#Cw kissing

[thecourtjester12]

Happy valentine's day @theporcelaincat1!!!!

Here's my gift to you for our gift exchange! I wanted to make you a second drawing but ended up not getting to it sadly....I hope you like it! ^-^

Original under cut!

#jesterposts #jesterdraws #fnaf moon #valentines day #gift exchange #cw kissing

[nullphysics]

Various Kira and Odo draws

#deep space 9 #kira nerys #fanart #ds9 #odo #odo ital #kiraodo #ship art #cw suggestive #cw kissing #odo/kira #Kira/odo

[neemso]

"Really? In MY Pizzeria of all places??"

These couples are going to be the end of me i'm getting so addictted to the game again

Original screenshot from Helluva Boss down below!

#my art #pizza tower #pt #the noise #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #screenshot redraw #cw middle finger #cw kissing

[rotten-starr]

it came to me in a dream

#noodle’s doodles #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa thh #drthh #cw kissing #cw kiss #ishimondo #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #makoto naegi

[midnight-moth]

RainDrop (ofc) - "You'll have to teach me" - Kisses that lead into more then kisses / Soft Kisses becoming heated

Thank you so much for the ask!!! I'm always so happy to write about them.

So I can't write anything short. I knew this, I tried, and I failed. 2321 words of extremely soft Raindrop under the cut.

He sat with his spine curled against the wall, he’d be told he would get back problems doing that. But his head weighed heavy on his neck, he let his posture mimic how he felt. Like he was sinking. 

Rain had only been summoned a few short months ago. And now he was on a bus, 3 weeks deep into the tour. And it all felt like whiplash. There was absolutely no rhythm to be found in this way of life, aside from the one he was meant to provide on stage. And the lack of routine had him at the absolute edge of reason. 

He tried to create little rituals for himself to cope. Having a steaming mug of tea first thing in the morning, going for a walk around the venue for 10 minutes after sound check, polishing his shoes before he put on his uniform, disappearing into the depths of the venue to self soothe with a song on his lips, quietly echoing in an empty dressing room. One of the first pieces of music he’d heard topside that he’d fallen in love with.

And he kept on singing, in a soft baritone barely above a whisper, heedless of the fire ghoul watching from a sliver of space in the door jam. 

Dew was always curious about where he’d disappear to. Not a master in subtlety, he tried asking bluntly. Rain’s only reply was that he just needed a little bit of quiet before the ritual began. The answer being insufficient, he still tried to exercise a modicum of self restraint every time he felt the urge to follow the water ghoul as he slipped away.

He found Rain after all. Not on purpose, he was looking for a washroom as it seemed that the one near the dressing rooms had been locked for a suspiciously long time. Noting the absence of Swiss, Cumulus and Cirrus, he thought maybe he should be offended that he wasn’t invited.

So wandering around in the labyrinth of hallways, he looked for another, but a soft, lilting voice pulled him in another direction. 

Just when you think you've caught her

She glides across the water

She calls for you tonight

To share this moonlight

Dew recognized the song, it was from one of several dozen playlists that Swiss had made and forced them all to listen to. This one from what was apparently post punk new wave. Dew marveled at the way humans managed to micro-organize what seemed like to him, much of the same thing.

You'll flow down her river

She'll ask and you'll give her

He knew he was intruding, but he couldn’t look away. Rain’s eyes were closed, he was sitting on the floor with his back flush against the wall, long legs kicked out in front of him, hands folded in his lap. He kept his voice hushed, giving the song a whispered quality that made Dew feel like it was being sung directly into his ear.

Rain’s eyes were closed, and Dew hoped they’d remain so until the end of the song. He watched his lips form the words, catching small glimpses of his tongue as it pushed past his teeth. His lower lip was shiny, catching the dim light. Probably the lip balm he swiped over his mouth obsessively. Being a water ghoul on dry land was tough, Dew remembered.

Lips like sugar

Sugar kisses

Lips like sugar

Sugar kisses

The words sounded like an invitation. To kiss those pretty pink lips that probably tasted like the strawberry chapstick Dew could smell every time it took a pass across his mouth.It couldn’t have been intentional but Dew nonetheless recalled images of sirens luring with their song and their beauty, and he felt that maybe he was ready to meet his death just for a taste. 

And then Rain’s eyes snapped open as Dew nudged the door and its entrance widened with a creak. 

“Oh, hey, sorry, I - uh - wasn’t spying. I just heard something. And then saw you sitting there, thought maybe - something was wrong.”

“No, I’m -” For some reason, Rain couldn’t bear to lie. Not with the earnest expression on Dew’s face as he waited for an answer.

Dew pushed the door open and decided to be bold, taking a seat across from the water ghoul on the floor. They had never talked, not really. Rain was standoffish and Dew didn’t want to push. 

“You’re what?” Dew asked with uncharacteristic gentleness. 

“I’m just tired. It’s all so overwhelming. And it’s so - lonely.”

“Well, you’re not actually alone. I mean - the way we’re all packed on to that bus, it’s a physical impossibility.”

Rain didn’t have an answer for him. Yes, he was surrounded by ghouls and humans all the time. But he felt like he was separated from all of them by a fogged pane of glass. 

Dew could admit that he wasn’t a wordsmith, and the last thing he wanted to do was make it worse. Dew turned and slid up against the wall, sitting beside the ghoul, he laughed out loud at how nervous he was. No stranger to casual encounters, why was he blushing so ferociously at the thought of just slipping his hand into Rain’s. 

“What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, just myself.” Dew huffed, as he reached out and took Rain’s hand in his own, threading their fingers together.

“Why don’t you finish the song? I cut you off.” 

“Oh I - no - I can’t.”

“Sure you can. You were doing just fine before.”

“Yeah, when I was alone.” Rain let his head roll forward, trying to hide in the fabric of his sweater, only in uniform from the waist down.

“I’ll sing with you, come on.” Rain couldn’t know what kind of offer he’d just received. Dew sang in front of no one. He thought his voice was too high, too feminine, not befitting of a Satanic rock band. 

“Ok, you win.”

“Good, you can start where you left off.” Dew squeezed Rain’s hand a little, it had the desired effect, encouraging Rain to continue. 

Lips like sugar

Sugar kisses

Lips like sugar

Sugar kisses

She knows what she knows

I know what she's thinking

Sugar kisses

Sugar kisses

Dew made good on his word, albeit even quieter than Rain, his voice could be heard cutting through the low pitch of Rain’s voice. And it sounded pretty, Rain thought. Not what he’d imagined at all. He found himself lowering his voice just to hear Dew better.

“Hey, not fair. You have to keep singing too.” Dew chided.

“Okay, okay, I will. Just keep going.” Rain could see Dew’s lips curl up at the corners in his peripheral vision. This time he sang just a little bit louder. 

Just when you think she's yours

She's flown to other shores

To laugh at how you break

And melt into this lake

You'll flow down her river

But you'll never give her

Dew found himself not so discreetly craning his neck to watch Rain’s face. Watching his mouth move with the words, as he did from across the room. But now he could see how the inside of his lower lip was a few shades darker, full. The deep cut of the philtrum made his upper lip jut out in a pronounced curve that Dew found he wanted to trace with his tongue. And when Rain’s own slid out from between his teeth, he wanted to trace that too, along the edges, and down the center, and underneath. 

Rain could see Dew watching from the corner of his eye, that he was staring, his eyes sputtering warm light in the dark. He rolled his head to the side, watching Dew’s own pretty mouth form the words. His voice was light and silky. 

Dew’s hand slipped from his, but his voice never wavered. Bringing his thumb to Rain’s lips, he drew it across the lower with a gentle swipe, making Rain slur the words. Dew’s didn’t falter despite how distracted he was.

Lips like sugar

Sugar kisses

Lips like sugar

Sugar kisses

With a secondary swipe, Rain stopped entirely. The room filled with the sound of Dew’s airy voice and his own labored breath. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, an involuntary response to the sensation of something touching them. It grazed against the edge of Dew’s thumb instead. 

He stopped mid-verse with a hushed gasp. Dipping his thumb in a little bit further, Rain opened as Dew slid the pad across the inside of his lower lip. Dew could see Rain’s chest heaving. He jumped when Rain’s hand flew to his wrist.

Some of the fog in his mind cleared as those fingers dug into his skin. “I’m  sorry - I -” His words died in his mouth as Rain’s mouth closed over the rest of his thumb with a gentle suction. Dew froze, wanting to climb into the water ghoul’s lap, but for once completely unsure of where he stood, he stayed glued to the floor.

Rain continued, the look in his eyes equally unsure. So Dew reassured, “Feels so nice.” 

Rain moaned softly as he replaced Dew’s thumb with his middle finger, he let the tip of his tongue drag across the calloused surface. 

Dew’s mouth formed a silent “Oh” as Rain looked down at him, the same nerved expression on his face. 

“You’re so pretty. Your mouth -” Dew found himself shifting awkwardly in his seat as a trail of drool ran down the top of his hand, and Rain released his finger to drag his tongue across it.

“Rain, please - let me kiss you.” Dew knew he sounded desperate, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was pulling that pillowy bottom lip into his mouth to suck on.

“Yeah - okay - I mean - I just” The more Rain stuttered, the more embarrassed he felt. And he already had felt it a little bit, not really sure what he was doing, if it was normal. 

“What’s wrong? We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to - I just - I - don’t. I haven’t. Ever.”

Dew tried to temper the shock in his voice. He knew Rain was young, that he was shy, but that, he did not anticipate. But the shock transformed into something else entirely, knowing he’d be the first one to claim that mouth, and the assumption that there were further conquests to be had.

“It’s okay. Just tell me, this is what you want?”

Rain took another digit into his mouth, whining with a nod. “You’ll have to teach me.” 

Dew slipped his finger out, tracing along Rain’s jaw and leaving behind a thin wet streak of saliva. Almost as tantalizing as his lips, he wanted to know what it would feel like to run his tongue along the bone.

“Just close your eyes.” Dew instructed. Working his way onto his knees, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against Rain’s, before retreating slightly. Rain made an impatient gasp, leaning forward to find them again. First, Dew licked his lips, he wanted to taste that strawberry chapstick.

He raised his mouth to Rain’s once more, this time not pulling away. Rain pressed back, the line of his mouth softening as Dew dotted closed mouth kisses across it, to the corners and back again. 

Rain’s hands found their way inside Dew’s jacket, locking onto his waist, urging him forward. Dew swiped his tongue across Rain’s lower lip, and he let his mouth go slack as Dew licked into his mouth, softly. After a moment of hesitance, Rain pushed his own forward, dipping into the hot space beyond Dew’s teeth. 

Moaning with each pass of Dew’s tongue against his own, he couldn’t stop if he tried, the sound flowed from his throat into Dew’s mouth. Dew’s hands threaded through his hair, scratching softly against his scalp, he wanted more and he wanted closer. 

He broke away with a little choked sound.

“What is it?” Dew huffed, trying to catch his breath.

“Was it - okay?” The way his eyes glistened  in the low light made Dew’s heart ache.

“Oh yes, more than okay. It was perfect. You’re perfect.” Dew knew he was getting carried away but he wasn’t sure if he cared, crushing his lips back against Rain’s, moving as deeply inside his mouth as his jaw could accommodate.

Becoming rushed and messy, until he was dragging his tongue across Rain’s open mouth with a groan. Rain pulling his lower lip into his mouth and sucking on it with slow dregs. Dew doesn’t remember kissing someone like this, maybe ever, not for so long, not with such deliberation. Kissing was always a precursor to something else, but not this time. 

Rain pulled back slightly, yanking on Dew’s shirt. “Want you to come closer.” 

“Yeah, want to be closer.” Dew murmured. He threw one leg over Rain’s lap, sliding forward until they were sternum to sternum. “You taste so good Rainbow.” The pet name made Rain’s lip quiver.

“Your mouth is so warm. Feels so nice. You’re so soft, want to touch you. Just, want you.”

Dew sighed, thinking about all the ways he wanted him right back. “I’m all yours.” 

Dew’s hands wound their way back into his dense waves, Rain’s own drifted back to his waist again, squeezing him tight enough to make him gasp.

“Kiss me, until we have to go.” Rain pleaded.

“I’ll kiss you after too. I’ll kiss you as much as you want. Kiss you all night. When you wake up.”

Rain let out another soft mewl against the side of Dew’s face. “Promise?”

“Yes.” Dew replied. And he meant it. 

Dew kissed  him until his lips were swollen and bitten and bruised. Rain couldn’t stop pressing his fingers to them for the rest of the night. The ghost of Dew’s lips still on his own, he couldn’t wait to add so much of this to his routine.

#rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop #raindrop club #nameless ghouls #media nocte asks #ficlet #they are so soft #I don't make the rules they are in love #midnight moth asks #midnight moth writes #cw kissing

[oodlesofowls]

I finally read tfthkab by @buzzcutseasonart and I am in shambles

#it took me way to long to read it but it lived up to expectations #I hv a feeling the fandom is very done with that fix but I CNAT HELP IT #IT WAS SO GOOD AND I LOVE MY BOYS #renga #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #sk8 the infinity #sk8 fanart #tfthkab #cw kissing #oodlesofowls #my art

[starrcrossrose]

So I’ve been hoarding this for AGES and was too scared to post it when really it’s JUST KISSING. It’s not a big deal. LIKE yeah there is the tiniest edge of kinda spice but they’re in their late 20’s so. 🤷‍♀️

Anyway! Uncensored thing is below

#leosagi #leoichi #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #cw kissing #I guess? #samurai rabbit #villain Leo au adjacent I guess too #since I drew the scar #they’re so dumb and so in love #they take way too long to figure it out #god bless them

[selfshippingquotes]

F/O, playing a video game with S/I: What do you mean you're carrying me?

F/O: What's next? You're gonna gonna hold me gently? Gonna cradle my head in your hands? Are you gonna kiss me? Is that our strategy?

#f/o #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #selfship quotes #fictional other #f/o x s/i #kiss tw #tw kiss #cw kiss #kiss cw #kissing tw #tw kissing #cw kissing #kissing cw

[kazoosandfannypacks]

summary: an expanded edition of percy and annabeth's underwater kiss.  word count: 1073 words a/n: even without looking it up, i can guarantee that there's hundreds of fics about this scene. i wrote my own anyways though because i wanted to. taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @jedi-nurse {if you’d like to be added to my percabeth/pjo taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

My Weak Spot

 I'd like to say my first instinct wasn't my own survival. It would be a cute story to tell those catty little gossips from the Aphrodite cabin if I could say that after our fellow campers tossed us in the lake, I pulled myself right down into Percy's arms, drawn to him like a magnet— or something more poetic, I suppose, like a flower growing towards her sun, or two stars being pulled together across galaxies, planets caught in a celestial dance, meeting their climax in a glorious supernova that sends a spark across the universe.

 Maybe that all makes sense if you're a child of Aphrodite. And maybe if you're one of Posiedon's kids and can breathe underwater, sure, why waste another second just for something like oxygen? But, I guess I was just cursed with being a daughter of Athena, and actually having to think things through and pay attention to little details like breathing.

 So, as soon as I went under the water, my first priority was, well, to not be under the water. I started swimming up, and would've poked my head out from under the canoe lake immediately, but I felt something pull on my hand, bringing me back down to the lake floor.

 Before I had a chance to object, I felt the air return to my lungs. I opened my eyes to see Percy, a familiar smile on his face as he pulled me closer to himself. A bubble of air surrounded the both of us, from the top of our heads down to the bottom of our camp t-shirts, though I really hoped that whatever miracle kept Percy dry when he left the water would also dry out my favorite green utility shorts when we resurfaced.

 "We don't have to swim back to the surface quite yet," Percy said, "and this is probably the only place in all of camp half-blood where we can finish the conversation we were having without everyone else eavesdropping."

 "Oh?" I asked with a smile, "and what more did you have to say?"

 Percy always had this way about him of looking cuter than normal when he was flustered— usually because it made him talk less, so his stupidity wasn't counteracting his looks as much as normal. Right now was no exception, and the increasing red flush on his cheeks, illuminated by the underwater moonlight, made his whole demeanor more appealing than it usually was.

 "I, uh," he scratched at the back of his neck, "it's not as much about what I have to say. I think I've been saying it for a while already, even when I didn't realize, and even when you didn't make it all that easy for me." He took my other hand in his, then added, "I really like you, Annabeth."

 "You're not so bad, yourself," I teased.

 "Wow," Percy rolled his eyes, "that's still probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

 "No," I said, as half a dozen genuinely kind things I'd told him came to mind, "the nicest thing I've said to you is this: I really like you. I don't think we've ever exactly been 'just friends,' but I want you to know, I never want us to be, either."

 Percy smiled, "and when did you tell me that?"

 I let go of his hand and shoved his shoulder, playfully and lovingly, but not too gently.

 "Right now, Seaweed Brain," I said.

 "I know," he laughed, and I felt his free hand— his hand that wasn't still holding mine— on the back of my neck, "and I want to be more than just your friend too."

 "And what does that mean?" I asked.

 "For right now," he said, leaning closer and pulling me closer to himself, "it means I can do this."

 Percy had never kissed me before. I'd kissed him on the cheek when we won that chariot race together, and I kissed him last year before he blew up Mount Saint Helens, and I kissed him a moment ago on the pavilion before we were so rudely interrupted, but he'd never been the one to kiss me.

 That is, until now.

 His lips met mine, gently, almost as if he was afraid I'd pull away if he moved too fast. I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about anything else besides this kiss, and Percy, and the fact that we were here, together.

 I'd survived, despite my injuries, in the battle for Olympus.

 He'd survived his sixteenth birthday.

 I didn't have to worry about Percy's feelings for Rachel, or anyone else.

 And Percy didn't have to worry about me and anyone else, either.

 As I pulled myself closer to him, my soaked sneakers dragging through the wet sand, my fingers dragging through his magically-dry hair, my lips dragging across his, I knew this was all I'd ever need— that Percy was the only boy I'd ever need in my life.

 My fingers trailed down to his neck, and I thought I heard a softly whispered "oh," like you'd read about in all the old love stories, and he kissed me with all the more fervor.

 My fingers ran further down his back, but his whole body suddenly tensed, and for half a second he pulled away from me.

 I opened my eyes, about to ask if everything was alright, but he pulled my lips back to his before I could say anything.

 His arms wrapped tighter around me like he was scared he might lose me, his fingers gripping my side like I was the one thing keeping him tied to this earth.

 "Oh yeah," I remembered, "I am."

 Percy had bathed in the river of souls, given himself invulnerability— and as a result, he had a very sensitive spot where I'd just touched him on the small of his back.

 "I'm sorry," I whispered.

 "About what?" Percy asked.

 "I forgot about your weak spot," I said, my fingers tracing nervously near it, but not too close.

 I felt his lips curve into a smile, and he whispered back, "Annabeth, you are my weak spot."

 As corny as it was, I giggled a little.

 He then pulled me even closer than we already were, his hand on my neck so firmly that I couldn't've pulled away if I wanted to.

 And why would I want to pull away?

 This was the best underwater kiss of all time.

#annabeth chase #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percabeth #fanfic #fanfiction #the last olympian #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fic #percabeth fic #kazzy borrows uncle rick's sweater #cw kissing #otp: the rivalry ends here

[mj-thrush-gxn]

Hey mj! If it’s not too hard could I have a Nark kiss? (No pressure ofc!!!!!) they’re like my favorite rn I can’t get them out of my head

here’s a fresh one, with the late teen designs i have cause i was bored, and there are two that aren’t as serious under the cut ⬇️ enjoy🤭🤭

i love them dearly. i love drawing them. i’m not sorry.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndads art #dndads fanart #dndaddies fanart #dndaddies art #tw kissing #cw kissing #tw smoking #cw smoking #nark dndads #dndads nark #nark #nark nation #dungeons and daddies nark #nark dungeons and daddies #nark is best #nark<33 #lark #lark oak #lark dndads #nicky swift #nicky freeman #nick close #nick dndads #nicky dndads #lark oak dndads #lark oak garcia #my art <3

[ulanxxxs]

Finally finished...🫠 This art isn't directly related, but today, I'd like to share a piece of my long-held headcanon and an AU story about Lucienetta👩🏼🍎

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The year is 3E 427, six years before the onset of the Oblivion Crisis. One day, Speaker Lucien Lachance receives a dire prophecy from the Brotherhood's seer, directly foretelling his death.

“In the year 3E 433, as shadows converge and chaos wraps its arms around Tamriel, the fates whisper. To the Dark Brotherhood, an inescapable catastrophic overturn has been decreed. Caught in the web of conspiracy, your death is unavoidable...”

Lucien realizes that his death is inevitable, for this seer had accurately predicted the death of someone dear to him before—a previous Speaker of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, a woman whom a younger Lucien had served as a Silencer and with whom he shared a mutual love...

🔽 ( For the rest of the story )🔽

Lucien was filled with panic, as he found himself without a successor, a direct result of continuously losing Silencers. This loss had been causing significant disruptions to his duties. Particularly, the search for a certain recruit had hit a significant snag. Despite the mission being assigned by the Listener more than two years ago, the individual remained unfound.

The girl's name is Antoinetta Marie. She killed her aunt, escaped from the Imperial Prison, and continued to survive through murder as a street dweller. Her record of killings and harsh life, even by Lucien's standards, was remarkable. Above all, the fact that a Speaker of the Black Hand had yet to find her spoke volumes of her extraordinary potential as an assassin.

“At all costs, this ‘formidable girl’ must be found…"

With this resolve, Lucien was determined to bring her back to the Cheydinhal Sanctuary and nurture her as one of his Silencer candidates.

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Here's the prologue—or rather, the premise that sets the stage for our story. The actual narrative kicks off in the year 3E 428, where Antoinetta, having been rescued by Lucien, dedicates herself to rest and preparation at the sanctuary, gearing up for her debut as an assassin.

Most of the story focuses on Antoinetta's Silencer training, during which she and Lucien live together in secret. Unaware of Lucien's real plans, she is thrilled by the new life with the person she admires.

Ultimately, Lucien steps down from his position as Speaker to become a Silencer, paving the way for Antoinetta Marie to rise as the new Speaker. Lucien will now serve her, just as he did for the one he loved in his youth...✨ The story is intended to conclude at this juncture.

Ideally, I'd love to make everything into a comic, but that's not a practical option for me. Instead, by adopting a picture book-like format, I plan to gradually create just the scenes I want to, one at a time🙂💭

#lucien lachance #antoinetta marie #lucienetta #dark brotherhood #oblivion #the elder scrolls #tes 4 oblivion #my headcanons #rare pair #tw blood #cw blood #tw kissing #cw kissing

[wyrdle]

toxic old man yaoi turns a little angsty lol

I love the thought of Shuji "Why don't the SEES kids die with me" Ikutsuki not being a black hole for bonds and things. Dude accidentally forms attachments, even as he plans to betray people and does plenty of other heinous crimes in the name of The Fall. The betrayal hurts both ways haha.

#shuji ikutsuki #takeharu kirijo #takeharu x shuji #persona 3 #persona 3 spoilers #cw kissing #cw suggestive

[flamigoat]

Lights, Camera, Actions!

Part 2. 💖🎬🧡

Previous Part

Pairings: Rabbid Peach x Rayman

Characters: Rabbid Peach, Rayman, Beep-O, Rabbid Mario

Themes: Friendship, Romance, Humor, Hurt Comfort, and Angst

Warnings: Harm to characters while fighting, scares of death, cartoon violence, and descriptions of kissing.

Plot Summary: Rayman and his friends take a break after a long day of filming. They have one last scene to film today, the first take of the final battle. A recreation of their battle with the Phantom. So far, Rayman and Rabbid Peach have not found a time to improvise the kiss scene yet. Will they be able to then? The anticipation plagues Rayman’s mind in a way he doesn’t understand, along with a strange fuzzy feeling following him when he’s around her.

Author’s Note: Just a heads up, this is a long one guys! Grab a snack, some water, sit back, relax, and enjoy!! 😉🧡💖

Rayman downed the water bottle in his hand. Taking quick swigs of it as he lays back in the chair outside the set. Polokus, this was a long day. He felt exhausted from all the scenes they filmed. He breathes a deep sigh of relaxation as he closes his eyes and leans more into the chair, letting his posture loosen a bit. His head floats off the back of the chair a bit, his snout facing towards the ceiling.

The lights on the ceiling beamed uncomfortably through his eyelids. His brows scrunched up in annoyance. “One. Last. Scene.” Rayman thought. He runs his hand through his hair delicately. He twirls a strand of it around his pointer finger, enjoying the sensation of it wrapping loosely around his gloved finger. It reminded him of-

His mind drifts to Rabbid Peach. Everything was much more fun when she was around. Filming was easier to manage and improvise with her ideas. Even if most of them were about making her stand out more in scenes. He huffed a puff of air out of his nose in amusement about all the times she deliberately took the cameramen aside to get her best angles.

He ran his hand through his hair unconsciously, brushing it until he got to the top of it before returning it to the base of his hair and repeating. Compared to his, her hair felt more well cared for, that’s for sure! Could it be from the hair products she uses? They did have a nice smell to them, better than the one he and Rabbid Mario shared.

Her faint scent of strawberries clung to his hand after he fixed her hair. It was a shame that it was all gone now after the long day of filming. He reviewed the rest of the day in his mind.

The first few scenes they filmed went well, but she and Rayman could never find a time that felt right to improvise the kiss scene. It was either the mood wasn’t right or it just didn’t fit in with the romantic plot Beep-O had set out for the film. He worked so hard to create it, that it only felt right to do it at the best time!

They felt it was best to save the kiss for the battle scene, the last scene they needed to film today. Surely they could improve it in that way! The atmosphere would be dramatic, tense, and unbelievably romantic.

The thingamajig could picture it so clearly in his mind. He and Peaches fending off a horde of enemies. Once they were dealt with, the dark sparkle particles of their bodies would swirl around the pair of heroes as they glanced at each other. Locking eyes only for a moment, but it would be clear what they were thinking. They’d pull each other in and share a kiss. The music production crew would edit in some pretty music to emphasize it.

He imagined Beep-O’s excitement at the potential of it. The robot did have great taste when it came to these things.

Rayman frowned when he thought of the fact that he hadn’t kissed anyone before. Anxiety panged at his mind. What if he missed? Or what if she didn’t like it? What if it makes things awkward between them? Egads! That would be the worst!

What if she didn’t like him anymore after this?

His negative spiral was stopped by what Peaches said back in the dressing room. “Don’t you ever say that Rayman.” she said. He had never seen her look so hurt before. She seemed so upset at the comments he made towards himself. She held his hands ever so gently in her paws.

Did she care for him that much?

The things she said to him came flooding into his mind. His heart fluttered a bit at all the compliments she gave him. It felt really nice. Especially coming from her. She said them with such conviction too! That means- wow. She really must think all those things about me.

He felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. His body relaxed from its tension.

Rayman smacked his face lightly with his hands. “No! It won’t change anything between us. We care too much about each other to let that happen!” he thinks.

The light beaming through his eyelids was overcast by a sudden shadow above him.

“Could- could it be Peaches?!?”, he thought, feeling embarrassed from all the sappy thoughts he had about her seconds before. His face flushed red at the thought of Rabbid Peach being so close to his face. Standing over him, with her beautiful blonde hair cascading downward onto him.

His theory was disproved when he heard the gruff voice of his other rabbid friend over him. Oh. So that’s why he didn’t feel her hair.

Rabbid Mario: “Rayyyy~! You’re not asleep, are you? I brought us some food!”

Mari shook the greasy bag of fast food playfully, hoping to rouse his friend out of his contemplative mood. His friend Rayman tended to overthink, much to his and his teammates' dismay. Maybe he just needed a boost of energy before the last filming? As much as he hides it, Mari needs it too.

The thingamajig opened his eyes, picking his head up and straightening his posture. He does a stretch, feeling his back pop a bit at the movement. He turns to Mari with a soft smile on his face, his eye bags looking even worse than they usually did.

“Aw thanks, Mari! Man, I needed this right now!”

“Nooo problemo!” Rabbid Mario said in a sing-song tone.

He plops down on the floor, opens up the bag, and takes out his cheeseburger. Rayman joins him, getting up from his comfy chair to sit with him on the ground. He sifted through the bag inquisitively now that his friend got his food out of it. He decides to save the best-looking fries for Rabbid Peach, only picking out the soggy ones for himself. He knows she hates those. Wait. Speaking of Rabbid Peach-

“I thought Peaches was with you?” Rayman questioned.

Bad timing, because Rabbid Mario was halfway through a ginormous bite of his burger. He chews it, talking with his mouth full.

“Oh. She went to pick up something for us. She said I couldn’t come with her. It’s a surprise! I think.”

“Hmm.” Rayman softly hummed with delight. She was so sweet, even if she couldn’t admit it. An endeared smile spreads across his face. Her actions spoke louder than her words he supposed.

The pair of friends continued to eat. Rayman picked some fried chicken out of the bag, hoping to save some for Peaches. He folded up the bag tightly afterward, not wanting the food inside to get cold while they waited on her.

Eventually, the two went to stop their friend Beep-O from working. Rayman practically dragged him over to their little hang-out spot on the floor, with the stubborn robot trying desperately to fly away from them. Together they passed the time talking and eating their food. Beep-O abstained from it, saying the food was too greasy for his system.

Rayman was laughing at one of Rabbid Mario’s funny stories when he recognized a familiar smell. Light footsteps he knew far too well. The click of her phone charm against her hips as she walked. It’s-!

“Boys~!!! I got you guys a little something!”

Rabbid Peach strutted towards them, her heart sunglasses resting on her head. In her arms, she held various colorful paper bags. Rayman recognized the logos on them from the fancy bakery around the corner of the Space Opera Network.

Rayman was about to get up to greet her or help her with the bags, but Beep-O rushed ahead of him! Seems like the robot was very excited about the sweets.

“Peachy! Oh, this is too much! These are so expensive- how did you?”, Beep-O said, concerned, but trying to hide the joy in his voice.

“Bwahhh! Don’t worry about it! It’s all my money. Besides, you guys deserve something nice. It’s been a crazy day.”, Peaches waved her hand around playfully at his comments as she responded. “Plus! I got your favorite~!”

“No way.”

“Oh yes I did~”

Peaches opened up the bag slowly, with Beep-O waiting impatiently on what it could be. She goes even slower, a big smug grin on her face as she looks up at her friend.

“YOU DID NOT!”

“YEAH I DID! BAM!”

She takes out a delicious-looking, giant, lava cake. Every time the four roommates passed that bakery, Beep-O always stared at that particular cake in the display with awe as he floated past the store window.

Beep-O squealed with delight at the dessert. Afterward, his face went blank for a moment of contemplation. Maybe he attempted to grab it? His gears whirring loudly. It then stops a bashful expression on his face.

“OH! Let me get my body! Oh, I forgot! Hold on I’ll be right back!! PUT IT BACK IN THE BAG PLEASE! Oh, I wouldn’t want it to get cold….” Beep-O fretted.

The robot rushed away as his friends politely giggled at his embarrassment over forgetting his body that day. It’s not like they’d mind either way! No need to be embarrassed. To be fair, he only got it recently, so it��s natural he’d forget. Especially on such a busy day. He’d loved his new eating function so far. In particular, so he could gorge on all the sweets he desired for so long.

Rayman directed his attention back to the bags Peaches brought in. “I wonder what she got for me?”, he thought. Rabbid Mario must’ve thought that too, he was practically hovering over her in anticipation.

“Annddd- hehehehe, for Mari~!”

Out she pulled a protein caramel cheesecake. Rabbid Mario beamed with delight. He eagerly snatched the dessert from her grasp and chowed down on it with his bare hands—the whipped cream covering the sides of his lips. He gives Rabbid Peach a thumbs up, causing her to scoff in amusement.

Rayman chuckled at how messily his friend was eating. “It must be good then!”, he thought. He hoped it wouldn’t be bad with how much effort Peaches went into getting them. He wouldn’t want her to be disappointed after all!

His rabbid friend approached him, a warm smile on her face. Her pretty, wild blue eyes stared into his own. It felt like lums were buzzing around in his stomach. His eyes panned to the last bag hanging off her arm, waiting in anticipation.

“For you Ramon~”, Peaches said in an exaggerated fancy voice. Her hair swayed delicately as she took a dramatic bow to present his dessert. It was vanilla waffles with strawberry slices in between whipped cream. Surrounding the delicacy was a variety of syrups to try. It looked very pretty! And delicious.

Rayman could cry. He could bawl his eyes out right now. He was so touched. This was just what he needed! Something nice, simple, and comforting to stave off such a stressful day. Heh! She… really gets me.

“Awwww Peachy!!! Thank you!”, Rayman responded. He took the container for the waffles and sat back down on the ground. He enthusiastically patted the floor to the side of him, waiting for Peaches to sit beside him. She sits down in the spot he chose for her. He was happy she sat so close to him.

Just as he was about to indulge in his dessert, he heard a loud grumble from his friend’s stomach. ….Oh! She hadn’t eaten yet! Rayman hastily hands her the food he saved for her, shoving the bag into her lap.

Peaches giggled at his urgency. “Pffft! Ray! What’s with the rush? I’m okay!”, she said in between her laughter. The marvelous sound of it made his heart flutter. It wasn’t that serious, but it felt important to him. She was important to him.

“Well, you need to eat! Here I saved some of it for you.”. He drops the bag carefully into her paws.

“Heh! Awwww, thanks Ray. You’re so sweet. Y’know that?”, she said teasingly to him, a smug grin on her face. She nudges him lightly with her elbow. He rolled his eyes and gently batted her side with his hand. He could feel her hair brush against his hand for a moment. It felt nice.

“Hm. Well, I could say the same for you.”, the thingamajig thought, giving her a soft look.

Peaches ate the chicken and fries her friend saved for her. Eventually, Beep-O returned with his robot body, apologizing profusely that he had forgotten it. Rabbid Peach waved his worries away and passed his chocolate lava cake to him. After taking the first bite, the robot looked like he could die of happiness. Rayman waited until Rabbid Peach was done with eating first before starting on his dessert.

Rabbid Peach took out some sliced candied apples and started eating them delicately. Rayman could feel his mouth salivating looking at them. Should he ask if he can have some? No, that would be too much. Right? I mean she did such a nice gesture for them. It’d be ungrateful if he asks.

Unfortunately, his friend noticed his staring, locking eyes with him as she was about to take a bite of one. He could feel his face heat up at being caught staring at her. Wait. Why was it doing that?

“You want one?”, Peaches asked, muffled by the half bite she took out one of the apple slices. She waved it in front of him, smiling. He thought she looked cute with her cheeks all full like that.

The thingamajig tensed, feeling flustered, “N-no! I’m okay. You don’t have to-”

“I want to Rayman. I’ve got plenty!”

A slight frown of guilt spread across Rayman’s face. His friend seemed to notice, she took an interested glance at his waffles before saying:

“But in return…I want to try one of your waffles.”

He brightened at her proposal. That would be much more fair! He liked that idea way better.

“Heh! Deal.”

Together the pair of friends shared their desserts. Eventually, they drifted to laying on their stomachs, hands crossing over each other to pick at the other’s dessert. They tried different combinations using the variety of sauces Peaches brought with the waffles. Even dipping the apples into them to see which combo could be the best. It was messy, but fun.

Rabbid Peach then focused her attention on her other friends, striking up a conversation with Rabbid Mario and Beep-O about the next scene. Despite his attempts at tuning into their conversation, his attention always drew back to his blonde rabbid friend next to him. Even with all the sweet smells around him, the scent of her strawberry hair products was all he could focus on. Or, when he took notice of her quirks of the way her lips moved when she spoke.

Her lips. His gaze fell onto them. He noticed a bit of chocolate on the side of her mouth that had gone unnoticed by the rabbid.

His body reacted before his mind, Rayman reached his hand over and gently cupped her cheek. Turning her head towards him, he tenderly rubbed the chocolate off the corner of her mouth with his thumb, brushing the digit for a moment over her lips. He felt lightheaded, touching her face like this. It was almost like he was under her spell. Transfixing his gaze to the rabbid’s lips.

“R-Ray?”, Peaches said to him shakily. He could feel the heat on her cheeks. Her beautiful shimmering blue eyes stared up at him.

Gulp. He snapped out of his trace onto her, his thoughts starting to run wild in panic. Was she disgusted?!? Grossed out?!?! Did he scare her? Make her uncomfortable?!?! That was too far Rayman!! You’ll make things weird and-

They stopped when her hand drifted over his, pressing his hand tenderly into her cheek. She still stared at him, eyes wide, as if he was in the same trace he was in. Once again, it felt like it was just them. As if the world was drowned out around them. Until-

“Sigh~.”

The sound came from their friend Beep-O, his head resting dreamily in his hands staring at the pair. Rabbid Mario stared at the pair in awkward shock, the bite of the lava cake he was sharing with the robot falling off the fork and onto the ground.

“Ooooo! Very romantic you two! But, please save that energy for the set, okay?”

The friends pulled away from each other, blushing profusely. Raman’s hands swiftly retreated into his hoodie pocket. He swore he could still feel the warmth of her face on them. Or was that just him? He felt dizzy.

The mood was tense and quiet between them for a moment. She put her hand on the spot on her cheek Rayman rubbed. A look of contemplation on her face. Her ears were beet red. Wait. What if she thought?…OH NO. I’ve gotta say something!!

“I-I’m sorry! I just saw that there was something on your face so I wanted to take it off for you!! I hope you don’t mind! Egads I should’ve just told you!!”, Rayman squawked out. His voice cracked, worsening his embarrassment.

“O-oh! That was it! Um. It’s all good Ray. You just surprised me is all heh.”

“My bad…sorry heh.”

The rabbid patted his back playfully, saying, “Bwahhh! You’re alright! Don’t worry about it, m’kay?”

He nodded. Oh, thank Polokus! Everything is fine. He didn’t mess up anything. Rayman breathes a sigh of comfort, taking a swig of his water. Her hand felt comforting pressed against his back. Pressing down the fabric of his hoodie a bit. His body relaxed into it.

“Y’know, for a second there I thought you were gonna kiss me or something! Ha!”

Rayman chokes on his water, coughing violently. Peaches returned casually to eating, as if she didn’t make his heart burst out of his chest just now. The thingamagjig punched his chest with his hands, tears wetting his eyes as he choked. His face felt hot. It was probably red by now with a mix of him choking and his embarrassment. Any more of these moments and he’d think he had some sort of heart condition.

Beep-O was about to speak. Rayman quickly gives him a pleading look to not ellude to anything else between them. He couldn’t take any more of his observations. Not now. He was struggling enough! It’ll make things weird between them! Luckily, a set worker walked up to the robot, tapping his shoulder and announcing the next set was ready.

Beep-O perked up, swiftly getting up from his spot on the ground. “Oh! We’ll be down there in just a second! You ready guys?”

His friends were less enthused than the robot was, slowly getting up and throwing out their food wrappers and bins. Rabbid Mario stretched, one Rayman assumed was part of his daily work out routine. Rabbid Peach sighed, annoyed, and got up from the ground, Rayman followed her. She did a little stretch with her arms, making a cute “mmph!” sound as she tried to wake up her muscles after lazing around for so long.

He tried to mimic her movement, but realizing he didn’t have any arms, decided just to crack his back instead. Interlacing his fingers together, he stretched them out far into the air, letting out a big yawn. It was contagious, causing the other blonde to yawn as well, closing her eyes as she did so. He thought the way her teeth peeked out of her mouth was really cute.

Onto the final scene for the day. The infamous battle scene against Phantom.

Together, the group walked towards the…”set”. To be fair, it wasn’t really a set the film crew made, they just used an old Darkmess puddle they found behind some equipment. It was risky to try it, but it would save them a lot of money in the long run too. No stunt actors to worry about or teach or cgi budget they could save on. This was the better option, and he knew his friends agreed too. Especially Rabbid Peach.

As the crew member stepped back, afraid of the mass in front of them, Peaches stepped into the shallows of the Darkmess Puddle, feeling the familiar waves of cold wrapping around her legs. She was used to these sensations, as she’d fought in many battles like this before. The familiarity looked strangely comforting. She hadn’t done a fight like this in a long time, the thrill of battle coursing through her veins within her expression. Her eyes contained that familiar fire to them, she always enjoyed a good fight. Rayman smirked in excitement at the thought of fighting alongside her again.

But for the scene she had to act like she didn’t. For the camera of course! The script didn’t call for her to act excited about it, they wanted her to stay calm and elegantly dive into its waves. Just like she did all those battles ago.

She turned back towards her friends, signaling them to follow her before she sloshed further into the deep end. Rabbid Mario followed trudging through the pool of Darkmess. He stood beside Rabbid Peach, breathing out a satisfied huff of effort as he reached her. He bumped her side with his Dukes weapon, a confident motion, shaking out a hearty laugh and saying his oneliner in the script.

The two felt right together. It was odd that Beep-O chose him and Peaches for the romance instead of them. They trusted eachother so much, and the way his mustachioed friend looked at her sometimes made him feel upset. Maybe even jealous. The rabbid’s eyes were filled with such admiration for her. Did he like her?

Did she like him back?

A pang of unfamiliar hurt jabbed into his heart.

Beep-O flew past Rayman to meet with his friends, causing his hair to swish from the wind it picked up. The robot left his body behind, sticking to his classic look for the movie. They all turned to look at him. Right. They had a scene to film. He needed to shake these thoughts out of his head now.

“You ready Ray?”, Peaches asked, a smugness in her tone. She cocked her Triple Troll weapon eagarly. Rabbid Mario bashed his fists together, a battle hungry grin forming on his face. Beep-O changed his exression on his face screen to his angry one, his regular blue flashing red.

He had a line in 3…2…1!

Rayman fixed his gaze on the camera following him. He steps forward confidently, brushing his hair back, expressing a look of determination.

Rayman said huskily, “Yeah! Lets take this Phantom down!!!”

From there he rushed to the pool of Darkmess, the tentacles within it trying desperately to grab at his shoes and suck him in. He dove in, splashes of darkmess sprayed upward from the impact. Once out of the camera’s sight, he closes his eyes tightly, feeling the dark thick liquid of the Darkmess’s materials quickly pulling him into its current. The atmosphere of it felt suffocating, like always. As if it was trying to squeeze the life out of any creatures that entered it. It stopped when he popped out the other side, landing on his feet.

His friends soon followed, breaking through the Darkmess and appearing in the pocket dimension alongside him. The other side of the portal revealed a battlefield similar to the room where they fought the Phantom. The lighting consisted of a sickly yellow coming from floating lightbulbs and a mysterious light in the sky. There were floating cameras and various props were sprinkled throughout the air, floating aimlessly. Flickering white stage lights were on the sides of the walls instead of above them and carpets on the floor drifted and wrapped around walls and barricades around them.

It definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing he’d seen in Darkmess Puddles, but it was still creepy nonetheless. Yeesh.

He heard the filmmakers had been preparing his set for weeks, throwing in props and trying to adapt the Darkmess to become similar to the real thing. He supposes with the time they had, they did more than enough. It would definitely look awesome to film the battle scene against Phantom in here! Plus, it did save Beep-O a ton of money on the effects budget for his film. Polokus knows they needed that!

Beep-O accessed the battlefield, floating above the area. When he returned, he relayed, “Okay, looks like there’s quite a bit of small enemies on the left, and one massive one on the right. They seem weaker than us, but stay on your guard! This isn’t scripted, so please do the bare minimum for your lines and focus on the battle. We can edit in more in post production. We’ll have to cgi in the Phantom anyways.”

Beep-O muttered that last sentence under his breath. He could see his robot friend’s eyes crinkle with stress at the thought. Poor Beep-O. Good thing he didn’t have to handle all that. It sounds like a nightmare!

Rabbid Mario wiped his brow at what Beep-O said, he muttered to Rayman, “Phew! I’m a fantastic actor, but I don’t think even I could remember all those lines and fight at the same time! I haven’t seen mine in a while.”

Rayman paused, confused, he whispers “Wait. Haven’t you been practicing those lines for months? We got the scripts ages ago!”

Mari turned away bashfully, “Well when you’re as great as an actor as me, you don’t need a script to tell you what to do!”. He struck a confident pose. “I lost that thing ages ago.”.

The thingamajig’s eyebrows raised in shock. Rayman was both impressed and concerned at how Rabbid Mario improvised his lines for the whole movie. And no-one noticed?!?! His friend was truly an enigma.

“What?!?” Rayman whispered, astonished.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Rabbid Peach’s voice as she discussed strategies with Beep-O.

“-so me and Rayman will take the right side and you and Rabbid Mario can take the left. Once you’re done, you two can circle back to me and Ray to help defeat that boss. We’ll try to pick at its health while you take out the smaller enemies. Does that sound good, boys?”

She turned back to the pair of friends, expecting that they were paying attention to what Beep-O and her were talking about.

“Yep!”, they said in unison. Sounds easy enough! With Peaches by his side, it’ll go smoothly. He was sure of it. He was about to walk away with Peaches before Beep-O stopped them.

“Wait! Before you go, take this with you.”

Rayman squinted at him, “Take wha- AAAAA?!?”

A smaller, haphazardly thrown together robot materialized next to his head, the buzzing sound it made startling him. Peaches was also freaked out by its presence, standing in front of him protectively, glaring at it.

Peaches questioned, “Blech! Beep-O. What the heck is this thing?”

“It’s a floating camera drone silly! It’ll capture footage of you guys while I’m gone! Y’know, in case you guys do anything interesting in the fight.”

Rayman nodded, “Ah, okay.”. He poked the weird camera a few times, watching it teeter in the air.

Peaches turned away, signaling Rayman and the drone to follow. “Bye guys! Stay safe, m’kay? Promise to let us know if you need anything!”.

“We will!”, Rabbid Mario chimed in as he waved goodbye to his friends. Rayman waved back to them. Rushing off to join Peaches as she walked away. The excitement of the battle ahead of him filled them both with delightful adrenaline.

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Enemies were scattered throughout the battlefield, trying to ambush the duo from all sides. Too bad for them. Looks like they’ll just have to come to them!!

“Now Ray!!!”, Rabbid Peach shouted out.

Rayman equipped his Vortex Costume Ability, summoning tornadoes to carry the enemies towards them. The turrets the thingamajig set up blasted brutally at them as they were trapped in the air.

The foes landed roughly on the ground as he dropped them. They looked weaker, angry, but not down yet. Peaches would be there to take them out!

He smiled when he heard her footsteps approaching him. She dashed into one, causing it to burst into dust. The blonde Rabbid stood protectively in front of her friend, summoning her spark, Zephyrquake. A battle hungry expression on her face in anticipation of what she had in store for these guys.

In an instant, windy shockwaves bashed at the enemies, exploding into dark sparkles at its very contact. Rayman’s hair blew back, unharmed by the gusts of wind. All he could do was stay fixated on his friend, admiration for her bloomed within his chest.

Once the wind died down, Rayman’s Vortex Costume faded away, leaving him back to his regular abilities. Peaches combed her hair back with her paws, giggling at how Zephyrquake floated proudly around her. Happy that they were able to defeat that many people at once. He chuckled lightly as he stared at her.

She moved to pat Rayman on the back, smiling up at him. “Great job Ray! The turrets were a smart move. I didn’t even have to shoot em this time!”.

He blushed at her compliment. “Heh! Thanks Peachy!”, he said softly.

He paused, he wanted to compliment her this time. “Y’know, you did really great too. We make a great team!”

The thingamajig reaches out his fist for a fist bump, she stares at it before giving him one. A touched expression on her face, before it turned coy.

She grabs Rayman’s cheek in a quick motion, pinching it playfully as she pulls his floating head into her chest. “Dawwww! Look at you getting all soft on me Ray!! So cute!”.

“Cute?!?!”, Rayman thought. She ruffled his hair as she held his head in her arms. He squeaked and blushed, feeling his face press against her chest. He pulled his head out of her grasp with his hands, adjusting it back to the top of his torso.

He huffed out a snort of fake annoyance, “Whatever! I was always soft on you Peaches~.”.

She gave him a disbelieving look, Rayman snorted at the goofy expression she had.

She chuckled, eyes squinting at him challengingly, “Pfft! Oh, you are such a liar! Bwahahaha!”.

Okay, he’ll let her have this. He gives up, just enjoying the sound of her laughter.

She wipes a tear away from the corner of her eye, “Heh! Thank you Ray. That was really nice to hear!”. She looked into his eyes, saying softly, “We really do make a good team, hm?”.

Rayman wanted to reply, but noticed the strange shake of the ground beneath them. A shiver of fear crept up his spine. Loud thuds of footsteps could be heard approaching them.

He could hear Peaches stepping back, loading her weapon once again. He turned around, and looked up.

Rayman’s blood ran cold.

It was a Wildclaw. A gargantuan Wildclaw. They weren’t in a safe spot to attack this thing!! Their only choice was to run and look for higher ground to lower its health.

The pair shared a knowing glance and ran together to the nearest pipe they could find. The beast charged towards them on all fours, skirting around each obstacle they tried to slow it down with. Even with all the turrets Rayman placed to put distance between them, it crunched them all under its paws while they shot at it. As if they didn’t even lay a scratch on its tough skin.

Adrenaline pumped throughout the thingamajig’s body. Making a beeline to the pipe, their only chance of making it out of this unharmed. Peaches made it, desperately waiting for her friend to join her. He could hear the rapid thumping of the monster’s paws against the ground behind him. Scratching against the dusty wooden floors.

Suddenly, he felt the world slip under him, falling to the ground. He scrambled as fast as he could to his feet, but it was too late it caught up to him. Standing tall over him, it’s horridly fearsome eyes staring him down.

He froze in shock. As much as he wanted to move, he was unable to. He couldn’t breathe. The beast swung downwards at Rayman.

Just then, he heard the panicked voice of Peaches, “Ray!! Watch out!!”.

He felt the rabbid push him away, taking his place. The thingamajig’s eyes widened. It felt like time slowed down, fear setting in at what would happen to her.

The giant Wildclaw swiped at his friend, sending her flying across the battlefield and-

CRACK

-Peaches smashed into the wall. The body of his beloved friend slumped onto the ground. It showed no sign of movement. No sounds of pain afterwards.

Nothing.

Oh, Polokus no…

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!

“PEACHES!!”, Rayman screamed out in terror. He sprung into action, attacking the beast with fervor. Blast after blast hit the monster. He was beyond angry at it. He was outraged. As if he was going to go mad with the fire he felt in his body.

Fear, pain, anger, sorrow hit him all at once. His mind whirled. His snout creased. Sharp teeth peeked out of his mouth as he grinded them together. His eyes wild with a feeling of hatred he hadn’t felt in a long time.

How dare he?!?!? HOW DARE HE HURT HER?!?!

As much as he ripped away at the enemy, it wasn’t enough. Rabbid Mario and Beep-O were nowhere near them. He was alone in this fight. With each hit the thingamajig landed the Wildclaw struck back harder.

It was weak, but he was weaker.

One blow in particular broke through his costume ability, slamming him into a barrier, knocking the wind out of him. His weapon sliding across the wooden floor. He was cornered, trapped. The beast towered over him.

He stared up at it. Its claw extended, revealing renewed sharp talons. He breathed out panicked breaths. This couldn’t be the end. It couldn’t!!! He needed to help Peaches!! He needed to save her!!!

The beast’s claws swiped down at him. The thingamajig flinched, preparing for the painful strike to reach him.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!!

The Wildclaw suddenly burst into black sparks, scattering in the air with vigor. On the other side of the sparks stood Rabbid Peach. Roughed up, but still alive.

Her wild blue eyes made contact with his own. She hauled her Triple Troll weapon over her shoulder, smoke emitting from the muzzle. Her ruffled hair swished out of her face, showing her shaky confident grin. She reached out her free hand to him.

“Hah… you- huff didn’t think I’d be beaten that easily, huh Ray?”

Relief pulled harshly at Rayman’s heart. More than he could take. He took her hand and collapsed into her arms. He wrapped his hands around her back, sobbing. He could hear brief the rattle of her weapon as she set it onto the ground.

The thingamajig felt around her, checking for any injuries. There weren’t any serious ones. Oh thank Polokus. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

He felt the Rabbid hugging him back tenderly, rubbing small circles into his back. His breathing steadied. She worked her magic to heal them both from their wounds. A soft, pink light illuminated them.

She asked him gently, whispering, “Are you okay? Did it hurt you?”.

He held her tighter, his hands drifting to her hair. Searching for something soft and comfortable to touch.

Rayman whispered shakily, “No, it’s that, I- hic- thought you were gone….”

It felt painful to speak, but he kept going through choked out sobs, “I heard that cracking noise and I thought you were in serious danger! I was so scared. I can’t imagine losing you Peaches…”

He sobbed, “I just can’t…”

Peaches hugged him closer. He nuzzled his face into her neck, trying to keep himself as close to her as he could. Tears dampened the Rabbid’s puffy sleeves. It was quiet for a while. All that could be heard was crying and ragged breaths.

Eventually, his cries softened, however, he still clung to her neck. He could feel his breath blowing back at him, bouncing off her skin. The Rabbid broke the silence, “Hey, you’ll never guess what that cracking noise was.”

Rayman sniffled, “What?”

“It was my phone.”

His face crinkled in dumbfounded amusement. A small grin forming on his face. The thingamajig snorted, before letting out tired laughter. “Oh there’s no way Peachy.”

“Yes there is Ray!”, her whispering broke the volume a little higher than she expected, immediately toning it down. “I’m sooooo mad about it Ray. This is the WORST.”, she whispered in sharp lighthearted annoyance.

Rayman let out more exhausted giggles, most of them muffling into her neck. His grip on her relaxed, hands drifting down her back. His feet flopped down to the side as he sat on the ground. Peaches’s paw traveled into his hair, smoothing out a strand that loosened during the battle. It felt really nice.

He sighed, his voice moved into a honeyed tone, “Oh this is the worst? How about that time I made you sing karaoke with me?”

Peaches chortled out laughing at the mention of the memory. He could feel her body bouncing with the action while lying on her shoulder. She covered her mouth with her paw to stifle them. He didn’t know why. Her laughter was the most wonderful melody he’d ever heard.

She leaned into him, embracing his body deeper, patting his back as she laughed. “Oh stop it Ray! It was funnnn~. You had a good time! Don’t try to deny it.”

“Hmmn. I sure did.” he sighed into her neck, enjoying the flow of her hair when he puffed out air onto it. It was so beautiful. She…was so beautiful.

The adrenaline of battle was gone now, but he noticed his heart still raced. He could hear his friend’s heartbeat, loud and quick. Just like his. A strange, unfamiliar feeling hit him at that revelation, but he couldn’t figure out what.

All he knew was that he was about to do something reckless.

He picked up his head from her shoulder, staring behind Rabbid Peach momentarily, catching a glimpse of the camera robot floating around them. She seemed to take notice too, sharing a look of acknowledgment at her friend.

They still had a scene to film, even if an accident had occurred during it. And after going through all that, the two were determined to nail it. They felt closer to each other now than ever before. Held each other more intimately than they’d ever had. He wanted this, but-

First, he needed to check if she was up for it.

He taps his friend’s side, Peaches’s breath hitched at the realization of what it meant. His heart raced at the sound. Was she nervous? He’s never really seen her like that before. It made him feel prickles of anxiety too.

All that was shaken away when Peaches cupped her paw to Rayman’s cheek. Eyes lidded with confident desire. He shuddered at the contact. She twitched her ears, confirming she was comfortable. She gave him a look, silently signaling him to let her take the lead. He was more than happy to let her.

Her face inched carefully towards his. He wondered if she was trying to figure out how to get around his snout. He closed his eyes, trusting her guide him.

And then he felt her lips press against his.

He melted into the kiss. Her lips were so very soft, like he imagined. The strawberry scent of her shampoo made him feel oh so dizzy with warmth. Once again he felt as if lums were flying about in the pit of his stomach. He could feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat against hers. An almost synchronized rhythm.

His mind felt hazy after he tasted their shared breath within the kiss. Her lips still had the taste of chocolate from earlier, and he couldn’t get enough of it. It was like they had both secretly wanted this for a long time, but never thought about it before.

Or found a moment to act on it, at least.

Her paw pulled his head in, deepening the kiss, and he was more than eager to lean into it. He took it a step further, sliding his hands up her back, to her neck, to cradling the back of her head, weaving his fingers through her silky golden hair. He kissed her back passionately, trying to match her movements to the best of his ability.

Peaches fought him back on this, almost like she was competing with him. To them, this was another competition, and they were both in it to win.

It was incredible how she drew him in. That fire in her. Her drive, her strength, her compassion, her humor, her smugness, her warmth! He couldn’t get enough of it. He was enchanted with her. Under her spell- and glad to be! Hopelessly devoted to her kisses. To the way she made him feel.

Eventually, she pulled away, a faint strand of saliva connecting their lips before it dissipated. They shared heavy breaths, feeling the warmth of them on each other's faces. Rabbid Peach pressed her forehead against Rayman’s. Her hair tickling him. They stared into eachother’s eyes, both hazy with desire. It was over.

Rayman cuddled his face into the Rabbid’s neck once more, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. His first kiss…and it was with his best friend. How funny was that? How lovely it was. He was so lucky. He felt all warm and fuzzy inside at the thought.

He twirled her hair with his fingers, wrapping strands around each digit with ease. Like he did with his own earlier that day. This felt much better. His friend returned the gesture, playing with his hair, a small giggle slipping out of her mouth. She hummed as she played with his hair, the pretty noise making his heart ache once again.

He wanted more. Was that so bad? They could always use another take right? Surely it would help Beep-O to have a variety of takes. The thingamajig certainly wouldn’t mind filming another. Maybe a few more after that. It was the least they could do. Right?

His hand moved to tap her side again but was interrupted by footsteps approaching them.

Rabbid Mario broke through the barrier separating the group from one another. A look of pure relief cast onto his face. His eyes watering with joy at seeing his friends okay. Beep-O flew past him, making a beeline towards Peaches. Distress was clear on his face, she let go of Rayman to catch him in her arms. The thingamajig, still leaning on her, moved to the side to make room for his robot friend.

He could hear the unmuffled cries of his friend Beep-O as he nuzzled into Rabbid Peach’s chest. He blubbered, “I heard your life detection monitors reaching critical levels! Oh Rosalina, thank goodness you two are okay!! Hic! Peachy, you- you scared me!!”.

Peaches sniffled, distraught at seeing her friend this worried for her, “I’m alright Beep-O! We protected each other pretty well! Looks like you’ll have some good scenes for your movie, huh?”. She attempted the remark to lighten the mood, but Rayman was unsure if it worked or made Beep-O feel worse. He hoped it wasn’t the latter. Their robot friend pushed himself further into Rabbid Peach’s grasp, continuing to sob. The three stayed quiet for a bit, only trying to comfort each other.

Rabbid Mario joined the group, he collapsed into his friends, trying to hug them all as tightly as he could. As if he was worried that if he let go, they’d vanish. He sobbed loudly, his tears wetting Rayman’s hoodie. He rubbed small circles into the mustachioed Rabbid’s back just like Peaches did to him. They all stayed there for a moment.

Rayman was glad to have such great friends in his life. He hadn’t felt connections like this in a long time, ever since he left the Glade. He pulled them all close, his head drifted to lay on top of Rabbid Peach’s. His chin nuzzled comfortably into her hair.

The battle was over, and yet the group stayed. Grounding themselves with their company. They needed this. Battles had always gone smoothly for them, never like this. It was scary. Today was a close call, and they’d never let it happen again. No matter what.

Darkmess dripped from the void of the sky above them. It was time to leave. They gathered themselves and watched as the pocket dimension they were in fell and crumbled around them. Rayman’s hand moved to wrap around Rabbid Peach’s paw. Holding it securely. He could never get used to this feeling like his friends were. He closed his eyes, and the unpleasant vertigo hit him.

In an instant, they were transported back to the soft, familiar carpet of the studio once more, the harsh ceiling lights beaming down on them. The filming crew congratulated them and checked them over for any injuries left unhealed. As much as they tried to appreciate their enthusiasm, they were all exhausted. All Rayman needed right now was just to go home, watch a movie, and fall into his bed.

Just as the group was about to leave the studio, Peaches stopped in her tracks. Rayman noticed, stopping his stride as his friends walked ahead.

He gestures toward her, beckoning her to come with him, concern on his face. “Peachy? You coming with? It’s going to get all rainy outside any moment now.”

She looks away from him, causing Rayman’s heart to ache with worry. Did he mess things up?

The Rabbid fakes a smile, trying to put on a quick cheery mask. She points a thumb back to the studio, her posture taking a shy expression.

She stammers out, “I just forgot something in the dressing room. You guys can go ahead! I wouldn’t want you guys to get soaked waiting on me, y’know?”

The thingamajig raises an eyebrow, saying, “I can wait for you! I wouldn’t want you walking home by yourself. It’s dark out and your phone is broken. What if something happens?”

Peaches paused, unsure of what to say, “Okay. Just stay right here. I’ll be back in a bit!”

“M’kay!”, he responded, waiting by the entrance. He watched as his pretty Rabbid friend walked down the hallway until she was out of sight.

Once she left, he leaned against the doorway. Egads! He hopes he didn’t mess things up between them. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing their friendship.

He pinched in between his eyebrows with his fingers. He shook away the thought. No. That’s impossible Ray. Don’t think about that. It wouldn’t happen. Plus, she wouldn’t want him feeling like this. She cares about him too much to let it happen, and so does he.

He sighed dreamily, thinking about the moment he and Rabbid Peach shared in the dressing room earlier today. She is so kind. Strong. Gentle. Just a few hours ago, even though she was the one who got injured by the Wildclaw, her priority was to save and comfort him. She was his hero, today as well as all other days. Every day she inspired him to improve himself.

And he loved that about her.

…

He felt his heart race at the stray thought that invaded his mind, his face flushing a hot red.

Wait. Egads!!! Love?!?! Don’t be ridiculous Rayman.! He meant it in a friendly way!! A best friend way! Yes, that. Nothing more!!

His self conscious prodded at him further, “You have plenty of other friendships. So why is this one different? Why do you feel such strange feelings when she’s around?”

He had no answer, so he decided to take his mind off it. He turned to watch the rain pour outside the window of the door. The raindrops tapped loudly on the glass, and he tried to focus on the sound, to drown out his thoughts.

…

But his mind always drifted back to Rabbid Peach, setting his heart aflame once again.

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Author’s Afterword:

Thank you all for reading! This fanfic was so incredible to work on, and I’m blessed to have people out there that enjoy my content. It means the world to me, so thank you!

I’ll be releasing an epilogue in Rabbid Peach’s POV for her reaction to the events of this day on set. Look forward to it!! I also plan on making little notes of how I interpret and write these characters for fun! Let me know if you guys would be interested in that, or more.

…and maybe a sequel project in mind that involves input from you guys!

AKA you guys interviewing the characters by asking them questions about the film, their experiences on set, and so on. Fun stuff ahead!!

Welp! That’s it for now. I need to take a break, this was way too long BAHAHAHA! Have a great day everyone!! And please take care!! 💖🧡:D

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[smol-bean-boi13]

What if I told you I was mentally ill abt these two

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[self-indulgent-fuckery]

Imagine your f/o sitting on your lap, your back pressed against the wall/backrest/etc as they clasp onto your face and make out with you.

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[bloodskipper]

Bo Sinclair x reader | Hell or High Water | Pt. 18

CONTENT WARNINGS: kissing/making out, sexuality, cigarette smoking

Sneaking in and out of Bo’s room became your new favorite pastime. 

In-between your daily boring duties, you and Bo would tacitly grab each other’s attention with a wink or a smile or quite deliberately brushing past one another’s hips on your way to separate destinations (he’d always turn to watch your ass as you left). Sooner or later, you knew you two would end up in an empty house, Bo’s bedroom door cracked open, a mix of sweat and hands and breath enveloping you.

Bo’s fingers were forever stained with motor oil, but it never mattered, especially when he was frantically unbuttoning his shirt, his lips still focused on yours. Pinning you against the wall with one hand while the other crept inside your shirt, your back arching in response. A devious smile would spread across his face while he ran his tongue along his lips.

“I know what you need, baby…” 

Before you knew it, your clothes were scattered on the ground, you and Bo gripping each other in a frenzy. Pleasing you seemed like second nature to him as he knew when and where to lay on the pressure or barely graze your skin. 

Keeping your secret wasn’t difficult, but you played the part well.

One particular evening, you were washing dishes in the kitchen sink when a pair of arms snaked around your waist, grabbing you tightly.

“Hey, pretty thing,” Bo whispered, his warm lips quickly moving down to kiss your neck.

You grinned and wriggled from his grip. “Be careful! What if-”

“Y/N!” Lester called as he plodded in, work boots leaving a trail of mud through the front of the house.

Turning with a wince, you whined, “Man, I just mopped!”

“That’s why I was calling your name, honey-bun.”

He nodded his chin toward the mop bucket and slipped out of his shoes over to you and Bo.

“What do we got goin’ on here?” Lester’s eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean!?” shot out of your mouth.

Bo slid a toothpick in between his teeth and cooly leaned against the counter. “Ah, I was just tellin’ Y/N a little bit about cars, in case we ever want ‘em to fix up the truck.”  

“Hmm,” Lester breathed. “Well it just so happens a headlight’s out. Ya get that far yet?”

“No, sir,” you chuckled, turning back to dry a plate.

Lester slapped his knee and hollered, “Hoo-wee! Now that’s what I like to hear. I always like an open mind.” He peered out the window and turned to you.

“Looks like we got a little bit of daylight left. I can take ya out front and give ya a pointer or two, just you n’ me.” He batted his eyelashes and shrugged cutely.

You dried your hands, shooting Bo a questioning glance; he replicated your look and shrugged.

“Sure, why not.”

Lester grabbed two beers out of the fridge, handing one to you and leading you out of the house. He popped the hood and got out a flashlight.

“Here, hold this,” he instructed.

You snorted. “Tch, you sound like a dad.” 

“Just do it.”

He reached inside to disassemble the necessary components, explaining every step in excruciating detail.

“... so here’s the bulb. See? The filament’s busted. It ain’t good… Y/N, are you listening?”

“Yep, got it.” You swore you had just fallen asleep standing up.

Lester sighed. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Say, did you finish your beer?”

A few drops of liquid swished around in the bottom of your bottle. “Yeah, almost.”

“Need another?”

Red flag: why was Lester being nice to you?

“No… I’m good.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. “Okay, well… if ya ever wanna learn more about cars, ya know my number.” He nodded with an earnest smile before heading back in.

Your head swam for a moment as you looked back at the truck’s hood, Lester’s tone uncomfortably mixing with the sight of the oily machinery. The sound of a lighter flaring caught your attention.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Bo took a drag off his cigarette and kissed your cheek from behind. Crickets chirping and Bo’s presence always made nights feel extra-special.

“Learn anything?”

With a confused expression, your eyes darted around the machinery within the front of the truck.

“Uh… no. Not really.”

Bo scoffed. “Yeah, Lester’s never really been much of a teacher.”

“Then I guess I’m just stuck learning from you.” You scrunched your nose at Bo playfully. A cigarette between his lips, he pulled you into a sweet hug around your waist.

“That’s right, honey. Me, and only me.”

The inflection on his last sentence melted you deeper into Bo’s chest. He never missed a chance to rouse you, whether it be with his words or his touch. 

“Should we… head up to your room?” you whispered against his neck.

Stomping out his cigarette, he looked at you with a smirk. “A little eager, ain’t we?” He chuckled and gave your hip a squeeze. “No. I got a better idea.”

Your hand soon found its way in Bo’s, and he led you down the driveway into the middle of Ambrose. The power was off in the town for the night, making the sky’s dark background pop against the glimmer of stars. Your pace gradually slowed until you were at a full stop, gazing in awe at the beautiful sky above.

“Wow,” was all you could quietly say.

Bo stayed silent, draping an arm over your shoulders, lightly tracing circles on your arm with his thumb. Pulling you close, he rested his lips on your head to pepper in a few tender kisses.

“Mmm, it’s nice to see this… with somebody else.”

The humid summers of Louisiana were emphatic with nature, the chirping of frogs and crickets blending into the buzz of cicada wings. Bo surprised you with a spin and a dip, softly whistling “Southern Nights” by Glenn Campbell. Time in Bo’s arms was always perfectly spent; the energy that radiated from him during your secluded moments filled the space around you with nothing but comforting bliss.

With another glance up at the sky, he turned back to you. “It’s gorgeous, but it ain’t got nothin’ on you.” You laughed as he started burying kisses into the curve of your neck, pulling your hips closer to his. 

“Now who’s eager?” you giggled. “We’re in the middle of town. How obvious is that?”

“Just a liiiittle longer, honey pie...”

Bo eased you backwards onto the front door of the mechanic’s shop, its darkness especially enticing, considering that’s where you had first met one another. His lips met yours in a sugary kiss laced with more desire than you bargained for. One of his hands pinned you against the door while the other found its way to your lower back, over the stretch of your hips. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as they rolled further back into your head, your tongues circling the other’s. Bo slowly licked the inside of your lips and looked at you.

“I can’t get enough of you.” 

He ran a hand through his hair and stared at you.

“Darlin’, I don’t know what I was doin’ here without you all this time.”

You grinned and planted a kiss on his jawline. “You don’t have to know.”

He returned your smile and went right back to work, his touch encouraging chills across your body. It was impossible not to let your hands wander around Bo with sweat dampening his work shirt and hair.

With a swift reach for his keys, Bo unlocked the shop’s front door and led you inside. Bright moonbeams glowed through the back windows, barely illuminating the outline of the room’s fixtures. Obviously Bo knew every step in and out of that shop as he insisted you up against the front counter.

“Maybe we can finally finish what we started back at the House the other night.” Eyes softening, he brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

Truck lights briefly flooded the shop through its large front windows, causing you and Bo to freeze in your tracks.

Bo haphazardly shoved his shirt back into his jeans before smoothing down his hair in the process of meeting his brother outside.

“Hey man, what’s goin’ on with you?” Bo shakily called out to him. Lester’s expression was painfully cloudy.

Bo watched him as he stepped out of the truck and slammed the driver door. 

“There you are!” Lester’s voice held the slightest tinge of annoyance. 

Clearing his throat, Bo took a few steps toward him. “Where else would I be?”

Lester frowned, shrugging off his brother’s weak attempt at a joke.

“Listen, I need to talk to you about somethin’. It’s Y/N.”

-

Wow wow wow!!!! Lester is thinking up something... but where's old Vince in all this?

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