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asgardianangel · 2 years

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Perfect One-Shot

Ignacio/Nacho x reader

Warnings: Strong language, Verbally and emotionally abuse (not from Nacho), Violence, protective! Nacho, fluff with a tiny bit of angst

“You okay baby?” Ignacio asked noticing you staring at him under the moonlight in the comfort of his bed “Just admiring you Nachito” he huffed lightly at the nickname given to him by Lalo you loved teasing him with it. He then caressed your cheek lovingly. It reminded you of when you both first met.

It was at his Father Manuel’s automobile shop six months ago and it started off as one the worst days of your life because you were stuck in a toxic relationship with a man who wouldn’t let you go a day without being clutched in his jealous rage. Always criticising what you wore and the unwanted attention you got from men sometimes his own asshole friends. You just had enough at this point.

As always, he wanted to upgrade his shitty Honda car that day in midst of another fury of an argument. You couldn’t even understand a single word he spouted as he was ranting that fast.

Calling every insult under the sun you sat there in the passenger seat numb almost used to it. He ended it with a slam of the car door making you jump. Sighing in relief you sat up looking around to see him talking to an older man.

Opening the door, you got yourself out after a little breather and single tear wipe. A group of men you assume mechanics made their way to the car. Saying a quick ‘hello’ to them you messaged your best friend telling her about today’s argument.

“Are you okay?” An unfamiliar voice asked looking up you saw a rather handsome man. His hair was shaven and he carried a tough but friendly demeanour in his deep brown eyes as his face carried concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine just relationship things I guess”. You brushed it off with a sniff.

“I think the whole shop heard the way he spoke to you just now and I know it's none of my business but no man should ever speak to a woman like that.” You were grateful for him speaking against your ex’s behaviour when others would choose to ignore. You just needed an opportunity to escape the douchebag having no support other than your best friend f/n. Who would occasionally offer you place to sleep on some nights when things would get worse.

“Thanks for your concern but I'm used to it by now.” You said looking to the ground but the man held your chin making you look at him. “He’s a cabron (asshole) and you have to get out of it before things become not only insults you understand?”

You laugh a little at his insult but he was right. “It’s not as easy as it looks” You huffed.

“You will find a way I promise my name is Ignacio by the way but my friends call me Nacho my father owns this shop” He pointed towards the older gentleman talking to your ex behind the till.

“Nacho hm? I’m Y/N” You smile. Ignacio was about to continue the conversation when he heard his father call him.

“I gotta go remember what I said” he reminded scratching the back of his neck.

Watching as he walked back inside the shop feeling yourself blushing a little.

‘What a nice and might I say very handsome man’ You thought to yourself almost dreamily.

Abruptly snapping out of it you saw the face of the man you hate yourself for falling for storm over to you.

“You think your so fucking sly, don’t you?” he spat with venom. You stood up a little crossing your arms so tired of it.

“I don’t know what you are talking about Nathan”

His face tenses with rage as he got all up your space

“You're a little bitch do you know that? Flirting with every guy you fucking see even lowlife mechanics now” He accused viciously

Looking down you fight against his insults by saying “I wasn’t flirting in fact everyone on this premises heard what an asshole you are to me” Looking up at him putting emphasis on your fire back.

“What’s gotten into you huh?” He questioned like you were the stupid one.

“What’s gotten into me?” You repeated. “You are the asshole bringing me down and causing arguments because you are so insecure, I can't even breathe in the same direction as other men let alone look”

At this point he snapped at your words gripping your arm tightly you winced at the pain “I am so sick of your attitude you slut” He seethed.

Looking at him dead in the eye you tried pulling out of his grip “let go Nathan! "You said loud enough for workers to stop what they were doing and watch the commotion.

“I think we should go home now fuck this shop I'm not having you act like a slut here.” You looked over his shoulder to see Nacho who was wiping his hands on a cloth his eyes burning with anger at the scene.

“I’m not going anywhere!” You yelled looking back at Nathan.

His hand raised to a fist and you prepared to what you have been expecting for some time now. Closing your eyes expecting to feel the blow

“HEY!” Nathan turned around and didn’t have time to react to Nacho’s fist meeting his face.

Thud!

He fell to the ground Nacho gazed at you with a smile wiping his hands together. His face turns serious staring at Nathan who was cleaned up his bloody nose with his trembling hand. Nacho grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket and slammed his shoe on his hand preventing him from moving. “If you ever touch her or even look at her ever again you will have me to deal with. Understand?” Nathan was too scared to speak you always knew he was a weak little boy inside. His shoe crushed his hand further “DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!” He yelled in his face.

“Yes, I will not touch or look at her again” His voice trembled with fear. You felt like laughing a little seeing the man that made your life a living hell almost on the verge of tears.

“Good. Now get the fuck off this property before I beat the living shit out of you” Nacho removed his shoe off his hand and whistled to a co-worker who gave him Nathan’s keys which Nacho threw on top of Nathan

Scurrying like a mouse off the ground he got into his car and floored it leaving only dust behind.

You gazed back at Nacho who held a smirk “Well he won't be bothering you anymore” he moved closer to you and started caressing your cheek. It’s been a long time since you felt affection “You, okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, thank you Nacho” You smiled before placing a kiss to his cheek noticing a bit of blood on his knuckle “I wish I could repay you somehow but I'm not in the best place financially”

Chuckling a little he shook his head slightly holding onto your hand “That's okay how about I take you out for a drink sometime” He suggested.

Not giving it any thought, you agreed

Time passed and you have never been so happy what a good boyfriend he truly made even after learning about his side ‘job’ it didn’t you away from him thinking of that saying ‘nobody is perfect’ but in the back your mind

Nacho was...

#nacho varga #fanfiction #better call saul #oneshot #better call saul fanfic #nacho varga x reader

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ff-imagines · 3 years

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Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He… would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.

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chocolate-parfait · 3 years

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Ok weird request if it’s to hard don’t do it scenario fluff where Theo/Mc have a newborn baby and how Theo is like like um he takes care of the baby by himself for the day this is so weird I’m sorry if it’s to hard u don’t gotta do it LOL

Not weird at all! I hope you like it, I felt very soft when writing this ;u;

Also imagine this: Theo has to take care of something but he's holding the baby. Arthur is the only person around but he doesn't wanna see the smug grin on his face when he's holding HIS child. Begrudgingly, he passes them to his bestie saying "You may hold the child. Once." idk it made me smile

also reference to than one meme that went "you may spank it, once."

A father's heart - Ikemen Vampire (Theo)

Sitting on the velvet armchair in the stillness of a spring afternoon, Theo held his beloved bundle of happiness with his arm, lulling it up and down, chasing away any possible disturbance from their sleep. Softly humming an old nursery song that stayed with him throughout his childhood, he gazed attentively at the small face laying on his chest, memorizing every small detail with a love and care he reserved for particularly beautiful paintings only. The baby's eyes were now closed, a peaceful expression on their face, but when they were open, there was always a bright spark of inquisitiveness, and they looked around with great curiosity; many had told him that they were of the same sky blue as his own, and whenever such comments emerged during conversations, they'd go straight to his chest, filling it with pride and joy. To his biggest dismay, he was no artist and had no talent for art, but he firmly believed that this was the greatest creation he could ever achieve, even in a thousand lifetimes. No masterpiece could compare to the feeling of holding his own child between his arms; it was the creation of your love, a mixture of you and him, yet completely original and unique on its own.

As he lazily swam through such pleasing considerations, a wide smile forming on his lips unbeknownst to him, a small hand reached up to grab his collar, half-opened blue irises trying to get used to the cozy light permeating the parlor. A small whine, then another, slightly louder than the previous broke the still atmosphere.

“Feeding time, already? Let's go get you some milk then, little one.” Sitting up, Theo strolled out of the warm room, walking downstairs towards the kitchen. Passing by the dining room, he met the local pianist's grimace with a glare of his own. Yes, the baby was crying. Yes, he knew how much Mozart disliked loud and annoying sounds. BUT! They were his baby angel's, and as such, he accepted no manifestation of displeasure around the child. Even when their diaper was full of smelly excretions or their throat sore from crying out loud the whole night, they still were one of the best things that had ever happened in his life; alongside you and Vincent, obviously.

After finally reaching the kitchen counter, Theo skillfully prepared the feeding bottle (one of the many gifts from Comte's trips to the future) and turned on the stove to heat the milk. As he waited for everything to get ready, he took out a pacifier from his breast pocket, and offered it to the baby, in the hopes of distracting them for a couple minutes. In the meantime, the art dealer's best friend and worst nightmare stepped into the small room, eyes full of mischief like usual.

“Who do we have here, the inseparable duo! Already having some attachment issues, are we?” Despite being met with just a grunt, Arthur kept his Cheshire grin in place and moved closer, cooing in delight as a joyful giggle came from the small creature. “How can you treat me so coldly, when even your own newborn adores me so much?～” When, after saying such words, Arthur spread his arms as if inviting the child to escape their own father's embrace, Theo turned the other way, looking even more annoyed than before. “There's no way in hell I would be giving YOU my kid of all people. You'll probably drop them.”Another giggle from the infant. “What kind of criminal are you trying to paint me as!”

As their banter went on, gradually louder than the previous whines that had disturbed Mozart so much, the art dealer swiftly poured the warm milk inside the bottle, letting it cool down a bit before sitting down in the dining room, Arthur following suit behind him. Any complaint and half insult that was flying in the air before, completely quieted down as both men's attention caught sight of the newborn calmly drinking. As the bundle's small hands gripped the bottle, Theo lost himself in the sight before him. Seeing the baby alive, safe, and contentedly drinking the milk like a starved man made him realize once more how lucky he had gotten in this second life of his.

“Theo.”

Thinking back, if you hadn't stepped in and convinced him not to throw his life away for revenge then he, you and your child wouldn't be here.

“...Theo!” The man immediately snapped out of his thoughts when his friend snatched the bottle away from him. “You're feeding them too much! Also, you have to...” Immediately understanding what needed to be done, Theo gently held them upwards and rubbed their back, waiting for the cause of discomfort to disappear before finishing the bottle feeding session, ignoring the other's teasing look.

Parting ways from the English writer, the chestnut-haired vampire took his dozing infant to the nursery, lovingly tucking them in their white cradle. After doing so, he did not immediately go away, instead remaining there by their side, gazing at them with a peace and quiet that would trick one into thinking that his aquamarine eyes were his brother's instead of his own. As he smirked at the realization of how uncharacteristic this tenderness was of him, gaze focused on the baby's sleeping face, he felt a pair of arms sneak around his waist, hugging his body in a tight embrace. Immediately recognizing your gesture, Theo turned around and held you back, closer still. You had barely been out for a couple hours, and yet he had missed you so dearly. The family would never be complete without you.

Carefully tucking those thoughts at the back of his mind, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Had fun in town today?”

“Surely not as much as you did. You look so relaxed, darling. That loving expression, it suits you.”

“It's all thanks to you, liefste”

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the-lady-of-stars · 4 years

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Feeling you

Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: I am writing some mega fluff as a warm up for the angst I’m gonna write later. This is my first time writing for Din so this is just me figuring out how to write his character. Please send in any requests for Din :)

Summary: You ask your boyfriend what he looks like under his helmet. Lots of soft Din plus a cheeky first kiss.

Night time had arrived, and you were laying with your head in Din’s lap as he sat on his cot. He was busy reading something off his holopad, mindlessly running his fingers through your hair. You gazed up at his helmet as he read, mind wandering to what he looked like underneath. You respected the way he followed the creed more than anything, and you’d never ask him to break it for you, but you still couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like underneath. Din had taken off all his beskar except his helmet, leaving him in nothing but a pair of sleep pants. Mind still turning, you reached up and brushed your fingers along the jagged scars that adorned his chest, trailing them over the puffy marks.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, mesh’la?” Din cooed, the soft tone of his voice amplified by the modulator. He put his datapad aside on the bed to focus on you, trying to figure out what was causing the gentle smile that sat on your lips.

“Just thinking,” you replied, smile widening.

“Oh? And what would you happen to be thinking about, hmm?”

“You.”

“Me? What about me, pretty girl?”

“Your face. What you look like.”

Din paused for a moment, a brief panic washing over him. Did you want him to give up his creed? He didn’t blame you. Who could ever fall in love with a man without even knowing what he looks like. Din tensed, self-doubt building up in his stomach. He knew you felt him grow tense due to the furrowing of your brows, your lips pulling tight.

“Din?” you sat up to straddle his lap, and stroked the side of his neck, the Mandalorian leaning into the touch.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you more, cyar’ika. You shouldn’t have to wonder what your own boyfriend looks like,” he spoke softly, a sad lilt to his words. Din looked down, not wanting to meet your eyes through the visor.

“Hey, no,” you shushed him, “Din, look at me, my starlight.”

Ever so gently you tilted Din’s head up to face you, eyes tender and warm.

“Din, I love you. I love you more than anything. I don’t care if I never see your face, that doesn’t matter in the slightest. Never has. It’s you I care about. You took me in, let me stay with you and the baby. You gave me a family Din, someone to come home to. You’ve always looked after me, kept me safe, given me your heart. That’s all I could ever ask for. You make me so happy, Din. So happy.”

Din felt his heart racing, beating so hard like it was trying to jump out of his chest and straight to you. You already owned it, he knew that. The tears pricking at his eyes just confirmed it.

“Thank you,” was all he could bring himself to say, the words barely audible through the shaky breath, voice wavering through trembling lips.

You smiled, an affectionate smile which stole the breath from Din’s lungs. Taking his hand, you delicately brought it up to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, pulling you into his chest, tucking your head under his chin.

“I love you,” he whispered, as though if he spoke too loudly you would disappear into the night like a dream.

“I love you too,” you matched the quietness of his voice.

Din held you close, mind racing when an idea popped into his head.

“Play a game with me, Cyare?”

“A game?” you questioned, untucking yourself from his neck to look at him.

“Mmhm,” he hummed. “A guessing game. You tell me what you think I look like and I’ll tell you if you’re right or wrong.”

You laughed lightly, the sound making Din’s pulse speed up.

“Okay, sure. A game,” you reaffirmed.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. What do you think I look like,” he purred, an element of amusement to his voice.

“Hmmm, well- the hair on your arms and chest is dark brown so I’m gonna assume it’s the same up top. Correct?”

“Uh huh. Good job, beautiful. What else?” you could tell Din was smiling from the sound of his voice.

“I assume you’ve got an awful case of helmet hair. With that thing on all the time it’s gotta be pretty scruffy looking,” you smirked.

Din laughed heartily at that, chest shaking.

“Scruffy lookin’? Who are you calling scruffy lookin’? You’ve never even seen me and you’re insulting my hair?” Din reached up and rubbed his hand over the top of your head lovingly, messing up your hair. You cackled, wiggling away from his hand.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you laughed, “I’m sure you’ve got beautifully styled hair and absolutely no trace of helmet hair whatsoever. Wait- are you bald? You could be! Do you shave your head?” You got excited, a wide grin spread across your face.

Din couldn’t contain his laughter this time, tipping his head back as his shoulders shook.

“N-no, no I’m not bald, Cyare,” he finally choked out when he regained his breath, still snickering.

“Okay great, scruffy brown tufts of helmet hair it is then. Final guess.”

“Final guess? You sure? Going with helmet hair?” he beamed.

“Yup!”

“Yeah okay you’re right. I’ll give you that one. But to be fair there aren’t all that many products to keep your hair smooth under a bucket.”

You bothed laughed again before Din prompted you to guess his eye colour.

“I always imagined them brown as well. Like a dark brown. Am I right?”

“On the dot, Cyare. You sure you haven’t been taking a peek while I’m asleep?” he joked, pinching your cheek playfully.

“Ooh! What about facial hair! Do you have a beard? I’ve been imagining stubble but maybe you’ve got a goatee or something, I don’t know. But if we are sticking with the scruffy rogue bounty hunter look I’m gonna go with some stubble. Very sexy, if you ask me.”

The more you spoke the harder Din laughed, his hands gripping your waist.

“Sexy, scruffy rogue bounty hunter. Should add that one to my resume. I’m gonna take that as a compliment and say yes to the stubble- as tempting as it is to grow out a goatee.”

“Hey I think goatees are great, I won’t stop you,” you snorted.

“Well?” Din prompted. “Happy with what you’ve learned?”

“Oh definitely. I love whatever it is you’ve got going on under there.”

Din chuckled, leaning in to pull you into a Keldabe kiss.

“I wish I could kiss you properly,” he sighed. Suddenly Din froze, pulling away slightly.

“What is it?” you asked, noticing how hard he was thinking.

“I’ve got an idea,” he spoke. “Stay there.”

Din rose and began to turn off all the artificial lights, making sure you were swamped by the pitch black darkness of night. He covered the viewport with the small curtain, blocking out the light of the stars.

“Din, what are you doing, I can’t see a thing!” you called out.

“That’s the point,” he replied, making you jump from how close he had gotten without you knowing. “You can’t see me at all, right?”

“No, not in the slightest.”

“Great, so if I were to do this-” the next thing you heard was the hiss of Din’s helmet being removed, and a thunk as he set it down on the floor by the bed. You gasped, realising what he was going to do.

“Din, what-”

He shushed you gently. “Nothing’s keeping us apart now,” the sound of Din’s unmodulated voice wracked your body with goosebumps. He could feel your skin prick up beneath his hands as he lay them on your upper arms. “I can finally give you everything you deserve, and I don’t need to break my creed to do it.”

“Din-” your voice wavered, hands beginning to tremble. It was finally happening. Din was here in front of you, his face exposed, more vulnerable than he had ever been yet feeling so right. He trusted you so much, letting down his guard for you only. His hands slid from your upper arms to meet your hands with his, carefully bringing them up to meet his face. There was no resistance this time, no cold metal barrier to block you from the warmth of his skin. Your breath hitched as your fingers met short stubble, the gentle scratch pleasant, familiar despite being new.

“I’m here, Cyar’ika. I’m all yours, every part of me.”

Slowly you moved your hands to trace his features, running over his jaw, across his cheekbones, up to his brow. He was perfect. Everything you had ever dreamed. Your lack of vision made you more sensitive to every touch, more goosebumps pricking your skin as his eyelashes fluttered against the side of your thumb. Your final destination was his lips, tracing your thumb across his lower one, the smooth, plump skin trembling beneath your touch.

“Din,” you spoke for the third time, his name the only word you could muster. The word left your lips more as a sigh than speech.

“Kiss me,” he breathed, the words sending a shiver through both of you.

You couldn’t stay apart from him any longer, tilting your head to unite yourselves as one. His lips pressed smoothly into yours as though they had been made to fit, tenderly meeting each other with all the love in the world. You heard Din’s breath hitch, his hands wrapping around you to pull you into his lap. You cupped his jaw, thumbs stroking it adoringly. Neither of you even thought of separating, moving your lips together in a wordless declaration of love. After a moment you were both robbed of breath, having to pull away to pant against each others mouths, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

You didn’t move from that position until the next morning, spending the whole night straddling Din’s lap, making up for all the kisses that you hadn’t shared before. Your Mandalorian loved you, and he’d do anything to prove that until his dying day.

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impala666 · 3 years

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The One With The Boobies Part Three (Make Things Right)

This part is a little longer, but Chandler and Joey have a moment about the reader.

Last Part (Part Two), Series Masterlist

You had just let Joey’s dad’s mistress Ronnie, into the apartment while she and Joey both waited for him. Chandler sat on the sofa having a conversation with Ronnie, while Joey paced back and forth by the door anticipating his dad’s arrival. You wanted nothing more than to go out to a bar and ignore everything, or even go back over to Monica and Rachel’s and vent and hide and drink wine there. But even though you and Joey had just broken up not even ten minutes ago, you couldn’t help but feel the need to still be by him while he was freaking out. You just guessed that it was the habit of being the girlfriend even though you weren’t anymore. “You see, most people, when their pets pass on they want them laid out like they’re sleeping. But, occasionally, you get your person who wants them in a pose like, ah, chasing their tail,” Ronnie mimicked the motion as she explained to Chandler. “Or, jumping to catch a frisbee.” To which she mimicked the pose again, like a dog jumping up to catch a frisbee in its mouth.

“Joey, Y/N, if I go first I want to be looking for my keys.” Chandler joked to the both of you. But Joey couldn’t wipe off his angry face and you still haven’t wiped off the look like you wanted to cry. And Chandler noticed that you had been looking like that all night. But Ronnie didn’t have a problem laughing out loud, to which Chandler shot her an appreciated smile.

“Hey, Joe.” Joey’s dad greeted his son as he walked in the door and nodded his head to you in a greeting.

“Dad. Ronnie’s here!” Joey announced with fake joy and a fake smile. Because if he were being honest, he was devastated about what was all happening at once. First his mom and dad, and now you and him.

“Huh?” Big Joey asked. But he shifted his gaze to behind Joey when he saw a certain someone wave over his way.

“Hi!” Ronnie smiled and waved at the older man.

“Hey!” Big Joey laughed in surprise. “Hello, babe! What’re you doing here?” He asked her as Ronnie stood up and made her way to meet him in the middle.

“Well, you left your good hair at my apartment and I figured you’d need it for your meeting.” Ronnie explained as she went over to her purse and pulled out what looked to be a toupee and handed it to the man.

“Thank you,” Big Joe said to her before everyone in the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. You and Chandler looked at each other to decide who broke the silence, and you shrugged to him deciding that he could have this one as you ran over to stand by him so you didn’t have to stand in the middle of the awkwardness.

“So, who’s up for a game of Kerplunk?” Chandler offered, which made you laugh a little. It was just so random.

“Look, I, uh...I shouldn’t have come.” Ronnie finally came out and said. “I better get going, I don’t want to miss the last train.” She started to gather her purse and the rest of her things, but Joey’s dad had another idea.

“No, no, I don’t want you taking that thing this late.” He told her.

“Oh, where am I gonna stay? Here?” Ronnie asked him, like it was a ridiculous idea. Which she was right, it would have been very very weird.

“Woah-ho.” Joey protested as he held the door open for her.

“We’ll go to a hotel.” Big Joey offered his mistress another solution, but once she agreed and they tried to make their way out the door, Joey had his own plans.

“No, you won’t.” Joey told them as he closed the door.

“No, we won’t.” Ronnie announced to Joey’s dad.

“If you go to a hotel you’ll be… doing stuff.” Joey insinuated. “I want you right here where I can keep an eye on you.”

“You’re going to keep an eye on us?” Big Joe asked his son, almost like he was feeling insulted. Considering the thing that went on between his son and you. The thing with Ronnie should have been the least of his concerns.

“That’s right mister, I don’t care how old you are.” Joey told him, to which you rolled your eyes at him. “As long as you’re under my roof, you live by my rules. And that means no sleeping with your girlfriend.” You couldn’t believe Joey pulled that card that every parent loved to pull on their kids so they wouldn’t do something that the parent didn’t want the child to do. But in this case it was the parents turn.

“Wow, he’s strict.” Ronnie somewhat joked to the man’s father.

“Now, dad you’ll be in my room. Ronnie, you can stay in Chandler’s room.” Joey offered. That meant you, Joey, and Chandler would have to have another awkward conversation about who was sleeping where and why. You just weren’t sure where you were going to sleep just yet. But one thing was for certain, you were not sleeping on the floor. You lived with two men in their twenties. Who knew what was on that carpeting.

“Come on, I’ll show you to my room.” Chandler offered to Ronnie as Joey Sr. started to make his way to his son’s room. “That sounds so weird when it’s not followed by “No, thanks. It’s late.” Chandler announced to you and Joey as Ronnie waved good night to Joey Sr.

“Okay, now this is just for tonight. Tomorrow you gotta make a change.” Joey quickly grabbed his old man’s arm to have a last talk with him, before probably having a talk with you. “Six years is long enough.”

“What kind of change?” His father asked him with worry in his eye.

“Either you break it off with Ronnie,” Joey started.

“I can’t do that.” His dad pleaded.

“Then you gotta come clean with Ma. This is not right.” Joey told him flat out that it was just not okay.

“But,” his dad started but that’s all he got out.

“I don’t wanna hear it. Now go to my room!” Joey told his dad, ending the conversation where he wanted to end it. He was done talking about his whole thing with his dad and Ronnie. With that Joey Sr. sauntered off to bed and Chandler came out of his room closing the door to give Ronnie and the three of you some privacy.

“So, are you two sleeping on the pull out couch and I’ll sleep on the floor?” Chandler asked, not really thinking much of it.

“Actually, I think you two should stay here and I’ll go stay at a hotel or something instead.” You told them, thinking that the idea to hide out in a hotel room didn’t sound so bad.

“What? Why would you do that?” Chandler asked, to which you shrugged which wasn’t going to be enough for him. “Okay, that’s it. The both of you have been moping and not saying a word to each other the whole night. Are you guys fighting or something?”

“Wekindofbrokeupactually.” You mumbled as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you what was that?” Chandler asked, putting a hand to his ear pretending to try and hear you better.

“We broke up alright.” Joey told him for you.

“What happened?” Chandler looked between the two of you. Joey’s hands on your crossed over your chest and your face looking at the floor, while Joey’s hands were on his hips while he avoided any kind of eye contact.

“It just didn’t work out.” You told your brother honestly.

“Well, whether it worked out or not, I’m not letting you go to a hotel by yourself either.” Joey told you, making you roll your eyes at him. How dare he care about, you joked to yourself in anger. “I’ll go.”

“No, I said you two stay here so you two are staying here. I’ll just go ask Mon and Rach if I can sleep on their couch. I just need to sleep in not this apartment right now.” When everything was silent between the boys and the three of you looked at each other, you could tell that they were okay with it. “Okay, now that that’s settled, good night.” You plastered on as fake of a smile as you could and walked over to hug your brother, which he reciprocated.

“Good night,” he smiled at you. Maybe it was for the best that you were sleeping over across the hall, it gave him the chance to talk to Joey about all of this.

“Night, Joey.” You bid him as you quickly walked passed him, Joey could see you tense up as you barely even looked at him as you walked passed him to get to the door. As you walked out he couldn’t help but feel his heart sink into his stomach, he never meant to hurt your feelings. But maybe once you knew the real reason why he broke up with you, then the both of you could go back to being really great friends.

You walked over to Rachel and Monica’s and knocked on the door as you felt tears coming up and a knot building in your throat. You just really needed your girlfriends right now. “Hey, what’s going on?” Monica asked you as she opened the door, Rachel stopped doing whatever she was doing when she saw you at the door with tears in your eyes.

“Joey and I broke up.” Was all you needed to say before you cover your face with your hands and let out a sob. The sobs became louder when you felt your friends safely and lovingly wrap their arms around you, bringing you into a big hug.

******

Joey and Chandler:

He couldn’t sleep, he just couldn’t sleep. He was worried about everything; his dad cheating on his mom, breaking up with you and you thinking that he didn’t love you, not having you sleep next to him, and above all else, trying to sleep in his underwear. Hey just kept tossing and turning, kicking his feet just to get comfortable. “Hey, kicky.” Chandler called Joey, trying to get him to stop moving. “What’re you doing?”

“Just trying to get comfortable. I can’t sleep in my underwear.” Joey complained.

“Well, you’re gonna,” Chandler told him flat out. You might have been into that, but he was not at all.

“I’ve been thinking. You know how I’m always seeing girls on top of girls?” Joey asked after he sat up in the bed, thinking about the relationships that he had been in.

“Are they end to end or tall like pancakes?” Chandler joked as he sat up.

“You know what I mean,” Joey told him, trying to get Chandler to be serious. “How I’m always going out with all these women. I always figured when the right one comes along I’d be able to be a stand-up guy and go the distance, you know? Now I’m looking at my dad, thinking…”

“You’re not him,” Chandler reassured him. “When they were all over you to go into your father’s pipe-fitting business, did you cave?”

“No,” Joey answered him. Not really sure where he was going with this.

“No. You decided to go into the out of work actor business.” Chandler accurately joked with him. “And that wasn’t easy, but you did it. And I’d like to believe that when the right woman comes along, you will have the courage and the guts to say, “no, thanks. I’m married.” Chandler honestly told Joey.

“You really think so?” Joey asked as he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to you and picturing you as his wife.

“Yeah, I really do.” Chandler said as he tapped him on the shoulder. “You're imagining Y/N as your wife aren’t you?” At first Chandler hated the idea of you and Joey but after seeing how well you cared for each other, he could see on Joey’s face that he already missed you.

“Yeah,” Joey admitted glumly.

“Then why did you guys break up?” Chandler genuinely asked, hoping to know both sides, plus he was a little concerned when he clearly heard you crying in the hallway.

“She broke up with me because she thinks that I don’t love her because I couldn’t say it in front of my dad.” Joey told him.

“But you love her, don’t you?” Chandler wondered, after Joey’s dating streak he had to make sure you weren’t just another conquest.

“I love her more than any girl I’ve ever been with.” Joey told him honestly. “Hearing her crying in the hallway made me die inside. But I decided to end it with her because I want her to do all that she wanted to be and become who she wants to be. She just got to New York and I want her to find herself first.”

“Does she know this?” Chandler asked, not believing how much the dork next to him loved you, but Joey shook his head. “Then you better tell her, I don’t want to see her crying like she did today, and if she does… I’ll punch.” He tapered off with a weak threat.

“Thanks, Chandler.” Joey fake swooned as he went to lay his head on Chandler’s shoulder.

“Get off.” Chandler told him making Joey laugh to himself as he laid down on his side to finally get some sleep, so that he could actually be honest with you about what he wanted for you.

#friends rewrite #friends #Joey Tribbiani #joey tribbiani x reader #bing!reader #sister!bing #chandler bing #monica geller #rachel green #phoebe buffay #ross geller

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Mini Fanfic #821: Welcome Back to Smash Town (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

5:54 p.m. Outside of the Smash Mansion......

Pyra: Rex!~ (Rushes Over to her Boyfriend)

Rex: Pyra!~ (Rushes to Pyra and Hugs Her Lovingly) You guys are back!

Pyra: (Hugs Rex Back Lovingly) That's right. And I am SOOO SORRY we left you in that mansion alone!

Rex: (Gives Pyra a Reassuring Smile on his Face) It's fine, Pyra. I know you it wasn't on purpose or anything. Plus, I managed to keep myself fairly busy around the mansion for a couple of days before Star Wolf arrived here yesterday. So it wasn't all bad. Ooh! And Mr. Caroso convinced me to write you love poem in Spanish! It's...not done yet, but I really hope you like it at least!

Pyra: (Giggles Softly) I'm sure I'll lobe every word of it, Rex. I'm glad you were you doing okay here.

Rex: Yeah. I'm pretty glad too in a way. But what about you, Pyra? Did you had a good time at Isle Defino?

Pyra: I did for the most part. We did quite a lot throughout the week: Eat out, have water balloons fights, sightseeing.....

Rex: Did the place have spas there as well?

Pyra: Yep. I went there myself and It was a nice experience. One of the Spa instructors was even kind enough to give me instructions on how to do a proper back massage. I can try giving you one someday if you like-

Rex: YES!.... I...I-I mean....Y-Yeah. Sure. (Chuckles Awkwardly While Blushing) I wouldn't mind having one at all if it's uh....(Makes his Way Inside the Mansion Along with Pyra) No problem with you, of course.

Pyra: (Giggles Softly at How Cute Rex is Being Right Now) Whatever you say, Rex~

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Samus: (Watches Ridley Tries to Flirt with Dark Samus From a Distance With Fox, Chun-Li, and Li-Fen) Never thought I would see the day when these two idiots are falling for one another.....

Fox: You think they'll be an item soon?

Samus: Probably. Highly doubt it'll last though.

Chun-Li: I wouldn't be so sure about that, Sammy. Anything is possible for those two if they really care that much about each other.

Li-Fen: Yeah. I think they're kind of cute together.

Samus: (Shrugs) Eh. Still not feeling it. I'm going inside-

Chun-Li: (Sudden Grabs Samus' Hand) Wait, Sammy! Before you go inside, do you wanna do something special tonight back at my place?....Just the two of us?

Samus: Yeah. I'm down. (Gives Chun-Li a Playful Smirk) What's the plan?~

Chun-Li: (Starts Blushing While Shyly Rubbing the Back of her Head Back and Forth) W-Well I...umm......

Chun-Li starts whispering the details into Samus' ear. It wasn't long before the Bounty Hunter's eyes begins to widened and cheeks starts blush in deep interesting and excitement.

Chun-Li/Samus: FOXY!!!!

Fox: (Gets Startled by the Sudden Yelling) What!? What is it?

Chun-Li: We're so sorry for asking you this out of the blue and all, but-

Samus: You mind taking care of Li-Fen for the night for us!?

Li-Fen: ('GASPS') A night with Uncle Foxy? (Happily Hugs Fox) Yay!~ Can you, Uncle Foxy?

Fox: Guys, we got back here a few minutes ago. Don't you it's bit too early for me babysit-

Samus/Chun-Li/Li-Fen: PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?~

Fox: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay. Okay. Fine. I'll look after her for the tonight. Happy?

Chun-Li: (Immediately Pulls Fox into a Hug) Thank you so much, Foxy!~ I'll be sure to make it up to you very soon. I promise!

Samus: (Ruffles the Top of Fox's Head with a Bright Smile) Same here, man. You can count on it.

Fox: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) Uh-huh. Just enjoy your date night already, alright?

Li-Fen: I hope you two have a great time together tonight!

Chun-Li: Thanks, honey. (Kiss the Top of Li-Fen's Forehead) Take good care of Uncle Foxy for us, okay?

Fox: Hey! I can take care of myself just fine-

Li-Fen: (Happily Salutes to her Mother) Yes, ma'am!

Fox: (Groans While Facepalming Himself)

Samus: Good on ya, kiddo. Now, in the meantime....(Whispers to Chun-Li's Ear) Take my ass to bed~

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly While Carrying Samus in her Arms) Yes, ma'am~

Chun-Li/Samus: See you two in the morning!~ (Immediately Making Their Way to Chun-Li's Place)

Li-Fen: (Happily Wave Goodbye to the Couple) Bye, Mom! Bye Momma Samus! Have a goodnight!...Wait. (Turns Back to Fox) Why are they going to bed earlier? It's not even nighttime yet.

Fox: It's best not think about it too much, kiddo.

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Coco: (Hugs Tails Lovingly) Welcome back home, buddy~

Wave: (Ruffles the Top of Tails' Hair) Had a good time out there?

Tails: (Smiles Brightly) Yep! Besides mom and dad got arrested, it was great.

Coco: ('GASPS') Oh my gosh. Seriously!?

Waves: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) How did all of that happened?

Tails: It's... kind of a long story actually. But I'll tell you about it later. How have you girls been while I was away?

Coco: (Smiles Brightly Again) Pretty good. We started hanging out a few days.

Tails: Oh really?

Coco: Yep. We did quite a lot actually: Eat out, shopping, gaming, even watched a movie together.

Wave: Needless to way, it was....fairly decent for the most part.

Tails: That's great! So I guess that means you two are finally getting along now, huh?

Wave: (Shrugs) Yeah. I guess so....(Points at Coco) Still think she's annoying twerp though.

Coco: (Immediately Glares at Wave) Really? Even after making amends, you STILL wanna throw insults?

Wave: Hey, just because we tolerate each other now....(Crosses her Arms While Smirking at Coco) doesn't mean I'll ever stop thinking of you as one.

Coco: Oh yeah? Well, I still think you're an irritating, smart mouthed, know-it-all, and you don't see me blurting it out to you at the last second!

Wave: Doesn't change the fact that you already blurted it out, little miss Einstein.

Coco: Don't get smart with me, birdbrain!! And stop rolling your eyes everytime I talk to you!!

Wave: I can roll my eyes whenever I damn well please, twerp!

Tails: (Sighs as He Watches his Two Friends Arguing Back and Forth With One Another With a Bit of a Sheepish Smiles) It's good to be home....

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Rouge: (Squeals Happily at What is in Front of Her) Knuckie!~ What gotten you so dressed on and handsome this evening?~

Knuckles: (Wearing A Decent Looking Tuxedo) I wanna take you out on a date tonight. (Starts Blushing a Little) To celebrate your homecoming and junk....

Rouge: Oh honey~ (Gives Knuckles a Loving Hug) That's so sweet and romantic of you~ Thanks~ (Kiss Knuckles on the Cheek Before Pulling Away and Making her Way Inside the Mansion) I'll go change!

Knuckles: Wait. Right now? You're wearing a dress already.

Rouge: (Turns Back to Knuckles) This is a beach dress, Knuckie. It's obviously not as stunning compare to what you're wearing.

Knuckles: ('Tch') Pleased. You're already stunning enough as it is.

Rouge: (Giggles Softly Before Coming Back to Knuckles and Playful Pinching his Cheek) You're sweet~ But my mind's already made up. Gotta look my best every and then, you know?

Knuckles: ('Sigh') Fine. (Follow Rouge Inside the Mansion) Just don't take too long.

Rouge: Don't have your tie in a bunch, 'hon. We have all night.

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Kyoko: (Gasps Loudly at the Pianta Like Plushie Dark Pit Given Her) What are these!?~

Dark Pit: Your souvenirs. I think it's supposed to be some legendary hero of the island or whatever. Hope you guys like it.

Kyoko: Pitto-Kins, I will love and cherish this plushie for the rest of my life. (Happily Hugs her Plushie) Thank youuuuuuu!~

Misako: (Smiles Softly While Holding a Plushie of her Own) Yeah, babe. This is sweet. You didn't have to go out of your way to do this for us.

Dark Pit: (Shrugs) Eh. It wasn't a big deal. I thought about the two of you throughout the trip. So I decided to get you something nice. You guys have any plans ?

Misako: Other than seeing your cute face again, I'd say we're free for the most part. Why asked?

Dark Pit: Wanna go to the Hotsprings together? There's supposed to be one in town somewhere.

Kyoko: Oooh! You mean Troops Hotsprings? (Smiles Brightly) We can totally go there together!~

Dark Pit: Cool. You know where it is?

Misako: Yeah. It's a few miles, across the street from here. Pretty cheap for the most part.

Dark Pit: Bitchin' (Turns to Pit) Pit-Stain! If anyone ask, tell them I'll be at the Hotsprings. (Starts Walking Away With his Two Girlfriends)

Pit: 'Kay! Have fun! And don't fall asleep in the water like I did!

Misako: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Fall asleep in the water?

Dark Pit: I'll explain later.

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eepytheartist · 3 years

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TTTE: Magic Beyond the Engine

Greetings guys, gals, nonbinary pals and everyone in between. Welcome to the Information Page of TTTE: Magic Beyond the Engine, where you can get context to whatever the hell I post on here. There’s a lot and much is subject to change, so buckle up butter cups because we’re going for a ride.

Table o’ Contents

1. Basic Story

2. Characters

3. Personal Headcanons

4. Canonical Relationships within TTTE: MBtE

5. Other Notes

6. Link

I) Basic Story

Several years ago in the year 20XX, a facility located in [REDACTED] was doing experiments involving a mysterious golden substance and what it could do for the human race. Its goal was to eliminate the need for high-maintenance engines to save money. However, much of what was done ended up being a total flop, except for one. A little girl, Madison [REDACTED] was the only successful trial the facility was able to produce. This girl didn’t know why or how she even got here, but knew that her family didn’t want her, and instead gave her up to this [probably very illegal] facility. For years the scientists running the experiment pushed her to her limits, training her to pull lines of cars weighing several tons. They were delighted by what she could do. They had finally compacted the strength and speed of an engine into a human. However, bad luck struck as the facility went belly up, when Madison was 21. News of the facility spread, and so did news about her. Humanity didn’t take her well, and she was labeled an outcast. Though, in the light of things with her negative fame, Sir Topham Hatt found out about her and thought she’d be a wonderful addition to the railway along with the new tank engine he just bought! So she was picked up by this cheeky little shit, and her story working alongside sentient engines unfolded.

II) Characters

A) Thomas

The one who picked up Maddy. He was awfully confused by her, but respected her nonetheless. Still his cheeky self that everyone seems to just adore, Thomas quickly became best friends with her, protecting her whenever she needed it. Thomas sometimes gets a little too cheeky, and pushes her off the edge. Pranks ensue and Thomas is usually left bumbling for apologies. Who knew something so small could be so dangerous. He also commonly gets called ‘Tommy’ by the wee lass, something he absolutely despises. It only fuels her need to use it.

1) When human, Thomas stands at about 5′ 7″ or 170 centimeters. He’s clad in a simple hoodie that matches his paintwork with a big 1 on the back, and plain khakis. He wishes he could have something else, but he doesn’t get paid and his driver and fireman refuse to lend him money. His hair is fluffy and rather short and is a few shades darker than his paintwork. Maddy likes to braid it when she’s bored and he hates it. Her favorite part though, besides honking his bulbous nose like he was a clown like she does with James, is his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of ocean blue. If he wasn’t such a shit, she’d get lost. He can’t brag though, she basks in all the colors her friends have.

“Why does she get to swear and I don’t? It’s not fair!” ~T

“Maddy’s an adult, Thomas.” ~E

“Well so am I you old fart!” ~T

B) Maddy

Little Maddy. Don’t call her Madison, she hates it with a passion and refuses to explain why. She currently stands at the age of 21, but looks much younger. She had overheard at the facility that a side effect of the mystery stuff was that she aged like an engine, so she could be around for hundreds of years if she wasn’t stupid. At just 5′ 3′’ or 160 centimeters, Maddy is the shortest out of all the engines on the railway, even Bill and Ben. Her hair is a medium shade of brown, kind of long, and it mostly covers one of her eyes, which are, as Thomas describes, “As if the sky could make steel.”. Shy when you first meet her, Maddy is quick to come out of her shell and be just as much of a shithead as Thomas and as angry as James, if not worse than the two combined. Her outfit was rather simple, a dark scarlet hoodie with her number on it, and dark grey or black leggings. She liked it that way, she looked good and it was flexible and comfy. When she first arrived with Thomas, she felt something click with James, despite him being an utter jackass to her. After begrudgingly showing her around and having to shunt trucks, the duo became good acquaintances. It wasn’t until after James’ accident that the two became best friends, being asshats together and generally being a happy sight. He’s the one Maddy is generally seen with if she’s not working on her own. Soon enough, though, something started brewing within her heart.

“Ah crumbs, he’s in a mood.” ~T

“James is always in a mood.” ~M

“Fuck both of you.” ~J

C) Edward

Ah, Old Iron. He was there when Thomas and Maddy first arrived to the island. Like most that laid eyes on her, his main worry is that she was itty bitty. Usually calm and collected unless something goes majorly wrong, Edward was quick to unknowingly swoop her under his wings. When Thomas started poking fun at him for being fatherly, Edward nearly keeled over. An engine can’t father a human, can they? He guessed they could as soon after Maddy just gave a shrug and accepted the Number 2 as her father, after being given away by her own. It didn’t take long for Edward to actually father her, asking how her day was, sometimes folding her laundry, comforting her, scolding Maddy James, y’know, dad stuff. He earned the name ‘Dadward’ from her, and his heart melts every time she says it.

1) As a human, Edward looks like a kindly old man and a youngin’ at the same time. He stands just a bit shorter than James at 6′ or 183 centimeters. With short, almost midnight-blue hair, Edward is the perfect gentleman. He even has a small pair of gold glasses that set snuggly on his nose. His eyes are a lovely shade of steel blue, something he gets flustered about when Maddy compliments him. His outfit consists of a white dress shirt with a dark blue tie, a blazer matching his paintwork with his number on his right arm and dark grey dress pants. He’s not usually in his human form, but when he is, Maddy unusually asks for a lot of hugs..

“Will you two leave her be?” -E

“But look how red her face is!” P&T

“FUCK THE LOT OF YOU-” ~M

D) James

Ah, James. One half of what his friends call “The Red Disasters”. He’s still his normal, vain ass self. He has a soft side, everyone knows it but virtually no one can get to it. Except Maddy, who can get to it quite easily. Though, when they first met, all he did was make fun of her. Well, they made fun of each other, but still. They had the complete opposite of favorite jobs, they still do and always will. James loves pulling coaches, she hates it. She loves trucks, he despises it and always tries to weasel his way out. It usually doesn’t work. He’s earned many nicknames from her: Jamsey, Jimbo, Buzzy, Buzzy Butt, the list grows. Two of them came from the mistake about telling her the story about the bees, the other.he’s not too sure. What he is sure of, though, is that Jimbo has spread than to more than just her and he hates it. It fuels her though, so he’s gotta be careful. Originally, though, James didn’t know what to think of her. After the accident, his boiler felt all fluttery and he pushed it down to just being ill. He had to learn the hard way about what romantic love was. He knew how to flirt, it got people to love him more! But what that flirting did, though, he was completely foreign to.

1) At 6′2′’ or 188 centimeters, James stands as the third tallest among the main eight. When he still had his black livery, James’ human form basically had him looking like what I can simply describe as a butler, though he had a vest and a red tie instead of all black. After, though, he had quite the change. His long, black hair now had dyed red tips and his right ear had a cute little heart piercing. Hair covers most of his left eye, which is what Maddy lovingly described as, “You managed to make the color of red rust beautiful.”. He thinks his hair looks cool only according to Maddy. He usually wears a long-sleeve, dark red button-up shirt with three dark grey stripes on both arms and grey pads on his shoulders. His number was sewn onto his left breast. Maddy pokes fun at him for looking like a band geek, but she nonetheless likes it. His outfit is simply finished off with grey pants. Sometimes, though, he’s seen wearing a solid red hoodie that Maddy got him. He won’t admit that it’s his favorite piece of clothing.

“Honey Bee, you’re acting irrational-” ~J

“DON’T MAKE ME GET THE BEES-” ~M

“NOT THE BEES-” ~J

E) Gordon

There isn’t much to say about Gordon. He’s his usual, grumpy self. We all know deep down he’s a good engine, though. Gordon’s...rather indifferent about Maddy. He doesn’t dislike her, but he doesn’t see her appeal either. Nonetheless, she’s an awesome part of the team. She does the most important job: listening to James bitch so they don’t have to. Of course, though, like the rest of the team, he’ll defend her if need be. Gordon has a heart, he just doesn’t like to show it.

1) Gordon’s the tallest, at 6′8′’ or 203 centimeters. Everything about his human form is perfect. His hair is just a tad darker than Edward’s and a teeny bit shorter. He keeps it slicked back most of the time, but it’s hilarious when he has bed head. Maddy got a picture once and sent it to James just in case he forced her to delete it. Just like most of her friends, Gordon’s eyes were her favorite, they were a blue similar to his hair, but a few shades lighter. Maddy remembers a time she complimented them and Gordon puffed away all red in the face. His outfit consists of a three piece suit, in his paintwork color of course, a white shirt and a red tie. His number is on his right breast.

“The Express isn’t that important.” ~M

“Why I’ll tell you-” ~G

“Is her intent just to piss him off?” ~E

“Yes. It’s both of ours.” ~J

E) Henry

Maddy’s favorite engine besides James. Thomas is insulted that he isn’t even considered one of her favorites. Henry gushed over her the first time she came. He must protect the small. Love the small. If James suddenly didn’t exist, Henry would be her go-to. She adored puffing through the forest with him, looking at all the trees and wildlife. Maddy would take pictures of flowers she’d find while strolling through and Henry would just ooze over them. Once she showed him a photo of a squirrel holding a wild flower under an oak tree whose leaves were just started to turn different colors, and the big engine cried with joy. He requested she print the picture out so his driver could carry it for him, and she did. It was his absolute favorite.

1) 6′6″ or 198 centimeters, what a height to be. At second tallest, Henry is the definition of a gentle giant. His resting face looks nervous, but he’s usually not nervous at all. His hair is a forest green, not too short, not too long. Actually, Maddy’s favorite part of him is his chicken-wing bangs. Of course she loves his eyes, which are a lovely jade green, but the bangs take the cake, Whenever they hang out, she likes to play with them when he talks about plants. He finds it comforting. His outfit is literally just a more modest and fancier workman’s outfit, but matching his livery, with his number on his right breast. It made sense, since he was usually one to do heavy work.

“You don’t like the rain either?” ~H

“The last time I went out in the rain I derailed Percy.” ~M

“Why were you even out in the rain!? You’d catch a cold!” ~E

“Fat Man said I was the only one available and told me to suck it up. I did catch a cold. James tried making me soup, remember?” ~M

“What do you mean tried..?” ~H

“He forgot to cook the chicken beforehand. I got salmonella.” ~M

“So that’s why you were bedridden and wouldn’t talk to him for a week after..” ~H

G) Percy

Ah, little shit number two. Thomas’ partner in crime. When he first met Maddy when he arrived, he teased her relentlessly for being short-tempered and short in general. After giving him the silent treatment though, Percy was a bit nicer. He and Thomas still tease her plenty enough, but they tease about things she usually won’t kick their asses for. He likes Maddy now. Plain and simple.

1) Second shortest, 5′5″ or 165 centimeters. He holds those two inches with pride. Percy uses them against Maddy very frequently. Maddy won’t hurt him though. She physically can’t. His little baby face, those big ol’ light green eyes, that short light green hair, his cute little outfit [which consists of a shamrock colored shirt, black suspenders held up by gold buttons, and dark green shorts]. If he was any smaller Maddy would die. James sometimes gets jealous by how much she gushes over Percy, but doesn’t exactly blame her. Percy’s adorable and he damn well knows it.

“Ha, you’re short.” ~P

“You’re short too.” ~M

“I’m taller than you.” ~P

“Won’t be for long when I take your kneecaps.” ~M

H) Emily

Ah, Emily. The first girl engine she met. They made damn good friends, too. They gossiped whenever they had a chance. Maddy usually talked about shit James has said, and Emily just gossips about anything and everything. They were will to throw hands for each other, with Emily more willing to for Maddy. Maddy would throw hands just as an excuse to do it. Emily still loves her, though.

1) Emily currently stands at 5′8″ or 173 centimeters. She isn’t as girly as she looks, either. Her hair is short, with half of it buzzed off. Maddy would describe her as someone punk-ish. Of course Emily’s personality doesn’t reflect that at all, she just chose to look like it. She’s the only other engine besides James to have piercings, usually with two black on on the top of her ears and hoop earrings to pay honor to her engine build. Emily was a little more casual than her friends, usually seen wearing a simple green dress matching her livery. Her eyes were a very dark grey, almost black, with flecks of brass scattered in there. Maddy told her once that she was the prettiest girl she’s every seen and Emily nearly crashed.

“James being a bitch again?” ~Em

“What do you mean again?” ~M

“I can hear you.” ~J

“I know.” ~M

I) Others

Other characters consist of secondary characters within the story who do not play as big a role. There are a few who teeter on the edge between primary and secondary characters, such as Duck, Donald, Douglas, Diesel, Diesel 10, and Lady. They play an important role, but not enough so to have their own descriptions. Diesel’s..y’know, Diesel, the twins think of Maddy as their long-lost sister, Duck..well, they like to poke fun at James together when he’s not droning about the Great Western Railway, Diesel 10′s goal is to get her to say something about Lady, and Lady...no one’s really sure yet. Then, as of right now for true secondary characters there is Oliver, Toad, BoCo, Bill, Ben, Mavis, and Salty. There’s more to come, but that’s what I got right now.

III) Personal Headcanons

-The engines can eat and taste in both forms. They don’t know where it goes when they’re engines and don’t feel like finding out.

-James learned to cook for Maddy when she couldn’t for herself.

-For the longest time, James was the only engine with his own phone.

-He learned hip language and Maddy started regretting every choice in her life.

-Maddy comes to Salty for him to tell her stories when she’s bored.

-Rain is Maddy’s one weakness since she has no way of covering herself.

-She, along with her friends as humans, run with skates that reflect their wheel configuration. The wheels retract when not in use. [I’m thinking about switching to roller blades, we’ll see.]

-Maddy intentionally starts beef with the Scottish Twins because she thinks the fighting is hilarious.

-Thomas will occasionally beg Maddy for a cotton candy sucker. Specifically cotton candy. She doesn’t know why either.

-Thomas initiated a prank war with her once. He lost.

-Gordon once bet her that she couldn’t pull his heavy goods. His driver was out 30 bucks because of him.

-Maddy tortures Duck with duck puns.

-Maddy still trick-or-treats for free candy.

-Emily once convinced Maddy to derail James for the fun of it. She was subsequently chased around the island.

-James is the ultimate flirt and he uses that against Maddy, who flusters very easily.

-Percy loves Teddy Grahams.

-Edward likes loves to tell others about his daughter. Maddy does not. He is becoming too dad-like.

-The Scottish Twins know damn well that Maddy simps for their accents and they intentionally use it against her if they can.

-Maddy knows about Diesel’s ducklings. It’s the only reason she decides to befriend him.

-James utterly hates Diesel for many many reasons.

-Like many others headcanon, Thomas can’t cook. He fucked up a cup of ramen once and Maddy still refuses to let him live it down.

-Edward refuses to let Thomas and Percy swear. They hate it. James and Maddy know this. They swear more because they can’t.

-James and Maddy are at a tie for worst potty mouths. The twins don’t count. That’s not fair.

-Oliver thought Maddy was an engine for like a month before he met her.

-Maddy dislikes the Mainland. Not the engines there. They’re cool.

-If Maddy isn’t around, James sleeps in her bed with her hoodie.

-Henry worries for Maddy all the time. More and Edward and James combined. He just doesn’t show it.

-Gordon says he has no opinion on Maddy, but he really does like her.

-No one knows where Maddy’s really from. She won’t tell them either. Not even James or the Fat Man really know.

-Want more? Just ask!

IV) Canon Couples within TTTE: MBtE

~James/Maddy

~Edward/Henry

~Emily/Thomas

~D10/Lady (In the past)

~~We’ll see about others as the story progresses~~

V) Notes

- Lady is the reason the engines have sentience. She is not the reason for their human forms. That will be explained later.

-Maddy is much more resilient than an average human, which is why most accidents don’t just straight up kill her.

-As stated before, Maddy can now live for hundreds of years if she’s careful enough. She won’t age as fast as a normal human, so who knows how long she’ll be baby-faced. Not that she cares, more opportunity to trick-or-treat.

-The engines can get frisky, but no babies. Don’t even think about it.

-Maddy will eventually give in and buy beds for all her friends to give them an opportunity to sleep like she does.

VI) Link

Silly me, I forgot to give a link to my story! Shame on me for making you search, that won’t happen again, here you go!

Sodor’s New Worker

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And that’s really it. If you have any questions, please please please please please ask!

UPDATED: August 3, 2021

#sodor's new worker #TTTE: MBtE #ttte james #ttte maddy #ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte emily #ttte percy #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte oc

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I wonder how they boys would react if they saw mc kissing one of the pther boys and if they confront her she explains they just made it official

I honestly think they would all react similarly for each guy. However, there is one exception that I think would be a lot different for one of them. These are more sad than happy so I apologize. The very end will have spoilers but I will give a spoiler warning before in case you want to stop reading. More under the cut~

Lucien:

He sees MC with one of the boys, holding hands and even giving each other a little kiss.

His eyes widen and his mouth parts slightly as he breathes in a small gasp.

It was unexpected.

And to see it right before his eyes, confirming MCs relationship made his stomach stir.

It was more of a shock than anything. He wouldn’t have reacted the way he did if MC had told him about her relationship prior from seeing them in the act.

However, he only smiles. A sad smile you could say.

He doesn’t believe he deserves MC and tells himself deep down that they would’ve never ended up together.

He can never be fully honest with her and he knew that would get in the way of any serious relationship they could have yeah unless you decide to ditch these dumb beliefs and open up more, be more honest with both yourself and MC

The thought pulls on his heartstrings but he continues to ignore it as it only ends up distracting him in the end.

He continues to support and encourage MC because he truly cares for her. However, he does end up pulling himself a bit away from her as well.

He stops talking about more personal things and things about himself. He says it’s because he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries but it’s also because he can’t stand the thought of not being with her so he will kill those emotions by distancing himself

Victor:

To be quite honest, he doesn’t take it as well as the others.

Jealous 101

That stick up his ass is just deeper now and he says stupid things out of jealousy.

He even questions MC about her relationship after meeting with him for a proposal.

MC: My relationship?

Victor: What is it you see in him that captured your heart hm?

MC doesn’t really know how to respond since this seems very out of character for Victor but also pretty normal since he asks the most random things at times.

He continues to stare at her, waiting for a response, but eventually looks away and insults whoever it is with something similar to “he must be a moron” as he continues to go through the papers on his desk.

This strikes a nerve with MC,

MC: What is that supposed to mean?

Jealousy + Victor = “You’re an idiot”

Keep in mind that he isn’t necessarily rude all the time and is just more tsun dumb gotta make it seem like I’m mean but not that mean

It takes time for it to sync in for him but he hates the thought of MC being with someone else no matter what. He just comes to terms with it eventually.

Shaw:

Right now, with what we have on him, he’s probably the one who is most ok with it.

He doesn’t prioritize relationships and is more drawn to what’s entertaining and fun for him.

He figured out that being in MCs company turns out to be interesting and enjoys the time with her because of this.

He involuntarily talks about more personal things at times but he hides most of everything from everyone.

The best way to put it for him is: He’s butthurt

He’s a bit pouty that someone took his “source of entertainment” and continues to tell himself that she was that and ONLY that.

But later, he feels a sort of emptiness after not being around MC as much as he used to.

DENIAL! HES IN DENIAL!!!

Even though MC is in a relationship with one of the other guys, this doesn’t exactly stop him from being buddy buddy with MC. Boundaries? Who’s that?

He knows what’s crossing the line but also doesn’t change the way he acts towards MC. tbh would probably tick off whoever she’s with

But overall, he doesn’t put as much thought into it as the others. He’s more disappointed than heartbroken if we’re talking about the Shaw we have right now.

Kiro:

Baby boy babie.

He sees MC in public being held lovingly in the arms of another man.

The sadness in his eyes is clear as crystal, however, he snaps himself out of it, telling himself that he’s being selfish.

Kiro wants all good things for MC even if it means being with someone else.

He may even wave to her with a bright smile.

He doesn’t necessarily want to talk to whoever it may be as he still feels very flustered from just seeing them.

He’s afraid he may say something selfish but ends up laughing everything off like he normally does.

It’s a bit off from his natural behavior and MC notices, so she sends him a text later that day asking if he was ok.

“Don’t worry! Just have a lot on my plate right now but I’ll be recharged in a week Miss Chips!”

He puts his phone down, lays on the bed, and stares at the ceiling for what seems like an eternity but eventually falls asleep and wakes up with a fresh start.

He’s still as friendly as ever to MC and watches out for her but keeps his distance as well because he respects personal boundaries.

Gavin:

He notices MC with another man, one he has met before. The young boy in love side of him gets jealous upon seeing them together but he’s an expert at hiding it.

It was only when they held hands that his cool facade came tumbling down.

The look of shock on his face remained there for a long minute and his heart crumpled.

He’s been in love with this girl most of his life, hoping to god that one day he could reunite with her and never let go.

He was just too late.

His love for her is so pure and deep that this doesn’t change anything for him.

He vowed to himself that he would always protect her no matter what; For she was who gave him life.

If he wasn’t already bad at responding or being available before MC was in a relationship, he is now.

He distances himself from everyone and everything. It’s just his way of coping with things.

When he sees or bumps into MC’s partner, he’s even more cold than usual. He’s not angry at them, he’s angry at himself and he can’t help but being upset every time he’s reminded that she’s not his.

However, he’s never angry at her. He still loves everything about her, respects and supports any decision she makes. He’s just frustrated with himself for not taking the leap.

BONUS

Gavin with Shaw:

**SPOILERS**

Gavin with Shaw is completely different, I’m not going to lie.

He is f u r i o u s.

Everything had been stripped away from him piece by piece in Gavin’s life.

He may have had a good relationship with Shaw growing up, but they’ve gone on separate paths since.

While I still don’t believe Gavin and Shaw hate each other, I think Gavin is just sad that it had to be this way, that they weren’t as close as they used to be.

However, seeing his little brother kissing and holding the only woman he has ever loved makes him snap.

He doesn’t take out anger on anyone, he knows that’s wrong, but he goes to an isolated field where he can let out his frustration and anger.

He blows things around and continuously asks himself “why?”

He eventually drops to his knees and lets his emotions take over, crying the rest of his pent up frustration.

He neither takes anger out on Shaw when he runs into him.

But the moment Shaw starts talking about MC, Gavin grabs the front of his collar and reels his arm back ready to take a punch.

In the end, he drops both his arm and Shaw’s collar, walking away.

Shaw calls out to Gavin and looks him dead in the eyes, saying he isn’t messing around this time and that MC is the most important person in the world to him.

He tries to convince Gavin that this isn’t just a fling and that his feelings for her are real and strong.

In a way, Shaw wants to reassure Gavin even though he knows it’s breaking him apart on the inside.

But this actually does help Gavin a bit. It takes a while, but after seeing how gentle Shaw is with her and how happy she is, Gavin begins to heal.

#mlqc #mr. love queen's choice #mr. love #mlqc lucien #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mlqc gavin #mlqc shaw #asks #why must you hurt me so #i have been avoiding this question for gavin in particular #YET LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO #but wow every time i start writing things i end up understand them more for some reason #my dumbass has been writing 4 things for shaw all at once and im just #all these bad boy vibes and how he’s never loyal to one organization #makes you question him #but now im just #*mind blown noise*#is shaw actually the one with the most information and kinda controlling stuff behind the scenes #hold on #*hold on*#slight spoilers in the next few tags so anime only people go away #we know this man aint actually working for stf or bs #like he may be working for a different organization #one we dont know yet #and he warns gavin about stf which gavin later confirms is true #and shaw also helps mc and secretly looks out for her #hes playing everyone holy shit what does this man want #i need to heccin draw out a chart for him good god this man is so confusing i just want amswers #god i swear i had a point i just need to write an analysis for this bitch as this point

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Episode 13: The One where WWX’s Gaydar is Completely Nonexistent

YOU GUYS, THIS EPISODE, THIS EPISODE YOU GUYS

IT’S THE ONE WITH THAT CAVE SCENE

YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

But in case you don’t know, I’M GONNA TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT

So we start off with wwx offering to carry lwj

Lwj, being the Repressed Gay that he is, flatly refuses: “how boring”

Pretty sure the thought of wwx touching him gives him vapors

Also? LWJ, You gotta come up with some new stuff; this line’s getting old

And wwx is completely immune to it by now

Wwx: *internally* such a stubborn fool!

He’s annoyed that lwj isn’t letting him help him in any way

And, like, i get that

I understand, wwx

But, WHO ARE YOU TO TALK?? MR. I’M GONNA SACRIFICE MYSELF FOR OTHERS AT ANY GIVEN OPPORTUNITY

Okay, moving along now

WE GET A PAPERMAN!! A CUTE LITTLE YELLOW PAPERMAN!! SAY HI TO THE PAPERMAN, EVERYONE, LOOK HOW ADORABLE HE IS!!

And ~Their Song~ starts playing as soon as we see the paperman appear

Wwx sends it floating over to wen qing

Paperman!wwx: plz find a way for lwj to get some rest

Actual!wwx: *hovers at lwj’s shoulder TOTALLY READY TO CATCH HIM IF HE FALLS*

WQ pulls through like a BOSS and everybody takes a break from walking near a river

Poor lwj looks so tuckered out here as he sits down on a rock

Wwx: i’ll go get you some water lan zhan! *runs off to get water*

Omg wwx, you are not subtle

LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU LAN ZHAN

LET ME LOVE YOU LAN ZHAN

LET ME TENDERLY TREAT YOUR WOUNDS LAN ZHAN

LET ME INSPIRE SOME KINKY NURSE FANTASIES LAN ZHAN

How do you not realize what you’re doing wwx. How.

Ewww, now wc is talking, double ewww, he’s talking Plot Things

Gross, now his gf JiaoJiao is talking and is annoying and unfortunately necessary for a future wangxian moment so we have to acknowledge her existence

I know it hurts guys, but i promise you it’s worth it

She’s all “alright losers, go find us that cave with the cave monster thing”

Wwx releases a talisman (no Dramatic Twirl tho) which then locates the cave

Right, the cave.

The very important cave

The cave that will give us lots of quality wangxiantics

That cave.

And now we’re in the cave!! The best cave!! I mean, it’s way bigger and way scarier than the other cave, but still! (Dancing Fairy Cave, who??)

Plot stuff happens, wc is being an asshole, nothing new or exciting here

Then we see everyone find a cliff within the cave!

Wwx: wow, that looks like a bottomless pit

Wc: let’s see if that’s true! *yeets wwx off the cliff* (WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WEN CHAO)

Lwj: Wei Ying!!

he not-quite shouts this, it’s more of a startled yelp than anything

Be grateful bc when he starts yelling his name for realsies in this show IT’S NOT GONNA BE FUN

ALSO if wc was not at the top of lwj’s shit list before, he’s definitely there now

So now that wwx confirmed that the pit is NOT bottomless, the hostages i mean visiting disciples throw down some rope and start to climb down

Uh, why didn’t they use that BEFORE chucking wwx down like a bag of trash?? Oh right bc wc is an asshole

Once they reach the bottom, lwj ALL BUT RUNS to wwx’s side

AND HELPS HIM UP!! HE GRABS HIM BY THE ARM AND HELPS HIM UP

BC HE LOVES HIM

I’m gonna give JZX a moment here bc this episode is chock full of wangxiantics and jzx was in snark-master mode

Wwx: well, i know why LWJ and JC came down to check that i wasn’t eaten by a monster, but why are you here, jzx?

Jzx: i’d rather fight an unknown monster whilst weaponless than listen to wc and jj talk for another minute

SAME, JZX, SAME

Lol, everyone is like yeah, that makes sense

More stuff happens and eventually wc and his flunkies catch up with everyone else at the bottom of the cliff and want to lure the monster out

Wc: lets bleed some of this cannon fodder as bait bc i’m an asshole

Jj: i pick mianmian

STAY AWAY FROM MIANMIAN, YOU HORRID PERSON, HOW DARE YOU

And of course everyone loves mianmian so they jump to her defense

Now there’s a showdown between the wens and the hostages, i mean visiting disciples

LWJ IS SUCH A BADASS HERE, GUYS

HE’S TAKING PPL DOWN LEFT AND RIGHT USING ONLY TORCH WHILST INJURED

AND HE MAKES IT LOOK SO CASUAL. DUDE’S NOT EVEN BREAKING A SWEAT

HE FREAKING SNATCHES A SWORD OUT OF A WEN FLUNKIE’S HAND LIKE NBD

While he’s doing all that, wwx is completely humiliating wen chao by reciting some of the wen clan rules

WC: stop talking shit

Wwx: uh, i just quoted the wen clan rulebook sooooo you actually just insulted your ancestors

Wwx: what did the rulebook say was the punishment for insulting the ancestors…? Oh yeah, EXECUTION. Prepare to die!!

Wwx proceeds to take wc as a visiting disciple, i mean hostage on top of a giant rock in the middle of a pond inside the cave and we’re at a standstill

It probably could’ve gone on forever except 🐢🔪🐢🔪🐢 SURPRISE MURDER TURTLE!! 🐢🔪🐢🔪🐢

THAT’S NO ROCK

IT’S A MURDER TURTLE SHELL

LWJ, being the clever boy that he is, notices that the Murder Turtle has bad eyesight

Lwj: quiet, don’t move! It can’t see us *🎶jurassic park theme plays🎶*

Maybe i should call the Murder Turtle something else. It looks more like a loch ness monster tbh

A distant cousin perhaps?

Nessie: oh, that guy? We don’t really talk to that side of the family

Murder Turtle: *is murderous*

Nessie: yeah, he makes family dinners awkward…

Ahem, anyway

Wen chao is a coward and instead of staying quiet and still like lwj says, he starts screaming like the world’s ugliest baby for wen zhuliu to save him

Murder Turtle does not like this noise coming from it’s shell so wwx and wc end up leaping off of it and landing back on shore and all hell breaks loose

In all fairness to the Murder Turtle, I too hate listening to wc

Murder Turtle starts, you know, murdering. And the hostages i mean visiting disciples don’t have weapons and the wen flunkies are awful

Shit’s happening is what i’m saying

And while all this goes down, jj shows us that she is the MOST AWFUL DUMBEST PERSON ALIVE

THERE’S A GIANT KILLER REPTILE TRYING TO EAT EVERYONE

AND SHE’S MORE CONCERNED ABOUT GETTING BACK AT MIANMIAN FOR BEING BETTER THAN HER IN EVERY WAY???

PRIORITIES MUCH??

She has two of the wen flunkies hold mianmian in place and is about to stick a wen crest branding iron on her face (WTF, JJ)

But oh, WWX TO THE RESCUE!! He shoots an arrow in jj's arm and she ends up throwing the branding iron at mianmian but wwx dives in to stop it!

(and we’re just gonna ignore how terribly fake that dive looks, okay?)

Anyway he dives and blocks the branding iron but oh no, it somehow manages to hit him square in the chest with enough force to burn through his clothes and into his skin!!!

(we’re not gonna question this, just roll with it)

And he drops the Medicine Bottle he hid away to use on lwj eventually

(we’re gonna also ignore the fact that it somehow fell out of where it was securely hidden in his robes even tho he was literally just thrown off a cliff and the Medicine Bottle manages to stay with him and not break at the time)

(look we’re ignoring a lot of things bc we've already determined that special effects are not a high priority in this show AND all this is gonna lead up to great wangxiantics and that makes all of it worthwhile)

Okay so all that happened and then the wens FLEE LIKE THE COWARDS THEY ARE and totally ditch their hostages i mean visiting disciples

Then the bastards not only run away, but cut the ropes leading up the cliff and THEN block off the cave entrance WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU WC

The hostages i mean visiting disciples start freaking out. Like oh no, we’re stuck in here forever, WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE

Wwx diffuses the panic by being like, hey CANNIBALISM LOL I’M ALREADY PARTIALLY COOKED. i am a snack FOR REAL LOLOLOL

After all this, AFTER ALL THIS PLOT-ISH NONSENSE I HAD TO EXPLAIN, we get a little bit of wangxiantics. As a treat.

Mianmian is crying her heart out and apologizing profusely bc she feels bad for getting everyone trapped in this cave EVEN THO IT’S NOT HER FAULT AT ALL PLZ DON’T CRY MIANMIAN ILU

Wwx obvs agrees with me and goes to comfort her. Which he does in a weird way

Wwx: mianmian, why are you crying? I was the one that got branded! It hurts so much mianmian, won’t you stop crying and say something nice to me to make me feel better??

BUT HE SAYS THIS SO CHARMINGLY??

HE EVEN PUTS ON THE MOST ADORABLE, FAKE-HURTING FACE

If jzx had tried this, he’d have sounded like a douchebag BUT WWX? WITH HIS SUNSHINE SMILE?? HOW COULD ANYONE RESIST THAT???

(apparently mianmian can, bc she keeps crying and doesn’t say anything nice to wwx)

HERE’S THE WANGXIAN BIT

Lwj takes one look at wwx & mianmian being all cozied up to each other and you know, spilling feelings everywhere and turns away in a snit

Lwj: *internally* what am i willing to put up with today? Not fucking this.

Jc: lwj, where are you going??

Lwj: to the pond bc it has a way out not bc i can’t stomach the sight of wwx flirting with mianmian

(if you hadn’t been so proud earlier, lwj, you could’ve had wwx carrying you lovingly in his strong arms i’m just saying)

And now we get another example here at how well lwj and wwx work together

So obvs wwx zooms to lwj’s side as soon as he realizes lwj’s going somehwere without him (again!!) and he’s all “there’s a way out??”

And all lwj says in response is “maple leaves”

That’s it. Two words.

BUT WWX INSTANTLY CATCHES ON

Wwx: oh, yeah, the leaves couldn't possibly come from the cave so there must be an opening in the pond where the leaves are floating in!

THEY’RE JUST SO IN TUNE WITH EACH OTHER??

HOW DID HE GET THAT FROM JUST TWO WORDS??

THEY’RE GENIUS SOULMATES, THAT’S HOW

Now everyone’s coming up with a plan to escape the cave and the Murder Turtle

Details don’t matter here

Skipping that

Nearly everyone escapes the Murder Turtle Cave!! Because of teamwork and the buddy system!! It’s very heartwarming and inspiring AND WE DON’T CARE BC IT’S NOT WANGXIAN

But oh no, at the last minute when lwj and wwx are oh so conveniently the only ones left in the cave, the Murder Turtle notices them!!

It tries to attack wwx!!

But lwj SWOOPS IN TO GRAB HIM AND THROW HIM BACK TO SAFETY WHILE HE FACES THE MURDER TURTLE

ON A STILL INJURED LEG

AND THEN HIS DRAMATIC TWIRL OF DODGING ISN’T DRAMATIC ENOUGH AND MURDER TURTLE DOES MORE DAMAGE TO LWJ’S LEG

Wwx notices right away and goes to grab lwj and pull him to safety now

It’s nice having partners willing to share duties like that

Like, oh, you washed the dishes yesterday? I’ll do them today!

Except, you know, at a more intense level what with the whole “barely escaping the jaws of death” thing they’ve got going on

But same thing basically

So now our wonderful injured boys are in a different part of the cave that the Murder Turtle can’t reach.

Wwx: lan zhan, it’s fine now! The Murder Turtle is asleep or smth

Then shoves the tattered robes around lwj’s leg out of the way to get a better look at the wound, and he’s got his worried expression on!! WHILE ~THEIR SONG~ PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND

Wwx: wait here!!

Lol, where do you think he’s gonna go wwx, it’s not like HIS LEG HAS BEEN MAULED AND THE ENTRYWAY IS GUARDED BY A MURDER TURTLE OR ANYTHING

Wwx comes back with a branch that he turns into a makeshift splint

HE’S TENDING HIS SOULMATE’S WOUND GUYS AHHHH

And now he steals lwj’s SACRED FOREHEAD RIBBON to tie the splint on properly

LOL LWJ’S FACE

HE IS AGHAST

Wwx: chill out about the ribbon, we have MORE PRESSING MATTERS, like how your LEG IS PROBS GONNA FALL OFF IF WE DON’T TREAT IT

Wwx: oh hey, Medicine Pouch! Wait where’s Medicine Bottle?? I saved it specifically for…*meaningful look at lwj* uh, never mind

what’s the matter, wwx?? why so shy suddenly???

are you embarrassed to show how much you think of lwj?? is that it?

OMG GUYS HERE WE GO

THE FIRST OF TWO OF THE BEST WANGXIANTICS SCENES OF THE SHOW!!

Wwx: *internally* gotta find a way to get lwj to spit out that bad blood he’s so obviously choking down

Wwx: the only possible way to accomplish this is by STRIPPING BOTH OF US OUT OF OUR CLOTHES

Wwx: hey lan zhan, take off your clothes!

Lwj: *GAY PANIC*

Lwj: you want me to what now??

Wwx: strip! Both of us! Since we’re all wet from the pond

Lwj as you might guess, does NOT start stripping in front of the Love of His Life

Wwx notices that lwj is not stripping even tho he himself has already divested his black outer robe and is clad in only his red inner robe

(AND I LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND OVER IT EVERY TIME, LOOK AT HIM WITH HIS TINY WAIST, THOSE ROBES ARE OBSCENELY FLATTERING)

Wwx reaches over and starts tugging at lwj’s robe

Lwj: WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

Wwx: BEING HELPFUL!! But i guess if you don’t want my help, i’ll finish getting myself naked

Lwj: *turns around and pukes out the bad blood from the sheer strength of his Gay Panic*

Wwx: haha! My plan worked! Now all the bad blood is out!

Lwj: oh. Right. That.

Lwj: thanks

Wwx: noooo, don’t thank me! I can’t handle it when ppl thank me!!

After THAT PHENOMENAL STRIP TEASE, wwx goes back to tending lwj’s wounds

He applies stuff from the Medicine Pouch bc Medicine Bottle is gone forever now

He does this very carefully and is very focused on his task

BC HE LOVES HIM

I LOVE THEM

THERE’S A LOTTA LOVE HAPPENING IS WHAT I’M SAYING

Then lwj snatches a bit of the medicine and presses it into the burn on wwx’s chest

Wwx: owww, that huuurts

Lwj: you’re welcome

Lwj: *internally probably* omg i just touched wwx’s chest, be cool be cool bE COOL

Then they have this cute little exchange where wwx tells him how he got injured all the time bc he was a rambunctious tyke (no, surely not you, wwx! I’m shocked!) so he doesn’t need much medicine and lwj’s injury is more serious so he should get more medicine anyway

AND NOW WE GET TO THE OTHER BEST WANGXIANTIC

Lwj: if you know you’re gonna get hurt, don’t be so rash all the time

Wwx: it’s not like i got myself injured on purpose!!!

Wwx: I had to protect mianmian! She’s so pretty

(he says distractedly while staring at their campfire and COMPLETELY MISSES LWJ’S LONGING LOOK)

Wwx: what if she’d gotten her face all scarred up?

Lwj: but now you’re scarred for life!

Wwx: that’s different!

(bc he has issues with self worth and ALWAYS RISKS HIS LIFE FOR OTHERS AT ANY GIVEN OPPORTUNITY)

Wwx: i’m a guy. Scars are cool for us!

(that too, I guess)

Wwx: besides, it’ll be a reminder of the time i saved a pretty girl who now will remember me always~!

GOD WWX YOU’RE SO DENSE

Lwj: *bitchy* oh, you’re sooo sure she’s gonna remember you, huh

Wwx gives him a wounded look, like, sincerely confused and hurt at lwj’s tone: “why are you mad?”

And, good god, lwj sees that expression and can’t keep looking at him. He has to turn away, like FUCK i’ve hurt his feelings, shit, i’m getting my feelings all over him

It’s actually kind of painful to watch, POOR LWJ

So he looks away and says: if you don’t mean it, you shouldn’t go around flirting with people

Wwx: *pouts* it’s not like i was flirting with you

THAT’S THE PROBLEM WWX

HE WANTS YOU TO FLIRT WITH HIM AND MEAN IT, YOU COMPLETE MORON

Remember how i said wwx is dense? Here’s another example

Wwx: *teasing* ohh, you like mianmian~!

Like, really teasing. It doesn’t sound like he believes what he’s saying either

Lwj gives him an incredulous look and we get some slo-mo here WHILE ~THEIR SONG~ PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND THEY GAZE SOULFULLY AT EACH OTHER FOR A SOLID 10 SECONDS

Wwx’s face gets this befuddled look and after staring at each other for 10 continuous seconds he says much more seriously, “oh...you really do like mianmian?”

Why do you sound so disappointed wwx? WHY ARE YOU SO CONCERNED ABOUT IT, HUH?

And omg guys, i will NEVER get over the expression LWJ gives him after he says this

It’s an expression that says R U FUCKING SRS RN

HIS WHOLE FACE IS SCREAMING, “FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE”

AND I’M DYING BC WWX, YOU’RE TALKING TO AN ENTIRE GAY BOY WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT

Then wwx laughs to diffuse the situation (it’s so cute, my heart bursts with rainbows)

And we’re winding down now

Lwj: why should i talk about these meaningless things with you here?

Wwx: you don’t have a choice pal, it’s just you and me stuck here in this cave

Wwx: hey, lan zhan, i think this is the longest conversation we’ve had!!

Omg why’s he keeping track of that? How did he even notice this??

THERE’S NO STRAIGHT EXPLANATION FOR THIS BEHAVIOR

WWX: even after all we’ve been thru, you still don’t talk much. You lan clan types--

*awkward silence*

Wwx realizes he’s stepped in it and taps his mouth as a reprimand for being insensitive

Then he changes the topic about how long they can survive without food/water and how long it will take for help to arrive

And here we have lwj verbally acknowledge what’s happened to him for the first time

He explains that they won’t get help from gusu

Lwj: the cloud recesses has been burned. Uncle is badly injured, brother is missing.

His tone is so matter-of-fact but HE ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO CRY!!

OH GOD MY HEART 💔💔💔

And then lwj is like, welp, that’s enough Emotions for the day! And falls asleep.

THEN WWX TUCKS HIM IN WITH HIS OUTER ROBE ALL GENTLE AND LOVINGLY

BC THEY’RE SOULMATES

And that's the end of the episode

SO MUCH QUALITY WANGXIANTICS GUYS

I LOVE THIS SHOW

EVERYTHING IS GREAT (I MEAN, EXCEPT FOR THE HEARTBREAKING PARTS)

LOOK AT THESE TWO SOULMATES IN LOVE, LOOK AT THEM

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #wangxian #the untamed #cql #i think this might be the longest one so far

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maedarakat · 4 years

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Covered in Mud

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The sky had been threatening to spill all day, all gray clouds offset by deep threatening purples. Nobody could predict when it would happen, but when it did, the clouds seemed to crack open like an egg, coating the Edge in a sudden shower of hailstones, rain, wild gusts of wind and crackling peals of thunder.

It was a truly impressive act of Thor, Astrid thought, drinking from her mug under the Clubhouse roof she had mended and patched herself before the rain season came. Not a drop so far. She was feeling a little smug, especially because Hiccup had waved away all her reminders to fix his own roof in a timely manner and was now grumpily carrying in an armload of drenched blueprints, notebooks and maps to dry out in front of the fire.

Toothless sneezed as he followed after, ears flat and drenched to his skin. More wet scrolls were sticking out of the saddle bags and Astrid came over to help unload them and spread them out.

“No, no, I got this,” Hiccup sighed. “I brought it on myself, you were right. I should have fixed the roof.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Astrid said.

“You didn’t have to. I can tell you’re dying to say ‘I told you so’ because that’s the expression you always make when you’re about to.” Hiccup’s tone was playful but also not, and Astrid tried her best to navigate the tricky waters of what he really meant to say.

Passive-aggressiveness, Ruff had supplied once, when both of them were in their cups and Astrid had found herself venting. It was nice to have a word to it, but what an oddly perfect word for every situation with Hiccup she seemed to find herself in lately.

Right now he either wanted her to reassure him and apologize, or go back to her warm drink and leave him alone. Neither option seemed ideal, but she was saved from the guesswork by a frustrated groan from Snotlout who tossed some dry wood and a pile of bundled kindling out of his cloak onto the floor.

Lout was wet, but a few hours worth of firewood had been rescued thanks to his quick thinking and the sacrifice of his cloak. Grumbling, he started stacking it into a pile. Astrid gladly went to help with that chore instead, and Hiccup huffed. He’d wanted her to choose the first option apparently, but it was no good to backtrack now - no matter what she did, it would become an argument later that everyone would pretend they hadn’t heard. She didn’t engage, playing dumb to his irritated glances and once the wood was stacked, she checked on the stew.

He was having trouble keeping one of the maps from rolling back up instead of laying flat. Astrid knew better than to suggest getting small stones from the potted flowers outside to weigh down the corners. It would be insulting somehow.

“What did you make for dinner?” Hiccup asked, just giving up and holding down the corners with his hands. He was apparently going to stay like that for a while.

Astrid sighed inwardly. “Yak stew.” Hiccup didn’t acknowledge the answer or look up at her, seemingly deep in thought and scowling.

“I’m tired of yak. When can we have boar or venison again?” Snotlout butted in and really, honestly, bless him. Astrid hadn’t wanted to hear Hiccup’s attempts to dodge out of eating any. He never seemed to be hungry on days when it was her turn to cook.

“When the rains let up, we can go hunting. But yak meat is what we have the most of.”

“Who first decided to eat a yak anyway?” Ruff asked, walking in with Fishlegs. “They’re like giant adorable sheepdogs with horns. That you can practice braiding on. They just stand there and let you. What ‘honorable viking’ decided to ‘hunt’ that?”

“Well, sometimes during famines when there’s not a lot of food to hunt -“ Fishlegs started, until Ruffnut gave him a withering look. “Oh you weren’t really asking, never mind.”

He was carrying a Maces and Talons board and the rule book. It had become necessary to have the rule book present; while playing, the twins liked to bend and tweak the boundaries of every single one. Astrid had to admit, it was thrilling to watch. Hiccup might even forget his bad mood and have a good time.

The only one missing now was Tuff.

When dinner was ready, and had been roasted thoroughly as well as stewed, Tuff had still not shown up.

Astrid left it up to the others to serve themselves and carried a covered bowl for Tuff toward his hut. It wasn’t like him to be late for dinner unless he was dramatically late. She relaxed when she saw a candle on in his window and the chimney putting out smoke.

“Hey, Tuff. Get attacked by a wolf or something?” Astrid asked automatically when he opened the door. She’d said it carelessly, an inside joke between all of them, but Tuff’s appearance took her aback.

He was a wall of mud with eyes and stiffening braids. He currently held a peeping ball of damp fluff in a towel draped over his hand - apparently trying to dry off the chicks before seeing to himself.

The storm had caught everyone at least a little off guard but ... “Why are you covered in mud?” Astrid asked.

If Tuff could have looked any angrier, the mud surely would have baked and fallen off him in crisp pieces.

“Because that ... that absolute waste of feathers-“ he started, absolutely fuming.

“Peep,” the chick helpfully interrupted.

“Excuse me - because your father,” Tuff said instead to the chick, voice dripping with scorn. “Would not come inside when he was directed to before the storm hit, oh no - Fustercluck knows best! Fustercluck thinks a rickety old toolshed is the best place to keep his chicks safe during a storm like this! And so he led me on a merry f-“

“Peep.”

“-cking chase around in the mud with half of you guys unhelpfully following him, until I finally grabbed him so you would follow us all inside.” Tuff sighed dramatically and Astrid shook her head, grinning. He was more a mother hen than Chicken. It was endearing.

“Imprinting’s a fine concept and all, really,” Tuff said, like he was letting her in on a secret. “Less fine when there’s a complete doorknob standing there on hatching day. Sorry, I won’t be hanging with you guys tonight, A. I gotta get them dried off so they don’t catch colds. I can’t come to dinner looking like this anyway.”

“So did you let your dumbass rooster inside or did you throw him back out to stay in his shed?”

“Oh I wanted to, believe me.” Tuff made a face and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. There, on a perch made for two, Fustercluck and Chicken were preening each other’s feathers and burbling lovingly. “She wouldn’t have it.”

And he wasn’t anywhere near that heartless. Astrid knew that better than he seemed to himself. She came in, set the bowl on the table and picked up a towel. “Tell you what. After we dry off the chicks, I’ll help you get all this mud off you.”

“Oh. Okay, thanks,” Tuff said, offering her a smile and a different wet chick.

They got them clean and fluffed up and Chicken accepted them into her nest for the night, preening them the rest of the way dry. Tuff closed them in and noticed the bowl on the table. “Could I have some of your soup if you aren’t going to eat it? It’s going to get cold.”

Astrid smiled. “It’s yours, I brought it for you. In case you were sick or reading or decided to paint a wall.”

“You did?” Tuff didn’t give her time to take the offer back, picking the bowl up and draining it. He loved it when people cooked for him - Ruff had told her that.

She set a pot of water on his stove to heat up and looked for towels while he shed all but his leggings. He was trying to tie his hair back and out of the way but his braids were heavy and caked.

Astrid took over, making him sit in a chair and lean his hair back into a basin of clean warm water. Another pot of water was set to warm up on the fire. Poor Tuff would need more - probably most of it for his hair.

He sighed blissfully as the first soak drew the worst of the dirt and mud away, turning the basin water immediately opaque. “It feels like the fifty pound Night-terror napping on my head just woke up and flew away.”

“Yeah, I bet. This is mostly clay. You guys should put a potters wheel in your hut.”

“I’m not going to make anything resembling a normal piece of crockery,” he vowed.

“That’s alright. I’m sure Ruff won’t be making anything resembling a non-offensive piece of crockery,” Astrid said, and Tuff laughed.

He helped her change out the water to do his hair once more until it was closer to its normal golden color. A swim in the morning would help get the rest of it clear.

Astrid dabbed a towel into hot water and gently ran it over the patches of mud on his skin that had caked dry. When it was softened, she wiped the dirt away just as gently. Tuff followed her motions, getting his chest and arms and legs while she got his back.

Tuff sighed softly when they were finished, his exhaustion and relief tangible. “Thanks, A,” he said. “Did you have dinner yet?”

“No, but it’s fine. I’m sure there’s plenty of yak stew left over,” she said wryly.

“Stew would be cold by now. Here.” He got up, and headed to his pantry. He gifted her with a plate of cracked walnuts, dried apricot slices, goat cheese, and a few hard boiled eggs.

All put together, it looked like a feast for some warrior elf maiden traveling Midgard. Astrid smiled and cleaned her plate of everything that had been offered, eating slowly while Tuff - clean and in much better spirits - laughingly recounted his madcap adventure of chasing a very stubborn rooster all across a muddy, slippery, hole-filled yard. Barf and Belch had dug a man-sized pit earlier to hide their favorite bone and it had filled up quickly with a foamy slurry of mud and rainwater. Tuff had apparently forgotten this and went down with a splash.

Astrid couldn’t stop laughing - not at his story but at the way he told it. “I wish I could have seen that! You probably looked like some ravenous troll clawing its way out of Niflheim - no wonder the chickens freaked out and ran away! I would have run too, if you’d just popped out of the ground! And with all that lightning and thunder -“

“You would have run from a troll? You?” Tuff scoffed. “That poor thing would have been tied to a chair in an hour, begging you to call his mother to come pick him up.”

She cackled and rubbed at her cheeks, which were seriously aching by now. Astrid hadn’t laughed this hard in a while. It was definitely good for her.

They said their good nights a little while after Ruff came back to the hut, not drunk but definitely not sober. “You guy’s missed a really dumb boring match in which everyone followed the same dumb boring rules.” She stared at her brother, still casually shirtless, only wearing his leggings. “And apparently you guys played strip-poker instead. And my brother ... lost? Won? Who knows. Not asking ‘cause I’m gonna forget everything in the morning anyway!” Ruffnut stomped cheerfully up to the loft to pass out across her own bed.

Tuff still had his face in his hands by the time her snores drifted down and Astrid was beet red, snickering helplessly.

“On that note, we should probably get to bed too,” she finally managed, wiping her eyes.

Tuff nodded, getting up. “Yeah, I’ll walk you to the door. Thanks for everything. This was a good night.” He grinned at her, soft and hopeful and Astrid leaned in without thinking, and kissed the corner of his mouth.

She pulled back and they stared at each other, neither one wanting to blink first.

“Goodnight,” Astrid managed to squeak out finally, because her mom had told her that shield maidens never started what they couldn’t finish. “See you tomorrow?”

Tuff hand went up to touch where she had kissed him and then he seemed to remember himself and dropped his arm down. “Yeah. S-Swimming, right?” It was an offer to stay friends, if she thought she had made a mistake.

“Sure, I’ll dress for it. See you at dawn?”

“Yeah.” Tuff stared at her from the doorway and she really wanted to kiss him again. Astrid thought of Hiccup still trying to dry his papers and feeling slighted that she hadn’t stayed to help him. She weighed the pros and cons of tipping her boat over and refusing to navigate anymore of his confusing waters ever again.

Happily, Tuffnut leaned forward and caught her lips, solving the equation.

#httydrarepairbingo #tuffstrid #tuffnut #astrid #httyd

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violyte64 · 4 years

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Star Crossed | Ch 1: Premonition

Death had no intention of making chance meetings that would end up changing the course of his life and so many others when he took a week off for himself. That's just how the universe--or in this case, universes--seem to work. He and the other Horsemen are left off all the better for it, for once.

This is an adaptation of a role play between Darksiders characters and characters from @renegadereshiram‘s original verse. Reference material on the original verse content will be made available per chapter as it becomes relevant.

Original Verse Info

Solturion

El Torto

The Quasar Plaza is much more quiet tonight than it has been in the past, making it seem like one of the most peaceful places in the Beacon in spite of its neon lights and overall grandeur. The usual nighttime crowds that bustle from street to street, skyscraper to skyscraper, have all been cleared out. The only things present in the central plaza now are a taco truck, rows of picnic tables lined with food and drinks, and one Sun Devil in a messy apron and plastic sunglasses, sharpening one of his cooking knives while he hums a tune beneath his breath and waits for his guests to start arriving.

The Carna Asa-Dude taco truck normally finds itself followed by long lines of hungry Cosments and plenty of publicity, and El Torto hardly minds the fame that his cooking has earned him, but it's no small part of him that's enjoying this peaceful change of pace. He’s content enough to work in the unnatural yellow light of the glow that emanates from his own stripes and the flame atop his head.

Torto looks up from the knife he's sharpening just in time to see a portal to the Valorous Arena opening up, and not a moment too soon--he was worried his tacos were going to start getting cold. He catches sight of Solturion all but sprinting through the rift to keep up with one of several guests—a tall, pale, long-haired scythe wielder who looks like he just lost a match and isn't too happy about it. Torto opens his arms wide to welcome the group of fighters and his friend alike, accompanying the gesture with a smile that's somehow even wider.

Even if Solturion was a little worried he'd lose track of one of the guests he'd been put in charge of overseeing for a second there, seeing Torto beckoning him forward with that classic stupid grin of his puts a smile on his own face to match it. Shame and hesitation alike are forgotten in this moment--it's been too long since he's seen his friend, and he intends to greet him as any Sun Devil should greet a brother they haven't seen in ages. Sol points his clawed finger towards Torto with a flair that's dramatic enough to make even the god he serves proud.

"IN THIS CORNER OF THE RING, WE GOT THE IMMOVABLE EL TORTOOOOO--!"

Torto catches onto what Sol is doing almost immediately, now pointing his sharpening rod at him with an equally dramatic gesture. "AND ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE, WE GOT THE UNSTOPPABLE SOLTURIONNNN!"

The two of them burst into laughter at that, already coming up to complete their greeting with one of Torto's world famous bear hugs. Sol doesn't really mind that he's being lifted off the ground, even if he is a little glad he's put down right after that.

The vibes these two are giving off are even warmer than the fires burning both in and around their stardust-formed bodies. Coupled with the warm lighting, the good food, and the city lights, they're already shaping this dinner up to be something just right for taking the edge off of the gladiators coming through the portal.

"Guess I don't really need to introduce myself after that," Torto says with a laugh, still grinning like an idiot even when he faces the guests. He gestures to the picnic tables that have already been set with large plates of soft tacos, bowls of chips and queso, and plenty of margaritas for the tired and hungry fighters to fill up on.

"What are you all standin' there for? Dig in! And don't worry about runnin' out--I'll be cookin' for as long as you're here."

Don't mind if Death does exactly that.

He picks out a spot for himself to sit, and doesn't hesitate to go for... what he can only assume are the tacos, since the other food items seem to be nachos, if what he's learned of Earth-style cuisine from Strife holds any water. Even if he came here to this interdimensional celebration without any intention of entering a gladiator arena challenge, he still took the opportunity when it presented itself, and his pride is a little damaged after the loss he just sustained. Now he intends to eat, drink, and avoid speaking to anyone, even if it's near impossible not to hear the nearby conversations as a result.

… Okay, this food is... actually impressive in its quality. Huh. It's a good thing he saved room.

That doesn't mean he's going to stop making attempts to eat it while faced away from anyone who'll immediately recognize him, though. He's certainly not going to waste time downing the drinks on offer. He's pretty much taking a gulp in between every bite and hoping it works despite his supernatural resistance to such things. It takes a strong drink to affect a Nephilim's body.

With the guests now occupied with eating, Sol and Torto walk back over to the counter of Torto's truck, where two tacos piled high with meat are waiting just for them both. The taller of the two Sun Devils reaches a little ways behind the counter and comes back with two beers, one of which he hands to Sol. They both clink them together before opening them and downing their first sip, opening the gateway for their conversation to begin.

"Alright, spill it," Torto demands in a slightly quieter voice than the one he greeted the guests with. "Y'know I love seeing you, but renting out the whole goddamn plaza? That's bold, even for you."

Sol nearly snorts as he bites into his taco, now swallowing his first bite a little quicker than he normally would for the sake of firing back. "This ain't bold, I just wanted to do somethin' nice for everyone! Varróne and Auriga have had almost every other part of this party locked down, so this--" he gestures to the rest of the plaza, "--is what I got to plan."

"That so?" Torto's sure that wrestling control of anything away from Auriga must have been no small feat, even just to hire him for a catering job. "Who am I to complain, then, if this is comin' outta Auriga's wallet and not yours?"

The laugh that gets out of Sol isn't one that he tries to hide.

"Yeah, that does make this a helluva lot easier."

"Y'know what also makes it easier?" Torto nudges Sol with his elbow, taking care to do it lightly enough that it doesn't spill his beer. "That you're not hirin' me out to impress a date this time! Before you told me this was for the party, I thought for sure I was gonna see another instance of you failin' to--"

"Hey, hey!" The shorter Sun Devil nudges him back with just a little more force and fury than he was nudged with. “Would it kill you t’let me forget about that?”

“I mean this lovingly, but yeah, it would.”

If Death was in a better mood, the exchange between those two might have gotten him to crack something resembling a smile. Not that he's trying to eavesdrop, but they're both very easy to hear.

"Whatever," Sol mutters as he bites into his taco again, but even having his mouth part of the way full doesn't make him fully drop the subject. "Least I don't use my own truck for dates!"

It's Torto's turn to laugh now, loud enough that he might turn a few heads, but he doesn't really care if a few people he's never met hear him or not.

"Alright, alright, you got a point. You know the truck brings in all the hot people, though." He downs another sip of his drink, now having polished off about three quarters of the bottle. Drinking doubles as his excuse to stall for a better comeback--a tactic that ends up working. "At least I'm gettin' dates, period."

As mean as that might seem to someone else, Sol knows Torto well enough to know he doesn't mean that maliciously. He's too stubborn to admit it, but his brother is right. That doesn't mean he's down for the count yet, though.

"You gotta actually keep a date for it t'count, dumbass! You and I are both just as screwed as the other."

"Well played, shortstack," Torto concedes, still smiling warmly in spite of the traded insults, "well played."

"Wh--I'm not fuckin' short!" the blue-flamed Sun Devil protests.

The pure genuineness of Sol's reaction to being called short, especially after the rest of all that, makes Death start to move on from his sour mood a bit faster. He actually has to raise his head and take a breath to hide his own amusement. He didn't know dinner included a show tonight, but he's not complaining. He moves on to his second margarita, and tries dipping one of the tacos into the queso.

By the Creator, this is good.

The Sun Devils are soon locked in a not-so-vicious duel that really just consists of Torto managing to cover Sol's entire face with just one of his hands to push him backwards, which lasts all the way up until Sol licks his palm. This, understandably, succeeds in making Torto recoil.

"Oh my Prime--How fuckin' old are you again?" Torto wipes his hand off on his apron to clean it, but he still manages to look amused.

Solturion crosses his arms and puffs up his chest, proud of his ill-gotten victory despite the means he used to obtain it. "As you and the other Suns like t'remind me, pretty young for a Champion!"

Torto doesn't have a verbal response for that, but he does have a very large bottle of hand sanitizer behind the counter in his truck. Since Sol feels like being nasty, he's just going to have to counteract that by pointing the bottle at him and squirting him with a jet of the clear, chemical-scented liquid.

Judging by how Sol hisses and recoils when it hits him dead in the chest, another point is going to Torto.

If Death were to keep up with what's going on with those two now, he would have to actually turn around and look instead of just listening. As entertaining as this is, though, he's doing everything within his ability not to laugh in any audible way, so maybe it's a blessing in disguise that he's going to miss a few details.

A few margaritas from now, though, he might be humming a different tune. He's on this third, and he's to the point of visibly tensing to stop any sound from leaving his throat. It doesn't stop his shoulders from shaking, though.

Perhaps sensing his master is in a better mood--or perhaps smelling the scents of the wonderful food available here--Dust arrives, landing on the edge of the table and folding in his wings. The crow tilts his head this way and that, regarding the food items with interest.

Sol was content to trade insults, but now he's been hit, so clearly there's only one path left for him to take--the path to war. Sol begins to bounce up and down in place with his fists raised, as if he's a boxer in a ring preparing for a match. Hopping in place seems to help his cyan-blue flames burn brighter and brighter the more he moves.

"Alright, you want a brawl? I don't need a fuckin' arena t'make you eat that bottle of hand sanitizer!"

So their Sun Devil natures are going to be put on display in front of his tacos, are they? He's never one to turn down a good scrap, so Torto begins to mimic Sol's movements, though his are a little slower. "Bet! I'll make you the one doin' shots with it!"

With no regard for who's watching, Sol lunges for Torto, only to be grabbed by the horns and tossed a good ten feet away from the truck by his impromptu dueling partner. He lands gracefully on his hooves, so it seems Torto has only managed to piss him off.

The stripes lining his body begin to glow a bright violet as he taps into his divine power, fully ready to draw Ultima's blades in the name of a brawl witnessed only by the patrons of a taco truck who are probably veering away from being sober. That light begins to gather at his hooves and travel upwards along the stripes criss-crossing his body, all the way until it reaches his eyes, tinting them the very same ultraviolet color that Ultima's shine with, making it seem for a moment as if the god himself is peering out of Sol's body...

...only for his pupils to flash white, and for his stance to go limp as something else takes a hold of him, stripping him of his vision. The plaza fades away to be replaced by a grainy, unfocused vision of rolling plains that can only be located in the Outer Rings.

But the plains are not the focus of his vision. It's the unnatural crater left in front of him that has his full attention, and the lack of color surrounding it that makes his skin crawl—the lack of color that characterized the Antiprime’s influence in his reality.

Something black in the center of the crater stirs, sluggishly at first. It struggles to push itself upright even with arms of multiple sizes extending out from its mangled body and trying to push it upwards. The figure is lined with gashes that glow with pale light too bright to look at directly. Whatever the creature in his vision is, it’s clearly hurt.

The being falters, but gets itself right just enough for the eye in its chest to lock onto Sol, filling him with a chill so jarring that his body responds to it by jerking him out of the vision, almost as if in defense.

When his vision clears again, Sol is crouched on the pavement, with Torto knelt down in front of him, frantically trying to wave his hand in front of his face to get his attention. He only stops once Sol’s eyes visibly focus on him again.

“Sol—? Fuck, what’s the matter with you? Your eyes just went white!”

From his perspective, there was no change of scenery—only a friendly brawl dashed to pieces by watching his friend go limp under the influence of a power he hasn’t seen him invoke before.

… And the bird is gone again.

That doesn't sound like banter anymore. The Horseman half-turns to face the commotion, perhaps a bit more slowly than he might have a few drinks ago. He thinks for a moment his involvement may become warranted. It's mostly instinct, but something about that felt... off.

Sol blinks, unsure of how to handle whatever that just was, on top of Torto's panic. All he was trying to do was summon his blades, not ask for a hallucination he can't explain. He's not even sure if he should try to explain it.

"Shit, uh...look, I'm fine." He forces himself to stand, but whatever he's just experienced seems to have taken its toll on him. Sol ends up swaying a little bit when he attempts to right himself, forcing him to grab onto Torto's arm for support. That's definitely not helping his case. "I think, uh, I mighta just stayed awake too long or somethin'."

This has to have something to do with seeing a corpse yesterday morning, or with how he drank before that, or with how little sleep he's gotten beyond resting off his hangover...

Torto really doesn't know what to make of all of that either, but he knows it can't be good. "Man, I don't think you should be out here anymore. Y'want me to help you get back home?"

Embarrassed as he is to be in this mess now, he's still just a little too concerned to just shrug it off. Maybe Torto is right about him needing to head back to the temple...

"Yeah, uh...sure. Let's go."

Torto turns back to the guests as he hooks his arm over Sol's shoulder, pulling him in so he can fly without expending too much effort on steering himself. His tone is much more stern than anything he's used thus far, but he's attempting to keep his worry out of it in front of them.

"I'll be back in a bit. Don't mess with my truck while I'm gone."

With that, flames glowing both blue and gold engulf their bodies, and Torto lifts Sol off of the ground, slowly easing the two of them into the air before taking off in the direction of the Ultraviolet Temple.

As bad of a first impression as some of the other hosts running this event have given him, that display between Sol and Torto does have Death a little concerned. At the same time, this isn't his business, and right now, he has no idea how he could help anyway. Meddling would be unwise, no matter how good his intentions or well-justified his worry may be.

He'll just... have to keep an eye out, if he's still sticking around after tonight.

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Hello, we are the Neighbours - 1/2

Heated Afternoons

Summary: Virgil and Remy have been close for years. Remy is rather shy with new people but supposed to introduce himself to the new neighbours - of course Virgil is around to help his friend! Turns out, the boring old neighbours have a hot adolescent and fae are pretty hot. Virgil uses she/her and he/him. Remy uses he/him. Emile uses they/fae.

tags: a LOT of swearwords, edginess, Teenagers scare the living shit out of me, weapon mention, hints at violence, slight creep factor, being salty at authority, lovingly insulting one another, food, piercings, kisses, bold moves, innuendo, visual puns, cigarettes (no smoking!), edibles, mentions of getting high, marijuana (implied), saying mean things about your mom but not really meaning it bc social anxiety ah Tumblr: next // ao3: all / 1 / 2 . // masterlist . My KoFi - Support me ♥ or Commission me Story under the cut:

“I can’t believe she is doing that. This little bitch. I swear to fucking everything unholy, I will move out the second this stupid university accepts me.”

Virgil glanced at his friend, the long man fidgeting wildly as he fumbled with his house keys.

“You got them or not?”

The addressed adult shot him an angry glare.

“Of fucking course I do! Do you take me for an idiot, too?”

The smaller one shrugged, his black and blue beanie moving a bit as if to shake itself in denial at the mean sound.

“Do I look like I care that you are a crazy dog? I kinda stopped at some point, if you did not notice it before. Just for clarification, Riri.”

Virgil flicked the rainbow button on his beanie heartlessly.

“Can we go before your mom comes back and makes us bring these shitty biscuits, too? “

Remy snorted in offence and pushed the little box with his elbow, not even sparing it a glance.

“What-fucking-ever. Let us just go. Can’t take this shit with these two treating me like I am five. I am literally done with school and just waiting for an acceptance letter, I am even working and saving up and they still treat men like I am some fucking toddler who cannot even walk straight!”

His friend rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the counter.

“Yo, I am willing to babysit you, stop acting like that. I am allowed to baby you!”

He heard a hissing sound when Remy sucked an annoyed breath through his teeth. His rainbow knee socks contrasted greatly with his sour mood. His whole outfit was about the opposite of everything people would expect from him. Except for his black combat boots. Those looked exactly like his knife-stabbing mood towards the whole world (well, safe for his friend Virgil. She would be safe for now.)

The young adult looked like the embodiment of sunshine and rainbows with the bright pair of knee socks hugging up his strong legs. His plain black skirt was lacy and lazy in the way it fell over his thighs. Askew, like the neon pink bow in his shoulder-long hazel hair. A white shirt saying “Sleep” in holographic block letters completed the odd look he offered. It was so huge, it was wearing Remy more than he wore it.

Virgil shrugged, her unicorn/bunny onesie (“Virgil, this shit literally has a fucking tail like some of Bambi’s followers, not like a proud, rainbow-shitting creature to break laws and eat tears with supernatural ‘fuck you’ magic!” - “Shut up, maybe it was declared a unicorn because maybe this is what it feels like you intolerant moron”) called “Philly” largely encompassing her frame. It was white and pink - the little tail was as rainbow as the rest of his heart and mind.

..Even if nobody could see that.

“You will get the biscuits if you are fast enough with me. Get your ass going!”

Remy pocketed his keys at last and stuck his pink tongue out at his friend.

“You were literally the one to keep dragging this whole thing out”, Virgil reminded him patiently, her hand digging into the soft pockets of whatever synthetic cheap-ass shit her comfortable dream suit was made of.

“You know, you got me and I look nice but I will fuck up a dude if he fucks with my little baby.”

Something about her voice seemed to drop into a level of threat. Something... just something in his voice was so morbidly dark, it gave Remy chills for just a moment.

He muttered, walking to the door.

“I will not take you to the ice rink anymore if you flash a fucking knife, you silly bunnycorn.”

Virgil followed, by now two unwrapped lollipops in hand. He stretched one into her friend’s direction, barely nudging his lips. It was coke and almost as dark as Remy’s raven, makeup on his mouth.

“Bunnycorn sounds debatable. You may use it and I will refrain from stabbing you. Also, you know I dropped my butterfly into the fucking gutter. I will never get it out. Can’t exactly tell the cops I found an illegal weapon in there but want it out and in my possession. Too suspicious. They will get me locked up or some shit. I am not 13 anymore and they will fuck me up.”

She shrugged.

“Whatever. Eat the pop, bro”, he encouraged as she slipped the sweet ball on a stick into his mouth. The unicorn ripped the door open and swung it to the side so violently, the hinges cried and her body leaned in to follow the force her hand needed to contain.

“Ooops, you are an eager piece of shit”

Virgil shrugged and jumped down the little set of stone stairs. It was like these blocks of cobble stone. They were uneven and ugly. Truly hideous and useless.

A ramp would have been so much better, especially considering those were the flattest two steps of shit he had ever seen in his life. At least then Remy’s family would be able to get Remus in without carrying his stupid wheelchair - or needing to buy a fucking lift or whatever they usually did. Stairs sucked anyway. This house was on the fucking ground, not in the sky.

“I fucking hate your parents sometimes, not gonna lie, dude.”

Remy shrugged at that.

“Feel that every day, pal.”

His friend smiled patiently as he closed and locked the door behind him, careful not to break it further. The door was okay but Virgil*s consistently energetic treatment was not.

“Okay, whatever. Let us get to those neighbours. I am ready for the real shit going down!”

Virgil hopped on her bare feet, the jingles on her earring dancing and chanting happily.

Suddenly, she stooped and flinched, her hands immediately flying to undo her buttons.

“Yo- Yo what are you doing? Stop ch- WH - WHAt the FUCK ?!”

The small social reject nudged the other and pointed her wet lollipop at him. There was judgement in his determined eyes.

“If you wanna introduce yourself to the neighbours, you gotta establish dominance. We are gonna out-weird these boomers! This is the perfect strategy to make sure they are gonna leave ya and your dummy thicc brother alone.”

The unicorn happily danced.... or just prepared for a violent attack at something.. someone. She was charging her energy. The ketchup paint on her pink undershirt assembled to say “Tell Jesus to suck harder”. It was framing the upper and lower parts of the shirt, perfectly framing the upside-down paragraph on it.

“We are going. I want my stupid biscuits because your mom does not use raisins. She used fucking sprinkles and chocolate. This is my fucking aesthetic.”

A shrug accompanied the statement.

“Who likes raising biscuits anyway, I mean - really? Those are sad ones and if you don’t have any better, you take it but we are all striving for higher things in life.”

Remy rolled his eyes but softly approached his friend. There was something vulnerable in his step when he offhandedly looked at Virgil, no scowl or complaints hiding away the feelings in his face.

A little bit of pain seemed to paint his features, exceeding the simple level of discomfort. He stretched his arms out for a hug.

His trusty idiot of a friend immediately pulled him in, her arms wrapping around his middle. A sigh tickled his neck.

“I will fight your feelings”, he mumbled.

The taller one shook his head before shrugging.

“Just stay...”

The sentence broke off.

Maybe it was just Virgil but these two words were just a part of so much more he could and should have said.

Instead, the tall dude stretched his shoulders enough to tug his arms away from Virgil’s strong hug. It was nearly suffocating but not him, his bad feelings.

Virgil had the most grounding hugs Remy had ever felt. This could be all due to the bunny costume he was wearing but this was not the first time Remy got her embraces and suddenly felt wiped clean of all the bad feelings.

A small smile dared to fly the corners of his lips upwards.

“If she bitches around, we will dip. I will doubt it, though. She’s gonna be busy with Remus because fawning over him will never get tired.”

He shrugged. It was quick and unconvincing.

After the shrug, his shoulders still seemed pulled down enough to be identified as “burdened”.

Virgil noted it with an eyebrow raise. She was too wrapped up around the lollipop to turn this matter into a long and wild evaluation of this family and all its issues.

They were better off than his stupid shit relatives anyway.

“Hey, hottie, did I tell you about Logan?”, he asked instead. Something in Remy seemed to drop and he brushed against Virgil’s side as he took one of her hands and squeezed it.

“No, tell me while we walk. What about Logan? Who is this even?”

Remy was tame when grounded. He was so tame and nice when you were nice.

The man was calm when you showed him it was okay to be calm and right to be composed without imposing it as standard he had to follow.

“Okay, listen!”, Virgil started, his naked feet jumping into motion and leading them on to their destination just a few houses down, “so, my sib came out, right? And..”

She made a wet sound, a squelching could be heard as she pulled the lollipop out for a moment. Remy was so close, he swore he could hear the tiny gremlin swallow. He chuckled and leaned his head against hers for a bit.

It was more symbolic than practical and he immediately retreated after Virgil pressed her head’s side against his.

“And they were looking for a name. Just a few minutes before I got my ass over to yours, they came up to me and said they wanted to use “Logan” as preferred name, so I was like “huh? But that is your name, sibby” and they groaned but took it as acceptance.”

The taller one smiled weakly.

Their destination came into view.

“You are a good sibling, you know? Logan can be happy to have you throughout all of this.”

Virgil shrugged as she dropped the shrinking lollipop into her mouth once more. He pointed at the moderately-sized house. It looked sort of regular, one big VR still parked in the front.

“This one?”

Remy’s eyebrows narrowed, huddling together. They were slightly plucked but still looked natural. Somehow, Virgil felt proud of this.

A nod indicated yes at last. It felt annoying - how could a nod even express annoyance?

The unicorn snuggled closer.

“Enjoy your coke, bastard.”

The younger one groaned, rolling his eyes as he - once more - used the stairs.

Virgil scowled at them while the male glared.

“Literally, stairs are a pain and we should fucking bomb them away, honey.”

Remy squeezed his hand.

“Uh.. I mean,,.. fuck stairs but.. um”, he looked down, his eyes showing him just how much he was standing on a stranger’s doorstep, “fuck.”

Discomfort pooled in his hear, making him feel cold all of a sudden. It tickled in him but in a way that made him feel like he was going numb.. maybe he would just faint.

Instead, he kept stuttering about the door, just repeating the nonsense echoing through his burning mind

“It is okay, Remy. I can kiss it away!”

She grinned at him and leaned in. The stuttering stopped at once.

Wide eyes stared into the curiously baby blue orbs Virgil’s face held.

Coming closer and closer and-

“Yo, I really appreciate the company, but I really just wanted to go back inside.”

A voice like dark sandpaper rubbed between them, sawing their intimacy away and making Remy jolt in surprise. Hot, bloody anxiety flooded back into his consciousness whilst Virgil closed the distance between them as the unicorn/bunny stepped back before her tall baby.

“Okay, bitch, that is it, I will fucking FIgthT yOU!”, he screeched, bouncing up.

Remy acted fast to pull the furious ball of rage back into place. At least the unicorn was so small, he could easily contain the raging bean.

The new voice was more than voice, it was a person. Evidently, they already looked like friends, despite Virgil’s sudden threats and Remy’s gut-freezing anxiety. The styles seemed to unify them. They all looked like a bunch of social rejects old people would frown upon and little kids would point at. Brave teenagers would be scared and young adults would try to dominate then.

A person with an actual body stood there, dismissively leaning against the nearby wall of the house. A beanie adorned their head much like Remy’s and in contrast to Virgil’s messy ginger head.

Skin darker than a slight tan, eyes green like a miracle and so deep, deeper than the forest and every treasure.

A few strands of different colours could be seen to defy the beanie, They proudly stood out in the sunny light of a comfortable Sunday afternoon. Remy could identify a colour akin to pumpkins and different shades of green as if sculptured by nature personally.

Unnatural colours for hair but still, the stranger wore them as if this was the most natural of all occurrences.

Was this a bit of light blue? It contrasted with the row of shiny piercings in the stranger’s ears -- they all looked like little cartoon items of food? And that nose ring was to die for...

“And you wanna fight me, why?”

Virgil hissed, his jaw snapping together but only biting air before the newcomer.

“Ff-f-ucking ffforg-get it”, Remy jumped in, still mesmerised by how ripped someone’s jeans could really get. They were not revealing but fitting with a bit of space while being scratches and patched at any place he could identify.

Virgil came back to life at this comment, vocalisations of all the threatening kinds were thrown like from a feral animal.

The “suck the right butts” shirt with a human cartoon butt next to a burning cigarette seemed to tickle Virgil a bit into a level of slightly less intense readiness to throw hands. At least the weirdo had some style.

“Alright. Would you step away, then? I want to go back inside and eat my pancakes.”

Something within Remy died as the person said that.

Oh fuck.

Everything that did not matter seemed to matter an this point.

“You are the new neighbour?”, Virgil blinked dismissively and waved, “overrated.”

The stranger clicked a tongue impatiently, one blonde brow quirking up in question without him repeating his words.

“That b-bitch is on fucking coke o-or some ssshit! Don’t mind him!”

Remy pushed Virgil to the side, his arms still wrapped around him as to not let her fall down these miserably sad stairs.

Virgil huffed.

“Coke? You fucking picky shit, You can have cherry if you want it! I took it only because I love you more than I like coke flavour and you fucking thank me like this? I wanted to be nice and you are being a dumb butt again!”

He pouted.

Emile looked as uninterested as ever. If there was a sleeping stone on the porch, maybe there would be a chance this person would be more interested but right now? Not so much. The person was unimpressed, forest eyes blank in apathy.

“Listen, you two are very entertaining but -”

Remy cut this speech off in a.... honestly, there was no words for what exactly this special piece of human did at this point.

For some anxiety-logic reason (and for this “reason” only), he smacked Virgil’s furry thigh and let out an inhumane screen before pushing himself in front of the door and pushing his hand between him and the new neighbour. Or whom he deemed to be that person.

Virgil was next to him instead of before him and looking less smug or feral, just a tad confused at best. A reaction like this had her blink and swallow the cherry flavour of her saliva that came from the generous lollipop in her mouth.

He could not complain about that.

Well, maybe Emile would complain.

“Excuse you?”

A blonde eyebrow rose up. The stranger looked at Remy as if he was nothing but a mortal insect to the mighty deity this person was.

Remy was not shaking but his heart was uncontrollably sweating, swirling around his chest cavity and basically running in circles at an immense speed. Great panic ruled his existence and left him gasping and shaking his head for a moment.

“I- I am bit- REMY!”, he started, “I AM REMY”

He basically screamed his personal introduction at Emile. Panic regulated the tone of his voice and make his further screeches even more incoherent as Virgil just stood by, awestruck and frozen at this... this event of uncommon occurrence.

Honestly, she would lie if she claimed to have ever seen this sort of behaviour before. This was pretty much a first after considering just how anxious Remy was around strangers. Maybe the gayness in the air was just overriding the last bit of influence his braincell had?

Virgil appreciated the feeling but did not share the sentiment (which is a lie). He really did not (LIE). He REALLY did NOT!! (cheap lie. Read: he very much did but pretended not to care as much while his eyes tried not to shape into tiny hearts for how attracted she was to this new person).

Holy shit those two needed some more social contact other than each other.

“I am Emile. Fae/faer and They/them. I am not not really-”

Fae sighed, interrupting faer own sentence.

“My grandparents lived here for longer. I am the only new one here. I came here for a summer job only, so you don’t have to deal with me for long. You can just go back and make out in front of your own house now.”

Virgil blinked, underwhelmed.

“Shut up.”

Remy immediately drew in a gasp of air. It was loud, audible and more than just intrusive to anyone on the street. This sound could have been heard by everyone in the entire neighbourhood.

“Virgil, you insolent prick, shut up yourself, you wanted to be nice and help! You are not getting knife privileges, you .. you.. sucky.. fucky.. me-mean...”

He stumbled over his own words, suddenly finding himself at a loss of words as he was faced with the situation he was in.

This was too much. What was this even?

This was absurd, this is what it was. It was absolutely confusing and weird and not as it should have been. He should have given some stupid biscuits to some stupid neighbours and just bad-mouthed his mom for a bit longer because of how salty he got at the forced social interaction. Instead, he was caught in the gay panic that was this.. this fucking mess!

“If you don’t say “yes”, tell us to leave”, Virgil growled as he leaned in.

Emile did not back away even by an inch.

Actually, fae even leaned in, fae leaned in so much, fae could whisper right against Virgil’s lips. The thought of a word was lost on their lips as they moved and pronounced just enough of a “yes” for her to shoot forward and press their lips together.

Within seconds, hands got caught up in fingers, in strands of hair and articles of clothing.

Virgil brushed over the beanie, trying to find something to hold onto as he pulled down the giant of a faeling for a good session. There was no real grip there. Instead, she opted to do the one good thing she could be doing instead.

The unicorn tugged Emile down, pushing them against the door - right next to Remy who squealed in reply at the sudden crash.

They groaned into the kiss, hands looking for more roughness in the endlessly silkiness of a onesie. The push against the door was not even minded with as much as a mental note or even ...anything, really. The groan might have been nothing but pleasure.

But as soon as Virgil, The Storm (TM), has come, as soon he left again. She pulled away, clicking her tongue.

Somehow, she must have lots her lollipop.

If he had even half a mind for anything but getting more of Emile, she might have realised how she had dropped it in the moment their lips had crashed. How else would lips get that close in the first place? Lollipops were a good way of policing closeness - too good. They prevented kisses too much.

Virgil stepped back a bit, looking at Emile and Remy in satisfaction. Her curious eyes switched between one tall to the other tall pal.

“So... you two gonna shake hands now and say the whole neighbourhood shit? I did not come here for nothing.”

She shrugged, looking away as if to look for something. Sure, she found it on the ground. The pink ball of lollipop she had dropped in the excitement of sweeping in idiot up in a storm of a sudden kiss, the winds of passion and electricity of pleasure and excitement meeting.

Nonchalantly, the unicorn picked up the piece of trash and threw it into the trash in front of the house.

All the while, Emile and Remy watched her quietly.

“I told you to do the societal bullshit thing, so we can be nice and steal your biscuits Remy’s mom made.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I am Virgil, by the way. I am a unicorn and you would not dream to dream of me even in your wildest dreams.”

Fae nodded.

A new sense of knowledge - respect - was in their violently green eyes.

Remy simply shook his own head into waking his brain up.

“Remy, he/him. Virgil uses she/her and he/him.”

He cleared his throat, voice weak but not exactly recovering even after his little treat to his throat. He swallowed his coke-flavoured lollipop liquids.

“Sorry about ..”, he gestured towards his friend who cuddled up next to him as if he had done nothing more but given her mom a hug or whatever trivial thing like texting a bro, “that.”

Virgil huffed but said no more, only leaned into his side and sighed, sounding surprisingly void of energy.

“Do you want to come inside?”

Remy flinched at the question. The hot neighbour was pulling this fucking beanie off their head, revealing their colourful hair. Green and blue, orange-ish and purple were easily spotted in the mess of a dyed paradise. Faer hair were curled like clouds. Exactly like clouds. It was probably the most balanced state between curled up and simply wavy hair.

Virgil shrugged.

“Nah, did you not hear us? We came here by force because we hate life but adults think you gotta be nice to new neighbours. So imma go to Remy’s and eat these fucking biscuits his mom made for you because they will be great and you cannot have them. You can dream of them.”

She hugged him as if to prove a point.

The neighbour shrugged.

“Just wait a minute. I want to give you something. You guys.. you guys need it - you deserve it, you know?”

They pulled the beanie back over their head.

“Re- Remy? Can you move, I gotta get inside for a moment.”

Fae gestured towards the door and Remy quickly pushed against Virgil enough to straighten up his slouching friend a bit and give way to Emile.

The feral idiot seemed.. pretty much asleep at this point. Was there any point in even trying to wake her up? Probably not.

Anyway, the deity of a neighbour disappeared inside for a few moments and quickly came back with a little box.

“Biscuits”, fae stated rather bluntly. So much about them was just so blunt and straightforward without being straight in the slightest.

“I don’t think mine are better. I know it.”

They winked before disappearing into the house again, the door clicking shut with a loud and definite sound. For now, this was the last bit of interaction they would be able to squeeze out of faem.

But..

Virgil shook awake at the sudden impact of the door slamming back into its frame and pushing the lock until it clicked and closed as it was supposed to act. Instead of staying awake, his eyes switched from shot-open to rolling up to reveal white only until his lids had the mercy of blanketing these pools of eyes.

Her head travelled upright against the door with a dull “donk” and immediately lost all support from her neck, therefore rolled back against Remy’s shoulder.

“Virgil! Virgil, hey! Food!”

The bunny mumbled and turned closer to hugged Remy from the side. His arms reached around the entirety of the barely dressed man, a few curious fingers started tugging at his short skirt.

“Virgil!!”

The naughty friend groaned at the loud noise as if she had room to complain with even a bit of ground to stand on.

“Nooooo”, he whined. His body pulled back, forced by the magic of friendship to respect the boundaries of Remy’s super important message or whatever the shit,

He just wanted a nap and biscuits, man.

“Fuck..fuck you..mm”

Virgil was still busy rubbing her eyes when the taller man pointed at the box.

“We got more biscuits for you”, he informed the feral cryptid, “and it is in a box - Emile’s box. You know what that means.”

The onesie-clot bitch shrugged, shaking his head. A moment passed while Remy hugged the box, a dirty grin appearing on his lips.

“Wait~”

He lifted the lid just enough to reach into the box and get the first biscuit. Instead, there was a little.. piece of paper?

Remy pulled at it until it was in proper vision to see. He skipped down the stairs while Virgil sluggishly stumbled down the miserable excuse of stupid stone stairs. Literally those shits should be forbidden and aborted. Everyone would just trip over stairs but not on ramps.

Ramps were cool. Get ramps, kids.

“Vi, you h-”, Remy held his breath, stopping himself from saying anymore. Instead, he passed a note to a rather tired and moody baby of a bunny.

>>Get high with me tomorrow? xx xxx xxxx xxxx - HMU, you two are cute. BTW, love the shirt.<<

The awakening pal patted his own thigh suddenly, then the box and eventually reached up to Remy and pulled him into a kiss as if his lips depended on it.

It was much shorter than the wild session of kisses he had shared with Emile.

Again, as soon as Virgil came, as soon she was gone again.

With that, she grabbed the box and ran off.

“You bitch won’ be gettin’ any coke nor any COCK without me!”

He jumped around the corner, back to where the two had come from.

“You owe me a few cherry kisses yourself, Virgil!”

Remy promptly ran after her, cheeks ablaze, baked from the sun of a thousand kisses, heart flying on the wings of compliments and mind thriving on the warming and tickling light of hope.

Inside, Emile peeked out of the windows enough to see the two chasing down the block. Littering was bullshit but these two surely were some good.

The new neighbours were not so bad after all.

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nozomijoestar · 5 years

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Wrote NaraTrish having fun, confessing, and comforting each other bc they’re so great as either friends or a couple

*This isn’t for nasty pedo thotties or prudish infantilizing thotties, both sides of the discourse shut up 1-2 year gap max is fine and no one should ever sexualize minors with or without adults, this is for well adjusted people who recognize teens can explore sexuality and romance without showing sex or being disgusting fetish ty

Anyway I made like 3 Aerosmith song references if you can find them cool keep on rockin (extra bonus if you know what the allusion is at the final paragraph and line) also bisexual hc for both

"Your hands are a lot bigger than mine. That's friggin unfair. I'm a guy!" Trish giggled yet the only irritation he felt aimed at himself. He knew why that was. How he once scrounged a year eating trash; no home or bed and the eyes of wolves reflected in anyone else. When he would tell her however remained uncertain. It brought only shame. "Narancia there's nothing wrong with that. Look, you're covered with callouses. I'd never get one in a million years." She smiled and separated their hands to trace along his. Her finger ran along his lifeline; a patch of skin on his left palm mangled by scars. He didn't know what quick thing he should say. His boyish eyes were too dazzled by how smooth she was by comparison. How nice she smelled. The way he carried himself just didn't cut it. But now wasn't the time to think, Trish was speaking. "If you're worried about looking manly I think you're already there. Halfway at least." Narancia groaned and hung his head. The bravado he clung to deflated. She touched their foreheads. Their hands returned to their laps. No hesitation bothered Trish when she stroked his cheek. He moved to rest his head against her shoulder. "You really think I'm doing a good job Trish? This whole thing, this fuckin mess...Your life in danger...Your asshole dad-" "I said before to all of you. Even if I have to die by the end; I won't meet it without knowing who I came from. I'll see this through never running away." She felt him sigh and lean against her. She'd flooded confidence into what she said. It was conviction. Not just because she believed it, or because facing one's problems defined responsibility. Courage propelled Narancia forward; eased past his turbulent indecisiveness whenever he wasn't under threat. Buccellati breathed such a thing as if it were life energy. Without her full awareness that will had a hand in shaping her, when exactly she couldn't say. To think the same man she might regard as a true father often disregarded Narancia being wounded short of death- that gnawed at her. To Trish, risking his life being part of the job didn't justify some callousness. Whether she loved Narancia as a man or a comrade he mattered beyond being ordered. When she realized he'd gone awfully quiet she embraced him. He was so small despite being an inch taller. A minute passed before anything came from him. "I was so scared. Following everyone- I was so so scared. Buccellati's never been wrong; but when I had to make up my own mind I froze. That's awful...I owe him everything but I froze. Why couldn't I just be ready to die for him and come along to begin with?" She pet his hair and leaned against him closing her eyes. He felt coarse, even a bit sweaty. No one could remember the last time they'd taken consistent showers. Yet the longer she felt his heart in silence the more she didn't care. Only he could do that. Of the talkative bunch Mista was a friend; but his fault lay in the ways he bore himself down. Asserted himself a bit too intensely. Narancia had been different from the start. Thus by her book he got away with less. Most importantly he was the easiest to talk to. He could be loud and quick tempered at insults- then soft spoken the moment he grew unsure in himself, or unsure at saying the right thing on his mind. Even if he didn't always understand, he knew how to consider what others suffered. Not once could Trish remember him speaking to her knowingly with ill intent. So she held him thinking, grasping in her mind for any smart sounding solutions. Anything Buccellati might say as much as it annoyed her to admit it. Ultimately that proved fruitless. No one else but Buccellati could be him after all. Instead she said, "No one is glad to die Narancia." He tensed up. Trish pulled back and looked him in the eyes; spoke directly to his heart. "No one's glad to die even if they say they are. They'll hate it right to the moment it happens. I think you were right to hesitate. That's not an easy choice." "Hmm...if you say so. Giorno gave me hope what I chose was right y'know; he's that kinda guy. I gotta figure out how to do that for me. And I guess also...the stuff you said about not giving up on finding things out..." Narancia fiddled with his hands. Mussed his hair. Buying this much time to think in conversation set off Trish's suspicions. She raised an eyebrow; that was her tell. "I thought you were a lot like me. But you don't just do things on whims, so I guess not. Sorry." The room inside the turtle grew quiet only for a pause. Trish broke it with a laugh light as air. Immediately Narancia's grim mood was wiped away by a panic. He spoke as she kept laughing. "Did I say something dumb?" Trish wiped a tear from her eye and fell calm. She had such control of her emotions sometimes he could always tell where one had stopped and the other began. Emotion through his mind took on the unguided frenzy of a storm. The idea of control, like obeying authority he didn't choose, slid off him no better than oil on water. "No no Narancia just silly. You can empathize with someone without being them." "Empathize? What's that mean?" "Means you can understand what someone feels. You understand it and share it. Usually if you've gone through similar things." "My mom died when I was younger and my dad could care less about me too. That's why I emp...empi-" "Em-pa-thigh-ze." "Yeah that. Empathize." "That's alright Narancia I get it." She wouldn't press him for more. That would come in his own time on his own terms. Not knowing everything didn't make the pang in her heart less real. "Dads suck huh?" They laughed. They didn't know if it was to mask hurt or dry humor or both. Though it felt sudden but certainly wasn't, now Trish wanted anything to change the mood. She stood up and Narancia's eyes followed in constant interest. No one needed to say anything for him to mimic her. "I never showed you my Stand did I? You were injured." In an instant every feature of Narancia's face glowed excitement. He made exaggerated gestures and talked almost twice as fast. The others could find it annoying or immature but she saw endearing. "You didn't you have to show me! What's its name? Lemme see lemme see!" "Settle down Narancia I'm not going anywhere." Trish stood still and shut her eyes. She breathed a deep breath. Her concentration would've faltered if it weren't his eyes watching. A trick she's formed was to focus on an idea of her father. How she'd hit him back. The rest came easy. "Spice Girl." A feeling on her skin like a buzz when you come close to an electric current swept over her. Behind her, from her a shimmering humanoid figure emerged. Despite all the attention it took to summon Spice Girl appeared in an instant. It matched her height and build; that was where the similarities ended. It's skin was pinks and reds and rare whites. The eyes were catty and yellow; all emotion reserved to observe the world. Symbols marked its head, kneecaps, and shoulders. Though he never finished elementary school Narancia thanked Fugo for learning to recognize them. They were equation markers. Addition and division. Something akin to a tunic with narrow rectangular gaps covered its chest. A tiny skirt resembling a Centurion's at the end of that hid the groin. It said nothing yet stared at him; peered into him as if seeing not his body but Aerosmith. Trish opened her eyes; shifted from looking lovingly up at her Stand to enthralled Narancia. His naturally big eyes gave him the wonder of a child. That she always found cute. What hitched her breath came seeing the gentle fascination, the pride for someone else, the way he stared as though it were the only thing he'd find tender. She moved to walk closer toward him and found him doing the same. He remained entranced until they gently collided. Finally his eyes fell on her again; their sweet emotion unchanged. In one of those rare contemplative moments he spoke soft but genuine. Forever genuine. He didn't know any other way to be. "It's really nice Trish. Way cooler than Aerosmith. It looks like it always knows what to do; that's you all the way. Looks strong." Suddenly her face grew red hot; her first blush not from embarrassment. If Narancia noticed he didn't say it, but he probably had. "What can it do?" "It makes anything softer. Like rubber. And that-" She rose her hand and clenched it the way Spice Girl had done at its awakening. "Makes them stronger than diamonds." Spice Girl punched the floor in a blink. The rug beneath them stretched like gum. Narancia stares down trembling ever so slightly. The fabric had appeared to melt into a reflective puddle. Shifting his feet produced a rubbery squish. It consumed him faster than quicksand. Before they could sink knee deep as the ground gave way, it was undone. He sighed and caught his breath. Little by little his composure returned. Though he would never be endangered at her hand such strength made anyone nervous. Spice Girl returned within Trish. They were within arms length. "Pretty crazy huh? I'd never have believed it till it appeared." Narancia nodded dumbly. When she took his hands again he swallowed hard; looked her head on. He had a knack for reading into anything if he applied himself. Right now it washed away under the racing of his heart. There was an energy to her expression he'd never seen on anyone. A look he once imagined Fugo might wear. His body tingled. Trish spoke uncharacteristically sheepish. Paused in places where he thought she'd be firm. Her thumbs brushed along his and it gave him a chill. He didn't want to pull back. The last bits of his rationale struggled to give answers. Was she sick? Did she need to lie down? More importantly how much longer did they have alone? What would he tell the guys? Buccellati? "Narancia I...uh well...this might be weird but- have you ever kissed someone?" A pause. His memory skipped in disbelief. "W-What?" "Kissed someone. Anyone. On the mouth." "Like how my parents used to?" Trish laughed into a sigh. "Yeah like that." Narancia scrambled to undo the burned out engine his thoughts became. He was growing way too hot. Hot the way he sometimes did dreaming of Fugo, or some magazine model, or...Trish. Those nights he'd wake up covered in sweat and dazed. The feeling crashed its way into the present faster than a plane. He couldn't meet her eyes. "No. You'll probably say it's weird but I used to...imagine that with Fugo. N-Not all the time! It would just happen and I couldn't do anything about it." "Oh? Really?" "Yeah. It's stupid cuz guys are supposed to think about girls. And that kind of stuff with them..." If he were looking he'd see some of Trish's fire dampen. She didn't let it reach her voice. "Do you still think of him that way?" "No! N-No...not since he left. I mean I can get why but, he abandoned us when we needed him." His eyes flit to her again. "When you needed him. It's made me real confused; angry too I guess." "Well it's not weird. Not to me. Don't tell anyone but sometimes I've thought of girls too and-" Trish grew fully red in the face again. Even she couldn't finish that sentence. Narancia gasped; his expression lit up with something not painful. "So you get it then! I thought I was the only one. Boys and girls...I don't think I care which." "Right? I don't think I could choose either. But my real question is-" She leaned closer letting him hear her heart through her pulse. He didn't need Aerosmith to tell her breathing went fluttery. It made him want to lean in. "Have you ever wanted to kiss me?" Wordlessly he held her. The spinning indecisiveness that had him tail diving righted itself. He stared at her with his mind made. The tiny gasp she gave at the move solidified his resolve. This wasn't a dream. "You should've just asked me that in the first place." "Eh? So you-" "To be honest I thought you'd never ask or do anything. I'm not the brightest guy at this stuff." "Sorry..." "It's alright." "Really?" "Yeah." Their faces were a hairsbreadth apart. "Ah-" Their eyes shut at the brush of their lips. Neither needed direction or would've taken any from anyone but themselves. He felt Trish wrap her arms around his neck; pressed all of herself against him the way he did her. Slowly she pulled him down with her fingers in his hair. Kissed him stronger when they knelt in sync. The feel of his touch along her jaw electrified them both. Affectionately he brushed her hair behind her ear. No longer than seconds passed each time they separated into another kiss; shallow or meaningful. One after another. The thought of being caught with one look into the turtle from above meant nothing to their roaring hearts. How long it'd been before they separated they didn't know. They sighed against each other. Trish was the first to smile; to giggle in that mystical way Narancia couldn't explain but felt. He kissed her forehead; hated to let go. "Trish I lov-" She put a finger to his lips. "You've already said it for now. Just hold me. I wanna know you're really here." "Ok...ok." They laid on the rug embracing all the while. When she leaned against his chest and tickled his neck at each breath- that was a home. A place only they had. She tilted his chin and he gave it gladly; blushed at the kiss on his nose. At this distance he felt her heart through his. He rested his cheek atop Trish's hair. "Are people always this warm so close?" She asked. "I dunno. Never checked." "I guess we found out anyway." He heard the sleepiness in her voice. She grew heavier against him; relaxed into his shape. He looked down to find her eyes closed. Trish wrapped her arm tighter around his waist. He returned the favor as she slept. Narancia felt himself tire. Trish was the warmest heat he'd ever known. It could rage for him like a furnace one moment, then be gentler than sunlight. He blinked hard and fast. Never took his gaze off Trish. To hell if he was tired. He didn't want to miss a moment. Never one to deny his impulses he kissed her eyes. She made a soft noise against him. Like dusk to dawn the present became the past. The need to rest his body weighed upon him began to win. Before he could drift away his mind showed him a fleeting image. He was alone again. Damp and dirty and his bandaged eye burning. Two years ago that kind of night blended into the next without end. He'd clutch his only blanket tight; his only comfort against death or cold or despair. Narancia glanced at Trish a final time. The helpless boy of then rested into the arms of his blanket, his safety. He'd never slept so soundly.

#naratrish #hoes dont interact those who like it leave a like or rb i appreciate it #narancia ghirga #trish una #jojo's bizarre adventure #my writing

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mercuryriver · 5 years

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Christmas Venom

Word Count: 1601

Genre: Fluff

Summary: If you're still writing for Venom; can I have short thing where Eddie's bestfriend and roommate gives Venom a huge five pound chocolate bar and a huge sweater as a Christmas present(because he's grumpy and dislikes the cold)? Lots of fluff and I jist want to see V being cute. Thank you!!

Pairing: Venom x reader

You heard the door slam shut and you watched as Venom stuck out from inside his jacket, Eddie’s hair sprinkled with snow that was beginning to melt. He toed off his boots at the door, tugging off his wet jacket before he dove straight for the couch, yanking the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping himself in it.

“ So how was the investigating?” You grinned at the both of them, walking over with a mug of hot chocolate. Venom peeked out from inside of the blanket, interested in your beverage as his pointed tongue ran over his pointed teeth but you took a sip, grinning at the symbiote.

“ Venom wants the hot chocolate,” It hissed, eyes narrowing at you but you ignored it just to tease as Eddie scowled at you.

“ My tip didn’t even show up. It was a dead end. He had me waiting in the freaking cold for two hours,” He grumbled, his nose tipped with red as he huffed, rubbing his hands together and you snorted.

“ Why did you even wait in the cold? Scratch that why the hell would you wait for so long? If he didn’t show up in the first half an hour I would’ve left,” You shake your head.

“ I wanted to leave but Eddie insisted on staying,” Venom growled, whipping around to glare at Eddie accusingly but the man merely rolled over in the comfort of the blanket and ignored the symbiote. “ Venom wanted to go home. It was cold. And wet. Winter is stupid.” The symbiote sulked as it burrowed under the blankets.

“ That’s ‘cause it’s a tip! What if he showed up late?” Eddie threw his hands up in frustration and you shook your head. You found yourself shaking your head very often at Eddie. Even before Venom, Eddie absolutely hated the cold. The moment the leaves started to fall from the trees and there was even a hint of the winter cold in the air, it was though he became possessed by a small grumpy man who grumbled at everything. It didn’t get in the way of his work though, he would do anything for a lead. In fact, it actually made him more productive. His questions would become sharper, prodding and poking in the right directions so he could go home earlier. Now, with Venom, his questions and digging got even better, since Venom was so grumpy he’d threaten to eat the interviewee.

“ Ed, it’s Christmas. The man’s probably home celebrating with his family or something. You know? Like normal people?” Eddie frowned before rolled his eyes, dragging a hand across his face before grumbling something about how you’d never understand the world of investigative journalism.

“ I smell food,” Venom grinned, licking his lips again as he slithered up from the blankets. You stood and waved at the turkey on the table and the symbiote disappeared, forcing Eddie to get up from the couch and walk forward to the table before dumping him on a chair. Just as the symbiote tried to stretch toward the food, you leaned over, flicking it in the head and it hissed baring its teeth at you.

“ Gotta carve the turkey first. We’re civilised people,” You ignore the exaggerated gasp from the symbiote and Eddie groaned.

“ ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT I AM UNCIVILISED? HOW DARE YOU.”

“ Guys c’mon can we eat I’m starving,” Eddie groaned. He knew you loved to tease and annoy Venom to no end, bugging him and insulting him. You never called him a parasite though. You were mean, not stupid. You also didn’t want to be flung out the window.

“ V stop pissing the person with the food off.”

“ You will become the food then.” Venom hissed and you laugh, plating a pile of Turkey on Eddie’s plate for the both of them to eat as you poured gravy beside it and gave them a heavy pile of mashed potatoes. As Eddie got up to walk back to the couch so he could watch tv while eating, Venom shot out, stealing a whole turkey leg and popping it into his mouth with a satisfied grin and you chuckle, shaking your head.

The three of you sat on the couch, watching tv and the weather forecast. You listened to Eddie grumble about the weather as Venom hissed along with him until the end of dinner where Eddie just curled up in the blanket again, glaring at the snow falling outside the window. You were mesmerised by the way Venom engulfed the turkey with the bones before spitting them back out, and you were glad that he’d managed to engulf the entire remaining turkey before throwing up the entire ribcaged. Mildly disgusting, but impressive nonetheless. Eddie was pretty much used to it at this point.

As night fell and the room got colder, the both of them hogged the blanket, Eddie complaining about how Venom was ‘leeching’ the warmth off of him, triggering Venom to start screaming about being called a parasite. Eventually, you got more blankets from your room to stop the bickering. If Venom was really angry at Eddie, he was welcome to to go sit nearer to the heater, but he wasn’t moving.

You laugh before heading back to the kitchen counter. There was a small little potted fern which Eddie insisted on having rather than a Christmas Tree. He said that the apartment didn’t need a tree when you could get a potted plant for much cheaper. As a result, the plant sat on top of a wrapped gift that was taller than the entire plant. When you said it looked stupid because the gift was bigger than the plant, Eddie put a Christmas bauble that pulled the entire plant down. You had to sacrifice a decorated tree for the sake of plant, it was going to die under the weight of the ornament.

You pick up the package before opening the freezer to pull out a couple of rectangular packages and walked back over to the couch. Lifting up the blanket slightly to expose his toes, you touched the frozen packages to Eddie’s feet and he yelped as he jolted up, the entire couch shaking when he did.

“ What the-

“ Merry Christmas,” You grin, hanging him the softer, lumpier package. He took it from you curiously, arching an eyebrow at you before ripping open the package to pull out the most hideous looking sweater you could find in the shop. It was bright yellow and green, with tiny crystals sewn into to the obnoxiously green christmas tree in the middle so that every time you turned, the crystals would catch the light and glimmer. Eddie scowled as he examined the sweater, but you could see the way he was forcing back a grin.

“ This is disgusting,” He said incredulously and you laughed.

“ I threw all your other sweaters and jackets in the wash so you can wear this to the office tomorrow,” You grinned. “ You’re welcome. I know, you’re absolutely charmed.” Venom couldn’t help but grin at the sweater, slightly mesmerised by the glimmering crystals like a cat before you cleared your throat, catching his attention.

“ And this is for you,” You placed the frozen packages in between you and Eddie. Eddie pulled the disgusting sweater on and you watched as the symbiote disappeared down Eddie’s collar, only to roll out from under his sleeve, sitting on his hand. He watched as Eddie ripped apart the wrapping before it’s eyes widened and it looked back up at you with a grin as he lickes his lips, his teeth gleaming in the pale light of your apartment.

“ 5 pounds chocolate and some tater tots,” You grinned and the symbiote rolled off Eddie’s hand to sit on the chocolate bar. It was adorable how small the symbiote by itself. It looked like a tiny mass of goop on the chocolate bar. “ I thought maybe with some chocolate you’d stop being a bitch about the cold.”

“ I am not a bitch,” He barely sounded angry as he gazed at the chocolate almost lovingly.

“ Yes you’re not just a bitch. Now you’re a grateful bitch,” You smiled, picking up the chocolate and tearing a corner of the wrapping off. You broke off a piece of chocolate and tossed it to Venom and the symbiote hopped up slightly, engulfing the hunk of chocolate before landing back on the bar and grinning at you.

“ Thank you Y/n.” You faked a groan as the symbiote licked the side of your face before you placed the huge bar of chocolate down, rubbing the *saliva?* off your face. Eddie reached over, ruffling your hair as you shot him a grin, watching as the crystals glimmered in the light. He looked like an actual bloody Christmas tree. Even you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it. You’d rather freeze than wear it. It was a stupid sweater, and you knew that anyone who saw it would find it hideous, but Eddie somehow liked it. He was weird like that.

“ Did you even get me a gift?” You teased, arching an eyebrow at him. You watch as Eddie froze and smiled sheepishly.

“ I forgot it was Christmas,” You rolled your eyes with a smile. You heard Venom scolding Eddie for not getting you a gift even though he was just introduced to the concept of Christmas. Clearly you had won him over with the food. “ I’ll get you something tomorrow. What do you want?”

“ A new roommate,” You teased and he rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a smile.

“ Merry Christmas you little shit.”

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