DATS defeats a Digimon, they don’t die and are simply turned into eggs and “reborn” – so maybe this is a sign of Agumon’s previous life, in which he did live in the Digital World, still vaguely there with him even though the conscious memories of it are lost.

As fun as showing off Digital World weirdness is, we soon get to the point as Drimogemon happens to pop out of a cliff face nearby. Which, yes, is kind of arbitrarily convenient. But I will take this any day over them wandering aimlessly having unnecessary filler adventures for episodes on end before getting to the actual point that the story is here for.

It also may make some reasonable amount of sense, actually. Masaru was sent to where Tohma was last seen, and it’s likely that Tohma deliberately sent himself somewhere near where he could detect Drimogemon. Tohma sending himself over here with absolutely no idea where to find a single Digimon among an entire world would have been incredibly stupid, after all, and I don’t think he could have justified that to himself even with his determination to fix his mistake. Given that, it’s not so unreasonable that Masaru would have run into Drimogemon at some point, since it was going to be somewhere near to where he arrived.

Also, while the other Digimon they’ve seen were just kind of wandering around naturally, the Drimogemon straight up crashed out of a cliffside. It’s still rampaging, exactly as they were worried about last episode, and therefore it’s even more likely that Masaru would have noticed it sooner or later with all the commotion it’s making.

Drimogemon tunnels into the ground, so naturally Masaru heads straight after it – and back at DATS, Yoshino loses his Digivice signal just like she lost Tohma’s. So apparently these signals can be picked up through the boundary between worlds, but not if someone is in another world and also underground. Uhhh, okay then.

This also means that presumably the reason she lost Tohma’s signal is because he went underground while trying to track Drimogemon, not because he was necessarily in any severe danger.

Lalamon: “This may be the worst…”

I’m amused by Lalamon borrowing Yoshino’s catchphrase, but hedging her bets on it a little bit. Maybe it’s not actually the worst! Maybe.

Satsuma: “What are you doing?”

Yoshino: “Searching for an idiot! Geez, why me?”

Yoshino is so focused on frustratedly searching for Masaru’s signal that she doesn’t even register that Satsuma and Kudamon have shown up at first, which is probably the exact thing she was really hoping wasn’t going to happen until Masaru and Tohma were back. Nope, turns out this definitely is the worst.

Back in the Digital World, Masaru’s tried-and-true strategy of tracking Drimogemon down by simply following it through its own tunnel has led them into a huge underground cavern.

Masaru: “Doesn’t matter where this is! Let’s go, Agumon!”

As before, Masaru doesn’t care about the location so long as he gets to fight! Or, perhaps, he’s trying to tell himself the location doesn’t matter, because on some level he’s realising that Drimogemon is very much in its element and has the advantage here. Which it does, as Masaru and Agumon quickly learn they’re not very good at Whack-a-giant-Digimole.

Bear in mind that Drimogemon is not saying a word, just like it hasn’t since it grew bigger last episode. It’s still in that mindless rampaging state, and so it seems to have no issue with straight-up collapsing the ground underneath Masaru and Agumon. That would be going a bit far if this were a Digimon that was still properly in control of itself.

Agumon: “Aniki!”

Masaru: “Idiot, don’t get scared over something like this!”

Masaru is still trying to set an example for his follower and insist that there’s no point in getting scared, even though being in an underground cave-in is in fact a pretty legitimate reason to be scared right now.

They both fall into a pretty deep-looking chasm but manage to somehow land reasonably unhurt, because shounen anime. Agumon’s awkward legs-in-the-air pose he landed in is pretty cute.

It turns out that Tohma and Gaomon are down here too. Seems like Drimogemon took the same approach when it was faced with them.

Masaru: “What’s this? Does that mean the same thing happened to you?” [he and Agumon burst out laughing] “I see, you’re just like us!”

I really like Masaru’s reaction here. He’s not trying to be mean-spirited; if you listen to the tone of his laughter, there’s nothing malicious or mocking about it. It’s just such a huge relief for him to finally be seeing proof that Tohma’s human. He can fail sometimes and mess up in ways as equally ridiculous and undignified as Masaru. He’s not actually some kind of infuriatingly perfect walking supercomputer who can never do wrong like Masaru’s kind of been resentfully seeing him as. He’s just a person.

The relief of that realisation comes out as laughter not because Masaru’s really trying to mock Tohma for failing, but just because of the elation of finally being able to see Tohma as an equal. “You’re just like us”, indeed.

Tohma’s response is also great. He’s not getting frustrated and snapping back at Masaru like he often would in the previous episode, because he must be able to tell that Masaru isn’t actually trying to insult him here. He’s just embarrassed to be unable to deny the fact that he really is more of a fallible human person than he would have ideally liked Masaru to see him as.

Gaomon, meanwhile, the good dog that he is, has been carefully excavating rocks and found a potential way out. As Tohma heads towards it, he stumbles, because his leg was injured from the fall.

Masaru: “Hey, you’re hurt!”

Tohma: [grimacing] “This barely counts as an injury.”

Tohma clearly doesn’t want to give Masaru even more reason to think he’s human and fallible and might need help or something. But Masaru doesn’t care about Tohma’s stubbornness and immediately moves to put himself under Tohma’s arm to support him.

Masaru: “Here.”

Tohma: “Stop that. I don’t need you to help—”

Masaru: “When you’re a man… When you’re a man, there are some things you just have to *do* despite yourself.”

I love Masaru so much. This is the first time we’re getting to see that his manliness thing is about a whole lot more than just fighting. It’s about honour, and integrity, and simply being a good person. The “despite yourself” is because he still doesn’t really like Tohma just yet and there’s a part of him that stubbornly wants to continue to be irritable and contrary towards him for the hell of it – but since Tohma’s injured and needs help, Masaru’s principles about doing the right thing in this kind of situation are more important to him than anything, so he can put that petty stubbornness aside. And these principles of Masaru’s come from exactly the same place as the reason he always gives it his all in fights!

(All those parts earlier in the episode where I confidently asserted that there’s no way Masaru actually wouldn’t have cared if Tohma had got himself killed, and that if he’d believed Tohma was in genuine danger then he wouldn’t have just left him to his own devices? Yeah, this is why. Masaru is Good.)

Masaru’s manly speech was mostly about himself, but it also works as advice to Tohma in this situation. He could continue to try and be stubborn and prideful and insist he doesn’t need help from anyone, but when there’s someone right here offering to help him – someone who was until recently at his throat, no less – what kind of a dick move would it be to reject that offer? Accepting Masaru’s help is the right thing for Tohma to do as well, despite his own pride. And he does.

Agumon: “You’re making me cry, Aniki!”

Agumon also approves of his aniki’s manly principles, like a good follower should. Aniki is teaching him so much.

Masaru: “Let’s get outta here first. Then we can think about other things.”

Implicit in Masaru’s statement here is “then we can get back to arguing with each other if we want” – but I like how he isn’t even mentioning that here, because right now it isn’t about that. Their lives are in danger, they need to help each other and work together to get out, and so nothing else matters for the time being.

This turns into a brief cute montage of the four of them helping each other make their way through the tunnels, which turn out to be quite the underground labyrinth. A lot of time implicitly passes here, and while I doubt Masaru and Tohma are saying very much to each other, this is no doubt making them bond a bit. They’re finally spending some time seeing each other as a person and an equal, rather than as some kind of infuriating representation of everything opposite to their own approach that brings out all their insecurities.

Meanwhile at DATS, Yoshino is indeed getting fiercely chewed out by Satsuma.

Yoshino: “But that was all I could do…”

It really was, or Masaru would have broken the equipment and left Tohma stranded there! She did the absolute best thing she could under the circumstances! Alas, Yoshino doesn’t seem to quite have it in her to stand up for herself and more clearly express this.

Kudamon: “Instead of berating them, we should find out where they are quickly!”

At least Kudamon has the right idea. And I imagine Satsuma understands this, too – he’s probably only so furious at Yoshino because he’s worried about Tohma and Masaru. He likely would have chewed them out if he could, since this is absolutely far more their fault than Yoshino’s. But they aren’t available for him to yell at, so poor Yoshino got the brunt of it instead.

Masaru: “Hey, why didn’t you evolve Gaomon and break out?”

Back in the Digital World, Masaru asking this suggests he’s been thinking himself about, naturally, the most straightforward way to get out of here – he’d just evolve Agumon to GeoGreymon and smash their way out, if only he could!

But it says a lot that Masaru is then also applying his mindset to Tohma and assuming that he’s probably thought of the same thing, hence asking why he hasn’t done so, since Tohma can evolve his partner more easily. Masaru’s starting to empathise with Tohma and see him as a person!

(I guess technically Masaru might be able to get his Digisoul by turning around and punching Gaomon in the face? But it’s entirely possible that it wouldn’t work against a Digimon that’s not actively trying to fight him. Or, even if it did, that’d be a dick move to suddenly punch someone who’s not ready to fight and defend themselves, so I doubt Masaru would want to do that.)

Tohma demonstrates why he didn’t just evolve Gaomon by asking Gaomon to punch the wall, showing how dangerously unstable these tunnels are. Which is, uh, something he really could have just explained with words rather than taking a risk like that. But then again, Masaru is definitely someone who learns things better through actions rather than words, so maybe this is Tohma beginning to appreciate that!

They reach another fork in the tunnel and disagree on which path they should take. Tohma explains that the path he’s choosing isn’t random; he’s been dropping coins on the ground as they’ve been moving, and the path Masaru picked has a coin in it, indicating that they’ve been that way before.

(This is a 100 yen coin, by the way, which is roughly equal to one US dollar, and Tohma’s apparently been dropping loads of them. Could he not have used, I dunno, just 1 yen coins? Someone has more money than he knows what to do with.)

Masaru: “Hey, you’re pretty smart!”

I like how Masaru remarks on this like it’s the first time he’s noticing this, as if he wasn’t already infuriatingly aware that Tohma’s a straight-up genius. This is Tohma displaying his smarts in a low-key, down-to-earth way that a regular person like Masaru can understand and appreciate is a useful way to go about things, rather than a way that makes him just come across as incomprehensibly, unreachably perfect.

Tohma: “As I said, I’m not like you.”

Tohma’s still taking a little longer to warm up to Masaru and acknowledge that they might actually be similar to each other in a lot of ways, since he insists on stressing this point. Come on, Tohma! Masaru’s already started to admit that maybe you’re more like him than he would have liked you to be a day ago; you should start closing that gap, too!

Masaru makes a face in response to this comment. Apparently he’s agreeing with my sentiment about Tohma being a little too unnecessarily uptight here.

Agumon: “Aniki… When are we gonna get outta here?!”

Masaru: “Don’t worry! Keep up your spirits and we’ll use it to work this out somehow!”

Tohma: “Spirit has nothing to do with it, but we *are* heading up.”

I love the contrast between Masaru’s baseless emotion-driven optimism, and Tohma preferring to base his optimism in actual facts. Both are good ways to be optimistic!

Masaru: “You’re really unbearable.”

Tohma: “You too.”

They say this, but they both sound a lot less vitriolic about it than they did in the previous episodes. They still have huge differences in their approach to things that inherently frustrate each other, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be beginning to respect each other anyway!

Masaru and Tohma reach an opening into a wider cavern, but they’re too high up for it to be safe to drop down into it. They’re about to turn back when Drimogemon shows up in the lower cavern.

Masaru: “He’s out of luck to meet us here! Let’s go, Agumon!”

Yes, out of luck, this is definitely the least advantageous possible position that Drimogemon could be meeting them in. Masaru is still being Masaru and paying no heed to the environment; he sees Drimogemon as being out of luck to meet him at all, because hey, this means they don’t have to go searching for it later!

Tohma points out the incredible disadvantage they’re at, including reminding Masaru that it’s not safe for their partners to evolve in here, and insists they should keep heading for the surface and leave it be for now. But Masaru is having none of it.

Masaru: “Not gonna!”

I absolutely adore his ridiculous grumpy walk towards Tohma. It’s so perfect for getting across his stubborn attitude here. No. Masaru is gonna fight the thing and no amount of logic or safety is gonna stop him.

Masaru: “I’m not gonna run or hide! A man takes his fights head-on!”

Also, running away at a time like this isn’t what a man does, according to him, and it’s already become pretty clear just how important sticking to that principle is to Masaru.

So he pulls Tohma with him to the edge of the tunnel and straight-up leaps down onto Drimogemon’s back, with Agumon and Gaomon frantically jumping after them.

(Tohma grimaces in pain as he lands on its back. Yeah, considering his leg injury, ouch.)

Masaru: “Yo.”

Masaru climbs forward onto Drimogemon’s head and has this delightfully audacious moment.

Then, realising they’re there, Drimogemon goes mad trying to shake them off. When they keep clinging on, it rushes towards the nearest wall trying to tunnel away. Masaru tugs on its fur like reins to redirect it to tunnel where he wants it to – in a more upwards direction, since they soon emerge out on the surface.

(It’s a little questionable how Masaru and co. aren’t just utterly crushed between Drimogemon’s back and the earth as it digs its tunnel, but then again it’s questionable how Drimogemon’s drill even manages to drill out a tunnel big enough for its entire body through what seems like not earth but solid rock in the first place. Shush, it’s anime physics; it’s fine.)

Tohma: (He… Did he plan all of this from the start? But wait…)

And here’s Tohma applying his mindset to Masaru, imagining that Masaru might have planned this! He’s, uh… not precisely correct on that one, but it says a lot that he’s even considering it at all.

Rather than jump off its back and fight it here, Masaru keeps pulling on Drimogemon’s fur to direct its panicked running.

Masaru: “Yahoo! This is just like a rodeo!”

(And he’s having a whale of a time while doing it, too, the huge dork.)

Tohma: “Where are you taking us?”

Masaru: “You’re the one who said to think of a good battleground!”

Look at Masaru actually thinking about this and applying a decent amount of strategy! He’s really not that bad at doing so when someone prompts him to actually consider it; he’s just usually so raring to jump straight in that it doesn’t occur to him to do so.

The “good battleground” in question is the crystalline colosseum Masaru noticed earlier – just the kind of place where Drimogemon won’t be able to dig. Inside the crystal arena, Masaru gives it a nice big punch before leaping off its back, and its evolution time.

…Except, it turns out, it’s also about to be evolution time for Drimogemon. For some reason. It starts twitching and shaking like it’s having some kind of adverse reaction to something, but I cannot come up with any possible reason why it would be doing so. The robbers who may or may not have been (read: they definitely were) responsible for it growing bigger and rampaging in the first place back in the human world are long gone and out of the picture. This does not make any sense to me. Maybe this is just something that happens if a Digimon that’s grown bigger but not evolved is left to rampage unchecked for long enough? I don’t think we see any other instances in the series that would contradict this, but this is definitely me reaching here.

Meanwhile at DATS, Miki and Megumi have also been called in to help search for the two reckless idiots, and they finally manage to relocate their signals – probably because they’re above ground again now. But they also detect Drimogemon evolving, which, for some reason, activates DATS’s alarm. You know, the one that’s supposed to be for Digimon appearing in the human world, because it’s hardly like a Digimon evolving back in the Digital World is usually anything they need to worry about.

Drimogemon finishes evolving, and it’s now… a Digmon. (Dig, without the second “I”; yes, this is very easy to awkwardly misread as just Digimon, I know.) And, uh, Digimon evolution level facts: this shouldn’t be a stronger Digimon.

If Drimogemon, an Adult-level like Gaogamon and GeoGreymon, had evolved upwards like you’d expect into the next proper evolution level, it’d have reached Perfect level. And, as I’ve mentioned with regards to evolution levels, they are each ridiculously exponentially stronger than the last, to the point that even GeoGreymon and Gaogamon working together would not have stood a chance against even a single Perfect-level.

So, well, obviously that couldn’t actually happen here, because Masaru and Tohma need to win this fight. Instead, Drimogemon just evolved sideways into a bonus gimmicky evolution level called Armour level, which, from its appearances in other series, seems to be roughly just as strong as Adult. This is not actually any significantly more of a threat at all.

Tohma: “It’s Digmon. He’s far more powerful and has a higher mobility than Drimogemon.”

I guess we’re meant to assume that Armour levels work somewhat differently in this Digimon universe and are in fact just a little bit stronger than Adult, while not nearly as much so as Perfect? Sure, I guess; the general mechanics of Digimon don’t always work exactly the same in different universes.

(Still, Tohma conspicuously does not mention Digmon’s evolution level and explain the fact that it just evolved more sideways than upwards, because the writers don’t want you to notice how awkward this is.)

This whole thing, nonsensical DATS alarm and all, is a hilariously transparent attempt by the writers to inject more artificial tension into this situation, and, I dunno, to maybe showcase a different Monster of the Week since we’ve been dealing with Drimogemon for two episodes now. It’s very silly. Drimogemon should have just stayed as a Drimogemon and everything would have been fine.

At least this does mean, thanks to Digmon’s apparent higher defences and mobility, we get GeoGreymon not winning the fight in a single attack. (Though my brain looks at Digmon and sees something that’s clearly a Bug/Steel-type and is very bothered by how an obviously Fire-type attack like Mega Flame doesn’t harm it at all. Shush, I was raised on Pokémon; I can’t help but see things this way.) It puts up a decent fight for a while, dodging or withstanding their attacks and hitting back, which at least is a refreshing change from the one-attack victories we’ve seen before – because there’s a narrative point to be made in this fight that wouldn’t work if they won straight away.

…I still think this could have been made to work just fine with Drimogemon turning out to be tougher and have more mobility above ground than they’d been expecting, though. It shouldn’t have needed to evolve sideways for this fight to be a challenge.

So anyway, after a little bit of them not getting anywhere in defeating it, Tohma reminds Masaru of the part last episode where GeoGreymon and Gaogamon’s attacks collided from opposing directions and cancelled each other out.

Tohma: “But what if the opposite happened?”

Masaru: “What’d happen?”

Tohma: “Let’s find out!”

Look at Tohma getting into the Masaru spirit of things! He has an idea, but unlike his usual carefully-calculated strategies, he doesn’t know exactly how this one’s going to play out. And yet he’s going for it anyway!

Tohma: “Isn’t that your style?”

Masaru: “Now you’re getting it!”

Not only that, but Tohma knows this is him pulling something Masaru would pull, and he’s okay with it! And of course Masaru enthusiastically approves.

Believer kicks in here, by the way, not earlier when they were evolving. We’re still hearing it every episode for now, but even then, the music directors know better than to just blindly throw it in the moment an evolution animation happens, regardless of context. They’re deliberately saving it for the actually triumphant moments, like all “evolution” songs should be.

Masaru: “The timing has to be perfect.”

Meanwhile, Masaru is taking a leaf out of Tohma’s book and caring about little strategic details like timing! Look at them both go.

On their command, GeoGreymon and Gaogamon fire their Mega Flame and Spiral Blow attacks together in the same direction at the same time, which turns them into a huge flaming tornado that engulfs Digmon and overwhelms it.

Tohma: “The opposing attacks didn’t clash… they fused! Their combined powers enhanced each other and became amplified to more than before!”

Which, though I don’t know if Tohma himself quite realises this or not, is also a very fitting metaphor for his and Masaru’s methods, just like what happened last episode. If they oppose each other, all they do is get in each other’s way and achieve nothing at all, but if they work together, they can each complement the other’s skills to become something greater than either of them could be on his own!

Masaru: “Who cares about that? All that matters now is… he dies!”

Meanwhile, of course Masaru doesn’t care about figuring out the sciencey logistics of how this is working (and he certainly cares even less about possibly making some kind of metaphor). He just knows that it’s awesome and it means they win.

(The “he dies!” is, uh, rather dark, especially considering it’s only being turned into an egg, but I’m pretty sure that’s a subs thing and that Masaru doesn’t actually directly reference death here. The subbers were probably just going for something that sounds a bit snappier than “he’s defeated”, which I imagine is closer to what Masaru actually literally said.)

As Masaru starts celebrating their win like the adorable excited dork he is, GeoGreymon and Gaogamon give a small smile to each other, and it’s cute.

Tohma, meanwhile, isn’t quite the type to join in with Masaru’s loud celebrations, but he has a smile to himself and is obviously happy about this outcome as well, in his much more subdued way.

We cut to sun…set? Huh, now that I think about it, I guess this part of the Digital World runs on a different timezone to Japan in the human world, because it was daytime the whole time over here while it was night in Japan. Maybe this world even has an entirely different day length.

Masaru, Tohma and their devolved partners are heading back to the recall point – with Masaru still supporting Tohma’s walking, because he is still good and Tohma probably still needs it.

Tohma: “When you jumped down towards Drimogemon… Did you plan right from the start to use him so we could get to the surface?”

Tohma only asks this now even though they’ve been implicitly walking back from the fight for a while. It seems he tried to tell himself that it probably was all planned, but the thought kept nagging at him – was it really, though? This is Masaru, after all – that he eventually just had to ask and confirm it.

Masaru: “Nah, that was just spirit! But the result was great, wasn’t it?!”

Aaaand of course it wasn’t all planned from the start. Of course not. But, hey, there was still deliberate intent and strategy involved as it was happening. It seems Masaru can be pretty good at the whole seat-of-your-pants, make-it-up-as-you-go type of strategising when he needs to be!

Tohma: (I hate to admit it, but I can’t analyse his ability with my intellect.)

And that’s okay, Tohma! This is Tohma acknowledging that Masaru’s approach is nothing like his, but that it still works just as well and is just as valid a way of going about things. He’s opening his mind to more than just his very rigid way of thinking!

Tohma stops in their walking and… offers Masaru a fist-bump. I really like how he’s the one to offer here, after Masaru was the first to offer support to Tohma earlier and Tohma was still being kind of hesitant about fully accepting Masaru as being similar to him. He’s making up for that now and closing the rest of the gap himself, just like he began to do in the battle when he suggested a Masaru-like risky strategy!

Masaru accepts it without question, of course. He probably already felt like they’d grown enough of an unspoken bond from their experiences that it didn’t need to be said, otherwise I imagine he’d have already made this gesture himself sooner. But I like that it didn’t occur to him, so that we could see Tohma be the one to choose to initiate this.

They are friends now and it is good!

Agumon: “Aniki’s got himself another follower!”

That’s, uh, not quite what this is, Agumon. But it’s adorable that Agumon jumps to seeing things that way, because to him his aniki is just The Coolest and he can’t imagine anyone else ever being his equal. So if Aniki’s gained the respect of someone new, that must mean he’s also become an aniki to them, right?

Gaomon: “Master is no follower!”

Meanwhile, maybe Gaomon feels pretty similarly about his master, too. He is, after all, a very good dog.

Safely back at DATS, Masaru and Tohma and their partners have the grace to look appropriately sheepish about this whole thing as Satsuma yells at them. Yoshino is also there and also looks like she’s getting yelled at along with them, which seems unfair to me – she already bore her share of the blame earlier, and it was far less her fault than theirs!

Kudamon: “You were able to make it back this time, but did you think about what would’ve happen if you’d failed? You still know nothing of the Digital World!”

It’s pretty interesting that Kudamon says this to them, considering that he knows far more about the Digital World than anyone else in this room and yet hasn’t ever thought to inform his agents about it in case something like this ever happened.

Satsuma drops his anger and turns his back to them before finally complimenting them on managing to return. Despite his sternness, he does care about his subordinates! I really do think he was only so angry because he was worried about them never making it back. Going there in the first place was monumentally reckless on both their parts, but Masaru and Tohma did at least handle things quite impressively while they were there, and that deserves to be acknowledged.

(Speaking of worried, I imagine Masaru is very much not planning on telling his mother about how he nearly went and got himself stranded in another world, which is definitely for the best. Poor Sayuri would be terrified just thinking about how close that came to happening.)

Overall thoughts

When I first watched Savers, I think there was a part of me that expected the Masaru-Tohma rivalry to drag on unnecessarily long, like for ten episodes or more, and probably become kind of stale and tiresome before it finally got resolved. But no! Savers doesn’t waste any time with this mini-arc. We’ve seen Masaru’s insecurities brought out by Tohma; we’ve seen Tohma’s insecurities brought out by Masaru; now it’s time to shove them into a situation where they can learn to get along, so that the story can move on with them actually working together.

And, really, it was never going to take Masaru and Tohma that long to reach this point. They always had so much in common along with their differences, and they’re both fundamentally decent people despite their tendency to be very stubbornly insistent about their own way of doing things. All it took was putting them in a situation where they can come to see the other as a person and not have their own issues brought out by the other’s very presence, and each one was always going to see that there’s plenty about the other that he can respect.

So I like this episode a lot, because I think it pulls this off really well. There’s a lot more to it than just the basic premise of “put them in danger so they’re forced to work together” – there’s all sorts of little moments I’ve talked about here that show each of them is slowly beginning to see the other as human and come to understand and respect his different way of thinking. The writers really thought about this, and about these characters. Savers’ character writing is great.

And yeah, the Drimogemon evolving into Digmon is pretty silly, but that’s only a small thing. The conclusion of the metaphor started last episode with GeoGreymon and Gaogamon’s attacks is a narratively appropriate way to end the fight, at least.

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The Commentator’s Secret (Charlotte Flair x Reader)

Anonymous Request: I was just wondering about any time in the future could you write a charlotte x G!P reader?? Crazily get if its not your thing no bother, I also know you're suuuuper busy so theres no need to answer to this ask! thank you for all the stories though

Now, this fic is going to be a LITTLE different than most gp stories, I went for a more emotional fic for the first time around.

A part 2 to this is ALREADY planned, and I’m already working on it, so the long won’t be TOO long.

I just think that a story like this needs to be handled in a way that is of no offense to anyone AND takes a situation that I’ve only ever seen people write as sexual, and change it to something more emotional.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. FEEDBACK ON THIS ONE IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME!

Charlotte hums as you strut past her backstage, the woman’s eyes on you as you stare at the paper in your hands, completely enthralled by whatever is written on it.

She flips around shamelessly ogling you as you walk away.

“Yer drooling.”

Charlotte jumps at the sound of her best friend, Becky Lynch’s voice, the blonde rolling her eyes.

“Shut up.” She growls, turning back towards you, unfortunately realizing that you’re out of sight.

“She’s gone.”

Charlotte turns to her best friend with a glare.

“I can tell.” She grumbles, the Irishwoman snickering as she chases after the blonde.

“Ya can’t get rid of me dat easy.” Becky catches up with her, the tall blonde throwing her arm around her friend’s shoulders.

“Yer just mad because ya didn’t get ta ogle Y/N more.”

Charlotte shrugs.

“Maybe.”

Becky scoffs.

“Maybe my arse.”

***

Charlotte hadn’t FORMALLY met the newest commentator on Monday Night Raw, but of course, she’d seen you backstage, typically with your attention focused on something that WASN’T your surroundings.

That was of course until one day, you nearly trampled over Charlotte, a blessing in disguise really considering she’d been wanting to talk to you since she first saw you backstage.

“I-I-I-I'm so sorry Cha- Ms. Flair.” You clear your throat, Charlotte smiling as she places a hand on your forearm.

“Call me Charlotte.” She smiles, your cheeks flushing as you rub the back of your neck.

“Well uhhh, Charlotte, it’s nice to actually meet you, bi-big fan.” You laugh nervously. “I’m Y/N.”

Charlotte takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Nice to finally meet Raw’s newest commentator.”

You click your tongue, shaking your head.

“Not until tonight.” You wink, the blonde grinning.

“Well, from what I’ve heard from your Podcast, I’d say you’re going to do just fine.” She grins, your eyes widening.

“Y-You’ve listened to my Podcast?” You whisper in disbelief, the blonde’s grin widening.

“Surprised?” She asks and you shrug.

“Maybe a little.”

The two of you go silent for a moment, your eyes widening when you realize you’re still holding Charlotte’s hand.

“S-S-Sorry...” You mumble, pulling your hand away from hers, the blonde shrugging.

“Don’t be.” She takes a step backwards, her eyes running down your front.

“It was nice meeting you Y/N...”

You watch her go, the woman eventually turning around and taking her leave, your mouth agape as you stare down the hallway.

“Ye-Yeah you too.”

You clear your throat, the butterflies in your stomach making your eyes widen.

It was NO doubt that Charlotte Flair was beautiful, and something ELSE was also aware of that, something you’d rather like to keep hidden from any, and everyone.

***

“Noticed ya talkin’ ta Y/N backstage earlier.” Becky gives Charlotte a nudge, the blonde smirking.

“Thought I’d introduce myself.” Her smirk stretching across her face, earning an eye roll from the woman beside her.

“I bet ya did.”

Just as the words leave Becky’s mouth, your voice comes over the television, the blonde grinning as your velvety, raspy voice sounds through your headset, a complete contrast to you nervous, warbly voice from earlier.

“She definitely didn’t sound like that when we met.” She snorts, Becky, shaking her head.

“Yer a Flair, ya make everyone nervous.” She teases, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

“I do not.”

Just as the words leave her mouth, a tech with a clip board covering his face makes his way towards the two.

“M-M-Ms. Flair, you’re on in 5.” He whispers before basically sprinting away.

Charlotte turns to Becky, the Irishwoman smirking.

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t say a thing.”

***

The moment you realize Charlotte’s match is coming up next you can’t help but smile, eager to see the woman in action, her music hits and the crowd cheers, the woman walking out onto the stage, demanding attention, the woman absolutely glowing as she spins around, showing off one of her MANY decorative robes.

You watch with a grin as she makes her way down to the ring, discussing with your commentary mates about what they think is next for The Queen.

“Without a doubt Charlotte Flair belongs in the title picture, not because she’s a Flair, but because she has the talent and skill, she belongs in that picture.” You say, eyes widening when Charlotte moves towards the commentator’s table.

She ducks down, covering your microphone with one hand, all the while whispering in your ear.

“You’re doing a great job.”

The blonde pulls back with a grin, the woman winking before she gets in the ring, the ref OF COURSE, holding the ropes for her.

“What did she say to you?” Byron Saxton asks and you grin.

“For me to know Saxton, for me to know.”

You clear your throat, again feeling the hints of arousal, the woman’s hot breath on your ear making a shiver run down your spine.

You again clear your throat, gathering yourself.

You watch intently as Charlotte clasps a microphone, glancing around the arena, demanding silence without saying a word.

Eventually, she clears her throat, though before she can even speak, Ruby Riott’s music hits.

“Ohhh, what could this be about?” Byron smirks and you chuckle.

“Charlotte Flair is the best in the business, what better way to solidify yourself than stepping up to the Queen?” You ask, a brow quirking when Liv Morgan’s music hits.

“You’re right Y/N, and if The Riott Squad want ANYONE out of the title picture it’s Charlotte Flair, because when she gets a title, she knows how to keep it.” Samoa Joe adds.

The Riott Squad doesn’t utter a single word, the two women sharing a glance before they make a mad dash for the ring, but Charlotte is ready for them.

It’s only a matter of seconds later that both Ruby and Liv are on their backs, Charlotte standing over the two of them, arms outstretched.

She ducks down, picking her discarded mic up off the mat.

“I was only supposed to face Ruby, but since you wanted to interfere Liv, why don’t we make it a handicap match?” Charlotte smirks, everyone cheering as she drops her mic on Ruby.

“Always cocky, do you think Charlotte’s biting off more than she can chew?” Samoa Joe asks and you shake your head.

“I think she’ll be just fine.”

***

Charlotte was MORE than fine considering she picked up the win, the woman smirking as the ref holds her hand up in the air.

“So, Y/N, what did you think about seeing The Queen in action live?” Byron asks, just as the blonde turns to you, sending you a stealthy wink.

“Seeing her live for the first time, I have to say I’m in awe of what she does in the ring, and I can’t wait for next week.” You grin, the blonde grinning as she slips out of the ring, strutting up the ramp.

“Ohhhh, does Y/N have a favorite?” Samoa Joe nudges you and you grin.

“I mean, I’m definitely impressed, and I can’t wait to see more.”

***

“So, what did you think?”

Your brows arch as you turn to face Charlotte, a grin stretching across your face.

“I think everyone is right when they say Charlotte Flair is the best in the business.”

Charlotte smirks.

“Trying to butter me up?”

You shrug.

“Is it working?”

Charlotte in turn, shrugs back.

“Maybe.”

***

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jump, picking your head up from the paper you’re reading, smiling when you see Charlotte making her way towards you, though she’s not alone.

Your eyes double in size as you stand up straight, as tall as you can.

“Holy shit you’re Ric Flair.” You say out loud, covering your face with the paper you’re holding.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You ask, cheeks flushing.

Charlotte giggles and Ric laughs.

“You sure did kiddo.” He smiles.

You pout when seconds later, Charlotte swipes the paper from you, revealing your flushed red cheeks to the two Flair’s.

“I-I-It's a real honor to meet you sir.” You hold your hand out, the man giving it a firm shake.

“You too, it’s nice to see a new face on the commentary team.” He grins, the man’s eyes widening when someone, that someone being Randy Orton, gives him a pat on the back.

Ric turns, pressing a kiss to Charlotte’s cheek before he again holds his hand out, another firm shake shared between the two of you.

“It was great meeting you kid, can’t wait to see more of you.” He smiles before he and Randy take their leave, leaving you and Charlotte behind.

“Warn me when a literal LEGEND in the business wants to meet me.” You pout, Charlotte rolling her eyes as she studies the paper you were reading.

“Who doesn’t want to meet Raw’s newest commentator?” She asks, huffing when you swipe the sheet of paper back from her.

“I’m not THAT special.” You say as the two of you start making your way down the hallway, Charlotte humming.

“You are, everybody really likes you.”

You stop, turning to her with wide eyes.

“Wait, really?” You grin in disbelief the woman giggling as she places a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, what isn’t there to like about you?” She says, cheeks flushing when she realizes exactly what she said.

You clear your throat, cheeks flushing.

“I mean, coming from someone like you who is literal perfection?” You snort, your eyes doubling in size.

Charlotte glances away bashfully.

“That’s-

“Excuse me, Y/N, mind if we have a word?”

You jump at the sound of Triple H’s voice, turning to the man with a smile.

“S-Sure, of course.” You turn back to Charlotte grinning shyly.

“See you later?” You rub the back of your neck nervously; a tick Charlotte finds endearing.

“Of course.”

With that, you and Triple H take your leave, the two of you speaking in hushed tones as you make your way down the hallway.

Charlotte crosses her arms across her chest, watching you until you round the corner and move out of sight.

“Whathca lookin at?” Becky asks, coming out of nowhere and Charlotte smirks, shaking her head.

“Nothing.”

***

The way your voice husks through your microphone makes Charlotte feel even more attracted to you than she already was.

She couldn’t deny what she was feeling for you, but she KNEW it went well beyond coworkers and FAR beyond friendship.

Watching you cockily smirk at the commentary table, the way you’d laugh when Samoa Joe cracked jokes at the expense of some WWE Superstars, mainly Seth Rollins, and Byron Saxton himself, BUT you at times would stick up for the man, considering before you joined the team, he’d been your favorite.

Charlotte couldn’t get enough of your smoky voice sounding throughout the backstage area, the way it would demand attention, contrasting from the way Byron and Samoa Joe would talk.

The woman had a habit of going back on the WWE Network to listen to your commentary during her match, each and every time you sung her praises.

Unbeknownst to her, you’re currently standing behind her, the woman smiling when the camera snaps to you at the commentary table.

“What are you watching there?” You ask, the blonde letting out a squeak that makes you snort, your arms wrapping around your middle as you double over in laughter.

Charlotte growls, giving you a half-hearted shove.

“Shut up.”

You gasp, attempting to catch your breath as you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, that was just TOO good.”

Charlotte huffs, leaning against a nearby wall, the woman sending you a mock glare as you lean against the wall beside her.

“I WAS watching my favorite commentator, not sure now.”

You pout, putting your best puppy dog eyes on display.

It only takes a millisecond for the woman to cave.

“Alright, stop with the puppy dog eyes.” She demands, nudging you playfully with her shoulder.

“Wow, that was easy, I’ll have to remember that.”

Charlotte sends you a mock glare and you grin, the woman chuckling.

“I was listening to a certain someone’s commentary on my match.” She smiles, a smile you mime.

“Anyone I know?” You ask innocently.

“No, you don’t know them.”

You gasp, sighing loudly.

“AND HERE I thought I was your favorite.”

Charlotte smiles, her head lolling to the side as she turns to you, she examines your profile for a moment, tracing your sharp jawline, the woman’s smile widening when she sees how tiny your ears are.

During her perusing, she completely misses the fact that you’d turned towards her, your eyes wide and cheeks flushing bright red.

Charlotte blinks rapidly, the woman biting her bottom lip as her eyes lock with yours.

“You are.” She whispers and your brows furrow.

“What?”

Your eyes widen when Charlotte reaches for you, the woman fixing the collar of your shirt and adjusting your tie.

Charlotte simply stares at you for a moment, her green orbs darting from your eyes, to your lips and back before she grins.

“You are my favorite.”

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath as the woman takes her leave, attempting to rein your emotions in, but it’s to no avail, your forehead resting against a nearby wall.

“Thank fuck for compression shorts.” You mumble under your breath, wiggling for a second before you push off the wall and head down the hallway as if nothing had ever happened.

***

After your last interaction, you knew what you felt for Charlotte was more than friendship.

You wanted her, in a less than friendship kind of way, but what you wanted wasn’t just driven by lust, you really, really liked her, her smile made your heart skip a beat, her green orbs sent a warmth spreading through your chest that filled you with complete and utter delight.

You were falling for the woman, but there was NO WAY she could possibly feel the same, she was a Flair, she had men dropping at her feet, why would she fall for the WWE’s new commentator that she’d only known for around 6 months?

AND a woman no less.

You shake your head.

“Not a chance.” You mumble under your breath.

“Not a chance of what?”

You jump, turning on your heels to find Lana, the woman smirking as she makes her way towards you.

“Uhh, nothing.” You shrug, the woman grinning as she places a hand on your forearm.

“Didn’t seem like nothing...” She caresses your arm and your brows furrow in confusion, the thing you’re trying to hide twitching slightly.

You swallow hard.

“Uhhh, what are you-

The clearing of someone’s throat makes you turn away from the woman and to the newly appeared Charlotte Flair, the blonde making a smile stretch across your face.

“Hey.” You say as you move away from Lana, and towards Charlotte, the taller woman smirking as she sends her a glare.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Charlotte snarks, the blonde huffing before she stomps away, heels clicking on the backstage floor.

You sigh, swiping the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Dodged a bullet there.” You say, placing a hand on your heart.

Charlotte meanwhile isn’t looking at you, she’s glaring over your shoulder at Lana’s retreating form.

“Hey, you there?” You ask, Charlotte glancing from Lana, to you and back, the muscle in her jaw jumping.

“Are you alright?” You ask, the woman taking a deep breath before she abruptly turns away, leaving you to watch her go with a sad frown.

Your shoulders hunch as you too walk away, in the opposite direction, away from Charlotte.

***

Charlotte growls angrily.

“Bitch.” She snarls angrily, stomping through the backstage area, wanting nothing more than to literally snap Lana in half, in fact that was what she MAY end up doing.

“Whoa, where’s da fire?” Becky asks as she round the corner, stopping Charlotte in her tracks.

“Why do ya look so pissed?” She asks and Charlotte huffs.

“Y/N...” Charlotte starts, Becky’s brows knitting together in confusion.

“Wat about Y/N?” She asks and Charlotte growls.

“Lana was hitting on her.” She grumbles and Becky smirks, a brow arched.

“Ahh, so ya were jealous?” She teases and Charlotte sends her a deadly glare.

“I was NOT jealous.” She says, her nose crinkling and Becky snorts.

“Sorry ta break it to ya, but ya were jealous.”

Charlotte’s lips part to AGAIN deny the accusation, but slam shut seconds later, the woman knowing she can no longer deny what she was feeling for you.

“Figure it out?” Becky smirks and Charlotte groans.

“Shut up.”

***

You weren’t sure why, but Charlotte had avoided you for the entire day.

Unfortunately for you though, Lana hadn’t, she’d cornered you, multiple times, but thankfully for you, you always had a way out, by luck, techs needed you, legends, superstars.

Though unfortunately for you, you had nowhere to run when Lana caught you again.

“Lucky for me you’re not busy this time.” Lana smiles seductively as she walks your way, hips swaying.

“Ummm, actually I was-”

“She was just leaving.”

Your eyes widen when Charlotte Flair appears from basically nowhere, the woman’s green eyes full of fire as she glares Lana down.

Lana lets out a lengthy sigh, turning your way.

“When the two of you are done, how about you come find me?” She winks before again, taking her leave, Charlotte glaring daggers into her as she goes.

Charlotte, without even glancing over her shoulder at you, again goes to make a hasty retreat, but unlike the last time, you catch her wrist.

“Charlotte, what’s wrong? Why do you keep running away from me?” You ask, confused as to why the woman is again, trying to leave.

Your questions are answered when in one swift motion, Charlotte turns on her heels, shoving you back into a dark corner, her lips slamming against yours.

Your eyes widen, hands finding purchase on the woman’s waist.

Charlotte’s lips are soft, insistent, it’s then you realize you aren’t kissing back.

Charlotte’s heart lightens in her chest when your lips start moving, your hands sliding around to the small of her back, pulling her closer, your bodies flush.

You get lost in the kiss, lips meeting again and again until Charlotte’s tongue probes at your bottom lip, your lips immediately parting, allowing the woman’s tongue to invade, the two of you moaning when your tongues meet.

Your tongues tangle in a tantalizing dance, your hands slipping from the small of Charlotte’s back, to her tight covered ass, giving the firm flesh a squeeze.

You’re so lost in kissing that you don’t realize what’s happening until Charlotte grinds against you, her and your eyes flashing open.

Bile rises into your throat, your heart slamming hard, your ears ringing as you stand stock still for a moment, Charlotte’s green orbs falling to the noticeable bulge in your pants.

Charlotte’s eyes dart to yours as your cover the bulge with your hands, tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t tell.” You whisper before sprinting away, leaving the bewildered blonde behind.

***

Charlotte was confused, completely and UTTERLY confused.

What she saw was what she thought it was, right?

She’d seen it, felt it, and still she couldn’t believe it.

Though the thing that stood out to her MOST was the look of utter fear on your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you spoke.

“Don’t tell.”

The look on your face had completely broken her heart, the utter terror, the way your throat bobbed as you swallow, the way your chest heaved as you breathed heavily, your fight or flight response kicking in, and in this case, you had fled.

Charlotte leans back against the wall you just were leaning against, her own chest heaving as she thinks about what you’d been doing BEFORE you’d retreated.

What mattered now though, what mattered most was that she find you, because right now, you needed her.

Yes, she still COULDN’T believe what had happened, but right now, all that mattered was finding you, because you needed her.

***

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

NO.

You couldn’t believe it.

You couldn’t BELIEVE it.

After all this time, after all these YEARS of keeping your secret hidden, your secret had been revealed to none other than Charlotte Flair.

Everyone watched as you sprinted, you passed a number of your co-workers, superstars, techs and security alike, all looking at you in worry, but you didn’t stop, you didn’t stop because Charlotte was the ONLY one who was going to find out about your secret.

You sprint towards the room where you’d placed your suitcase and snatch it up completely ignoring when someone calls your name in favor of sprinting to your rental, refusing to look back.

***

Luckily for Charlotte, the two of you were staying in the same hotel, your rooms not far from one another since the two of you had rode together to the venue.

Charlotte takes a deep breath as she stops in front of your hotel room’s door, the woman eyeing the door’s surface intently.

You’d come to mean a lot to her, the woman wanting to be around you more than anything, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy what was happening before you’d made a hasty escape.

Charlotte’s cheeks flush as she thinks about how large the-

She shakes her head, clearing her throat.

After taking another deep breath, the woman reining in her courage.

A beat.

Another.

A third.

Then, she knocks.

***

You let out a groan from where you’re lying face down in your bed, knowing that the knock on your hotel room’s door must be the pizza you ordered considering the hotel’s desk was sending up the delivery boy.

You roll out of bed, glancing down at the front of your sweats, JUST to make sure what happened earlier didn’t happen again.

You shuffle towards the door, tugging the door open without looking through the peephole.

“How much do I-

You stiffen, eyes widening when you realize the person at the door ISN’T the pizza delivery boy, but it was Charlotte Flair.

“Ch-Char... Charlotte... I was...” You stammer, the blonde taking a deep breath.

“Can I come in?” She asks, voice below a whisper and you swallow hard.

You debate for a few seconds before you take a step to the side, allowing the woman inside.

Just before you go to close the door, the pizza delivery boy makes his appearance.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks, his eyes widening when he sees who you are.

“That’s me.” You smile. “How much...?”

“Uhhh... O-O-On the house, I-I'm a huge fan.” He beams, his smile contagious.

You move into the room, grabbing your wallet before making your way back to the door.

“Nonsense.” You smile, fishing $100 out of your wallet.

“Keep the change.” You smile, the boy’s smile widening.

“Tha-Thanks so much! W-Would you mind a picture?” He asks. “My friends will NEVER believe me if I say I met Y/N, you’re the greatest commentator on Raw!” He says excitedly and you grin.

“Yeah, of course.”

You take a few selfies with the boy before he giddily slips your pizza out of the bag he’d brought and hands you the pizza box.

“Thank you so much Y/N!” He smiles, the man grinning further when you hand him a slip of paper, your autograph scrawled across the paper.

“No problem. Have a good one bud.”

“You too!”

You kick the door shut behind you and head back into the room, turning to Charlotte who’s sitting on the bed.

You nod to the box.

“Want a slice?” You ask the woman humming.

“I probably shouldn’t...”

You shrug.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Charlotte smirks.

“Maybe just a slice.”

***

A slice turned into the two of you knocking out the entire pizza, but with the food gone, you have to talk about the elephant in the room.

Charlotte clears her throat, turning to you.

“I-I’m sorry about earlier.” She whispers and you frown, shaking your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for...” You shrug, fidgeting nervously in the chair you’re currently sitting in.

“If I hadn’t...” Charlotte clears her throat, cheeks flushing.

“If I hadn’t have kissed you, we wouldn’t have...” You swallow hard, finding the courage to stand, making your way towards the end of the bed and sitting down.

Charlotte follows suite taking a seat beside you.

“I’m uhhh...” You blush, shrugging.

“I’m glad you kissed me.” You bite your bottom lip, seeing Charlotte smile out of the corner of your eye.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now .” You confess in a whisper, Charlotte turning your way with a blush.

“You have?” She asks and you nod.

“Ye-Yeah...”

The two of you go silent, simply staring at one another before you clear your throat.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you...” You frown.

Charlotte shakes her head, scooting closer.

“No, don’t be sorry...”

“I have to be, I doubt you uhhh...” You glance away, the tips of your ears burning. “Wanted to, feel that...”

The bed shifts slightly and you quickly realize Charlotte has scooted closer, the woman resting her hand on the bed between you, palm up.

An invitation.

You look at her hand for a moment before taking it, interlacing your fingers, Charlotte giving your hand a squeeze.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She says, the woman stroking the back of your hand.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She says softly and you shake your head. ‘

“I want to.”

Your eyes widen, surprised the words had come out of your mouth.

You didn’t want to tell ANYONE your secret, at least, you didn’t before, but with Charlotte sitting in front of you, your hand in hers, you find the courage to say something to someone that you’ve never said to ANYONE.

“I’m intersex.” You mumble, Charlotte nodding, though her brow knits in confusion.

“I was uhhh, born a female but uhh, have different uhh, parts.” You say, swallowing hard, watching as Charlotte’s facial expression changes into one of understanding.

“You realize that doesn’t change who you are, right?”

Your eyes widen as you let out a humorless laugh.

“You’re kidding, right? By normal world standards, I’m a fre-

“Don’t call yourself that.” Charlotte bites, your brows furrowing in confusion at the look in the woman’s green orbs.

“I-

“No, Y/N, you’re as normal as I am, as anyone, there is nothing wrong with you, and you are NOT a freak.”

You blink once, twice, a third time, before your eyes fill with tears, tears leaking from your Y/E/C orbs and streaming down your face.

Charlotte tentatively cups your cheeks, the woman ridding them of tears with the pads of her thumbs. She leans forwards, resting her forehead against yours.

“There’s NOTHING wrong with you Y/N. Nothing at all.” She whispers, bumping her nose against yours. “Do you hear me?” She asks, earning the slightest of nods.

Charlotte tilts her head back, pressing a kiss to your forehead, something that makes your eyes widen and your cheeks flush.

Your eyes flutter shut, as you exhale loudly through your nose, Charlotte pulling back with a small smile.

Your face scrunches up as you let out a long, loud, yawn.

“You need to rest Y/N.” She whispers, brushing strands of hair out of your face. “You had a rough day.” She whispers.

You take a deep breath, your eyes locking with Charlotte’s green orbs.

“Could you...” You pause, clearing your throat, shaking your head. “N-N-Never mind.”

Charlotte chuckles.

“Tell me.”

“Y-You could stay if you wanted.” You shrug, your cheeks blood red as you look at any and everything but the woman in front of you.

Charlotte smiles, glancing around the room, quickly realizing there’s only a single bed.

You quickly realize that in the same moment, jumping to your feet, your heart in your throat.

“U-Uh, I forgot it was ju-just one bed.” You stammer, shuffling from foot to foot.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re about to make an escape to the bathroom, but before you can Charlotte catches your wrist.

“Hey, breathe, it’s okay.” She whispers, moving to her feet. “I never said I didn’t want to.” She smiles, your eyes widening as you turn to look at her, your cheeks blood red.

“Wh-What...?” You ask in disbelief, the blonde’s smile splitting into a grin.

“You heard me... Just let me go get my things.” She smiles, your eyes widening when she takes the key to your hotel room, sending you a wink before she heads out the door.

You stay stock still, staring at the door the woman had just disappeared behind, your jaw slack.

“W-Well then.” You clear your throat, sprinting around the room to clean it up, even though it was in no way a mess.

Charlotte comes back not long after, the woman smiling when she sees you in the bathroom brushing your teeth, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you turn to her.

“Hmmmph...” You say, grimacing, pulling the tooth brush out of your mouth and spitting into the sink.

“Hey.” You snort, the blonde shaking her head.

“Hey to you too.”

Charlotte makes her way further into the room and you take a deep breath, rinsing your mouth out before you head back into the room.

“Comfy?” You ask Charlotte, who’s currently lounging on the bed, the woman shrugging.

“I am.”

You take a deep breath, shuffling towards the bed, your eyes on your feet as you stand beside it, nervous to get into the bed.

“Hey.” Charlotte whispers, reaching for and taking your wrist, giving it a tug. “Trust me.” She whispers, giving your wrist a squeeze.

“I-I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” You whisper, Charlotte giving your wrist another tug.

“I won’t be.” She whispers and you swallow hard.

It takes a few more tugs on your wrist for the blonde to get you into the bed, your eyes locked with hers as you slowly sit down beside her.

“Y-You’re su-

Your eyes widen when Charlotte cups your cheeks, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips.

Charlotte’s green orbs dart around your face, the woman smiling when a smile stretches across your face.

“I’m sure.” She says, her fingertips tracing your jawline.

It takes a moment for the both of you to get situated, the two of you sliding beneath the covers, a noticeable distance between the two of you.

Charlotte shakes her head, shutting the lights off before she shuffles closer to you, your eyes widening as she drapes an arm over your waist.

“Relax.” She whispers, smiling when you roll on your side and shuffle backwards, your back resting against her chest.

You let out a deep sigh, the blonde smiling as she buries her face in your neck.

“As horrible as you thought it would be?” She asks and you chuckle.

“Not even remotely.”

You let out a lengthy sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as Charlotte nuzzles into the space behind your ear, your cheeks flushing when Charlotte presses a kiss to your earlobe.

“Goodnight Y/N.” She whispers and you grin, all earlier nervousness fading away in the blonde’s arms.

“Goodnight Charlotte.”

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