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triptuckers · 4 months

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switching teams - percy jackson

Request: yes! "Hi there! Could I request an enemies to lovers! trope, where the reader is part of the ares halfgods." Pairing: Percy Jackson x ares!reader Summary: percy should know better than to try and fight an ares kid Warnings: a lot of swearing lol, fighting, mentions of blood & injuries Word count: 1.9K A/N: can't wait to see more of dior as clarisse in the show she's such a good actress. thanks for your request, enjoy!

ever since percy got to camp a couple of years ago he's had it out for you. you don't know why, but naturally you decided to respond with the same energy.

he wants to test the ares kid's patience? fine by you.

for some reason he's always arguing with you and you're all to happy to argue back. somehow he knew exactly which buttons to press, how to get on your nerves.

there's always tension between the two of you, which reaches a high during war games like capture the flag. this time is no different.

you're part of team red, following clarisse's lead. percy is on the blue team.

not that it matters, your team is unbeatable. you're proud of your cabin for coming up with the best strategies. you and clarisse always draw up new battle plans, surprising the blue team whenever they think they cracked your plan.

and today you're going to win again. you know it.

you've been walking through your part of the forest, getting rid of any kids of the blue team you run into.

after a while, you think they've all said to each other to avoid certain parts of the wood, given that you don't see anyone for a while.

then you hear talking in the distance. smiling, you grip your sword tighter and creep closer to them.

'let's move, c'mon, these are y/n's parts of the woods.' says one of the kids. you recognise him as someone from the hermes cabin.

'right about that.' you say, jumping over a fallen log and blocking their path.

all three kids widen their eyes and you quickly count their weapons and cabins. two from the hermes cabin and one from athena. a combined total of three swords and a spear. you'll need to take out the athena kid first, they might be able to analyse your fighting style if you're not fast enough.

'I told you!' says one of the hermes kids as you charge them.

you were right, you can tell by the way the athena kid's eyes follow your movements they're trying to analyse your moves. but you catch them off guard and give them a hard shove after kicking one of their legs to the ground.

you make quick work of the hermes kids just in time for your team to run past, carrying the blue flag. you grin at sherman when he runs past with the flag.

'you know what to do!' he says with a wink.

you nod and take off. you're the best sprinter and best swordsman of your cabin.

the plan was simple. once your team got the flag, they would run through your favorite parts of the woods. you would hear them, join them and then run ahead of them, getting rid of any blue team kids in your way and clearing the path for your team.

so that's exactly what you do.

you run to the river, getting rid of any blue team kids you see.

when you see the river in the distance you can't help but to feel a sense of pride. you won again.

but before you can reach the river, something hard knocks you on your back.

before you can get up, someone appears above you, pointing his sword at you and smiling. it's percy. this fucking kid.

you lash out with your sword but percy is quick to block your blow.

'got ya!' he says.

'no you don't.' you say.

he may be pointing a sword at you, but you're not defenceless. with one swift motion, you kick percy's legs, sending him to the ground.

you're quicker, rolling over and pinning his hands to his side. there's no room for him to kick you with his legs.

percy's fighting to get his sword but this time you're stronger. this time, you smile.

'you need to be quicker.' you say. 'and you need to understand we will always win capture the flag.'

'we can still win.' percy argues.

'no, you can't.' you say. 'you're the strongest swordsman on your team. and I've got you pinned to the ground.

'so you admit I'm a stronger swordsman than you!' says percy.

'I said on your team.' you say.

you look up when you hear people cheering in the distance. your team has reached the river, with the blue flag.

'looks like we win again.' you say.

percy looks annoyed. 'get off me, the game is over.'

'say please.'

'fuck off.'

'say please and I'll get up.'

percy rolls his eyes and sighs. 'please, y/n, will you get off me?'

'because you asked nicely.' you say, pushing up off the ground, making sure to accidentally put your weight on percy's legs.

without looking at him again, you take off to celebrate the win with your team.

the next time you're playing capture the flag is three weeks later. you're excited to keep your winning streak going.

just as you've finished putting on your armour and checking all of your weapons, you see percy putting on a chest plate with a red mark on it.

'hey!' you say, getting his attention. 'you're not on our team.'

'yes I am.' he says. 'I already talked it over with clarisse.

'no the fuck you didn't.' you say.

'y/n!'

you look over your shoulder and see clarisse looking at you. she's your best friend, you always train together and she's a great team captain. but this?

'he's on our team.' she says.

'why?'

'because you two are the best swordsmen at camp. it's the logical choice for capture the flag. work together.'

'I will not-'

'not up for discussion. he's on our team, deal with it.'

you turn to percy, walking up to him and giving him a look of pure malice. 'just because you're on our team does not mean I won't hesitate to fight you.' you say.

'no maiming. no killing. especially not your own team members. those are the rules.' says percy.

'I don't care.' you say. 'don't get in my way.'

you hear percy mumble 'fucking ares kids' as you walk away to get into position before the game starts.

as soon as the starting signal sounds, you head to your favorite spot in the woods. there were always some blue kids who thought they could get lucky, but they always run into you.

you're waiting there, your eyes on the path, when you suddenly hear footsteps behind you.

you're just in time to turn around and block the other person's blow.

'you!' you say as you recognise the eyes looking into yours.

'me.' says percy.

'I'm on your fucking team you idiot!'

'I recall you saying it didn't matter.'

'piss off!'

'no.'

percy takes on a fighting stance. he better be fucking kidding. he wants to fight? fine. you can give him that.

'I want to teach you how to become better.' he says.

'at what?'

'sword fighting.'

that's it. it's one thing to attack you from behind. another to tell you he wants to teach you how to be better.

percy knows it's bad fucking luck to claim he's better at fighting than an ares kid. but you've got a tell, and it will get you killed some day.

'you have a tell. let me teach you how to avoid it.'

the nerve he has.

with two quick strides you're in front of him, bringing your sword down on him with all of your strength.

percy blocks it, but his arms are straining underneath the weight of your blow. you really are good.

he swings his sword to your left side but you jump aside and aim the next blow at his legs. he jumps over your sword and kicks you out of the way.

you spin around and attempt to drive your sword through the exposed part of his arm. percy gets out of the way, but only barely.

'you're using your father's strength to guide you.' he says, grunting in between blows of your swords hitting each other.

you don't respond, choosing to save your strength and focus on trying to hit him.

'you're faster than me. you could win.' he says.

fuck him. you are going to win. how dare he question you like this? how dare he question your fighting skills?

you take a step forward, ready to end this fight. but percy kicks your leg out of the way and pushes you, sending you backward.

'you step before you strike.' says percy. 'with your right foot.'

what the fuck?

'I have to give it to you, it took me a while to realise it.'

'been watching me, have you?'

you start to circle him, looking for an opening to strike.

'yes. now start avoiding the step before you strike.'

'I don't need a poseidon kid to teach me how to fight. you're doing this to distract me.'

'is it so hard to believe I actually want to help you? clarisse is right, we'd make a good team. you're almost as good as I am.'

'I can never be a team with someone who insults me to my face.'

'right. never claim to be a better fighter than an ares kid. noted.'

you race forward and strike percy, hoping he doesn't expect it.

he does. he easily blocks your attack.

you're furious. no one is better than you. certainly not percy.

you let your rage take over, going in for another attack, subconsciously taking one step before striking. percy kicks your foot.

you're breathing heavily. he wants to teach you? fine. you keep your footing in place as you strike, catching him off guard.

percy is too surprised and is too late to block your blow. you slice through his upper arm. it's not a very deep cut but it still bleeds. you smile as you see the blood start to slowly trickle down his arm.

you strike again, but only nearly hitting him. you can teach him as well. for instance, his weak point is his legs. you sweep them out from under him. percy falls to the ground as you point your sword to him.

'you're beaten.' you say.

'and you listened to me.' he says.

you hate to admit it, but he did have a point. once you focused on not taking a step before striking, you were able to beat him.

you reach out with your other hand.

percy is eyeing your hand suspiciously.

'I'm pulling you up.' you say. 'the fight is over. I won. I'm not striking an unarmed, beaten opponent.'

percy takes your hand and allows you to pull him to his feet.

'thought you didn't like me.' he says.

'I never said that. you annoy me. but ares kids respect good fighters. you're a good swordsman. and you were right. I have a tell.' you say.

'did you just admit to liking me?' says percy, smiling.

'I also said you're annoying.'

'but you like me.'

'doesn't make you less annoying. now come on, we have a flag to capture.'

the two of you take off to rejoin your team. during the fight, something had changed between the two of you. if percy could point out a flaw you didn't know you had, you're curious to see what else he knows about you that you don't know about yourself.

maybe it's a good thing he convinced clarisse to let him join your team.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

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sleepytime-fics · 8 months

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omg a real sleepytime fics post?!

okay but anywayz, sorry ive been gone all summer (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

BUT i DO have a draft for the next chapter for WYDDGA

im having lots of trouble finding ideas on how to continue it (it's for the episode Donnie's Gifts)

SO sorry to have to ask for help but if anyone has any ideas on how to continue this, ill be very grateful (and i WILL credit y'all for your help if i go with any of yalls ideas)

Draft is under the cut :))

Often times you found yourself wondering what life would be like if you hadn’t ended up in this strange cartoon world. Would you be hanging out with your friends right now? Sneaking out and racing across the town? Or would you be in your home, safe and sound as you cozied up in your bed? This time was no exception, as you battled mutated silverfish over your, supposedly delicious, laundry.

“Let go, you gross, dog-sized excuse of a clothes moth!” You huffed as you engaged in the world’s worst game of tug-of-war against the silverfish for the ultimate prize; your freshly cleaned laundry. The silverfish hissed in response, allowing you to kick it in the face. Unfortunately for you, you had forgotten that they multiply with each and every hit, so now you had two mutant silverfish. How great. You sighed, quickly packing the rest of your laundry in your basket before they had a chance to get a taste of the rest of your things. Rushing out of the laundromat with the silverfish nipping at your feet, you quickly made your way to Parker’s apartment.

When you finally did make it to the apartment, you were already tired. A long day of doing laundry, fighting off the mutant silverfish, and literally nothing else was just too much to bear.

…okay so you were being lazy but honestly, who could blame you? Every single day here was like a free lazy day, and it's not like you weren't going to take advantage of that. The stress of life back home was completely gone, and you had many years of relaxation to catch up on. You were in lazy debt!

But now that you were thinking about it… you did feel kinda bad that you were just lazing around the apartment doing nothing. It almost felt like you were mooching off of Parker and- nevermind guilt gone. You collapsed onto the couch, smiling to yourself as you relaxed into the fabric.

“Back home already?” Dale’s voice pulled you out of your relaxation. You turned your head, seeing Dale’s bald head peering out of his bedroom. You sighed, but nodded as you sat up on the couch. It's not like you didn’t like him, he was nice! He’s just- very awkward. Very, very awkward. So much that it hurt whenever the two of you talked to someone together.

“Yeah… not much to do, ya’know?” You said half heartedly as you shrugged your shoulders. You weren’t in the mood for talking. Dale perked up at this. Great, guess you’re socializing after all.

“Well… do you wanna, maybe, hang out..?” Dale asked, creeping out of his bedroom some more. “There’s this new ga-”

“Nope, sorry! Just remembered I… left something! In the Laundromat! Sorrygottagobye-!” You exclaimed, quickly rushing out the front door again to avoid doing something with Dale. Wow, that sounds a lot more mean now that you think about it. But it’s too late now, so you shrug as you make your way down the stairs, in case Dale was still somehow watching you leave.

Well… guess you’re doing this now. You stretched your arms as you made your way down the steps. Maybe you could take a walk through central park? The weather was nice enough, but to be fair it was always nice. But what if Dale was watching out the window…? But then again, he didn't seem like the kind of guy to do that.

Opening the door leading to the alleyway, you couldn't help but feel just a little bad for the guy. It's not like he could help how awkward he is! But... That didn't mean you wanted to deal with it.

#rottmnt x reader #draft #wip #sleepys rambles #sleepytime fics

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savameh · 3 months

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OC Profile: Tabok Melor

Name: Ensign Tabok Melor

Species: Cardassian

Age: 23-24

Gender: Cisgender male

Sexuality: Demiromantic demisexual

Appearance: He’s about 5’10 in height and of relatively normal build for a Cardassian male, with broad shoulders and a long neck, if not on the slim side. His hair is black and neck-length, like most Cardassian males, however his is more messy and he usually wears his hair in a half ponytail. He has green eyes.

Backstory: Tabok was born to the Melor family on Cardassia Prime in 2367. His father, Gul Melor, was in the Cardassian military, while his mother, Ikiss, stayed at home with Tabok and his older brother, Naltak. In 2375, when Tabok was eight years old, the Dominion destroyed Cardassia Prime and tried to commit genocide against the Cardassians, leading to the deaths of Ikiss and Naltak and leaving Tabok all alone in the smoldering ruins, an event which I detail in my fic Red Hills and Bones.

Gul Melor is presumed dead for a few years, and Tabok lives in an orphanage. He befriends Molly O’Brien (in some of the post-canon novels the O’Briens live on Cardassia Prime for a while after the war), who introduces him to Federation ways of thinking and Chief O’Brien, who Tabok thinks is the coolest guy ever.

Somehow, Gul Melor returned Eventually, Gul Melor returns when Tabok was a teenager, and Tabok lives with him again. Gul Melor is extremely disappointed in the person Tabok has become and attempts to discipline him and turn him into a more classic Cardassian by giving him a strict physical and mental regime, much to Tabok’s displeasure. However, he maintains contact with Molly and the O’Briens, who try to help Tabok the best they can but Tabok begs them not to confront his father out of fear of strict punishment.

When he’s old enough, Tabok applies to Starfleet Academy in order to escape his father, with Chief O’Brien as his sponsor. He gets in, becoming the first ever Cardassian to join Starfleet. At the Academy, he meets Milrune Marshall and they quickly hit it off. They graduate together in 2389 and are assigned the same ship, the USS Indianapolis, led by Captain Harry Kim.

Personality: Tabok is kind, intelligent, and curious, described as a “sensitive soul” back on Cardassia Prime. He also is rather shy and keeps to himself, especially around people he doesn’t know that well, due to him recognizing others’ feelings towards his species and not wanting to make others feel uncomfortable around him. Once he opens up to you, though, he is a very loyal and caring friend who would do anything for you. He has lots of underlying trauma from his past and fear of getting kicked out of Starfleet and sent back to Cardassia, but he hides it, and he can hide it until it all comes bursting out in the form of a panic attack (and he hides these panic attacks well. Not even Milrune knows about them.)

Hobbies/Interests: Puzzles, board games, science, anything lemon-flavored, especially lemonade

Special abilities: None

#savamehs ocs #OC profile #Star Trek #Star Trek oc #Tabok melor #oc #original character #cardassians

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whumpster-fire · 1 year

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Further Hot Bartimaeus Sequence Takes: Jabor Edition

1: Jabor enjoying killing humans is problematic and quite rude, but ykw if I think about it, it's kind of hard to blame him, because he's uhh... not so philosophically gifted as Bartimaeus and may not have really understood how commoners had no power whatsoever. It may well have taken a good thousand years or so before he found out that there were non-magician humans, that summoning spirits wasn't just a thing all humans could do and commoners were just too weak to summon anything strong. And then only because someone told him. 2: Faquarl and Bartimaeus started out as genuine friends. They weren't foolish enough to refuse their masters' commands when they were pitted against each other, but they were close enough that no amount of knowing it wasn't personal made it not feel like a betrayal when they were pitted against each other, repeatedly. And also because they are both incredibly good at being completely insufferable to their enemies, and there were probably incidents where both of them tried to accomplish their mission without killing each other, leading to some very clever and creative means of incapacitation that were extremely painful/annoying. And the seed of hurt and spite grew, and grew, and grew. On the other hand, Bartimaeus and Jabor clashed a few times in the very early days, but didn't give each other much thought. No, what made them hate each other was being forced to work together. Bartimaeus does not suffer fools gladly, and he gladly makes fools suffer.

From Bartimaeus's perspective, he was living through an Ancient Egyptian version of Pinky and the Brain, if Pinky was also short-tempered, prone to violence, and capable of crashing through walls and blowing up buildings. Working with an oaf who had to have his subtle yet elegant plans explained to him repeatedly and still fucked them up roused Bartimaeus to fury.

From Jabor's perspective, Bartimaeus was an insufferable control-freak who tried to order him around despite having no authority to do so / being a lower-level djinni, and who went out of his way to avoid the simplest / most effective / most fun solutions to problems (i.e. If Violence Isn't Effective, You're Not Using Enough Of It) because he was too lazy/cowardly to go into fights he should have been able to win and also had a compulsive need to show off how smart he was: as a result he came up with incomprehensible plans that he somehow expected anyone to be able to follow and then blamed everyone when they went wrong (say, if he just assumed it would be obvious who the enemy with vital information they needed to take alive was based on their outfit). Also, got overly upset about being occasionally hit by stray detonations.

And it's worth repeating: Bartimaeus does not suffer fools gladly, and he gladly makes fools suffer. Both parties did their best to take their frustration out at working together on each other, but the thing is Bartimaeus and Faquarl in an "overly aggressive prank war" are more or less evenly matched, whereas Jabor had no hope of keeping up with the games Barti was playing. And Bartimaeus didn't just fight dirty, he sabotaged Jabor or baited him into lashing out and destroying something important and got him into trouble with various masters or "advised" their shared master to give Jabor horrible tasks, then gloated.

From Bartimaeus's perspective it was fair play, no reason not to use the same tricks you'd use to get one over on a magician in a position of power over you to get one over on a fellow spirit who was more powerful, if you can't play the game sucks to suck lol.

From Jabor's perspective, if the power differential was the other way around he would have had no problem taking on a low-level afrit with a "no cannibalism or detonations" rule and getting his ass kicked, but being made to feel helpless by a weaker djinni who kept screwing him over in ways where he couldn't even fight back drove Jabor utterly insane with rage.

Basically Bartimaeus vs. Faquarl is Bugs Bunny vs. Daffy Duck, but Bartimaeus vs. Jabor is Bugs Bunny vs. Yosemite Sam.

3: It would've been hilarious if Bartimaeus had actually given Jabor the "friendly advice" about turning into a gnat to escape the rift, because there's like a 60% chance Jabor would have thought it was a trick because "smaller forms are weaker and slower and would get sucked in more easily." It would've been extra hilarious if he had done this fully expecting this to happen because he thought it would be amusing to go "Well, I tried to help. Alas, poor Jabor, if only you hadn't been a complete idiot," and then Jabor listened and Barti had to spend the remainder of the Ramuthra Incident cursing himself for trying to be clever, resulting in Jessica Whitwell's servant running interference (and also cursing out Bartimaeus) until Barti manages to taunt Jabor into shooting a detonation at him while he's standing directly in front of the now amulet-free Lovelace.

Then Jabor gets summoned again during Golem's Eye and is surprisingly civil because Bartimaeus saved his life and helped him kill his master who was going to sacrifice him. Bartimaeus insists a little too loudly to everyone present that he didn't do that on purpose, he was just trying to be disrespectful.

4: Jabor participating in Golem's Eye also has comedy potential because imagine if Jabor accidentally significantly delayed the Golem by blowing up the floor under it and collapsing it into a basement, and both Bartimaeus and Nathaniel are furious because (a) Barti thinks Jabor has finally, after 4000+ years, learned a tactic by ripping it off from him, and (b) Nathaniel has to congratulate Jabor's master when he secretly hates him for giving him PTSD flashbacks by summoning that motherfucker, but they can't say anything. What no one knows is actually Jabor just got so angry his detonations weren't working that he missed / shot at the floor because he wanted to destroy something. Jabor subsequently gets kicked off the Honorius job after fifteen minutes for causing excessive collateral damage.

#Bartimaeus Trilogy #Jabor #and his one brain cell

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 years

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anyway I'm thinking about Their Dark Designs again. yeah, the one where the Riddler did too much meth and now his spine's a question mark and he hasn't slept in three months. yeah, this is gonna be about the Riddler. keep scrolling.

anyway. the premise is basically like. x number of years ago Selina and Oswald and Eddie all sat down with a guy who was, basically, the fucking devil to come up with their Biggest Bestest Possible Bad Guy Ideas of All Time to, like, up their criminal game.

(the Joker also did this but the devil hated him and tried to kick him out and things got so bad that Oswald and Eddie ended up having to burn down the devil's house to hide the evidence so like. the moral here is that you don't bring the Joker to evil dinner parties.)

anyway the point is that they were supposed to push themselves to come up with something so dastardly and foolproof that they'd basically take over the city while Batman shit himself to death crying about it, and They Would Have Gotten Away With It, Too, if it weren't for, as noted, the Joker Fucking Up, so they just pinkie swore to never talk about it instead. all of this is the backstory.

anyway. the story in the present kicks off when Somebody starts doing the masterplans that nobody was ever supposed to find out about, and like. listen. Oswald's was supposed to end with him as the mayor (I LOVE when the Penguon is the mayor) and that doesn't pan out At All but his plan does unleash like five bugfuck crazy assassins on the city and that distracts Bruce pretty good, and Selina's plan actually goes pretty much flawlessly which is unfortunate for her because her plan was to Steal All Of Bruce Wayne's Fucking Money and Bruce is her boyfriend now (oops) but then fucking.

my fucking little guy. Eddie's master scheme was to like. I don't know. hijack the city's power grid and shut down chunks of it and make Batman solve a big crossword puzzle? and somehow at the end of this he'd be in charge of the GCPD? except what Actually Happens when he rolls out this plan (and I have to be clear - Eddie does this one himself, he's the only one who actually gets to do his own big boy evil plan) is that Bruce, who's already cranky 'cause he had to fight Deathstroke, just like. effortlessly solves every single clue that Eddie chucks at him, to the point that he starts anticipating what other answers are going to be without even??? having a physical representation of the damn crossword in front of him??? he's so tired. and he INSTANTLY clocks where Eddie is broadcasting is from, too, so he just rocks up and tranquilizes his ass with absolutely minimal effort because, again, the little freak Has Not Slept In Three Months.

and like maybe we can chalk some of this absolutely fucktacular failure up to the aforementioned meth or to the fact that the Joker was probably just using him as an additional nuisance. (the Joker is the one doing the masterplans btw fucking of course it's the Joker. this is the lead-up to Joker War, which is. mmmblrgh. it's pretty bad which sucks because Their Dark Designs kind of rips.) but jesus christ my man. my guy. this was the best you could do. you put this together at the top of your game before you did supermeth and became a question mark. and this was??? the best you could do???

also worth noting that at one point Riddleboy leaves behind a video for Bruce where he's holding his hand behind his hand to flash clues at the camera but he is, regrettably, nude the entire time, which means that Bruce definitely had a not insignificant view of the Riddler's pathetic ass. probably the only W Eddie gets in this entire story tbh.

#edward riddlehands

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loregoddess · 2 years

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Do you have any head canons for triangle strategy?

I have a small one that out of all House Wolffort, it’s Benedict who holds his liquor best. Erador tried to prove otherwise. He did not succeed.

Honestly that headcanon tracks, although Erador also gives me Olberic vibes when it comes to drinking so he's no lightweight either.

Aside from my age and height headcanons, let's see...I just sort of have a random assortment of headcanons with no clear organization, so I'll write a few out by character (also a few of these are based specifically in like, the post-golden route timeline; if you want the sad angsty post-any other route headcanons, I have a few of those too, but lets keep it light for now).

So we all know Serenoa is like, the wife guy who loves his wife so much, but I think he does the whole Maes Hughs thing as well, like I know photographs don't exist per se in this world, but he definitely carries around a little portrait of Frederica in a locket, and any kids eventually too, and shows them off any chance he gets. He is so excited to spend time with Frederica, like yes, he's a responsible lord first and won't skip out on important meetings and stuff, but he'll also book it home first chance he gets I'm sure.

Speaking of Frederica, she ends up making an excellent Lady Wolffort, and is able to handle the duties of managing the demense just as aptly as Serenoa is. The two make a fantastic team, and the people of Wolffort love them immensely.

Despite both being like, the rulers of their respective countries, I'd like to think Svarog sort of takes a vaguely surrogate dad approach to Roland at times, giving him bits of advice and helping him out, especially since Roland never got any proper like, king-training from his own dad, but also because Svarog radiates huge "do you need a dad, I will be your dad" energy with how doting he is on Frederica and how much he loved Dragan, and also taking Avlora in, and just, how gently he talks to Roland when they become allies on the golden route.

Benedict is a mess to deal with as a character in terms of figuring what's going on in his head, but given his ah, many issues, I don't think he ever really felt worthy or like, didn't feel like he deserved to be Anna's father, even though he took raising her very seriously. It isn't until Anna sits him down and talks about what she'd learned about her parents from Erador and like, really talks with Benedict about the subject, that he's able to allow himself to truly express how much he cares for her as a daughter and how proud he is of her. (If I had the time and energy to comb through all the in-game text to really get into the characters heads, I'd really want to write a fic following Anna's life, and also getting the resolution between her and Benedict hinted at in her second character story, I just, love Anna a whole lot and want to learn and know more about her life).

Geela gets to open that school of hers after the war, and by the time she's retiring it's a world-renowned academy. She still somehow ropes Hughette into teaching courses despite Hughette's role as head of the royal guard.

Erador and Hossabara aren't romantically involved, but after the war and reconstruction efforts they do develop something of a deep platonic bond.

Corentin invents refrigeration. Norzelia gets magical refrigerators before it gets fantasy automobiles or anything like that. His research into ice magic for non-war efforts leads to the invention of many other things, like fantasy air conditioning.

Once she learns Serenoa's her half-brother, Cordelia makes regular visits to the Wolffort demense to build that familial connection, but she also kicked Roland for taking so long to tell her.

Archibald and Groma get to actually talk and learn that each is the person the other was searching for, and eventually settle down together running a nice little tea shop. I am here for old people finding love and peace together.

Well...this got a bit longer than I intended, but suffice to say, I do have all sorts of weird little headcanons floating in my head at any given time.

#I don't even think this is all of them I just wrote what I could remember from glancing at the characters list #thanks for the question though I still love TS a lot even if I haven't been talking about it #(there is an incomplete draft on how Anna and Avlora are narrative mirrors I swear I'll finish it one day)#but anyhow it was good to talk some TS after so long!#alynnl #triangle strategy #I still don't have an ask tag

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fatesdeepdive · 1 year

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Entry 103: Hooks Left Hanging

Revelation Chapter 13: A Lost Peace

The gang arrives in Cyrkensia to find it absolutely destroyed, meaning we don’t get Azura dancing in this route. The party finds Kaden and Keaton, injured, and Sakura heals them. The furries explain that the town was destroyed by invisible soldiers. Takumi somehow finds out that Xander and Ryoma are fighting each other, so the gang runs off to check it out. Also Kaden and Keaton join.

Xander and Ryoma both blame each other for destroying the city. Corrin explains that invisible enemies are destroying everything. The big brothers don’t listen, leading to a four-way battle. And by four-way battle, I mean three different armies that hate each other working together to kill Corrin.

This map allows you to pick up boxes and use them to create chokepoints, which is good because the enemies kicked my ass. Fighting the princes is fortunately optional. Ryoma's retainers can fight him and he calls them traitors for joining Corrin, because he's too much of a dick to listen to trusted advisors. Glad he's going to be in charge of a country. Actually, wait. Why don't Saizo and Kagero go back to Ryoma? They trust him way more than Corrin. Xander also has dialogue with Camilla, but ignoring Camilla is a sign of good leadership.

After defeating the Vallite soldiers, Azura chills everyone out by singing. We get foreshadowing of her song hurting her, which does not pay off in this route. Corrin tells Xander to meet them at the bridge during the Revelation exclusive day of flipped sides, but Xander says no because it could be a trap. Scarlet actually agrees to join, but says she and Ryoma have to go pick up Hinoka first.

Corrin asks Ryoma about the dragon they heard about and he recommends they go visit the Rainbow Sage. He also mentions, again, that the only people to ever visit the Rainbow Sage are Sumeragi, Garon, Xander, and an unnamed knight. The knight’s identity is never revealed in any part of Fire Emblem Fates. People have speculated that it could be Gunter, but he doesn’t say anything about meeting the Rainbow Sage, or perhaps Anankos, but he isn’t a knight and the timeline doesn’t really work for that. This game is dumb.

Support: Hinata/Selena

C: Selena tries to take a nap but Hinata wakes her up by being loud while training. Hinata challenges her to spar.

B: Hinata challenges Selena as she's about to go shopping. He says he wants to fight her specifically, because he can go all out because a few cuts in training aren't a big deal. Selena gets mad so Hinata offers to pay for her shopping.

A: Selena gives Hinata some medicine for sparring injuries. She acts tsundere.

S: Hinata asks what Selena thinks of him. She says he's a dumbass, but loyal. Hinata proposes.

Review: Mediocre.

Support: Elise/Takumi

C: Elise asks Takumi to play a chess with her. Takumi says he doesn't want to play stupid games with a Hoshidan.

B: Elise gives Takumi encyclopedias on Nohr. Takumi thinks it cool, but refuses to associate with Elise. He storms off.

A: Elise asks if Takumi wants to play games or read fairy tales. Takumi apologizes for shoving her, something he apparently did in the B rank. Elise gives him Nohrian sweets.

S: Elise invites Takumi to a tea party with her stuffed animals, reminding me that she is a small child who should not be a child solder. Or a pregnant child bride. Takumi says he likes Elise, but can't be with her because Nohr and Hoshido are at war. He doesn't understand how royal marriages work. Elise doesn't care. They get together.

Review: A pretty good Support, but one that could be better. Elise's innocence pushes Takumi to confront his anger, but the Support plays it a bit too much for comedy.

Support: Arthur/Kagero

C: Kagero asks Arthur to help her clean her studio. Arthur accidentally knocks a bucket of water on one of her paintings.

B: Kagero shows Arthur a wooden sculpture of a heart. Arthur bumps into Kagero, causing her to stab the statue.

A: A merchant buys the destroyed art because its amazing, thanks to Arthur's mistakes. Kagero asks Arthur to help her make more art.

S: Arthur asks Kagero to marry him, because she makes his bad luck possitive.

Review: Decently amusing, but nothing special.

Support: Azama/Effie

C: Effie is wounded in battle protecting Azama. Azama mocks her lack of self-preservation before begrudgingly healing her.

B: Effie is wounded again. Azama mocks her and says she would giver her life for an enemy. Effie says, maybe, if it would help Elise. She justifies this by saying Corrin deals strictly in black and white, which is wrong. She's explaining a morally grey situation, and also Corrin sometimes understands moral nuance.

A: Effie injures herself saving an enemy. Specifically, she is shot by dozens of arrows while shielding an abandoned child soldier. She isn't worried about this, because she knows Azama will save her.

S: Azama says he wants to protect Effie, because her selflessness is charming and he loves her.

Review: Effie is an amazing character.

#effie fire emblem #fire emblem fates #azura fire emblem #xander fe

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shoutaaizawas · 4 years

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↳ pro!hero bakugou katsuki x reader → heal

summary: you’re bakugou’s best friend and work partner and you’ve been in love with him for years. after his girlfriend cheats on him you’re left to pick up the pieces. tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst with a happy ending, very minor injury (blood), cheating (not by bakugou or reader), unrequited love (spoiler but not really) word count: 3,804 a/n: this was my first time writing any x reader. hope you guys enjoy it!

You loved Bakugou Katsuki. That was a fact that you had accepted a long time ago and you were now at peace with that. You had gone to school with him and once you both graduated you worked at the same agency. Your quirks were a good match so you had been working together ever since. When he started his own agency he took you with him.

The thing is, you never told Bakugou that you loved him. He was always so focused you assumed that he wouldn’t want a relationship and frankly despite all the things you had accomplished you were self-conscious and it was hard to think Bakugou would ever settle for someone like you.

A few years ago Bakugou started dating. You could still remember the hurt that burned in your chest as you tried to play it off and tease him like everything was normal. You spent most nights crying yourself to sleep a few weeks after that day.

She was a civilian, who in your opinion was very unlikable. You knew it was petty and you should be more mature but there was something about her that felt off. You figured it was your jealousy. You recalled the time she had ended up in some trouble, you had been able to pull her to safety only. Not only did she not thank you but she gave you an attitude. You figured she didn’t like you because you spent so much time with Bakugou in and out of work. You could understand that to some degree but it didn’t hurt to pretend to be nice.

It was so much easier loving Bakugou from a distance when he was single, you could tell yourself that he would never date anyone or marry them and that being his best friend was the most anyone would ever have. If you could talk to him, joke with him, look after him from his side as a friend you were content.

With him dating the dull ache of unrequited love turned into a dagger in her chest, burning pain only intensified by any movement. You wondered if you should try dating around. Maybe you could find someone who liked you that you could fall in love with and forget about Bakugou. You never got around to it, every time you seriously considered it you thought it’d be unfair to whoever you dated. They deserved someone who truly loved them, not someone trying to put a bandage on a broken heart.

Last week you had caught Bakugou red-handed, a small velvet box in his pocket. Your heart dropped, you thought you had hit rock bottom but it turns out you could always go deeper.

“Is that what I think it is?” You asked, trying to play it off as teasing. You prayed he couldn’t hear the crack in your voice.

“Shut up, it’s none of your business.” He growled back but you knew it was just because he was embarrassed.

“I’m surprised I never saw you as the marriage type.” You tried to say in a nonchalant tone.

“We’re getting old. We have to settle down eventually.” He said. The words stung, you knew he meant them aimed towards himself but you couldn’t help the bile that rose in your throat. I would have settled down with you but now I can’t look at another man without comparing everything about them to you. Who could ever come close to the Bakugou Katsuki.

“Bakugou we’re twenty-six, we just barely became adults if we’re being honest.” You joked.

“Well, I don’t want to be an old parent.” He said, eyes scanning the streets for any trouble. Your heart dropped a little more.

You wondered if you were strong enough to stand by and watch the love of your life get married and have children with another woman. You wondered how long it would be until you had to find an excuse to move away.

“I’m gonna head home since patrol is over.” You said trying to keep your voice steady.

“You aren’t going back to the agency?” He asked giving you an odd look, sensing something off. You knew each other too well.

“No, I have plans later I need to get home fast. I’ll get my paperwork done tomorrow, boss.” You lied about the plans, you needed to get away fast.

It doesn’t get rid of the suspicious look on his face but he doesn’t question you further and you quickly make your exit, barely able to keep it together until you get out of sight. You duck into an alley as tears stream down your face.

You haven’t seen Bakugou today. That concerns you, he never misses work for anything. You can’t count how many times you’ve had to drag him home and force him into bed after he comes into work with a high fever. You make sure things are covered at the agency before heading over to his apartment. Your heart beats quick, he hasn’t replied to your texts. It’s hard to keep the worst-case scenario out of your head.

Knocking on the door to his apartment you get no reply. Pressing your ear to the door you can hear a commotion, fear grips you, and you almost kick the door down before your rational sense tells you to use the key he gave you.

Bakugou’s apartment is a war zone. Furniture is turned over, glass smashed across the ground. You can smell the familiar lingering scent of his quirk. You would have thought he had been robbed if it weren’t from the sound coming from the bedroom.

Opening the door to his bedroom it’s even worse in here somehow. Bakugou is currently smashing picture frames against the wall. It’s distressing to see him so upset and not have a clue what’s going on.

“Bakugou!” You shout hoping to get his attention but he’s blinded by his anger. You let out a huff of frustration before moving closer to him, grabbing his arm as he goes to slam the already mangled frame again.

You’re startled but not shocked as he turns around in the blink of an eye and grabs onto your bicep, fingers digging in you can feel your skin under his hand start to burn.

“Bakugou! Snap out of it!” You shout again. Recognition crosses his face and he looks a little more coherent. You’re waiting for him to say something but he drops to the ground like dead weight, his hands pressing into his palms. You kneel, careful of the glass on the ground.

“Bakugou? What happened?” You ask in a softer voice. He takes so long to reply that you wonder if he will answer.

“She cheated.” You can barely make out the words through his covered face.

“What?” You ask.

“She was cheating on me!” He yelled pulling his hands away, the anger returning. “She was cheating on me for months like it was some game. When I confronted her about it she didn’t even try to defend herself. She wasn’t even upset.”

“Bakugou, I’m so sorry.” Your heart is breaking but not for yourself, this time it’s for the man in front of you that looks broken. You realize that he has cuts all over his body from the damage done to the apartment. “C’mon.” You say holding your hand out to him.

He looks at you confused but takes it. You lead him to his bathroom, sitting him down on the edge of the tub. The first aid kit is under the bathroom sink, you had patched him up here before.

Returning to him you kneel on the ground in front of him. You begin cleaning the cuts that litter his arms, wiping up the blood covering his arms. You look up at him and his eyes look so empty as he stares at the ground past you. Your overwhelmed by the urge to take him in your arms but decide against it. No, you should patch him up first.

You put band-aids on the ones that need them and leave the smaller ones uncovered. You lean up so your eye level with him, he has a cut across his cheek. You’re careful as you dab at it with a cloth, he doesn’t react if it does hurt. You put a band-aid on it before looking him in the eyes, his gaze still on the floor.

It hurts you so much to see him like this, it breaks you. What you would give to have him insulting you about something dumb you did or yelling about how you left your coffee mug on his desk again. Anything other than the painful silence. You lift your hand and softly cup his unharmed cheek, his gaze slowly raises to meet yours. Your thumb gently strokes the skin there hoping that it will soothe him in any way he can be at the moment.

You finally lean forward and embrace him, pressing your face into his shoulder avoiding any of the cuts on him. Your arms circle around his torso and you squeeze him tightly. You wish you could hug him tight enough to put him back together. It takes a moment but he eventually rests his head against your shoulder and he returns the hug. His grip is tight on the back of your shirt and you know he’s trying to pull the broken pieces back together himself. I would do anything for you to make this pain stop, you think.

You don’t know how long you stay there, holding each other tight but eventually you decide you should leave. The last thing he needs is to be stuck in the apartment that he shared with his girlfriend, the one that was currently trashed.

“Let’s go to my place.” You offer. “You can stay as long as you want, you shouldn’t stay here.”

He nods and your stomach drops, normally he would protest even if he agreed with what you wanted to do. It made you feel sick that he gave in so easily. You nod back before standing up and going into his room. You grab a duffel bag and grab his clothes and other things he’ll need while away from his home. By the time you’re done, he’s standing there watching you wordlessly.

“Let’s go.” You say you take his hand in yours. You had known Bakugou for years and worked by his side for most of them, this wasn’t the first time you had held his hand but the conditions were usually different. Normally you were dangling off the edge of a building as he pulled you up or you were dragging him out of harm’s way.

Holding his hand now was different, you could actually take note of what it felt like. His hand was much larger than yours, the callouses on his hand rougher than your own. It was easy to pretend that the circumstances were different, that you were dragging him out of his apartment to your favorite place to grab dinner together instead of taking him home with you to help console him from what had happened.

The car ride is silent, he’s still processing everything that’s happened and you have no words to say. You know that he needs time to think about everything, you refuse to push him to talk. Growing up you had to if you ever wanted him to process his emotions but Bakugou had matured a lot as he grew up and you knew that when he was ready he would talk.

“Here, you can take a shower if you want or you can change into something less torn up.” You say as you press the bag of clothes into his arms. “I’m going to make us lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” He says. His retort gives you hope that he’s beginning to return to himself and not the empty shell of person who sat on the edge of his tub.

“I doubt you ate breakfast, I know you probably don’t want to eat but I’m making food and you’re going to eat at least a little bit.” You say. He doesn’t argue again, he heads towards your bathroom needing no directions.

You’re glad that you went grocery shopping yesterday. Even more glad that you always make sure to keep the ingredients to make Bakugou’s favorite dish in your fridge in case of emergencies. Or him demanding that you make it for him, as he does at times.

He’s in the shower for a long time. You’re finishing up lunch and you’re about to go check on him when you hear the water stop. You’re plating up the food when he walks into the kitchen wearing a fresh pair of sweat pants and a black shirt. His eyes are red but you don’t comment on it. You shove the bowl of food in his hands.

“Extra spicy, just how you like it.” You tell him as you grab your food. “Let’s sit down.”

You sit down on the couch in your living room eating in silence. Despite his denial of being hungry his food is gone in minutes. You grab his empty bowl from him to take it to the kitchen but before you can get up his hand is grasping your wrist. You look at him and his gaze is on the mark he left on your bicep when you pulled him out of his rage.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is raw and the guilt is clearer than day on his face. He slowly reaches towards your arm, his thumb softly glides at the edge of the minor burn.

“It was an accident.” You tell him in the most genuine tone you can manage, he’s been through enough the last thing he needs is to feel guilty for this. “Besides, I can handle you.” You tease trying to lighten the mood. Your hand covers his own on your arm and you squeeze it to emphasize your point. His hand drops back to his lap after a moment and you leave for the kitchen.

When you return to the living room you see him sitting there, he looks less empty but more annoyed. You figure he’s had enough time to process most of his feelings.

“How did you find out?” You ask, testing the water. If he didn’t reply you’d know he wasn’t ready.

“She left her phone when she left for work, I grabbed it to give it to her before she got out of the building but I saw her notifications.” He said. Pain stings in your chest for him, you can’t imagine how upsetting that would be. “She came back for her phone and I confronted her.”

“What did she have to say?” You ask.

“She acted like she got caught sneaking a cookie before dinner, she barely even cared.” He said, anger returning to his tone. “She’s been with him for six months, she said that she was only ever with me for my money and status. She wanted someone she could brag about.”

“Bakugou,” You said putting a hand on his arm.

“I guess it’s only fair.” He scoffed. “I never loved her either. But I’m still pissed off she made a fool of me.”

“You didn’t love her?” You tried to keep your tone even but it comes out like an exclamation. “Bakugou, you were going to marry her!” You nearly shout. Had you really spend the last year suffering while Bakugou dated someone he didn’t even care about?

“No, it was just convenient.” He answered. “The person I loved, they would never want me. I figured I should just get over it and move on.” His gaze is on the floor.

Your sick again, he didn’t love his girlfriend but he loved someone else. You really couldn’t win, could you?

“Bakugou, why wouldn’t someone want you?” You ask. How could he believe that.

“I’m loud, angry, and rude.” He says. “I’m not good at relationships, I just screw everything up. She deserves someone who will make her happy not burden them with their crappy personality.”

“Don’t say that about yourself!” You scold him. “You’re an amazing man, you’re strong and determined. Even if you don’t show it like other people you care more than most people do about your friends. You would go to the ends of the earth to help them even if you don’t admit it. You’re the best hero I’ve ever seen. You’ve matured so much since we were in high school, you worked on yourself and became a better person. I’ve been by your side for years, don’t you dare say that you aren’t good enough. If anything, anyone you date will never be good enough for you. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, you deserve everything you want in the world.” You take a deep breath after your rant, it takes a moment to realize how much you spilled out.

His eyes are off the floor and he’s staring at you in shock. There’s something in his eyes you don’t recognize but he doesn’t say anything.

“Who’s the lucky lady?” You ask, trying to steel yourself for his answer. Whoever it was you would help him as much as you could to get their affections. It would kill you to watch him fall in love with someone else but more than anything you wanted to see him happy even if it cost you your own happiness.

“It’s you.” He says and the silence is deafening after his words. At first you think you misheard him. You feel dizzy at his admission. This had to be a dream, there was no way. “It’s always been you.”

“I-” You try to speak but there are no words. Your head is spinning, the world falling apart around you in the best of ways.

Bakugou moves slowly, one hand holding your face like it’s delicate glass, the other reaches behind you and pulls you softly to close the distance. He leans in, a breath in between you, you know he’s waiting for you to close the distance. To answer his confession without a word. Once your brain processes it all you lean in a little too excitedly almost knocking your forehead against his.

You move your arms around his shoulders as your lips meet.

With one action the dagger in your chest is suddenly gone and the pain there melts away. You feel like you’re submerged in warmth, laying in a grassy field in gentle sunlight. You kiss him until your lungs can’t take it anymore. As you part you stare into his eyes, they’re filled with so much warmth and love it makes you tear up. You lean back in for another kiss.

“Bakugou-” You say as you pull back.

“Katsuki.” He says. You had used his given name on occasion but it always felt too personal, your heart couldn’t take it.

“Katsuki-” You repeat, it feels right now. A small smile lights up his face, it’s like staring into the sun. “I love you, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

“Me too.” He replies. You let out a laugh.

“We really wasted a lot of years.” You said, nose brushing against his, arms still around him. It was almost sad the time you could have spent happily together but you’re too excited by the years you’ll get to spend with him going forward.

“We did, I’m not going to waste any more time.” He said before moving in for another kiss.

Bakugou stays at your apartment for two weeks before he mentions moving into a new apartment. With your heart in your throat you offer for him to move in with you, he doesn’t hesitate to say yes.

You help him go through his stuff, tossing anything that was hers but she hadn’t taken or things that remind him of her. You stand at his side as he tosses the ring he bought for her off a bridge even though you told him he should just sell it. He refused, not caring about the money and definitely wanting to avoid the shame of selling an engagement ring.

He didn’t love her, he never did but he still bares the scars of her infidelity. His self-esteem in a relationship was already low but some days it feels even lower when he things about what happened. He knows you would never do the same but regardless you still hold him tighter on those days and you don’t hold back any of your love or admiration for him.

Sometimes he feels embarrassed that it went on so long without him knowing but you reassure him that the only person who should be embarrassed is her. You don’t call him a victim, no he would hate that, but you tell him that he deserves better. You can’t hold back your smile when he says he already has better now that you’re together.

You spend your workdays out on patrol together, your usual banter filling the day as you fight off any villains who dare make a mess in you territory. On your days off you spend time in each other’s arms, basking in the happiness you finally found together or out on dates. Sometimes he drags you hiking even though you hate the bugs and other times you make him go to theme parks and force a pair of mouse ears on him.

It doesn’t take long for Bakugou to propose. Your relationship had been so close for so many years that it becoming romantic didn’t change much. You already knew everything about each other, you knew how to work with each other at your best and your worst. Making it official was a natural step.

Watching him tear up as you walk down the aisle is something burned into your heart and mind and you refuse to let it go as long as you live. Spending the night dancing, eating, and drinking with your closest friends who all were relived you finally got together was an unforgettable time.

You lay beside Bakugou, arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled together. Your head rests on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat. You hold onto each other as if you would lose each other if you let go. You can’t get rid of the big smile on your face as his hands move lazily through your hair nearly lulling yourself back to sleep.

You love Bakugou Katsuki. That was a fact and you were more than happy to spend the rest of your life at his side not just as a friend or partner but as the love of his life and that made you happier than anything ever could.

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bokettochild · 2 years

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Link^4 Part 2

Yall liked Part 1, so here's the second part!

This is planned to have four chapters, and three is in the works (I'm writing the show, but it's a bit messy).

Any'ays! Here's Four boys having fun!

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With a little bit of asking, despite what they assumed to be Legend trying to tug Ravio back into the tent (the merchant looked odd without his bunny hood and long purple robes, and was instead wearing a white undershirt and pants, which didn’t really do him any favors, his dark skin looked nearly grey with all the white) they finally managed to get the days schedule from the teen.

The contests weren’t starting for a while yet, and in the meantime, they decided to go wander around for a bit. That was, until they saw the older boys standing around one of the games.

“I have an idea.” Blue was smirking, never a good sign.

Vio cocked a brow. “What evil deed are you planning, Blueberry.” Their brother had no right being that monotone when discussing evil plots, but, then again, he was the most used to doing that sort of thing.

“You know how Wars was pissing us off earlier?”

“Making you mad,” Green corrected. “Yes?”

“We’re returning the favor.” Blue’s grin stretched even wider. “With all these kids around, they won’t even know it’s us, especially now that we’re split. We can kick his ass in every game he tries, making it look like a kid is beating him at everything.” Blue rubbed his hands together. “It would be glorious.”

Vio smirked, cold and thin and nerve-wracking ever since the hero’s betrayal so many years ago. “Excellent. I’m in. One question; we will be treated as a child; can you handle that?”

Their brother considered that for only a moment before shrugging it off. “To get back at Captain Fancy Pants, sure.”

“Can we not?” Red begged. “Wars is nice! And he teases everyone, we don’t need to be humiliating him! Why don’t you play a joke on Sky instead?”

The other three looked at their typically gentler counterpart. Green blinking slowly at the other hero. “Uh, Red, don’t you adore Sky?"

Red nodded as he smiled back. “Of course! But Sky will just laugh off pranks, so he’s fun to mess with. Wars might take it personally, and we don’t want him getting down about not being able to beat a kid.”

“We aren’t a kid.”

Vio sighed. “And that answers that. Blue, if you can’t take Red calling us a kid, how you take Warriors doing it?”

“What if we pranked Time?” Their leader suggested, which of course lead to everyone wanting to choose their own targets until Vio called them to order.

“There are four of us, and four adults in the team. What if we each select one to target? Red can mess with Sky, Green with Time, Blue with Warriors and,” There was a dangerous look in Vio’s snapping purple eyes. “I get to play with Twilight.”

“What are you planning?”

Vio only smirked at Blue’s inquiry. “You’ll see.”

Their leader shook his head with a light chuff. “Okay, we’ll do that, then meet up again when we can and attend the games. Just don' get lost, I don't think any one wants to go looking for each other in a crowd of us." t sounded wrong, but somehow was right, so no one said anything to that and instead scattered to find their respective targets.

The captain's face at losing every game he tried, to a smack-talking kid in blue no less, was hilarious. Sky had laughed, very good naturally, just as predicted, at losing to a little kid, even offering Red a smile and to buy him a treat in return for playing such a good game. Somehow, no one had guessed that would happen, especially since Sky didn’t even know it was them, but Red seemed happy enough to stand and chat with the Skyloftain about all sorts of things, pulling off the fun-loving kid act with greater skill than any of the others could ever attempt. Sure, Vio was a talented actor, but no one could match the level of innocence Red could convince people that he had, even after the other lad had killed his fair share of monsters and scared all of his siblings beyond their wits ends with his own pranks and arsonistic tendencies.

Vio seemed to also be having the time of his life, following Twilight around. The deviant didn’t seem to do much except keep exactly three paces behind the rancher at all times, smiling eerily and watching him, but it worked wonders at making Twilight unnerved until, at last, the rancher was turning around and practically begging Vio to stop following him and go find his parents. Vio didn’t say anything, just continued to smile. Twilight asked if maybe he knew what his parents or guardian looked like, offering to help him find them. Vio just kept smiling. Their poor wolf friend looked at a loss for what to do, and then he ran into Time. Literally.

Green had epically failed to prank Time. Instead, he was pranked so royally awfully by their leader that he refused to own up to what had happened, all that they knew was that Time smiled over at them with a knowing twinkle in his eyes afterwards, letting them know that they were good and fully caught by their leader.

“Our own fault for letting him know about us before.” Blue had muttered once they’d regrouped. Vio had just sniggered, watching Twilight look around in confusion for his little shadow and coming up with nothing, even as Time pulled him back to his feet.

Mischief achieved, the four heroes decided it was time to properly enjoy the carnival, which somehow led to Red and Sky chatting amiably while Time accompanied the rest of them, a smile playing on the lips of the Old Man as they all talked with him. It was nice being able to be around the other heroes while being split, and even when the others all regrouped with Time, they found that their leader was quite willing to give them an excuse to stay around when Warriors asked what they were all doing.

“I replaced you.” Time answered with a smirk. “I've always preferred the company of children.”

“Of course you do.” The captain chuckled, shaking his head.

Twilight seemed to have other things on his mind though. “You! You’re the kid who wouldn’t stop following me!”

At the confused looks from the other heroes, Vio only cocked a single pale brow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Perhaps you have me confused with another person. There are many people dressed as the hero today after all.”

“But it was-”

“Pup, these three have been with me for a while.” Royal blue twinkled knowingly as Time looked down at his protégé. “Perhaps you have him confused.”

The rancher didn’t get much of a chance to say anything to that, instead getting interrupted as Red and Sky rejoined the group. Red waving cheerily and holding Sky’s hand with a bright smile on his face. “There they are, Mr. Sky,” Oh heavens, he was pulling out the ‘Mr.’ card. “Those are my brothers!”

The Skyloftian nodded with an ever-growing smile. “You’re nearly identical to them!”

“I know!” Red skipped in place. “Cool, right?”

“Very.” Came the warm reply.

Impa smiled down at them, but worry clouded her eyes as she counted over their numbers, leaving the four colors out and frowning into the crowd. “Where’s that short hero you all had with you? Has he gotten lost?”

“He’ll be fine.” Time assured her. “Were it anyone else, I might be worried, but of all of my boys, I can always trust that Four will be alright by himself.”

“Ouch.” Warriors pressed a hand to his collar in offense, staggering back as if struck a painful blow, earning laughter from all of them and a roll of the eyes from Twilight. “You wound me, Sap, you really do!”

“Suffer.” Mentor and protégé chorused, as if on cue, only to glance at each other in surprise as Hyrule and Sky giggled and Warriors balked, affronted and maybe slightly unsettled.

It was with this sort of friendly chatter that they followed the other heroes over to the tournament grounds, falling in step with Wild and Hyrule as the duo discussed the possibility of maybe joining the contests and their chances of winning. Wind piped up with the occasional comment, apparently well aware of the fact that he hadn’t the skills for some of the games, but fully willing to try, even though both Warriors and Time had sent disapproving glances back at the trio when the subject of fire dancing came up.

“It’s really quite safe.” Red informed them. “I do it all the time!”

“Really?” Wind beamed, curiosity and glee shining in the sailor’s silver green eyes as he darted a sneaky glance back towards Time, who had been pulled into discussion with Twilight.

“Yup!”

“How? Aren’t you a bit young to be playing with fire?”

The other three colors exchanged a knowing glance as Red began to babble out a response. “Of course not! I’m actually older than I look, and it’s controlled, so if you practice a lot you won’t even set stuff on fire that isn’t supposed to be!”

Blue snorted and rolled his eyes. “Like your brother?”

“I saved your life!” Red huffed, pouting slightly.

Hyrule laughed into his hand, smiling brightly at them. “You know, you guys really do look a lot like the hero of the Four Sword, but you act nothing like him. You’re way more expressive.”

It was very hard for them to respond to that, but they did an admirable job, all things considered. Sure, Red wanted to pout and Blue wanted to complain, Green was seconds away from laughter and Vio desperately wanted to say something, but they held it back until they got to the place cleared for the contests.

The first ‘tournament’ as Impa had called it, was apparently one for craftsmanship, something that Blue in particular prided himself on, and which, based off the choices, seemed to be the one held in his honor. The others offered waves to their brother as he, Sky and Twilight all moved over to the sign-up booth.

Ideally, this would be a contest for smithies, to swing a hammer and craft a tool, but realistically there were only so many people who could participate in such a thing, and that was already the point of contests at the Picori Festival anyways. Briefly, Blue wondered if the Picori were even still celebrated in this time, but then they were being ushered out to their place, Sky two places to their left and Twilight at their right as knives and wood were handed out, and worries flooded away as a plan began to take shape.

As the most detail oriented of the colors, it was Blue’s want to create something fantastic every time, but the contest was timed, and he had to create things with the same supplies as everyone else and make his block of wood into something that would impress the Princess.

Fable being here wasn’t something they had expected, nor the fact that she was dressed up as Dot of all people, but he wasn’t about to question it, especially not when a whistle was being blown and wood chips started falling to the ground.

There’s something about making things to sell that teaches you to see what a person would like best, and unlike most of the others competing, Blue had met Princess Zelda, several of them, and Fable, like their own princess, would be less likely to be impressed by something magnificent and stately. She was like her brother, she liked simple things, she liked the forest and the trees and the birds and even Legend’s awful hives full of bees.

It was that that he was counting on as he set his knife to work, smoothing out the wood with a sanding block as he went. Careful hands guided the knife, not stopping even when it nicked him, and only pausing for a second to wipe away a bit of blood that threatened to smear on his lovely creation. Carving wasn’t his strength, not like metal work, but he knew it well enough from Red’s interest in it and his own adaptations to it in order to make gifts for his brothers. It was hard to forge something for someone when all of you were blacksmiths after all, and getting the forge to yourself was a hassle made worthless because someone was bound to notice what materials had been moved or used, and, with Vio’s inductive abilities, that made gift making a pain in the ass and no fun. Geen had outlawed forged gifts two years ago for that very reason.

This however, this lovely creation of his, made the stern color smile in satisfaction as he ran the sanding block over the smallest details, even as the announcer was counting down the last seconds. Some contestants had dropped their tools ages ago, resting with their work done, but Blue wasn’t wasting a second to make sure that everything was perfectly in place and crafted, even if it wasn’t as smooth and uniform as he would have liked.

There was the toll of a small bell to signal that they must drop their tools, and Blue pulled back carefully as the judges stepped forwards to inspect their works. He glanced quickly over to where Sky had been sitting. A lovely loftwing, wings stretched out in a mirror of the Hylian crest, sat on the work bench, and Twilight’s own prancing mare stood proud and graceful beside his own carving. His work wasn’t graceful or splendid like theirs were, Blue admitted to himself, but it was lovely and simple, but he hoped it would catch the princess’s eye.

Tiny bees trundling over a smooth and hollowed hive sat at his spot, an especially large bee sitting atop it as a handle for the lid he’d carved. It was just the sort of thing he could see Red putting cookies into, or Ravio bringing out full of odd little treats to be eaten with cocoa. It was homey, something Legend liked and Fable would hopefully enjoy as well, and it stood out admit the rolling wooden waves that tossed a crude little wooden boat around, or the rough but loving image of the princess’s own face: Fable didn’t appear to like that one very much, and grimaced oh so slightly at the wooden image before passing on to the one after.

Blue stood firm and proud, catching the cheerful look Sky sent him and ignoring the encouraging hair ruffle bestowed on him by the rancher as the princess and her fellow judges moved down the line. Bright blue eyes twinkled as a sharp little laugh had escaped Fable, hands reaching out to trace the tiny trails left by the bees on his creation, and she’s glanced up at him with a shining smile that looked uncannily out of place on a face so much like the vet’s. But it was welcomed regardless, even when her brows rose and a glimmer appeared in her eyes that was so much like the look in Time’s own blue one when he’d first spotted them.

She’d moved on, but not before taking a peek at the inside of the jar. Blue may have preened the slightest bit at her appreciative hum when running her fingers over the smooth surface inside, but he figured it was justified, after all, most people might have counted on the princess passing that over.

In the end, Sky had won the contest, his loftwing having captured the princess’s imagination with its lifelike spirit, but Blue was the proud winner of second place. All in all, it was no surprise, Sky was the best of the best when it came to being a carver, and he could hardly be upset about losing to the man. The Skyloftain had offered him a friendly handshake once they were away from the field, and no one could complain at how Red cooed and fussed over the jar when it was handed to him.

“For when we get home.” He told the other.

Red pounced on him with a hug. “I love it! Thank you, Blueberry!”

The laughter of the heroes at his name was dismissed in the warmth of Red’s hug, something only beat by Sky’s when Red tried hugging them both at once in congratulations.

After Blue’s go at the first competition, the boys agreed to sit back and watch Vio and Wild compete in the archery tournament. Both boys had knowing looks in their eyes as they stepped out onto the field, and Twilight even followed after, citing experience and curiosity as his reasoning for participating.

“I’m no archer, but fun is fun, and I want a front row seat to the Cub’s humiliation of this era’s archers.”

“Think that little of my world?” The vet’s voice had surprised everyone as he strode over, normal attire cast aside and a green tunic that looked strangely homely on the vet’s willowy frame replacing it.

“Trying out a new look?” Warriors teased gently, reaching over for the vet’s cap only for the shorter hero to doge out of his grasp.

“I’m playing a part here. Fable and I both have something of a duty at stuff like this.” Legend scoffed, tugging at his clothes with a put upon look that was clearly fake.

Wind snapped his fingers, light exploding behind his eyes as he pointed to the resident hero. “Right! Because you’re the prince!”

The vet’s glare made Red giggle slightly. “No. It’s because I’m the hero. Don’t say anything about that again and I won’t blab about last week.”

The sailor immediately clapped his mouth shut, offering a nervous smile as Time frowned. “What happened last week?”

“Nothing!” Wind chuckled.

“Nothing.” Legend dead-panned. “Now excuse me, I’m gonna join Twilight with watching Wild wreak havoc.” The vet tilled his pointed cap at them with a smirk and loped his way over to Twilight’s side, taking the bow the contest aid handed him and plucking the string experimentally

Vio smirked as he tested his own string. It wasn’t in ideal condition, and far from being high quality, but he’d faced most of their adventure with a toy bow, and this was easily an upgrade to that (although, to be fair, Shadow had helped him acquire a better bow during their partnership, and that easily outmatched these ones).

Unlike Blue’s challenge, this one was a straight shot (literally) to win. Contestants only had to hit the bullseye repeatedly until someone else failed to, and as strings plucked with cheerful twangs and arrows zipped past pointed ears, competitor after competitor walked away from the stage with a salute to the Princess, who sat watching on the edge of the field with a bright smile and even brighter red wig

It was a decent costume, he mused, although considering Fable was a royal, it must have been rather easy for her to get something like that made.

“She wanted to be dressed as the Red Hero.” Legend chuckled to him for some reason, tugging the brim of his cap again as the vet shot a glance over at his sister and waited for the contestant aids to move the targets back once more. “But tradition merits that she dress as the Princess of Light.”

“Is that so.” He hummed, selecting another arrow with a casual glance the princess’s way.

Legend nodded, knocking his own arrow with a quick grin. “Best of luck, Vio.”

“Yourself as well, Legend.” Somehow, they missed until the vet was grimacing at his defeat that Legend had never introduced himself to them while they were split, and they’d never said anything either.

Vio didn’t let the thought alter his performance like some people might have. Instead he filed it away in a mental drawer for later review and then wiped it from his mind with the same ease that had earned him the role of mental secretary to his brothers. When it came to remembering little things like maps and sentences and details that Blue didn’t find detailed enough to make stick by himself, he was the one they asked to do as much, a good thing too, or they'd forever be forgetting things, the idiots.

It was a good thing that he had cleared his mind, because the field eventually gave out and the targets were no longer able to move back without the judges being able to not see them, and Wild and he were still going strong, shooting each other matching smirks as their arrows shot off towards the distant targets and the audience waited with baited breath as Champion and Deviant both started preforming trick shots, upping the game and grinning brightly at each other as the competitive spirit washed over them and made them try even harder to outperform the other.

“Kick his ass!” Someone shouted from the crowd, sounding suspiciously like Blue. He wished he knew if that was his brother supporting him or if Blue was cheering on Wild, but with Blue it could go either way, and until he could see his brother’s face, he had no way of knowing which it was. That is, if it even was Blue (He was pretty sure it was though).

At last however, there was a slip, and with a shout from the crowd he watched as the judges descended from their places again to proceed towards the heroes. Fable stayed behind, standing at her seat and gazing expectantly into the crowd until Legend was darting to her side with a scowl and offering his arm, which the princess took with a smirk, tugging her brothers pointy cap with a light laugh.

“The arrow to strike amiss is yours, I am afraid.” Fable offered him an apologetic smile. “But it was a worthy match, unlike any I have ever seen. Well done both.” The princess smiled brightly, and Legend smirked, cap still shading his face too much to be seen and making Wild laugh back at the other teen warmly until he was handed his prize; a fine bow that Vio desperately hoped wouldn’t be destroyed as quickly as the last one was. Fable offered the champion a kidnd word and a bright smile and then turned to him.

“And for you,” Bright blue twinkled warmly. “We offer this new quiver, a prize worthy of one who can handle a bow with such skill.” To the crowd the princess smiled, motioned to the sweaty champion with a flourish. “Our winner, people of Hyrule! Wild of Hateno!”

Cheers rose from the crowd, although none as loud as those of Twilight and Time as the rancher applauded loudly. Wild flushed darkly, rubbing the back of his neck as his mentor and grand-mentor wrapped him up in a hug, bursting with praise that was echoed by the other heroes whenever they could get a word in edgewise.

Green clapped Vio on the back with a grin. “You didn’t stand a chance.”

“Thank you.” Came the deadpanned reply as Vio scowled at his brother. Whether it was in play or serious he would never let on, that was the fun of being the apathetic one after all.

#lu vio #lu blue #lu green #lu red #link^4 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu twilight #lu time #lu sky #lu four #lu warriors #lu wild #lu wind #lu hyrule

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thevindicativevordan · 3 years

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On Lois Lane

Figured it well past time I got to the matriarch of the Superfamily, especially since I already wrote about the other major "LL" in Superman's life.

Hardest part of writing about Lois is what more can be added that hasn't already been said? She's The Love Interest when it comes to female supporting characters, so iconic and successful that like Superman himself, she's inspired countless copycats: Iris West, Vicki Vale, the current video game version of MJ Watson, if your hero has a love interest who is a reporter, they're drawing on the archetype that Lois established. She was there from the very beginning, before there were Krypton, Smallville, the Kents, the Rogues, before Superman could even fly Lois was there.

And my God is she such a fantastic character in her own right.

Whereas Clark himself is pretty damn different if you compare and contrast his Golden Age incarnation with his modern incarnation, Golden Age Lois is pretty recognizable as Lois Lane. Feisty, independent, scornful of danger and of cowardice (especially in a "peer" like Clark), a bit in awe of Superman while also eager to press him for information about himself, willing to throw herself into danger if she can get that exclusive scoop. Her personality in the early comics is much more like her modern incarnation than the lovestruck wanna-be housewife she became in the Silver Age. Lois is one of the few characters who basically came into comics perfect from Day 1.

I love the Rucka idea that she somehow has everyone's number and can call up anyone from the lowliest criminal to the highest politicians. I like when writers show that she herself is able to wear a variety of disguises, something I'm sure she and Clark can bond over once he reveals his identity to her. And I love that she is basically waging a one-woman war against corruption and evil in Metropolis long before Superman shows up, something the Superman & Lois show highlighted.

It's easy to see why Clark would fall for her. Even putting aside that Lois is hot as hell, she's a great foil to him personality wise. They both are committed to rooting out social ills and taking the fight to crime and oppression wherever it rears it's head, from the Lexcorp boardroom, to the darkest underbelly of Metropolis. They both are kind and compassionate, but have explosive tempers if you piss them off. They both love to snark, although Lois has more bite whereas Clark is more deadpan.

The biggest contrast, and honestly the biggest turn on for Clark, is that Lois is free from doubt. Clark is constantly second-guessing himself, worrying about how others see him, worrying about whether he's making the right choices or if he's approaching his heroics/journalism the right way. Lois? Lois never second-guesses herself, never allows the doubts or opinions of others to affect her course in life. She knows her dad is disappointed and upset with her and she couldn't care less. She knows others think she's a bitch and that only amuses her. She's confident and self-reliant and those are attributes Clark wants desperately to posses himself. How could he not fall head over heels in love?

Why Lois would fall in love with Clark is a bit trickier. It's easy to see why she would love Superman, which is part of why Clark wants her to love the "whole" of him and not just the public persona. Superman is confident, Superman is powerful, Superman kicks ass, he's kind and intelligent, he's a huge celebrity, who wouldn't love him? Clark? Eh he's easy on the eyes but he doesn't really have much of a presence. That's how everyone else views Clark. Lois, I think, would start off viewing Clark as a dweeb who will be gone in a week, the big city too much for him. That he sticks around and toughs it out impresses her. That he manages to outscoop her multiple times infuriates and intrigues her. That he manages to live in Metropolis and see how rotten it can be beneath the shiny gilded exterior, yet doesn't lose his sense of optimism, his faith in other peoples inner goodness, his "naivety" so to speak? I think that's what would make her fall in love with him.

Lois is at heart a "cynical idealist" in my estimation. The cynical side is she's someone who will always fight for the truth, for justice, but I don't think she believes that peoples inherent goodness will win out in the end most of the time. She's seen how selfish people can be, how uncaring, and I think before Clark shows up there's a part of her that thinks she's just bashing her head against a wall trying to change things. The idealist part of her is that she will continue to bash her head against that wall of public indifference anyway. Lois will always fight even if nobody else will fight alongside her, she'll keep writing articles and investigating long after a lesser woman would give up, because it's the principles that matter damnit, even if only to her. That Clark is someone who will join her in that fight while still believing that the rest of the public can be swayed to join them is what I see as the reason why she finally gives him a chance, that optimism remaining in Clark is refreshing and uplifting to her. That he's also hot and can trade banter with her doesn't hurt his chances any.

Lois becoming a mom has been really interesting, even if I haven't always been wholly satisfied with how they've handled the relationship between her and Jon. I haven't seen enough of Lois traits in Jon to really buy him as her offspring, I hope that changes. While I'm not the biggest fan of Tom Taylor to put it mildly, I liked that he emphasized Lois' importance with regards to Jon becoming Superman in interview leading up to the first issue, and I hope we get lots of Lois/Jon interaction in Superman: Son of Kal-El that really flesh out their relationship. At the very least I want to see Jon get some of that Lois patented verbal bite to him.

One last thought with regards to Lois: how the hell was Tom King the first one to realize that Lois and Selina would immediately hit it off?

They're both so similar when you think about it: Brunettes who are willful and independent, who flaunt the rules to get what they want, who outright laugh when their male significant others try to order them around, yeah I totally can see the two of them becoming friends. I really hope that gets continued under someone else, since I don't think anyone other than King has really played with it, but I love the idea of Lois having a "gal pal" that's also caught up in the insanity of life with a superhero.

If not Selina I'd like to see Lois being shown to have a friendship with her copycats such as Vicki or Iris or the rest. Definitely with Cat (even though Cat Grant can drive her up the wall sometimes). More girls' nights out/double dates for Lois, that's all I'm saying.

#lois lane #superman #jon kent #catwoman #dc comics

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes x Female!Former Addict!Reader: Tastes a Little Like Freedom, a Little Like Fear [Ch. 3]

Summary: [Name] has finally got her life on track. She’s been clean a year, has a full time job, and recently moved into an apartment that is actually fit to live in. To prove something to herself, she visits the Smithsonian exhibit on Captain America…only to run into someone a little familiar. Adopting a fellow addict is one thing. Accidentally adopting a recovering brainwashed Nazi super soldier is another. [Name]’s life is about to run off track worse than ever before, but there could be a reward at the end if she can just hang on for the bumpy ride.

Challenge: “100 Drabbles Adventure” challenge by SubtleQuirk on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings: M (foul language; sexual references; references to previous drug addiction and continued struggles with drug addiction; torture; mind control; dehumanization; threatening behavior of a man towards a woman; not canon compliant past Winter Soldier; set post-Winter Soldier and pre-Civil War)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @ginger-swag-rapunzel

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Chapter 3: Collapse

Porch lights up and down the hallway began to flicker on. While it was not late in the night, the sound of your scream echoing against the white-washed walls would not go unnoticed. Your heart hammered as the clicks of locks filled the air. It was hard to think straight with the day you were having.

Before you really knew what you were doing, you had grabbed the man’s right arm, yanked him inside, and slammed the door shut. You could only hope general apathy would prevent your neighbors from investigating the situation further. Still you stood with your back pressed against the door and your eyes screwed shut, as though that would somehow get people to stay away.

When you opened your eyes again, it took you a few seconds to remember that you had invited this man into your home. He was now half-lumbering, half-stumbling through your living room with heavy steps that made the wood floor beneath your feet shake. As you watched with wide eyes, he stopped to look at the ceiling, ducked his head to look underneath your kitchen table, and started to pick up every photograph on the mantelpiece so that he could look at their backs.

“Um, excuse me.” You gently tugged the framed picture of you and your friends at the zoo from his hand. “Can you maybe not? My friends are going to be here soon. I don’t need them thinking I’ve been robbed.”

As per the usual (if you could say that of an acquaintanceship of less than three hours), your new friend did not speak. He just stared down at you. You were struck quite suddenly by how tall he was. He absolutely towered above you, and his baggy clothes did not entirely obscure his well-toned physique. Without breaking your gaze, you set the picture back into place. Then you gestured toward the couch.

“Make yourself at home.”

He didn’t move. Again, you smoothed your hair away from your face. This was so not working out well. There was a reason your sponsor had yet to allow you to be a sponsor yourself. You still didn’t handle failure well. This was part of why going to the museum hadn’t triggered you: You could consider that a success. This person, though? Just might have pushed you over the edge. You weren’t ready for this, but at this stage of the game, you couldn’t exactly just kick him out.

You took his arm for a second time and tried to lead him physically over to the couch–"tried" being the key word. The man was a heck of a lot heavier than he looked, even with his muscles taken into consideration. Had he not chosen a few seconds later to allow you to move him, pulling him around never would have worked. He might have stayed standing by your television for the rest of eternity.

Even then, he did not seem inclined to take a seat. You were starting to feel more and more uncomfortable the longer he watched you like that. What was it exactly that he was looking for? Maybe he thought you were about to whip out a knife on him.

“I’ll go…get you a pillow and some blankets, okay?”

You didn’t bother to wait for an answer, and you heard no attempt at one as you darted through the door to your bedroom. Finding a spare blanket and pillow took you less than a minute. Unfortunately, by then, you were sort of hoping he’d pull another Houdini act. Sure, that would mean worrying about whether or not he’d taken the spare key with him, but you were starting to think a stolen television would be worth not having to deal with an entirely silent homeless man for the rest of the evening.

When you traipsed back out into the living room area, however, your guest was still there. He was no longer where you left him, but instead in the kitchen, riffling through your cup cabinet and pulling out drawers.

“Hey!” you shouted. He stopped and turned toward you, his expression still unreadable. “Look, I don’t know where you hide your drugs, but you aren’t going to find any here. You’re here to ride it out, not light up again. You start that, and the no police deal is off.”

In something that seemed almost a mockery of your standoff in the alley, he lifted his hands and stepped away from the cabinet. His bag fell to his side. You watched it do so through narrowed eyes.

“What’s in there? Is it drug stuff?”

All the man did in answer was clutch at his bag. The clock on the kitchen wall ticked off ten seconds. You tensed more as each one passed. If he had brought paraphernalia inside, what were you going to do? But slowly, slowly, very slowly, he put his hands down and shook his head.

“You got a voice?” you asked him–but, of course, he didn’t answer that either. You let out a snort, but waved him back over to the couch. “I guess you can’t have anything too bad in there, if you made it inside the museum with it.”

You looked back up to see that he had not walked over to you. He was peering out the window–but stopped to pull the blinds down as soon as you noticed. Only then did he wander over to stare down at you once again. Biting your lip, you nervously patted the pillow you’d propped up against one arm of the couch. Finally, he followed your eyes, paused, and sat down.

His posture was stiff and upright, and he didn’t relax his arms. It was as though he were expecting an attack of some kind. You really hoped that wasn’t the case. Your fighting days were over and had never been particularly stellar to begin with. Add to that the fact that this guy wasn’t looking at the top of his game either, and you were pretty sure that whoever was after him would win. Even as you pondered the present situation you had landed yourself in, the man slumped over.

“So,” you drew out the word as you sat down on the coffee table across from him, “do you have a name? Or at least something I can call you other than ‘hey you’?”

He closed his eyes, as though the very question caused him a good deal of pain. But that made no sense. If he didn’t react like a crazy person whenever you got too close without warning, you would have made to look at the side he was leaning on. A stab wound or a gunshot would need quick attention, attention you could not give. Maybe Kat could look at it when she got here? ‘Oh, jeez,’ you thought, and let out a groan. If this guy died on your couch…

“Okay,” you said, when again you didn’t get any information. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks. Well, he’d only be around for a few more hours, right? “I’m going to make something to eat. Nothing exciting. Probably just macaroni and cheese. You can have some, if you want.”

No answer. You expected as much by now, but that didn’t mean the silence wasn’t frustrating. Why had he followed you home if he planned to pretend you weren’t there all evening? You’d never promised you wouldn’t talk to him. Maybe he just wasn’t up to conversation, but still.

“The bathroom’s down the hall. You want to take a shower?” Either your subtle hint that he could use some shampoo in that mane of his was too subtle, or he was simply too far gone to care much. Another ragged sigh accompanied your movement upward. Hopefully things weren’t so bad that you’d have to toss that pillow. You were sort of fond of it.

This train of thought took you almost past the couch. Just before you made it, however, a very hard something wrapped around your wrist and jerked you a half-step backward. When you turned to look, you found it was your guest’s hand. His grip was like iron. You could not have broken free if you tried. Suddenly, you were very scared. He was bigger than you by several times over. Worse still, he wasn’t anywhere near as pale as he had been when he’d entered your apartment. Your eyes flicked from the hand around your wrist to his eyes–and they were clearer than you had ever seen them. They tightened when you met them.

“What are you–” you began, and could not help the quaver of fear in your voice. You never got to finish the sentence. As soon as you started, his grip loosened, his eyelids fluttered again, and then…he fell backward onto the couch. You stood there, watching, for another half a minute, waiting for him to spring up and hit you, but no such attack ever came. Then a new worry occurred to you: “Oh crap. Oh crap. Are you dead? Please don’t be dead.”

But when you rushed over to check, you saw his chest moving up and down. You let out a breath from your nose and allowed yourself a smile. Watching him sleep like that made you feel a little better. Tomorrow would be a new day. Maybe he’d talk to you. Maybe you’d wake up to find him gone. You’d done your best either way…or so you thought, until you heard a sharp rap at the door.

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shuttershocky · 3 years

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hihi, if is not much, can you please summarize what happened on Darknights Memories? Or maybe point to a summary of it? Cause i had the worst possible idea to take some time away from ak right around the event and now i go a little crazy with all the random lore i see from your posts that referenciate the event somehow.... also, maaaany thanks for your ak posts, theyre always a delight to read!!

Hi there!

Darknights Memoirs was an extremely lore-heavy event, closer to being Chapter 6.5 than an event really. While there are many, many, many things to cover, I'll try to summarize the most important parts.

this will be a rather long post

W is a young Sarkaz girl who killed the original W, a mercenary in Kazdel. The mercs the first W ran with all had a bounty on their heads, and W intended to collect them. Realizing there was no way she could defeat the original W's comrades (Hoederer and Ines) however, she joined up with them instead as the new W.

It is sacred tradition among Sarkaz that when you pick up a fallen Sarkaz warrior's weapon, you assume their identity, with all of what that entails. W killed the original W and took his weapon, therefore she is W now.

Ines is a psychic, while Hoederer is an extremely capable fighter. Though they and W don't get along too well, they stick together for years.

Some time later, W, Hoederer, and Ines are hired to protect a caravan coming from Rim Billiton, which supposedly unearthed a massive, ancient landship.

The three are attacked and nearly killed by elite Sarkaz soldiers working for the Kazdel leader, Theresis. They are rescued by the landship's owner, who is an extremely powerful Sarkaz Warrior. The Sarkaz Warrior turns out to be Theresa, the deposed King of Kazdel and Theresis' sister.

Theresa welcomes them into the landship, which she calls Rhodes Island. Her organization is called Babel, whose goal is the emancipation of the infected. W becomes fascinated by Theresa the moment she lays eyes on her, and begins following her around to see what the former King of Kazdel is really like.

Theresa is a goofball and can barely fix an automatic door even with Closure helping her. Her two assistants however, are much more serious. Kal'tsit runs Babel's medical mission and W sees her as a bitch. Doctor runs all tactical operations, and W, Ines, and Hoederer are terrified by them.

Ines describes Doctor as some terrifying kind of unknown being, one who cannot see other people as people. The entire Sarkaz Civil War is just some sick game for them, and all people are only chess pieces. At the end of the day, Doctor exists in their mind as the only "real" person, with everyone else just a piece to be packed away once the game's all over. Despite this however, Theresa vouches for them with absolute trust.

W also meets an 11 year old Amiya in raggedy clothes. She works as Kaltsit's assistant, but is otherwise just a little kid allowed to live inside the landship.

Some time later, having successfully escorted Babel through Kazdel, Hoederer says its time for them to leave. They part ways in decent terms, and Hoederer gets the mercs their next job as Theresis' agents.

Close to three years pass, in that time the Rhodes Island landship is attacked, Theresa is killed, the Doctor goes missing, and the Babel operators are scattered to the wind. W is not a part of these events.

The Usurper King of Kazdel dreams of a Kazdel becoming a politically powerful nation, but the only way for a war-torn country of the hated Sarkaz to be able to do that, would be if all its neighbors were brought down to its level. Hearing of an Infected uprising inside Ursus called Reunion, Theresis sends his men to aid them and bolster their numbers, hoping to stir up conflict in other nations.

Hoederer, Ines, and W work for Talulah, with Ines noting that Talulah isn't exactly Talulah. There's a shadow behind her that only Ines can see, and it terrifies her. This foreshadows the Deathless Black Snake of Chapter 8. Theresis also sends Garcin, a Sarkaz warrior who was part of the elites that nearly killed the three mercs years earlier before Theresa scared them off.

Patriot talks with the three Sarkaz, noting that he too mourns Theresa's passing, and wonders how the old country is doing. Decades before, Patriot took his whole clan out of Kazdel because he did not see a future in Kazdel's endless wars. Unfortunately for him, he ended up going to Ursus right when it was on the verge of becoming Terra's single biggest war machine.

Chernobog happens. Babel has reformed as Rhodes Island under Amiya's new leadership, and clashes with Talulah's Reunion among the ruins of the city. Seeing her chance to get revenge on Garcin and make herself Theresis' only link to Reunion, W secretly meets with her former Babel comrade Scout whose team has already been massacred by Reunion, and strikes a deal with him. Scout must go alone and kill Garcin and his entire squad by himself, and in exchange, W makes sure Doctor makes it out of the city alive.

Recognizing it was a suicide mission but also the only way Doctor could make it out of Chernobog when everything went to shit, Scout takes the deal. This is also why we see Scout make a farewell letter to the one Vanguard operator in Operational Intelligence, the same one who spies on Hellagur and Patriot's meeting.

Garcin sees Scout approaching his team and asks for the lone warrior's name to know who could possibly be this stupid. Scout gives it, but not before saying that he's already won.

Scout singlehandedly kills Theresis' entire elite Sarkaz team, including Garcin. A very heavily injured and dying Scout nearly kills Ines as well when she finds him making it out of the ruins, but she's saved by Hoederer who finally kills Scout. Hoederer calls Scout an old friend and tells him to rest easy. Later it is shown in Chapter 8 that W lies and takes the credit for killing Scout, possibly to impress Theresis, as Scout was a living legend in Kazdel and one of the last of its renowned stealth masters (dude was basically a ninja)

As seen in Chapter 1, W upholds her end of the deal and lets Doctor escape. Realizing that some of the Sarkaz warriors have betrayed her, Talulah suspects Ines and has her killed.

Hoederer is shaken and leaves Reunion, returning to Theresis who is now in Victoria. W is now the sole leader of Reunion's Sarkaz warriors, just like she planned.

Hoederer and his unnamed assistant (possibly Ines who faked her death) report to Theresis. Instead of killing him for running away, Theresis is satisfied enough by the trouble that Reunion caused and places Hoederer under house arrest with him inside their little Kazdel embassy in Victoria. We are also introduced to the main manager of Theresis' affairs, the Confessarius. The previous Confessarius (possibly the one who worked with Theresa) is Operator Shining.

Hoederer explains to their assistant that this is basically perfect, because now they can easily spy on Theresis' movements. Hoederer unveils a machine they can use to send messages to any of Kazdel's old communication towers, which W now has total control of.

The end of Darknights Memoirs shows that W has been acting as a triple agent (thus all the Revolver Ocelot jokes). She's double-crossing both Talulah and Theresis, because her heart and loyalty have been with Theresa all this time. Knowing that Theresis almost certainly was involved with his sister's death, W worked to make Theresis rely on her more and more, just so she can be close enough to kick the chair from under him when the moment is right.

We last see W in Chernobog helping a pair of kids survive in the ruins. One of them has picked up a sword from a dead Sarkaz warrior to defend herself with. W tells the young boy what it means to pick up a fallen Sarkaz’s weapon.

This ritual is very important to note, because the leading theory about the sole reason Rhodes Island is being led by a 14 year old girl, is that Amiya was the first one to reach Theresa and pick up her sword.

#Arknights

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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Discovery

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Rating: K/T

Pairing: Kit/Plo (implied)

Summery: A new discovery leads Wolffe to have a bone to pick with an amphibian

AO3

There are scar marks on the General’s shoulder that weren’t there before.

Wolffe’s not sure why he knows that they weren’t there the last time he saw his General without his tunic on, but he knows it. He knows it as he watches the Kel Dor practically slam Fives into the grass.

Stop.

Rewind.

First of all, it was rare enough to get downtime on a peaceful planet, rather than on Coruscant. But it was even rarer to get downtime when another battalion was there.

It had been General Skywalker who suggested it, as a joke to ‘soka. Commander Tano. Ahsoka. Whatever Wolffe was supposed to call her because of the GAR.

She then passed it on through the 501st. And then somehow Boost and Sinker caught wind of it and wanted the 104th to join in too.

Nothing pressing, no, just some... friendly spars. Some exhibition matches, or something of the like. General Monn had taken one look at the Clones, then to his own hands— paws?— before claiming he was going to go sleep off to the side in the sun. Said he didn’t want to accidentally cut someone with his claws and Wolffe didn’t really blame him. He had seen what those things could do to metal with enough power behind his swipes.

The matches had started well before Plo returned from making a Very Important Call Back To The Temple— in other words, calling Fisto. Probably. There was a chance he was talking to General Fae Koon or Commander Lissarkh or General Swan or Commander Sha Koon or a whole host of others, but it was more likely that he was talking to his Riduur instead.

But nonetheless, once he had returned the matches had been in full swing.

Wolffe had won a few against the others from the 501st and 104th. He had also tied with Rex twice, beaten him three more times, and lost once to him, lost to Commander Tano once (she was slippery and she bit him, but that was fair game apparently), and beat both Boost and Sinker one-on-two twice in the meanwhile. Ghost was unimpressed by the going-ons and was keeping score and the betting pool totals with Data— who was still banned from open-mat after he shattered Nox’s nose once. Cable and Comet were also sitting with them joined with Tup and another 501st who he didn’t recognize— a shiny, Wolffe was pretty sure. He hadn’t caught his name.

Plo had simply raised a brow but nodded to him before he moved to sit down in the grass by Monn (who was face down in the grass, asleep) and ended up sitting out of the matches as he watched. He was more amused than anything, and talking to those who wished to talk to him... before Skywalker had the great idea to challenge him.

Being the responsible adult, Plo had declined the first few times. But he eventually took Skywalker up on the offer, which had started a round of cheers from both battalions and more betting had begun. Ahsoka seemed particularly smug when Plo dropped his talon guards into her hands, the metal clinking as he walked into the circle of vod.

Skywalker had been flat on his back within moments.

( Ghost had smugly told him that he had gotten three months of cleaning duty foisted off onto Echo and Fives for betting against their General. )

So that had started all of the 501st on this weird sort of pride-based challenge and Wolffe was getting kind of worried. The 501st had a lot of men, and each and every one of them wanted to challenge Plo.

Rex had gotten the closest in actually downing the Kel Dor (of course, making swipes for his mask was an illegal move and would get the offender’s ass kicked by all six hundred or so of the 104th), but still, Plo was a tricky opponent. He was strong, nimble, and, despite his position as a Jedi, he seemed to know unarmed combat just as well as the rest of them.

And somewhere along the lines, Skywalker had challenged him again and they had both decided to get serious— or at least Skywalker had. Plo had simply chuckled but agreed and practically removed all of his robes, but his leggings and boots. Skywalker had already stripped out of his robes and down to his leggings as well, so it was hardly out of place but it had still been startling.

Plo Koon was not a man who showed off a lot of skin to people—because that was Fisto’s stick— and, although Wolffe had seen them before, he had startled with the rest of the Vod once he saw the ritualistic scarring of the Baran Do across the General’s body— The lines and curves, the script and runes that marked his place among the Sages of Dorin.

For the most part, though, the General was built like a very tall human. Slim, but muscular, the only difference was that was visible were Plo’s ribs that one just could see pressing against his skin, which was thicker than most other sentients.

Kel Dor had twenty-eight vertebrae that were thicker and longer than the human thirty-three, but unlike Humans, Kel Dor had ribs that went all the way from sternum to pelvis. But Wolffe knew better. Kel Dor were just as flexible as any other species.

Still, the scarring had caught a number of the Vod off guard, even Ahsoka and Skywalker had been startled when they saw it.

(Ghost hadn’t been. Ghost had seen Plo in more vulnerable states, bleeding out, choking on air— it was almost impressive how calm the 104th’s head medic could be.)

But the shock hadn’t lasted long, because Skywalker was rearing for a fight. And it was a fight they got. This wasn’t like the first time, where Plo simply swung his leg out and unbalanced Skywalker before throwing him to the ground— this was a real fight. Or as real as it could get without Plo gouging an eye out with his talons.

The fight ended in the 104th’s victory, of course, but that just got the 501st even more riled and rearing to go.

Which was where Wolffe found himself now, sitting on a rock next to where General Monn was sprawled out in the grass on his back now, eyes closed and leg twitching a bit. Ghost was sitting nearby as well, with Data, Cable, and Comet, keeping a tally of the betting pools.

Wolffe squinted, gaze zeroing in on the ring of scars that was on Plo’s shoulder. It was new, he was certain. How new, he had no idea— considering how the last time he saw Plo out of his robes like this had been well over two months ago— but it was newer than the Baran Do scars.

He kicked Ghost.

“Hey,” he grunted, “On the General’s shoulder, what happened there?”

Ghost grunted as he was pushed forwards a bit, turning and glaring up at Wolffe.

“First of all, never kick your Medic, I choose if you live or die, bark-boy,” he snarked before turning and looking back at Plo as he helped Wildfire back to his feet. Great, now their own Battalion was getting in on this? Wolffe sighed internally.

Ghost tilted his head before snorting. “Those are bite marks, Commander,” he said flatly.

“And?”

Ghost was looking at him like he was stupid. “Commander who in the entire Galaxy could possibly get that close to our General and leave a bite mark like that?”

In truth, Wolffe’s first thought was “General Ti decided to bite our General and there’s nothing we can do about it because it’s General Shaak Ti” before it clicked. Aside from Ahsoka, who wouldn’t ever bite Plo, there was only one other person who had teeth that sharp.

“Pray for me, vod,” he said dryly. “I have to punch a karking High Council member when we get back to Coruscant.”

“Rest in peace, Wolffe, he died how he lived— punching people out,” was all Ghost said in return.

Wolffe swears on his life, though, that Fisto was in for the thrashing of his life when the 104th got back to Coruscant.

“Don’t beat up Dad too much,” Comet spoke up. “Monnk will be sad.”

“Monnk is always sad at Wolffe’s life choices,” Data drawled, ducking under Wolffe’s swipe at his head.

“How about you just don’t pick a fight with General Fisto?” Cable suggested but both Data and Wolffe looked at him with raised brows.

“It’s Wolffe’s second favorite pass time, vod’ika,” Data told him, patting his fellow slicer on the head. “Asking him to not pick a fight with Buir’s Riduur would be like asking Commander Cody to stop punching Droids.”

“Or General Bultar, for that matter,” Comet added with a grin and the five of them paused before groaning as their General’s former Padawan’s habits.

“Kot to Banks. Poor guy,” Cable sighed before he gave Wolffe a look. “But seriously, don’t beat up General Fisto too much, you’ll make Buir sad.”

Wolffe just waved him off.

Lmao happy valentines day. I’ll have an actual romancey thing out later today or like tomorrow? Hell if I know I should be doing classwork hahaha

also literally what the fuck is Kel Dor Anatomy (you can find the long conversation I had on it here )

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cherryblossomriot · 3 years

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i had a dream the other day that was basically a dinluke cowboy au and it has been HAUNTING me, so just allow me to deposit it upon you like my subconscious drop kicked it onto me:

Luke is a disabled veteran who has returned from war one hand lighter and several scars heavier. When he returns, his family, who are heavily involved in the politics/military of this fictional land, don’t understand his now jaded and melancholic view of both the world, but also the ideologies that they so strongly believe in, leading him to constantly feel like an outcast even among the people that he so dearly loves. They’re all passionate and strong-willed, but they still don’t understand, not his struggles with mental health or his new perspective, and it just makes things worse and worse and worse. Anakin is a general, and though he’s seen the gruesomeness of war firsthand, he’s also become desensitized to it and has anger-management issues, so he often almost finds a sort of refuge within the chaos of battle, so he clearly cannot even fathom the emotions and trauma that Luke is trying to sort through, much less know how to deal with them properly. Padme is a senator and cares deeply about the crimes and seemingly senseless violence occurring during the war, but she’s also a politician and knows how to play the long game, so when Luke comes to her, he leaves feeling misunderstood and pushed aside. Leia is the only one who seemingly understands, as the pair of them have a deep, intrinsic bond, but she doesn’t fully grasp Luke’s moods and doesn’t handle his breakdowns and flashbacks well. So everyone feels a little upset, a little unsettled, and a lot like they don’t understand why and how Luke has changed, which leads to Luke feeling more and more out of place within his own family. The war ends relatively soon after Luke’s return, which leads to parades which leads to awards which leads to balls and banquets, all of which Luke is forced to attend, his heart dragging but his head held high, because he’s an Amidala-Skywalker goddammit, and we have a certain responsibility and image to maintain to the public and everyone who endured so much. So Luke has to sit there through awards and boasts of glory and mentions of battle scars and it goes on and on and on, and he has to smile and bear it and accept the medal that they’re giving him because he did such a great service to his country and-he has a panic attack. A nasty one that leads to him having to flee from a ballroom, and outside to the gardens. Once he’s there, he realizes that he doesn’t want to go back in. At all. So he runs away. He just picks a direction and goes, stealing a car on the way (this is a modern au but also fictional countries because I don’t want to get into real politics, hooo boy no siree). In the middle of nowhere, he gets caught in a storm and basically crashes his car and passes out.

But when he wakes up! That’s when the fun begins.

He’s in this cozy sort of bedroom, and this hot guy is fast asleep in the chair beside his bed, and is that a little kid in his lap? Anyway, the hot guy wakes up, introduces himself as Din Djarin in the softest, most attractive voice Luke has ever heard with his own two ears, and doesn’t ask him where he’s from or what he was doing driving in the middle of bumfuck nowhere at 3 in the morning, so Luke is obligated to have a lil crush on him, even though he’s not sure about the kid. So he asks, and Din introduces him to his son Grogu, who waves at him and signs hello, because, as Din explains, he doesn’t speak much, and the foster system wasn’t too kind to him, so he’s got a little bit of trauma to work through. And Luke just, instantly falls in love with this soft dad and his cute little son who can shift his features from the biggest, most pleading puppy eyes ever to the face of a demented gremlin who will try to eat the frog he caught in the backyard, no matter how slimy it is, or how hard it tries to wriggle out of his hands. Din tells Luke that he can stay for however long he needs, because Luke’s kinda injured from his accident, and anyway, once he’s healed up, they always could use another hand on the farm. So Luke stays, and he meets all of Din’s other farm hands (and shitty friends). There’s Boba, who doesn’t talk much, but when he does it’s always something slightly ominous and menacing, and Luke thinks that his name sounds familiar...hey wasn’t he on the news for robbing a couple banks a few years back?...no, surely not..., Fennec, who speaks even less than Boba, and manages to be far, far more intimidating, but also helps Luke with his prosthetic and gives him fun little tips that always sound more like she’s cut off a lot more limbs than she’s lost. Cara Dune (who is not gina carano but i digress) is also there, and she’s just constantly a harbinger of chaos, but will babysit Grogu whenever Din wants to brood and stare longingly into the distance (or at Luke who’s also brooding as the sun sets but shhh). Bo-Katan and the gang are there, and while Bo-Katan grumbles about how the old ranch boss had different/better methods on how to run things, she still follows Din’s lead and helps him with the finances and taxes. They all take to Luke like a wildfire, because Luke is a sunshine boy who can make friends with literally anyone and somehow manages to make Din not only smile but laugh, but also because they can tell he’s got a lot of trauma and pain bubbling just under the surface, and they all silently but collectively agreed a long time ago that they are the patron saints of troubled and lost souls.

When Luke gets better and starts to help out, he’s constantly upset with himself because he used to help out at his aunt and uncle’s farm in the summers when he was a kid, and he knows how to do this stuff, but his prosthetic is really throwing him off and his body has sustained a lot of other injuries that make doing manual labor a much more different experience than it used to be, but everyone is really patient with him and helps him out, especially Din. At one point, Din is so nice that Luke just loses it, because he doesn’t understand how Din can be so kind and so patient, and care about him so much, and kind of calls himself broken and useless in front of Din, and Din gets super protective and grabs his hands (real and prosthetic) and tells him that he’s not broken or useless, and you’re so sweet and wonderful, and can’t you see? Ever since you’ve been here, everyone’s been so much happier, so much lighter. You’ve brought something precious to us, but most of all to me. And they’re standing really close and for a second Luke thinks Din is going to kiss him, but instead, Luke realizes that he’s crying, and Din just wraps his arms around him and holds him.

After that, time sort of blurs, marked by things like Grogu climbing into Luke’s bed because he sensed that he was having a nightmare, and Din waking up to find the pair of them coloring in a serene silence, Luke getting the hang of ranch life and his prosthetic and dealing with his panic attacks and flashbacks as they come, and Din enduring relentless badgering from his friends because hey, if you don’t marry Luke, I will and Fennec, you’re a lesbian and that doesn’t matter, it’ll be a marriage of twink and butch solidarity. And all the while, Din and Luke are spinning closer and closer towards each other, two suns hurtling in their orbit to the other with an inescapable certainty.

When it finally happens, they’ve just gotten back from one of those cowboy dances (idk what they’re called...hoedowns? yeah okay) (and yes, I wanted to hit all of the cliches in the book, thank you very much), and Grogu’s fallen fast asleep on Luke’s shoulder. After they tuck him up all snug in his bed, they head out to the porch, because it’s raining outside, and the steady thrum of water droplets splattering on the roof and on the grass is the most soothing sound Luke has ever heard (aside from Din’s voice), and he’s a little too afraid to go to sleep and ruin his perfect night with a nightmare. They stand there for a while, silence binding them together, shoulders brushing every now and then, hesitant and questioning. Luke thinks about how Din had asked him to dance earlier, his lips tilted in a teasing, but achingly soft smile, and how his heart had pounded a tattoo to the shape of his ribs when they’d pushed up so close together, the fast, rowdy dances of the beginning of the night having faded to something lasting, something meaningful. Luke remembers the ball he’d run away from, how the dancing had been cold, almost jeering in a way, and Luke realizes how far he’s come, how different it is here. And suddenly, there isn’t a question in his mind anymore. He turns toward Din, who turns toward him, and when he leans forward, Din breathes an uncertain “Luke-”, but he doesn’t get to finish the thought. Luke kisses him, and he kisses back, and it’s just them. There are hands in hair and noses nudged together, and at some point, they move, without either of them releasing the other, into the house and into Din’s bedroom. Buttons are unbuttoned, and whole stretches of skin are kissed, and when it’s over, they curl up together, Din tucking his head into the crook of Luke’s neck and falling asleep there.

When they wake up, Luke explains why he came here, why he ran away, all the while Din looks at him with his beautiful dark eyes and runs his hands through Luke’s hair, which is catching the sunlight filtering in through the window and making him look like he has a halo, all the while never once condemning him for keeping it a secret this whole time. After he’s finished, he expects some sort of shocked reaction-after all, his family’s pretty famous, but all Din does is kiss him and ask, “Wait, so you have a twin?”

It’s so unexpected that Luke throws his head back and bursts into uncontrollable, and very contagious peals of laughter, and when he’s finally able to breathe again, he kisses Din’s forehead and murmurs, “I love you.”

Din, who has been touch starved and lonely for years (no time for relationships when you’ve got a business to run and a toddler to raise), tears up and kisses him, too overwhelmed for words. But Luke understands.

And then Grogu pushes his way into the room holding up a box of Frosted Flakes above his head and shaking it, as if to say, I’d like to eat now, please.

Din and Luke stifle their smiles into the other’s shoulder, and when they get up, Luke can’t help but think that he’s finally where he belongs.

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It takes approximately .5 seconds for all the others to figure out they’re together now, and Cara and Bo-Katan (of all people) start cheering immediately, to Din and Luke’s shock. Boba and Fennec grumble and begrudgingly hand over a huge wad of cash each to Cara and Bo-Katan because they thought it would take them at least another two weeks to get together. Din’s very done with his friends at this point, but he takes one look at Luke’s flustered but smiling face and decides he won’t kill them all this time.

And if everyone thought Luke was a lot of excitement for a humble ranch in the middle of nowhere, then they are in no way, shape, or form, prepared for when his very angry twin sister shows up with a himbo with a shit-eating grin and his 7 foot tall best friend she hired to track her brother down.

(needless to say, Boba punches Han within two minutes of interaction).

#dinluke #dinluke headcanon #dinluke fic #skydalorian #luke skywalker #din djaren #bo-katan kryze #fennec shand #leia organa #they just love each other a lot #and i am but a conduit of that love #Han takes one look at Boba and decides it's his life mission to just annoy the shit out of him #he stays away from fennec though #she's very scary #and she has no time for his dumbass #leia is even more angry and hard to deal with than she usually would be #because not only has her twin brother been missing for like four months #but she has had to deal with han thee peak dumbass solo for at least a week and its driving her insane #Chewwy fits right in #he hangs out with fennec and they go out and shoot cans together #leia hears that luke and din are together now #and she's like #you saw one (1) dilf and couldn't help yourself could you #and din's like #what's a dilf????#and luke is like #it means you're very hot #and leia rolls her eyes

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cosmicbash · 3 years

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Fuck it.

I got possessed by a Pelly ghost, or my heavy duty flu medication I'm on and somehow started and finished a Pelly smut prompt in like a half hour, so, to that anon who asked-

Here's some completely unedited, messy ass, probably nonsensical Pelly smut from my medicated ass. I hope you enjoy it 👏

This shit is like 2.5k what the FUCK

Colson and Pete liked to fool around.

Not just in the childish prank war or food fight type of way either. Alot of times their goofy little games quickly changed genres to something more adult. It was hard to avoid, what with the drugs, their chemistry, and the allure of something taboo that came with kissing your best friend.

It never got much farther than handjobs and side by side circle jerks though, and even those felt weird for the first dozen times. Colson didn't really think of himself as bi, or pan, or queer, or whatever the hell they were calling dudes who also jerked off dudes in between banging hot chick's nowadays. Mainly because he didn't jerk off dudes. Just one dude. Pete. He had some stupid exception made in his head for the younger comedian that seemed to cross every and any boundary he tried to set.

So yeah, they fool around. They kiss, they bite eachother, hump, stuff hands down one another's jeans just for laughs, sometimes they even cuddle, but not in an after sex kind of way, just a, move over your couch isn't big enough for me and it's pointless to watch a movie together in the guest room kind of way. It's weird, but not? Colson can't ever seem to put too much thought into whatever he and Pete have going on before he gets distracted or develops a headache.

They're just friends. He thinks.

But. Then again, that doesn't explain how they've ended up here in the comedians bed again. Pete's mouth warm and wet against his own. Kissing him in all the ways he feels like he kisses girls, stealing away his breath and sending a warm tickle down his body all the way to the tips of his toes. It's so different from the usual leading position he finds himself taking in every other hook up that Colson can't help but find himself carried away by it. He would probably be content to lay back and let Pete kiss and fondle him for hours if the brunette didn't always find some stupid joke he had to make and interrupt the mood.

So far tonight they're off to a good start though, maybe a bit too good of one with how his jeans are already down around his ankles and his cock is slick between Pete's tight fist.

Colson can barely remember what stupid creepy unsolved case files episode they'd been watching on the TV before he jokingly asked Pete to distract him from his paranoid thoughts. Rarely did weed and suspicious murders weigh lightly on Colson's head. He'd spent a whole week after humoring one of Pete's marathons of the show utterly convinced his stylist was out to secretly kill him. People are just so unpredictable its scary.

Like Pete. His mouth might be up pressing against his one second, and down sucking and biting on his tatted nipple the next. It's jarring how random his best friends actions seem sometimes. Like, just when Colson thinks he has Pete's rhythm figured out the comedian senses it and decides to switch things up on him again.

Last week Pete had called Colson weird for curiously flicking his tongue over one of the other man's hard nubs. Outright laughing at his attempt for foreplay and spinning some joke about breastfeeding and asking Colson to call him mommy until the rapper had abandoned the idea altogether.

Yet here the little hypocrite was, absolutely moaning into his chest while he did the same thing. Free hand stuffed down his own sweats where he's crowded himself between Colson's legs.

It shouldn't be hot, Colson wants to give the same incredulous laugh at his best friends actions and tease him just the same but his throat feels tight and his body electric at the attention. Like Pete knows some secret trick he hasn't yet deciphered that swaps the nerves in your tits and your dick around to drive you wild.

Instead he just moans. Head tipping back and lips parting for a "Fuck- Petey-" before he carts his fingers through soft short brown hair. Maybe it's just the combo of jacking off alongside it, or his pain kink coming back to bite him in the ass. He can't say, but Pete's teeth gnawing softly at his nipple makes his dick squirt just a little more precum with every jerk.

He feels like he might be close. Hips kicking up softly from the mattress when Pete's mouth travels in hungry kisses across his chest to suck at and nibble on the other.

It's weird. Pushing invisible boundaries yet again but Colson doesn't want him to stop.

He's hardly participating at all too, one arm thrown above his head to grab at the head board and help arch his back, while the other is still glued to the back of Pete's head like it has been since they first kissed. Usually their flings are two sided, fists racing in their jerks to make the other come first, not self indulgent like tonight where he's hardly touched Pete's dick at all outside of a few over the clothes gropes.

It's got that question nagging at the back of Colson's mind again. Why they're doing this? What he's getting out of opening himself up so vulnerably to his best friend's traveling hands and wandering mouth?

The invasive thoughts are so distracting for a moment that Colson doesn't even realize Pete's traveled souther until he has the electric shock of wet lips sealing around the tip of his dick. Eyes bursting open and heart racing because Pete's kissing him somewhere new. His best friend's fucking taking his dick into his hot warm mouth for the first time.

And holy fuck does he love it.

"F-fuck-" Colson feels like a teenager getting his first blowie again with how his hips instantly jerk up and his fingers tighten around hair.

Fuck fuck fuck, Pete is swallowing his dick down too fast for him to watch. He knows the comedian has a big mouth but christ, it can't be that deep can it? There's no way Pete has sucked dick before and not told him, they share everything, and until this moment, he thought the disinterest in tasting dick was a big one of those things.

But apparently not, because the comedian is slurping obscenely and sucking all over the tip and length of his dick like a lollipop offered to a man starved. It's so attentive that Colson doesn't even mind the few moments where he cock clumsily slips out of the other's mouth and bumps against a scratchy cheek or blunt teeth. It's amazing.

Colson definitely knows he must be close now. His neck feels stuck in a permanent arch back, face burying itself in the croon of his arm while he moans and curses, and pleas for Pete to not stop.

Less than delicate fingers fondle his balls and spit slips down between his legs but Colson only loves it all more. He wants to fuck his best friends face. Stuff Pete's head down hard and bury his cock down the comedians throat to paint the next couple jokes that come out of his mouth white. He tries to push though and finds a strong resistance, Pete's immediate gag and flinch back easily overpowering his weak shove.

Then the hot mouth is gone. Ripping an embarrassing whimper from the rapper's lips before he can catch it. The quick thrust up of his hips and stretch of his toes to try and kick his way back up into Pete's mouth ignored.

Colson's just about to whine and curse, and bitch at Pete for being such a fucking stupid tease when that evil mouth descends yet again. This time skating down over the long vein stretching the length of his dick to go even lower. Tongue and teeth finding his balls to offer attention there instead.

Now his curse is more breathy, and his hips arching up higher. Because holy fucking shit Pete is sucking and tugging on his balls like an expert, fist back around the base of his dick to pick up where it left off.

"God, Pete- Pete-" Colson's own hand has abandoned soft hair to clumsily grab at his own thigh. Fingers slipping and struggling to find purchase on sweat slick skin so that he can help hike his legs up a little higher to get Pete going lower. Every inch of his sack begging for the same attention that's fluttering across it. It takes a few swift kicks to free his one foot from his jeans but when he does it only lets his legs spread open wider. Every part of him arching and opening itself up for Pete to see with no flash of the usual shame he feels from even stripping his pants off all the way around the comedian.

He just needs more. He's so so close and Pete's tasting him like someone starved.

His dick is leaking, precum streaming out in more consistent spurts and oversensitivity just starting to tingle at the tip with every twist of Pete's wrist. Colson knows he's going to come, his neck is twisted and his face pressed hard against the hard wood of the headboard from all of his stretching and kicking to guide Pete lower and it should hurt but he can barely feel any of those aches over the chills he gets when both of Pete's hands suddenly grab him by the thighs and yank him down a little. Uncharacteristically rough in their manhandling until Colson is blinking blearily up at the bland ceiling and trembling because his ass is leaving the bed. Pete's nose bumping against his balls and tongue swiping over his taint.

The noise that bursts from between his parted lips doesn't even sound human at this point. Something between a wheeze and a moan while the room spins and his best friends tongue abruptly drags flat over his asshole to top off the absurdity of the whole night.

Colson's fingers are still cutting sharp into the back of his thigh though, grip only tightening as his body moves on its own to pull his knee closer to his chest. The bump of Pete's fingers near his own tingly in every good way.

There's no backing out now, he's losing his mind in the rush of everything, all thought flying out the window to make room for a mantra of, fuck, please, please, Petey, please- until there's another lap tongue against his hole and a fist curling back around his neglected dick.

He only lasts another few jerks. Pete's mouth sucking and humming around the rim of his asshole while he paints his own chest. Tongue out in a long moan and eyes rolled back into his head until he sees stars. It's so good. Colson can feel he body rocking and twitching with every spurt of cum, and Pete's tongue isn't slowing either. Pressing and licking until it has wiggled its way inside his ass and the moans coming from his mouth wind their way down into whimpers from overstimulation.

Colson's legs drop fast, snapping down from his grip like his fingers are a broke rubber band to catch on Pete's shoulder. Over the blood rushing in his ears he can hear Pete moaning, fuck, he can feel it against his skin. It's desperate, so much that eventually the comedian isn't even licking or tongueing him anymore, just mumbling and bumping his mouth between the rapper's cheeks in escalating fervor.

Colson's brain is still too busy rebooting for him to properly appreciate how fucking hot it sounds. He can hear the wet slap of Pete's dick too, skin clapping against skin with what he can only guess is lightning jerks of fist.

"Fuuuuck-" Pete's finally the one cursing, his whole body jerking up from where he's been burying his face between Colsons legs to scramble up onto his knees. Sweats shoved down around his thighs, dick all shiny and almost purple while he moans and jerks it off in front of him. The leg Colson had dropped down on Pete's shoulder half rising with him, caught before it can slip by the comedian extra hand to keep it high and his back arched before the man comes. Hot spurts burning Colson's skin everywhere it lands between them. Especially across his own balls and inner thighs, Pete not stopping until he's half stumbling forward to crush the blonde and cum is peppering thick drops against Colson's twitching hole too. His groan long and deep while he watches.

The visual alone is enough to make the rapper's spent dick twitch. Heart beat quickening and face burning hotter in embarrassment over how blissed out his best friends expression has become once their eyes finally meet.

Pete's going to kiss him. He can see it clear as day in those honey brown eyes and that wet pout of lips.

He just narrowly avoids it with a fast slap of hand across the comedians mouth after Pete drops forward. His own knuckles bumping hard against his teeth with how close of call it is, and Pete's nose poking softly at his cheek.

"Fuck dude-" Colson still feels shaky as he speaks. Head twisting sideways away from Pete's repeated bump and weak smooch against his palm before he continues. "No way, fuck, man, your tongue was just in my ass-" Even saying the word out loud burns Colson's ears and makes his thighs tremble a little. "Gross, gross, gross dude!"

"Mm, sowwy-" Pete's mouth is still pressing with its kisses, his words half mumbled and slurred by the flat press of Colson's hand that refuses to move.

"Fuck." The heat of the moment finally fading Colson can't help but find himself cursing again and again. "Fucking fuck-" a hysterical laugh is bubbling up his throat and with it a couple dozen more that burst free with a shake of his shoulders and a light shove at Pete's face so he can rub his hand over his face instead. "You fucking licked my ass-"

"I know-" Pete sounds downright apologetic where he buries his face against one sweaty tatted shoulder but Colson can only shake harder. More and more laughter coming until he's almost in tears repeating it yet again.

"You ate my fucking ass Pete!" It's so funny he almost can't breathe. Boundaries and embarrassment aside the reality of the situation finally settling in just has Colson cackling in disbelief. "Oh my god dude-"

"I- I got caught up in the moment-" Pete's face is redder than he's ever seen it when Colson peeks out from behind his hand, and if he could laugh harder he would. But he can't so instead he smiles. He smiles as wide and as big as he can until his cheeks hurt up at his ashamed best friend.

"And you called me a weirdo for licking your nipple dude?"

He is never letting Pete live this down.

#stealing metalheadkells format again #because its the superior formatting for fics #and i have no idea if this is any good #or if it makes sense #but #i hope its readable at the minimum #so accept some rushed surprised #cozy fic #pelly #fanfiction #prompt

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