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|Next Lifetime|Erik Killmonger|
previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
erik killmonger x black reader
|part 4|
warnings: um definitely smut this chapter at the end. so 18+ for this chapter! and a possible trigger warning for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom.
synopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long ass chapter. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.
“You promised on our birthday that you would give me something far more special than the charms you would gift to me. In 2018, you wanted to avenge your birth parents and you went off and did something foolish and when you- when they returned you to me you were-.” you struggle for a bit to find the words to explain it all to him as he takes a step back to gather himself.
He rubs his eyes before grabbing your arms gently and massaging them . He leans down to look you in your eyes before asking “Ma, did you take something before I came to pick you up? You alright? Cause what you saying don’t make no sense at all... Your pupils don't look dilated though.”
“I know how this must sound. Batshit crazy. I know it sounds crazy to me too. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m losing my own damn mind. I don’t know how or why. I just know that you came back to me.” you say to him and he shakes his head.
“Erik. You’re talking about your ex boyfriend...The one that passed... . Alright, I’m going to take you home now... I still don’t understand what’s going on here and I’ve had about all I can take of trying to understand what’s going on here.” N’Jadaka says quietly to you before going around and opening your car door.
The drive was silent as you picked at your nails and let the soft r&b roll over the tension between the two of you.
Your own thoughts were going in about a billion different directions again. It didn’t feel right to just sit on all of that and not say anything at all. As ripped from a science fiction film as it sounded at least he knows.
He was never one to think quietly because you could practically read his thoughts with the changing of expressions across his face.
The relief of seeing your building washed over you as he offered to walk you to your door.
It was bittersweet because there was still so much of him in this different version of him. Even when he was upset with you or livid with whatever ghost that was haunting him back then, he still showed nothing but tenderness to you.
You nod and give him a small smile before following him up the stairs , to your elevator, and finally your door.
“I know that this is a lot. I mean who in their right mind would be able to process all of that.I wish there was any other way to say it... But thank you, I had a really nice time.” your soft words snap him out of staring at your face as if he was trying to piece it all together.
He knew deep down that there was something about you and what happened that weekend while dreaming in colours and other worlds but he couldn’t wrap his head around all of this happening in real life.
You lean up to kiss his cheek and he grabs your shoulders softly. “With all due respect. You seem like a lovely person and a good woman, but I just - this all a lil too weird for me and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we continue seeing each other.”
He kisses your hand and leaves with one look over your shoulder as you call out “Meet me at our spot. If you are still anywhere in there. You’ll know what I mean.”
“What the hell happened ? I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow morning?” Iri says as she settles on the other side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her as you kick off the sandals and lay your head on her lap with tears already prickling your eyes.
“Oh you didn’t? Please don’t tell me you told him about the soulmate reincarnation thing? Sweets, you probably scared the hell out of that man. We needed you to keep that waaay down in the vault.” Tiki adds as she pops the cork off the bottle of wine in her hand and pauses the movie playing on the screen in the background.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do . You’re gonna text him and tell him that you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed earlier today and the meds had you unexpectedly zooted as fuck. “ Iri suggests and you chuckle softly.
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Meanwhile at N’Jadaka’s house he was already being pestered by Lina and Penn for some type of details about what happened during the date. Orleans was already in the kitchen cooking and ear hustling but went back to his conversation on the phone with Big Mike when he realized there wasn’t any tea.
“I don’t feel good. I’m finna go lay down. I’ll talk to y’all in the morning”. He says simply to them before trudging his way to his part of the house.
They had been friends since college and just got used to the idea of living together as they did in the dorms so they made it work after graduation.
It helped them save money for when they finally separated and all of their schedules kept them busy so they didn't have time to get sick of each other. They also knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him and to leave him alone when he gets this moody.
"What the fuck?" He whispered under his breath
"What the fuck was all that?" He continues talking to himself as he strips and walks past the bathroom mirror to the shower.
He stops when something catches his eye. He sees a birthmark on his chest that almost resembles the shape of claw marks. He lets his fingers linger over the mark for a second. Thoughts of a panther mask clouded his memories for a moment before he shook his head and entered the shower.
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A few hours later of talking through it with your girls about possibly seeing a therapist about all that's going on and you were ready for bed.
It didn't take long to drift off, you were ready to put the whole thing behind you.
The familiar setting of purples , pinks, and hues of blue came into focus and you looked around letting the butterflies land on you again.
You walk through the flowers and find Erik sitting by a stream of water weaving some of the flowers together.
"What the hell, E?" You ask as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck
He turns to you and smiles big , his dimples on full display before shrugging.
"It ain't perfect but it's the best I could do. They said it's like a do-over or something like that. I get a second chance but as a result of the way I did things the first time it's a lil different. Like when you restore a computer and it lose all it's files and shit. I get a new life but I'm still kinda stuck. I kinda like it though. I don't remember all the other shit when I'm awake. It really is like starting over. Shits crazy to explain when you think about it. But for you , you already know. I'd find you in this life and the next and the one after that. I don’t think I’mma ever fully remember what happened with all of that when i’m awake. I’m cool with it. It ain’t something I’m tryna remember." He says tipping your chin up to look at you and kissing you softly
"I know. At least I get to hold you in the real world. It's just different. But guess what I saw today? I seen that bench that you and me signed all them years back. It's still there." You say to him and he places the lil flower bracelet around your wrist as y'all sit and talk for the rest of the night.
By the time you wake up with the aroma of breakfast wavering throughout the loft you feel a little better about the whole situation with Erik, not Erik.
You opened your phone and sent him an I'm sorry gif with a few extra words inspired by Tina's wisdom tooth lie.
After easing into the kitchen and standing in the doorway you see the two lovebirds dancing around the kitchen singing to each other and laying food on the plates.
"Morning lil sleepy head. Don't forget that I'll still be coming down to the center with you today for the seminar. You hungry?" Iris asks as she places the plate in your hands with a kiss to the top of the head.
"Of course. There's a young girl, Sophie there that I really think would love to talk to you. She's just starting her transition. And her parents are wonderful but they don't really have much money. She hasn't really had the chance to get more “feminine” presenting clothes and she likes makeup. " You say and she nods catching your drift.
"Well it'd brighten anybody's day seeing a beautiful successful trans woman like myself honey. But let's lift her spirits even more. I'm gonna bring some of the makeup I got from pr packages and some of the clothes from this collection. I really hope it helps." She answers and Tika just saunters over to her proclaiming her love for her.
"Alright alright alright. I get it. I'm single as hell." You say laughing softly
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Two weeks ticked by with radio silence on N'Jadaka's end. After the 4th day when he gave you the cold shoulder at a coffee shop, you decided to stop trying.
Maybe it wasn't fate and maybe you were just believing what you wanted to believe.
You reason with yourself as you walked around the loft making notes about the new housing project you were working on.
Finally having the house to yourself with the lovebirds gone for the day on a little adventure. You got to work budgeting and calling different areas to rent out apartments to you for women and lgbtq+ with housing insecurities.
Your ramblings and thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door , thinking that Iri or Tika left something behind.
"I told you to take your sunscre- Daka?" You question as he stands in front of you
You cross your arms and furrow your brows while waiting for an answer from him.
He stands for a moment like he’s trying to gather all of his thoughts together in a way that makes sense to both of you.
"What're you doing here?" You ask putting your hand on your hip.
He drops his shoulders and lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.
"I didn't wanna believe it. What you said that night cause like how the fuck does something like that happen? I’mma be honest. I wanted to just believe that you were a lil off and leave it at that but something keeps telling me that you right. I can't remember shit before college and all I wanted to do was be with you. From the moment I met you in the store. I was like, this is it. This is what's missing. A piece to a puzzle that's all jumbled up." He admits and you nod slowly before letting him in.
You walk around the kitchen getting a cup of tea for yourself and sitting a cup of coffee down on the counter for him.
“Don’t worry it’s black, I know you dont like it sweet.”
"You know I didn't exactly expect my fiancee that I buried months before to show up at a damn supermarket of all places. This isn't some movie or fanfiction. These kind of things don't happen in real life. Daka you, you had claw marks all over you. The last time I laid eyes on you. And now you're here in front of me. I thought that I was losing my mind." You say and he starts to unbutton his shirt.
"These." He says peeling his shirt off and showing you the birthmarks on his chest and shoulder.
You trace your fingers over it before leaning your head on his shoulder.
"I asked my parents about my childhood and when I passed by my old neighborhood a few days ago andI remembered some things. I remember what happened to my other parents, in pieces. Shit’s brutal." He says dropping his gaze
"It's okay." You whisper to him and wrap your arms around him. You rocked him for a moment letting him let all of those feelings wash over him.
He embraced you for a moment before kissing you tenderly. You tug at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss when he press you against the counter.
"We'll figure it out... Something telling me I'd be a fuckin fool to lose you again." He says quietly against yours lips.
"Are you gonna make love to me or are you going to keep looking at me like that?" You ask as he studies your whole face like he's looking at art.
"A memory. It's you. We stood right here and I kissed you the same way. You were saying something like "you bring yourself home to me"." He says and you nod frantically, holding him closer to you.
"I did. It was right before you left." You admit and he nods before lifting you up onto the counter and kissing you heatedly this time. He kisses down to your breasts before looking up at permission from you to unhook your bra.
Always a man that knows what he's doing. He takes kisses around your breasts and nipples. He takes his time to lick and caress you until he works his way down.
You shake your head yes before moving to slide off your panties but his kisses and his mouth is already beating you to it as he kisses down to your thigh.
He slides your panties off with his teeth and tosses them over his shoulder.
You tilt your head back as you feel him wasting no time massaging over your clit and working you over with his fingers, curling them and stroking you gently.
Your soft moans fill the room when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and begins to suckle your clit softly , swirling his tongue over it.
"Tika will kil- Ooh god. How does your tongue feel like it's vibrating?" You ask and he only chuckles and grips onto your cheeks to bring you closer to him.
He was feasting on and devouring you like he was going to lose again and you could grind your hips down against his tongue and moan his name sweetly.
He didn't stop his tongue or fingers working in you until your legs are shaking and you're gripping at his head.
"You have- fuck. I'm a squir-" you moan his name brokenly while trying to get out your words and lean back for a moment licking his lips before realizing what you're trying to say.
"Hold that for me. I wanna come with you." He says to you and you pout and protest as he removes his fingers. He picks you up off the counter and carries you bridal style asking you which room is yours.
"Left , left." You giggle into his shoulder as he helps you slide your dress off and you unbutton his jeans for him.
You capture him in a kiss for a moment feeling his soft plump lips against yours again for the first time in what feels like forever.
"It's been a long time since I've done all of this. . . Gentle." You say and he runs a calloused finger over your cheek moving a curl away from your face as he looks at you.
He gets a quick flash of a memory of you and him in bed. You wore a smile on your face before telling him "happy anniversary".
He trailed his fingers down your body remembering almost every scar , every moment.
When Erik got to a scar at your side. He chuckled, unlocking a memory of you two running from the neighborhood rottweiler , Smokey.
That old ass dog hated you and he hoisted you over the fence first after being out late one night in high school. The gate had caught your side when you jumped.
Erik felt so bad he brought you food from anywhere you wanted everyday from to school for a month.
He leans down to place open mouthed kisses to it.
He traced over your thighs to the cellulite and stretch marks remembering when you first got them.
He was moving homes at the time and he wasn't ready to be further away from you yet. You two just sat for hours at the park in the grass, talking.
" You know white men behind all of that anyways. They want y'all to feel like you gotta look the same way. That's how they make them billions. My mama had 'em . Yo mama , and generations back. And it ain't ever stop them from being the women they are. Besides if any dirtneck nigga ever try you , just tell me. Imma handle it." He would say as you sat with your head on his lap, staring at the sun setting, knowing good and well your grandparents were gonna ground you for being late when you get home.
They never did though cause you were with Erik they knew you were gonna be alright.
"Nothing to worry about. I… I've never done any of that stuff before…Have you?" you question hesitantly as you stare off.
"Tisha. From Ms. Wilkes class. We was coming from the kick back-"
"Uh uh . That's your business , you ain't gotta tell me all of that." You say slightly upset at the fact that Tisha of all people was his first.
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"I got you." He says kissing your forehead then your nose before hooking your leg over his hip and easing into you slowly while his lips are still on yours. His eyes never left yours as he cupped your face sweetly like he didn't want to lose you again.
In this moment he gets a glimpse of prom night and how things changed between the both of you forever.
He wraps his hands around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your belly.
He remembers the pregnancy scare you both had afterwards with him holding your hand and telling you no matter what happens he wanna be there for both of you.
Luckily, nothing came of it but you were definitely closer because of it.
You let out an open mouthed gasp at the feeling of being so full of him after so long.
You rest your hands on his neck and shoulder and he bottoms out fully settling into you as he moves his arms next to balance himself.
You close your eyes as he begins to stroke into you trying to set a rhythm for you as his praises for you fall from his lips.
He kisses his way down your neck licking the marks that are already starting to form there.
"My lil baby." He mutters out after licking a freshly formed hickey forming on top of your breasts.
You open your eyes slowly , looking at him and the way he's looking at you .
"It's been way too long since I've heard that from you. You're remembering?" You ask quietly as you let out a soft moan.
N'Jadaka's muscles flex and tighten as he picks up his pace. His abs clenched as he pulls out almost completely and filled you at a different angle.
The sounds of your moans filling the room with every stride and stroke of his hips, it seems like you're closer to floating in space. The man was fucking you like his life depended on it and at this point all you could do is wrap your arms around him again to comfort you as he shutters and rolls his hips deeper into you. Your walls tighten around him as you relish in the feeling of him.
"Fuck. I remember all of it." He says half chuckling at the way it's coming to him and half nearly in tears cause he really missed being with you.
"I also remember that this is your favourite position cause you like to see my face." He teases before leaning down to kiss you again with them plump ass lips.
"E?" You ask , grabbing his face with trembling hands.
"Baby?" You ask again
He moves his hands from your waist and places your hands in his. Then moving them above your head as he flashes in between making love to you for the last time and now.
You roll over with him and place your hands on your chest riding him slowly getting the rhythm as he strokes into you from below.
He laughs softly when he realizes what you're doing.
"Are you spelling my fucking name , baby?" He asks and you tell him that you can spell both.
You let out a whimper when he brushes your spot and let him take over as he runs his hands over your thighs to your butt and over your back as he strokes into you.
He plants his feet on the bed and work your hips in rhythm with him.
It didn't take long for you to orgasm with a loud shriek of his name . You had forgotten how he gets when he's close as his hands on gripping all over your thighs and your back. You were already feeling sensitive with your second orgasm coming through and this man felt like he was trying to put it in your belly.
He rolls you onto your side giving it to you deeply.
With a loud hiss and panting from him he cums , holding you in his arms.
"I don't think it has felt like that since our birthday last year." He says into your ear as he pulls you closer into his arms.
He engulfs you fully in his embrace and presses a kiss to the side of your head.
You laugh softly and roll over to face him , resting your forehead against his.
"I remember. You took me to Paris. I had never been and at the time I was obsessed with everything Parisian. We fucked on the balcony and somehow I ended up popping the straps to my favorite dress. You still owe me by the way." You tease and he shakes his head laughing.
"I think we ended up saving they marriage from across the way though. They was arguing the whole time. Then they gon watch us like we ain't see them." Erik says laughing as he squeezes your thigh playfully.
"I know they was trying some things." You joke
"I missed you so much. You don't even understand." You admit with a somehow saddened and relieved expression.
"I know. I want to start over this time. All of that Erik Killmonger shit is over with. I wanna keep the name N'Jadaka and just start over. All of that was too heavy on me to carry. I wanna let it all go. I wanna do it right with you." He explains
"Good because if you put me through that again. Wakanda will be the least of your damn worries." You say to him and he nods giving you his word, sealed with a kiss.
"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason. And I think that right now a bath needs to happen and I'm gonna need you to do that thing again that you did in the kitchen cause I'm tryna figure out when you learned that-"
At some point after the bubble bath/ shower combo you were both out like a light until Iri and Tika decide to come busting in like they usually do with little gifts and food for you.
"Guess who's your fave- SHE GOT A WHOLEASS MAN IN HER BED" Iri announces to Tika before your pillow hits the door as she closes it.
"Sorry about that. This is kinda our cuddle hour so they're used to just coming on in." You say sleepily and he just laughs it off while holding you closer.
"It's all good. I remember that I ain't know them much before but when we did spend time with them, they were good people." He says, still trying to piece it together.
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You fell asleep more peacefully than you had in a long time. Now granted, good sex didn't fix the many layers of issues and mysticism surrounding everything.
But for now, you knew that you had him, you had your girls, family and your business. Everything felt alright again.
Right up until the point of sleeping through the first alarm to meet the property owners.
"Bae. Bae your phone going off." N'Jadaka whispers in the dark room , voice still riddled with sleep and grogginess.
"Shit. Shit. I'm gonna be so late." You call out , quickly jumping out of bed and stumbling around the room.
It takes you about 25 minutes to speed through getting dressed in your best skirt suit.
N'Jadaka sits on the end of the bed putting on his shoes and watching you shuffle around.
He had offered to drive you there and stay with you and check out the property with you.
He slows you down by grabbing you by your arms gently and placing a kiss to your lips.
"Good morning, handsome. Let's go"
You walk through the living room with Iri and Tika already posted up in the kitchen placing two breakfast burritos in a container to grab and go.
You grab your things from the counter all while thanking them and jetting towards the door.
"Good luck pooh!" Tika calls after you.
"Byyyyeeee Dakaaaa" they call out after him
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"Here it is . These are the apartments. I know they don't look like much now from the outside. But from the pictures it looks great. And they'll be safe and comfortable here-" you babble on to N'Jadaka while you both stand outside of the building where Erik grew up , until you notice two women walking to a car that clearly wasn't from this area.
You notice Shuri and your breath hitches in your throat.
Frozen in your anxiety, the seconds ticked by and it was too late to leave. She looked you dead in the eye and then at N'Jadaka like she had seen a ghost.
She gasped and Nakia followed the eyes before back into the car.
"SHURI WAIT - PLEASE" you yell out to them but the car was already speeding away.
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My Chubby Little Bunny...
Tamaki Amajiki x Fem!Reader
Words: 1,749
Warnings: Smut, male dom, praise, affection, slight angst
It had been a long day for you both. He had been patrolling since early in the morning and you had been called into work on your day off. But that was the life you both signed up for and honestly you didn’t expect anything less.
Finally arriving home you saw Amajiki lounging on the couch in your shared apartment playing Slime Rancher. Noting his dripping hair and the way his clothes clung to his physique you were already becoming impatient. With the stealth of a panther you shifted between rooms without alerting your boyfriend of your presence. Swiftly you changed into the most comfortable and sexy pair of panties you owned as well as one of his hoodies and some baggy sweatpants. Glancing at the mirror in front of the bedroom door you fixed your glasses and tied your hair into a messy bun.
Walking across the hallway into the bathroom you then spent a little time washing your face, putting on perfume, brushing your teeth and cleaning your various piercings. After you were finished you decided it was time to go greet your lazy suneater.
Strolling into the living room where he was laying you chose not to say anything, but you did want to be close to him. Standing in front of the screen that he was so fixated on he paused his game and opened his arms. You found yourself between his arms and on his lap in an instant. When he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him he began to rub your back. With a sigh of relaxation you spoke into his chest “Hi honey, how was your day?” You tried to sound as normal as possible.
“My day was alright. What’s wrong bunny?” His voice was like honey, sweet and smooth. Of course he noticed, he always does. Right then you wanted to cry, but for what reason?
“Today some hate mail came through the agency directed at me.”
“Oh baby, you know what they say isn’t true. They’re just trying to make you feel bad.” Hugging you tighter he spoke directly into your ear.
“That’s the thing Tama. I think this time they’re right. And I know I shouldn’t be bothered by something this juvenile, something this childish but- ” You were rambling and speaking too quickly for him to understand. So, with a sigh you slightly shook your head as you thought for a moment. “They said that I was too fat to be a pro hero.”
“W-well they don’t know shit, that’s why they aren’t pros themselves.” He tried to make you feel better but he knew you weren’t going to budge. Moving his large hands to cup your cheeks he turned your face to look at him. “You are not fat, period. You are all muscle and could probably kick anybody’s ass if you wanted.” That alone made you chuckle. Slightly lifting the weight of doubt from your heavy heart.
Looking at the ceiling to hide your reluctant smile from his previous comment. Tamaki seized the opportunity and started to kiss your neck, moving his hands to your hips to keep you in place. Light, feathery kisses that made your skin tingle, every now and then he would stop to suck or lick a particular spot.
“Tama that tickles!” Pushing lightly on his shoulders he leaned back, allowing you to look into his loving eyes once more. Glancing between his lips and his eyes you surged forward and captured his lips into a searing kiss. Unconsciously you rolled your hips against him, luring a deep moan from within his chest. Swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, he quickly returned the advancement by dominating your tongue. He’s normally not this demanding. As you were thinking to yourself Tamaki moved his hands to grip your ass. Breaking the kiss with a slight gasp you wrapped your legs around his torso as he stood and carried you into the bedroom.
Setting you gently on the bed he cupped your face and nuzzled his nose against yours before taking a step back to remove his shirt. Running his fingers through his indigo locks you thought to yourself once more. How did I get so lucky? Interrupting your thoughts of admiration he spoke more confidently than you ever thought possible. “O-okay, y/n. I’m going to show you h-how much I love my chubby little bunny.” With a smirk he pounced, his hands were on you massaging, squeezing and caressing all over.
A flood of heat rushed to your core as he desperately striped you of your sweatpants and discarded them to who knows where. Sucking in a deep breath as he noticed the lacy indigo colored panties that covered your heat. “Is this what you wanted Bunny? For me to s-show you how beautiful you are? Is that why you wore my favorite, Bunny?” He didn’t need a verbal response because you had covered your face with your forearms. Laying on your back you felt his hands slip beneath his your hoodie. “And no bra? What a s-slutty little bunny I have.” He took your pert nipples between each thumb and rolled it. A soft moan came from behind your arms causing Tamaki to do it again and again.
The slew of appreciative mumbles and moans gave Amajiki the confidence boost he needed to do as he wanted. Lifting your shirt he plunged beneath it, licking and kissing all around your stomach and up your chest. Taking a nipple into his mouth he grazed his teeth over the mound relishing in the way you arched off the bed and into his touch. Wrapping your arms around his head as he sucked on your breasts you were driving him crazy. A particularly harsh bite just above the swell of your breast caused you to yelp and bite your lip. Finally retreating from under your shirt Tamaki removed the remaining garments from you both.
“Tama, you’re too good to me.” You held his face and saw nothing more than pure, inclusive love. When he slid his hot member across your dripping slit you nearly choked on the breath that you were unconsciously holding.
“You’re wrong you k-know. You deserve everything and more baby.” Placing one hand on your hip, the other guiding his aching member to tease your hole. Collecting your juices more and more as he would insert the head only to immediately retreat. The amount of self control Tamaki was showing was insane, he wanted so badly to fuck you into oblivion. Until you forgot what was making you upset, until you could think only of him. Tired of his relentless teasing you pushed your hips down onto his length a little releasing a grunt from him. “I’m in charge here.” He flashed you a smirk before he completely sheathed himself inside of you.
“Ah-fuck, Tam-” he covered your mouth with his now free hand before he whispered into your ear.
“You’re fucking t-tight bunny.” He painstakingly pulled himself from within you. Clawing at his back as he slowly began to move, you were moaning against his large hand. “You take me so well. What a good little bunny.” Feeling a wet stripe against his palm he leaned back to look at you. Your eyes were begging him to go faster, to make you feel good. Unable to resist he withdrew once more before slamming his hips against yours. The sound of skin against skin filling your ears behind the symphony of grunts and praises from Tamaki.
Uncovering your mouth he used his hand to caress your body. Every curve, scar, stretch mark was acknowledged and praised. He loved every bit of you and that was clear. Through every passionate thrust, pant and mumble, Tamaki showed you just how much he appreciated you for who you are.
Wanton moans and feeble attempts at sentences permeated through him. Feeling the way you were clenching around him, Tamaki gripped your hips with both hands to hammer into your cunt with a newfound vigor. “Are you close Bunny?” He had found the soft spongy spot in your core and he continued his assault. “God, I can feel you drawing me deeper into you. Can you cum for me? Cum around my cock, please baby.” With sudden urgency he began to rub circles into your clit, freeing a scream of pleasure as he pushed you closer to your release. Capturing your lips with his, he swallowed your sounds reveling in the way he made you a mess for him. You tangled your hands into his hair to keep him devouring you.
His ministrations slowed as you came, guiding you through your high and softly coaxing you back to this moment. “Thank you for being such a good girl.” he punctuated each word with a grunt and a particularly rough thrust. Growling your name he too, reached his high as removed himself from your core and thick, white lines sputtered onto your stomach.
Taking in the sight of your blissful and relaxed face Tamaki stood and went into the bathroom only to come back with a glass of water and a warm towel. He cleaned you off first, taking extra care to make sure everything was gone, then he wiped himself. Stepping into the closet in the corner of the room he grabbed a very large blanket and headed back toward you. Wrapping the blanket around you, softly he picked you up and carried you back into the living room setting you down on one end of the couch. He retreated into the bedroom once more and came back with his underwear on and the glass of water in hand. Pressing the cold glass to your lips you sipped gently, with a hum Tamaki set the glass down in the kitchen before joining you in the living room.
Turning the TV on he put on your favorite romance movie and parted the blanket and your arms as he rested himself between them. He rested his face against your bare chest, wrapped his arms around you as best he could and lightly nuzzled into you. Closing your arms around him you were both snuggled warmly into the blanket and with a warm sigh you kissed the top of his head before drifting into a restful sleep.
Once he was sure you were asleep and snoring softly he breathed in your scent deeply as if it gave him courage and uttered “I love you y/n.”
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Maria watches friday night lights (#22)
ok I watched this a few days ago and haven’t had time to watch the finale yet but MAN 4x12 is an amazing penultimate episode. Here we goooo:
Omfg the panthers are literally being such snobby fucks about the East Dillon field. these fuckers are so classist and racist~~~ it’s too real
Feels like Julie is being very impulsive about trying to leave for habitat for humanity shit “It’s only $3,000.” “Only? Honey you’re hilarious.”
Ah yep and mindy’s in labor!! “Who the hell are you talking to?” “It’s tim, do you want to talk to him?” “NO!” 😂😭 I’m dead
I see what they did there, transitioning from Tim’s excitement about new life on the white side of town to Vince and the community mourning Calvin at his funeral on the Black side of town.
“Jess, if I go to the cops I go to jail.” UH YEAH he’s on parole, Jess, he literally can’t “do the right thing” bc he’ll get punished for it bc PRISON INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!!!
ooooh Jess is *worried* about Vince; me too gurl. the concern is hot ngl
LOL Landry is so white.....he didn’t buy Jess a lock for her bike??
Testy Eric getting the field ready is SO funny omfg
HAHAHA they threw billy out bc he’s “too enthusiastic, whatever that’s supposed to mean.” omg he’s had five energy drinks Jesus this is hilarious
Ok Landry going out of your way to tell Vince he’s sorry about Calvin, that’s growth!
“Whose idea was this anyway?” The whole team down on their knees on a football field at night with the toothpicks: “Landry’s.”
Wow living in Texas sux, Tami has to compromise her values and apologize for giving a scared, pregnant teenage girl all her options if she wants to keep her job as a public school principal?!?! Damn this show is too real lol
“It’s trying to claw his way out.” “Claw?”
“Her way out or whoever is in there...its way out.” Okay, gender neutral, I see you billy riggins! (I got less proud when he just ran into the birthing room wearing the PPE hat and yelling, “I’m the dad!!!”)
Really, they vandalized Eric’s car?! Too much.
“I don’t feel safe taking my family over there.” OK RACIST
Yessss they tooth picked the field so they had to spend their time doing stupid shit on the field too?! That’s pretty clever honestly, evening the score.
“I understand it took West Dillon two hours to take those toothpicks out of the field.” LOL
Gotta love that a lawyer says Tami has a great case for wrongful termination but that the court system will drag it out so much it won’t be good for her career long term lolll sounds about right. Great society we have here.
Aww “Uncle Tim”!!! So cute!
Uh oh it’s another Riggins boy in this mess lol! Awww Steven. My heart! This show does such a good job of letting you linger in the heartwarming moments for a minute.
Anddd of course the anti choicers are protesting her. Oh Tami, my queen, you don’t deserve this.
“I don’t cook flesh, dad.” Lol I love how Eric gives a half hearted “oh alright” to Julie making dinner bc she didn’t cook meat 🤣
“Lions suck.” “Haha you know what? Go to hell.” I shrieked with laughter. Let Eric and Tami eat dinner with their daughters jfc!!!
Jess holding an iPod and saying she made Landry a playlist. Oh, early 2000s love
Vince is being nice to Landry about being with Jess, wow now that’s growth too! This love triangle could be a lot worse.
Jesus fuck are they ruining the East Dillon field now?! Should’ve known they wouldn’t take those toothpicks lying down.
Tim is so cute with his nephew!!
Jesus fuck the tension on this Wade/Tami/Eric conference call after the East Dillon field destruction. This season is so well crafted to bring everything in the town to a boiling point just in time for the rivalry game!!!
There’s like a fucking creek on Tim’s property too? This is some romantic, scenic shit!
Life is about owning land and family? Hmmm. Okay Tim.
Omfg Becky I can’t. “Tim I love you” how many times have we gone over that y’all do not work romantically I’m 🤦🏻♀️
“Vince, you think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what you up to right now?” Ahhhh not Jess showing up at Vince’s door when he’s going to avenge Calvin! I love that she figured it out just from what he said to Landry alone...the tension, the chemistry, the emotion!
Jess slides down the door!! Classic move of distress~
Ah Tim was W A Y too happy, it figures that their car scheme would be discovered now. And of course Tim is gonna take the fall so Billy can be with his family oh Tim 🥺
Damn!!! Vince got out of the car as the light turned from red to green trying to flee ?!!! 😭 “My mom’s not supposed to bury me, I’m supposed to bury my mama!” Ugh such a good line. Poor Vince.
Stfu, Joe— “we called every player on our team they’re all accounted for.” of course they are, Joe McCoy, mmhmm
Ah yes, grown men arguing about toothpicks while a crowd watches outside.
“The thing we gotta remember here is that in the end this is just a football game.” And Eric’s like, “nah actually, I’m getting harassed, thanks!”
Ah Jess was waiting for Vince when he came home 🥺 (Ooooop did Jess end up standing Landry up accidentally. Well fook.)
Oh, Tim. fuckkkkk this capitalist shit show— like, Tim is taking the fall so they could make sure Mindy could deliver a healthy baby without absurd medical debt and tbh I assume they still have debt !!!! We love a functioning society right?
Ahhh Eric throwing the phone that won’t stop ringing is the inevitable catharsis mmhmm
Damn the amount of stress that Tami and Eric combined are under is...oooof! They deserve better!
Omg wait and the actual game happens next episode?!!! I love this show, it’s so well written gahhhh
(See you next time)
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Starting with a Heart...
Docthor day 5: Monstrous.
This is really fucking weird
@lostcybertronian
It stopped pulsating after three minutes, the longest Author had gotten. He looked up from his journal as it stopped moving on the table, laying still in a sinewy, bloody hunk, resting in a halo of fluorescent light. Cursing, he tore the page out of his journal, watching the heart on the table fade into nothingness, as if it wasn’t even there. Then, he sat perfectly still, silently fuming. Damn. Damn! He’d gotten close this time. The first attempts were much more pathetic, quivering things that flopped like a fish instead of properly pumping. Whatever he was doing wrong was minute, precise, necessary, and fucking stupid.
He looked over at the journal, copying the words he had written. They shone gold, a heart being made on the table bit by bit, stuttering before pumping, pumping. Loud enough to hear from under the floorboards. Author chuckled at his own joke, watching the heart and the clock ticking on the wall. He held his breath, as if one motion could stop it again.
“Honey?”
Author jumped at his voice, nearly falling out of his chair as he turned to see Edward in the doorway. Author stood. His hair was flipped to the other side, staring at him with soft, sleepy eyes. A white blanket slung around his shoulders was the only scrap of clothing he wore, Author peeking at the bruises and bitemarks trailing down his neck and chest, lips still swollen from god knows how many kisses.
“Edward-“
“You promised you’d stay, and I woke up alone. Come back to bed, pumpkin...” he trailed off, looking past him. Author cringed.
“Is that a heart?”
Author squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes, dear.”
“A human heart?”
“A crude replica of one-“
Edward snorted. Authors eyebrows shot up. Suddenly, he was walking to the table and taking the heart in his hand, staring at it with his soft, sleepy eyes. Blood poured down his arm, then reached the blanket. He held it close to his face and stared into the gaping holes where invisible veins stuck out, shaking his head rhythmically.
“Firstly,” he whispered, voice still rumbling and heavy with sleep, “you made it too big. If you’re trying to make a human, it should be roughly the size of a fist. But this? It’s the size of two fists. Either way- I think the main problem is that you have no central nervous system, and the blood isn’t being oxidized at all. And it’s beating too fast.”
Author blinked, eyes transfixed on the blood pouring down his arm, staining the blanket, all while Edward stared, cold and clinical. The heart was red in the harsh light, held aloft in Edwards hand. Alas, poor Yorik, I knew him well…
He set the heart on the table and slinked up behind him, bloody hands resting on Author’s hips, sending chills down his spine. His breath caught in his throat.
“Y-you’re not scared? Or- or mad?” Author whispered.
“Curious,” Edward breathed, his lips grazing Authors neck. “Go on, continue writing. Make lungs. Make it breathe.”
Author’s head spun, hands shakily writing words, conjuring flesh out of nothingness, shaping it through words alone. Edwards voice rattled on in his ear, hypnotizing and heavy, saying yes, go on, make them breathe; there are filters in the lungs, honey. Make sure it’s connected to the heart, honey. Oh, that’s beautiful. Good. Fascinating.
The fluorescent light buzzed louder than any word they whispered, beating heart soon sequestered away in heaps of flesh. Between two lungs, shrouded in a thin, silky membrane. Ribs guarded the chest, then muscle and meat and finally, skin. Edwards head rested heavy on his shoulder. His hands rested under his shirt, now, wet blood on his skin. He thought to that night, when he came home with his story carved in his skin. Edward was naked and bloody, but he had been clean. Clean.
His body pressed against his, the words in his ear- he was drowning in blood. The stench of it. The rush of it coursing through his ears. With a soft noise, the blanket fell to the ground.
“I never knew you could make life,” Edward whispered, nipping his earlobe, “I always thought you were stuck killing, and that’s why you do it. I like seeing this side. You could stop hurting people, make life instead.”
Author was mum, his tongue a lump of lead in his mouth. A future laid itself in front of him, one where he stopped this endless hunt, created life instead of taking it, Edwards breath hot on his neck. He gave the creature fur. Gave it a proper brain. Edward suggested another pair of legs to support the body, hand gently brushing through Authors hair. A little bit of blood dropped from his hair to the page.
“Sorry,” Edward giggled. Author laughed in spite of himself, knees almost giving out as Edward kissed his jaw. His hand jerked, the monster spasming. He could hear Edward gasp. The thing was breathing.
It was a huge, hairy beast that looked almost like an insect, six muscular legs jutting out of its sides. Knife like claws scratched the table as it fell to the floor with a tile cracking thud. The spine curved perfectly, ending with a long panther tail, swaying gently like grass in the wind. Its head rose up, looking at the both of them with huge eyes. They were blood red. There were too many of them. It opened its mouth as if yawning, huge white teeth harshly gleaming in the light.
Author tried to step back, Edward holding him in place.
“See? I knew you could do it,” Edward said. His voice kept him steady. “I knew that you could be good. That you could make life instead of taking it. Why kill, when you can create?”
“I have to,” Author choked out. Edwards grip on his hip tightened.
“Why?”
“They’re for my stories-“
“Why not make a story where good things grow and live? A happy one. No killing, none. Have you considered that you could make your characters happy?”
The creature growled, deep and low.
“And what have they done to deserve that? Lied and cheated and whored themselves out. Why should they be happy when I’m… Nevermind. Liars. Cheaters. Whores. Bastards. All humans are the same.”
“Are you calling me a whore?”
“I’m calling you a human. An irrational, emotional human.”
“You’re human too, dear.” Edward felt too warm against him. Like a fire behind a door.
“Let me go.”
“Not until you listen to me.” His voice was gentle, despite his words being daggers. “You’re as human as I am. That may make you a liar, a cheat, a whore, irrational, emotional, whatever you think that means, but that’s all you are, a human. See-“ Edward grabbed one of Authors shaking hands, and pressed it against his own chest. He felt a dull thudding. “-You have a heart, too.”
The creature was circling around, restlessly. Black fur shone like hot tar under the cruel light. Drool sloshed from its maw.
“I am a god.”
“Then be a benevolent one.”
Author turned around, mouth open and ready to argue, but then he was being yanked close by Edward and kissed hard, hands covered with dried blood tracing their way over his spine, one resting at his hip. The creature howled behind them, broken and loud, Edward tilting his head to get a better angle. Something hot dripped down his face. He yanked away, and felt his face. Licked his hand. It tasted like salt.
“Why are you crying?” Author whined like the monster behind him, heart thudding in his ear.
Edward shook his head, face dry.
“It’s okay, honey-“
“No it fucking isn’t!” Author sobbed. Edward stepped back, eyes wide and lips still swollen. He looked pitiful- no. He was pitying him.
“You can talk to me. Please. Just talk to me.”
“I’ve been trying to talk to you! But no matter what I say or what I do, you never listen to me. For the last time- I’m not human! I’m above them! I am a god!”
“Then be a benevolent one!” Edward screamed. The room fell silent. He was panting like a dog, chest heaving and hands bloody. “You’re so obsessed with death and power and it’s tearing me apart, I can’t bear to see you go out and kill and kill without end… but look,” he crossed the room, reaching a hand out to the monster Author had made, “you can make life. You can be good, benevolent.”
“I didn’t do this to be good!”
“Then why did you do it?”
The monster made strange, metallic noises, grating and loud, scraping his ears and echoing on the walls-
“So I wouldn’t be alone! That thing? That’s my clone! A monster made of words!”
“You’re not fucking alone! You have me!”
“Edward, you don’t love me.”
The room was silent. Authors chest heaving. Edward was still looking at him so, so sadly, and he was starting to cry, too. Author wanted to explain, tell him about all the pages in the journal, all the time he spent writing their love, but it died on his tongue when Edward came close, gently pressing a kiss to his lips.
“We can talk about this in the morning,” he whispered, trailing his fingers on Authors shirt before walking away, shutting the door behind him. The monster made a strange noise, scratching the tiles, leaving deep grooves.
A monster made of words.
He looked down at his hands. They were free of blood, but not clean. He wiped his face, letting out another choked sob, trying to make it sound like a growl at the last minute. The monster rolled over onto its back like a dog, the blood red eyes intelligent and clear as a lake. Benevolent. Life giving. Pathetic. So wrapped up in himself he couldn’t see the truth. Edward’s blanket was a loose husk on the floor. Without another word, he turned his back on the beast and grabbed his bat, swinging it around, and around, and around.
He could take his benevolence and he could fucking have it.
-
Edward kept walking to their room even as the sounds of howls and cracking bone echoed through the building. Bim’s door swung open.
He ignored it.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Oh,” Edward whispered, not caring he was naked, “just a thunderstorm.”
“My mom always told me thunderstorms are what happened when god was angry.”
Edward stopped in his tracks. He looked down at his hands, covered in dry blood, then back to Bim.
“No, not angry. Just lonely. Just lonely.”
—
That morning, Author and Edward woke up together, bloody fingers intertwined.
“You’re not alone,” Edward whispered, “I’m here. I’ve always been.”
Author made a noise in his sleep, and he knew he couldn’t hear him.
“You’re not a monster,” he continued, brushing dried tears off Authors face, “just... misled.”
Nothing. At least there wasn’t a denial.
“I love you,” he whispered, even though he knew he wouldn’t get any response, even if Author was awake. Slowly, he pressed his head to his chest, Author’s heartbeat thrumming in his ears.
“You have a heart, my love.”
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When Yuu Okazaki’s Cutie Honey manga was running in TV Magazine, it was accompanied by an editorial column called “Honey’s Hello! Cool Boys!”. It gave little random tidbits about the series, had Honey answering fan mail, etc. It also had a guide for upcoming episodes. Here’s the episode guide from the 1974 January issue. Translation below:
December 8th: “Take Out the Devil’s Whistle” (Fight on, Honey)
Birds everywhere launch an attack on the city! Heehee, they even got the nasty Ms. Hystler. Serves her right.
December 12th: “The Accursed Phantom Castle” (Honey in Danger)*
Oh, how terrible. Junpei has been told he only has 24 hours to live. Meanwhile, Cutter Claw tries to capture Honey. This is bad!
December 22nd: “Hands Off The Gold” (Perverted Honey)
Oh boy, the invisible monster, Breast Claw makes her appearance! Hmm, what’s that? No, Honey’s clothes aren’t invisible! Pervert!
December 29th: “A Red Pearl is Forever” (Honey Becomes a Model)
Honey is going to be modeling part-time. Don’t get the wrong idea. She’s not going to be a nude model. However, Sea Panther arrives, seeking out the pearl.
*The finalized title was “The Phantom Castle Smothered in Fog”
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Honey Moon
You opened your eyes to see Chanyeol gazing down at you, his eyes sleepy, but warm.
“Ah!” he purred. “Good morning, yeobo…” His voice was even deeper than usual, and you hid your face in the crook of his neck, blushing. It would take a while to get used to that.
“Good morning…yeobo…” you giggled into his neck.
“Why?” he rumbled. “Are you shy?”
You nodded.
He pulled the covers over your heads. “Shall I help you with that?”
You missed breakfast.
***
Fortunately, the inn owner was used to newlyweds. She left a tray outside your door, and you both spent the morning replenishing your energy with thick, warm drinking chocolate, steaming croissants with fresh preserves, and bowls of artfully cut fruit.
***
“So, what do you want to do today?”
“Well, if you really want to know, I’d personally like nothing better than to carry you back to–”
“Yeolliel!”
“That’s yeobo, to you!” He stuck out his tongue playfully.
“Yeobo…” you whined. “We haven’t left the room in three days! They’re going to send in the authorities soon.”
“As long as we keep eating deliciously, they’ll know that we’re still alive.”
You jumped on the couch beside him, taking his hand, and playfully swinging it back and forth. “Yeoboooo! I want to go out! I want to show off my handsome husband!”
Chanyeol tilted his head, looking at you fondly. “Ahhhh! So cute! I can’t stand it!” He pretended to wrap his hands around your neck, but instead of squeezing, he just pulled you toward him, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you over his lap, as he proceeded to give you playful kisses all over your face until you were a giggling mess.
“So!” he finally said, decisively patting you on the bottom, and setting you down beside him on the couch. “What do you want to do?”
“Honestly?”
He slanted you a sly look.
“No! I mean, yes, but…not right now!” You hit him playfully on the shoulder as he threw back his head and laughed.
“Okay, yeobo, I’ll stop. Maybe. Probably not. So, what do you want to do?”
“I want to go exploring.”
His eyes lit with excitement. “Really?”
You nodded vigorously. “I mean, we’re surrounded by all this lovely scenery, and I would love to see what the town has to offer, but for now…I just really want to see the countryside. I kind of just want to explore…like we used to do when we were little.
You and Chanyeol had grown up together, and no one had been surprised when childhood friends turned into high school sweethearts. You had weathered high school angst, college overwork, and the separation of the military, and though there had been fights along the way, you had never even thought about leaving each other’s sight. You couldn’t imagine life without him by your side, and he felt the same.
There had only been one real rocky patch in your relationship, after he had returned from the military. He had seemed as if he were constantly pushing you away, but when you confronted him about it, you were finally able to work it out, and come out on the other side stronger than ever. Sometimes you still wondered what had caused the momentary rift. He had never told you.
Chanyeol wasn’t like most men. He was extremely vocal, and demonstrative in his love, uncaring of what anyone else thought. All he cared about is that you knew that you were loved, protected, and cherished, and–secure in that knowledge–it was your pleasure to protect his heart for the rest of your life.
“We can make a fort!” he said excitedly.
You laughed. “Maybe!”
He put his hands on your shoulders, pushing you up off of the couch, as he followed, leading you to the door. “How about you ask ajumma to make us a picnic basket?”
“Sounds good,” you agreed.
He pulled you back briefly, to give you a peck before you left. “Love you.”
“Love you, always.”
***
The inn ajumma was as delighted to pack a basket for you as she was with your schoolgirl French. Reaching up a hand, she affectionately patted you on the cheek. “Ah, I will never get tired of seeing newlyweds. You’re always so bright-eyed, and red-cheeked! You know,” she began conspiratorially, “I think that constantly being surrounded by all of this young love helps keep the fire alive between my Phillippe and me!”
You blushed, and she winked. “Ahhh, newlyweds! So cute!”
***
“Wow! This thing is heavy!”
“We can take turns carrying it.”
“Absolutely not!”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m perfectly capable of carrying heavy objects, you know!”
“Don’t care.”
“You’re such a caveman!”
“Yeah, but I’m your caveman!”
You tried to hide your smile. Sure, you put up a front, but you secretly loved it when Chanyeol took care of you.
He knew it, of course, which is why he did it. That, and it made him feel all manly.
“Where do you want to go first?” you asked.
“Mmm, do you want to explore first, or eat first?”
Your stomach growled.
He guffawed, clapping his hands.
“Yah, it’s not my fault that you’re constantly making me burn so many calories!”
He blushed. “Let’s find a nice place to eat.”
“Ajumma did mention that her brother had a late season lavender field somewhere around here that we could use. That sounds nice.”
“Shall we?”
You nodded, turning in the direction that she had described. You both wandered for a while in comfortable silence, the early autumn sun warmly caressing your backs.
He broke the silence, inhaling deeply. “Ahhh, this weather is so nice! This Provence air is really on another level, don’t you think? It’s so refreshing!”
You nodded. “This is a beautiful place. Thank you again.”
He shook his head. “Let’s see, fresh air, delicious food, isolated room, grateful wife extra excited because she’s on her dream vacation, yeah, it was such a hardship to come here!”
Snorting, you leaned over, and bit him on the shoulder.
“Watch out, yeobo, or I’ll make you burn even more calories before we make it to lunch!” he grinned teasingly, bumping you gently with his hip.
“Oh! Look! Over there!” you pointed. You could just make out the edge of the lavender field in the distance. Turning, you both made your way toward it. “Oowha!” You were in awe. “It’s lovely!”
Chanyeol had to agree. “We’re going to smell like lavender for days,” he grinned, picking a nice spot, and laying down the blanket that was in the basket.
Reaching inside, you began to pull out the goodies that ajumma had packed. There was crusty fougasse–fragrant with rosemary and olives, and still just a bit warm from the oven, soft assertive cheeses, creamy liver pate, sweet candied fruits, smoky jambon and lox, salty saucisson, crunchy cornichons, full, tight, blushing apples, a whole roast chicken, and crunchy black nougat, filled with sweet honey, and fat almonds.
Chanyeol’s eyes widened. “Yeobo, I love you, but I think that I’m going to have to leave you for ajumma.”
“Not if I leave you first!” you retorted, looking over the spread.
“Shared custody?”
“Call,” you nodded decisively. “Oh! We can’t forget…” you did a little dance as you reached inside the basket for the last items–two bottles of rare sweet vendange tardive–one white, and one red.
“Two bottles?” he asked, his eyebrows raising.
“I love this woman,” you muttered. “Thank goodness she packed a lot. Even she must have realized that your appetite is legendary!”
“Ang!” he growled playfully, making adorable cat claws.
True to form, between the two of you, you were easily able to polish off the feast, though admittedly, most of it made it into his belly.
After the picnic, you lay on your back, your head in his lap, looking up at the sky while he fed you slices of apple, and bites of nougat. You were both in a pleasantly tipsy haze in your lavender cocoon, having finished one bottle of wine, and started on another.
“Yeobo,” Chanyeol drawled lazily.
“Mm?” you answered, your voice sleepy.
When he didn’t answer, you looked over at him. Your eyes widened. “No! No! Absolutely not!” You scrambled up, trying to put distance between you.
He caught you easily about the waist, and dragged you back, struggling and giggling. “Why not? There’s no one around for miles…”
“We’re outside!”
“In the middle of a very tall lavender field.”
“We’re not animals!”
“This is France!” he said expansively, waving an arm to indicate the fields glowing in the late afternoon light. “The country of love and romance! Dare we be impertinent enough, dare I say…rude enough not to experience everything she has to offer?”
You giggled, suddenly realizing that you were more than a little tipsy.
He leaned forward, nuzzling your nose. “Just this once?”
Your head tipped back, as you laughed, and laughed, peals of delighted joy pouring out of your throat like birdsong. Looking back down, you pushed him back onto the blanket, and leaned forward to lovingly kiss his eyelids.
“Just this once.”
***
You didn’t get to start exploring the forest until much later than you had previously anticipated.
***
You tucked the basket into an out-of-the way nook in the stone fence surrounding the lavender field, and taking Chanyeol by the hand, let him lead you into the forest.
It was like another world, all in gold and green. Butterflies flitted here and there, and the warm sunlight filtered through the trees in softly luminescent beams. Chanyeol seemed to perk up in the forest, becoming even more energetic than usual, quick to point out a shy animal, or beautiful flower. There wasn’t any discernible path, but you weren’t worried. Both of you had your fully charged phones and, according to the ajumma, the forest was only a few kilometres in any given direction.
Soon, you came upon a large, lazy stream, and proceeded to spend most of the afternoon playing in the water, climbing the trees that surrounded the stream, and jumping in, trying to see who could make the loudest splash. You caught frogs, wrestled in the mud, and finally cleaned each other off in the cool, clear running water, watching as curious little fish played around your legs.
“Did you know that France has panthers?” you asked as you gently palmed water over his muddied cheeks.
“Oh?” he said, splashing water over your arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“I’m not worried. I’m just trying to scare you.”
He laughed arrogantly. “I’m not afraid of a little cat.”
“France has bears, too, you know.”
His adorably large ears perked up a bit at that. “Do they?”
You nodded mischievously. “They’re in the mountains, though.”
He slanted you an oblique look. “Minx.” Ablutions complete, he took you by the hand and carefully led you out of the stream, to sit on the rocky shore.
“To be honest,” you started, “the most dangerous things recently, have been boars and cows.”
“Oh, you mean dinner?” he snorted, drawing you into his lap, and burying his face in the side of your neck.
You opened your mouth to retort, when your attention was drawn away by the soft glow of a firefly. Looking around, you realized that the gloaming had descended. “Yeobo,” you whispered, “look!”
Chanyeol lifted his head to see the fireflies glowing here and there, points of gold illuminating the soft rich blue of twilight. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered.
You watched his face as he looked around in awe. “I love you.”
His eyes came to rest on your face, his gaze gentle. “I love you always.” Leaning forward, he brought his hands to your face, tenderly cupping your jaw and slanting his mouth over yours in a slow, sweet kiss.
A wet, tearing noise rent the silence, and Chanyeol broke the kiss with a startled cry.
“Yeollie?” In your fear, you reverted back to your nickname for him.
“What…what day is it?” he groaned.
“Uh…I don’t know. Hold on, let me check.” Grabbing your phone from beside you, you swiped to check the date, but he snatched it from you, seemingly searching something.
He must not have liked whatever he found, because his face grew pale, paler than you had ever seen, and sweat started to bead on his brow. “No,” he whispered. “How could I have…?”
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
Another sloppy, slimy, rending noise rang through the still evening, and he doubled over, falling onto his side, a pained growl escaping through clenched teeth.
“Yeollie, what is it! Tell me where it hurts!”
Slowly, he crawled away from you. “Yeobo,” he gasped, “do you trust me?”
“Of course, now tell me what’s wrong!”
He turned, his face screwed up in pain, but managed to stand. Stumbling over to you, he took your face in his hands. “I need you to do something for me, can you do that?”
“Yes, of course, whatever you need–do you need me to call an ambulance?”
“No!” His voice was so loud that it hurt your ears as it rang through the clearing. “Listen to me, I need you to do exactly what I say, do you understand?”
“Yes! I will–Yeollie, please, what is it?!”
“I need you to run.”
You paused, confused. “What?”
“Run. Run back to the inn. No matter what you see, no matter what you hear, you have to run and not stop, do you understand me?” His voice was deep and strident, and you found yourself nodding without even thinking.
“What’s going on?!”
A sharp crack reverberated through the forest, and he fell to his knees.
You looked on in horror, seeing that he had seemingly broken his leg while just standing there. “Yeollie!” you whispered, tears blurring your vision.
His head was down, and he was panting. “Do you love me?”
“Always!” your answer was immediate–you didn’t even have to think about it.
He looked up at you, and you stumbled backward. His pupils…were glowing with a lambent orange light, as if a fire had been lit behind them. As you watched, his face began to distort with even more nauseating, wet popping and crunching noises. His teeth distended, pushing out of his mouth. Yet, in the middle of all this, he looked up at you, and those strange eyes still shone with love. “Then, run.”
You didn’t need to be told a third time.
You crashed blindly through the rapidly darkening forest, no idea where you were going, but hoping that you were were at least going straight.
A loud, mournful howl sounded from behind you.
You didn’t have the luxury of thought. You just ran. You could hear something large and heavy–very large, and very heavy–crashing through the forest behind you.
You hadn’t gone far when you heard a growl to your right. Turning, you saw a thin wolf keeping pace with you. Chanyeol?! Terrified, you put on another burst of speed.
Another jumped in front of you, and you fell on your bottom as you skidded to a stop. Scrambling quickly, you spun in another direction, but before you could take more than a few steps, yet another wolf leapt in your path. You were surrounded.
Desperately, you looked around for something that you could use as a weapon. Nothing.
Growling, the pack crept closer, hemming you in their ever tightening ring of fangs and claws.
Seeing an out, you ran to the nearest tree and leapt, wrapping your hands around a low-hanging branch. Tightening your muscles, you lifted your legs up toward the branch. Before you could get away, however, you felt a sharp tug on the back of your skirt. You screamed as you felt yourself being tugged backward, and struggled to hold onto the branch.
With relief, you felt the fabric of the skirt began to tear away, but at that same moment, your hands, sweaty with fear, slipped.
You fell.
As you fell, you kicked out, clipping the nearest wolf with a sharp cuff to the jaw. It whimpered in pain, falling backward, and the rest of the pack backed up a fraction, realizing that you were not easy prey.
Panting, you pressed your back to the trunk of the tree, afraid to turn and climb, given the wolves’ proximity.
Slowly, they began to slink forward again, but feinted closer when you tried to turn. One of the thinnest, emboldened by the scent of your fear, crouched in preparation for a leap. With a spring, he leapt toward you, jaws wide to tear out your throat.
He never made it.
Suddenly, your view of the wolves was blocked by something. Something huge, and dark, and furred. A low, menacing growl came from whatever stood in front of you.
As the pearlescent light of the full moon filtered through the clouds, you were able to get a better look, though you wished that you hadn’t.
Whatever it was was tall, at least six feet, though it was hunched over, as if it had a curved spine. Dark, dense black fur covered it, and wicked claws tipped its fingers. Gleaming fangs protruded from its long snout–opened in a deep warning growl.
The other wolves paced back and forth, clearly unwilling to give up their prey. One went for the leg of the beast in front of you, but he was batted aside as easily as if he were a mere pup, instead of almost two hundred pounds of hard bone, and deadly muscle.
With a snarl, all of the wolves suddenly attacked at once. It was a flurry of fangs and fur, flashing eyes, and snapping jaws. The cacophony of growls and snarls was terrifying, and you wanted nothing more than to run and keep running, but you finally realized the reality of the phrase, “frozen with fear”. You were too scared to run, too scared to climb, too scared to do anything but watch the vicious fight unfolding before you.
Suddenly, one of the wolves broke free, and ran around the beast before you, jaws opening as it went for your throat.
Spinning almost faster than you could see, the tall beast reached out a clawed hand, and slapped the wolf right out of the air–so hard that it hit a tree six feet away with a sickening thud.
You started, but kept your jaw tight, using every drop of willpower you had to keep from screaming.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over, and the pale wolves silently slunk back into the forest, disappearing almost as if they had never been there.
Panting, the beast in front of you waited, turning in first one direction, then the other, large ears on the top of his head turning this way and that, in an apparent effort to catch the slightest noise.
Involuntarily, you whimpered, and it spun to face you. You pressed yourself against the tree, trembling, too frightened to even close your eyes for the end.
Slowly, it approached, snuffling the air. It crouched before you, crawling toward you on its hands and knees.
You shuddered in terror at its proximity, the sudden movement causing it to duck back with a growl. With an effort, you held yourself still.
After a moment, it started forward again, air loudly wuffling through its snout as it brought its face to you, sniffing you all over.
You turned your head away, not wanting to see your end, and it buried its wet snout in your neck.
After a few deep echoing inhales, it snorted, shaking its head with a sneeze, and moved back, its tongue lolling out of its mouth as it began to pant. Suddenly it turned and flopped down, laying its huge head on your lap.
You couldn’t breathe properly, couldn’t inhale enough oxygen, the fear holding your lungs in an iron grip. The world came crashing down on you, and you fainted.
***
Birdsong was echoing through the air when you awoke, squinting at the sunlight assaulting your eyelids. You could hear Chanyeol making the cute little noises that he made before waking up, and you opened your eyes, excited for another morning of being able to look your fill of your handsome husband.
But, when you opened your eyes, you felt nothing but confusion. You blinked a few times, to clear your head of sleep, and looked around. No, you weren’t imagining it, you were in the forest. Looking down, you saw Chanyeol, naked as the day he was born, his head in your lap as he softly whimpered in his sleep.
“Yeobo…” you whispered.
He didn’t move.
You reached out a hand to gently shake his shoulder. “Yeobo?”
Chanyeol awoke slowly, rubbing his eyes. Looking up, his eyes caught your face, and he smiled beatifically. “What a lovely morning!” he rumbled, his voice flirtatious.
“Yeobo, did we…sleep outside?”
He looked around, then quickly sat up as he took in his surroundings.
Suddenly, the previous night flooded back to you, and you gasped.
At the sound, Chanyeol spun to face you, his eyes running over you. “Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no!” His eyes filled with tears. “Yeobo…nae aegiya…I am so sorry!” His eyes were fixed on your abdomen.
You looked down.
Four long, shallow gashes cut through your clothes, and lay livid against the tender flesh of your belly.
A/N: If you want to follow me, then please do so at my main blog @vampwrrr, as I always update there, first.
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Wednesday, January 23rd, 2019: Dreams/Yellow
......if the dream is an unpleasant one,
then the color yellow represents deceit .....
It’s really, really hard to have a crush on someone when they think you’re an animal.
Now, that’s a sentence Micah never thought he’d have to put together in his head!
The young man had been traveling back and forth between Sharance and this little settlement out in the middle of the desert. Micah had hoped that it was a one time encounter, but when he kept bumping into the three occupants there, he decided to help them in anyway they could. He always always entered in wooly form, and never told anyone in town what he was doing.
Maybe a part of him wanted there to be unity between humans and monsters, and that’s why he wanted to travel between the settlement and the town so much. But if he really believed that was possible at the moment, he wouldn’t feel so inclined to hide. No, the real reason he went back to the settlement every other day was to see Zaid.
Zaid was a bit childish, and loud, god was he loud! But, despite this, and supposedly because of this, Micah found himself having the saddest crush of the century on the dwarf. He was loyal, and driven, amazing in a fight, and so, so pretty. The look on Zaid’s face the first time Micah gave him Tempura Udon was one that he would cherish forever. The dirty blond hair that he always kept back in a ponytail had Micah guessing what it must feel like to touch, and the eyes that Zaid bragged so much about were worth all the hullabaloo. Micah could stare into those pools of silver for hours if Zaid let him.
Fortunately, Zaid had better things to do then sit there and let Micah stare at him. Heck, Micah had other things to do too! (Not necessarily better things, but, you know.) It kept Micah distracted, but there was always the underneath of it all where he felt dark and sticky, like being trapped in a pool full of honey when wasps are coming for you. Micah was lying to Zaid about what he really was, and what he really was was part human. Human, as in the race that destroyed the town Zaid was from and the reason Zaid was camped out in the middle of the desert with a couple of weirdos with horns sticking out of their foreheads.
Micah wanted to tell him, and he promised himself that he would someday, but for now, he was willing to admire him from his three foot tall point of view.
One night, Micah had finished a battle request from Zaid and decided to try and rush back to the camp to get it outta the way for tomorrow. Beside, seeing Zaid again could be nice. As he was crossing the desert, he realized that by the time he got there, Zaid would most likely be asleep. Despite this, Micah transformed and hopped his way to the camp.
Was it creepy that he was okay with walking in on Zaid to “give him the completed battle request” when he knew full well the dwarf would be fast asleep? Absolutely! Did that stop the little golden wooly from hobbling his way through the camp, realize that no one else was home, and waddle contentedly into the dwarf’s tent? No!
Just as he suspected, Zaid was out like a light. The wooly tip toed over as to not disturb the sleeping dwarf and peered into the bed to get a look at Zaid’s face. He was so pretty, even when he was sleeping. He snored like a pig, but hey, it was kind of cute, and not too annoying considering how loud the dwarf usually was.
Micah just about had his fill of watching Zaid when the dwarf suddenly took a sharp intake of breath. His face contorted into that of being in pain, and he writhed around in his bed.
Micah bah-ed out his shock, and bah-ed even louder to get Zaid’s attention and ask him what was wrong.
“N-No… please, don’t! Stop!” Zaid cried out, and just like that, Micah realized that Zaid was still asleep. “Why are you doing this?!”
No matter how much Micah bah-ed, or how loudly, it only seemed to make Zaid worse. “Stop it! You’re hurting the animals!” He’d cried, and that shut Micah up. He thought for a moment about shaking him awake, but his hands were too frickin tiny to reach, and he didn’t want to hit Zaid. That would just make it worse.
He wasn’t thinking straight. There was a flash of light, and then Micah was on the bed with Zaid and pulling up up into a sitting position. “Wake up, Zaid! It’s just a nightmare. Zaid, please!” Micah shook him lightly, his unbridled panic subsiding as he saw Zaid open his eyes and look up at him.
It came right back when Zaid’s jaw dropped and he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Ahh!”
“Ahh!” Micah screamed out of surprise, and shot his hand forward to clamp it down on Zaid’s mouth.
Zaid squirmed and began punching Micah with all of his strength. Micah yelped and grabbed the dwarve’s hands, forcing them down to the dwarf’s sides and glaring at Zaid. “I’m trying to help!”
“Get off me!” Zaid growled, snapping his teeth at Micah with his hands pinned, but unable to get a hand up on this unusually strong human. “I’ll kill you! Get out of my home!”
“Calm down! It’s me.” Micah pleaded with the dwarf, having to struggle with and pin Zaid down to the bed entirely. He groaned out in pain as Zaid clawed at what he could get to, but Micah held strong, staring hopefully into Zaid’s eyes. “Please, Zaid! It’s me!”
Zaid starred with wide eyes for a moment, and slowly but surely, the unbridled terror melted away into confusion, then sadness, then hot red rage.
Micah gulped, his strength suddenly disappearing under the harsh ray of… betrayal that seeped from those silver pools, only to yelp as he was kicked away. Micah shook the dizziness out of his head and sat up only to find Zaid had scrambled off his bed and ran outside.
“Oh, no!” Micah transformed and scurried after him. He had to stop him from telling the others! But, then Micah remembered that the reason he had been in Zaid’s tent in the first place was because he was sure that Koruna and Ondorus weren’t home. Still, Micah rushed to catch Zaid, and burst out of the tent frantically looking around to see where he went.
The footsteps Zaid left behind cast shadows in the sand as the moon rose higher in the night sky. Stars glimmered as if they were laughing at Micah and the mess he’d gotten himself in, and he ran through their sights as he analyzed the footsteps. They went to both of the horned people’s tents, and then off into dessert.
Did he go out there without his weapons? Micah worried as he transformed back into human form so that he could run faster. His feet pounded against the sand, specs of it flying into the wind behind him as he kicked it out from underneath him in his stride. Micah panted heavily as he searched the desert for any sign of him when he came across a pack of shadow panthers that seemed a little too eager to be huddled around something.
Micah unsheathed his sword and attacked them with vigor, and when they were all lights floating up to join the stars, Micah finally let his guard down and checked on whatever they had been huddled around.
Zaid had certainly seen better nights. He was unconscious with bite and claw wounds all over his body, and his clothes were ripped to smithereens. Micah winced at the sight and rushed to force a healing potion down Zaid’s throat. Once he was sure he had swallowed it, Micah picked Zaid up and carried him back to the camp.
The demiwooly was sure that Zaid was back in bed and properly bandaged. He thought of turning around, running away, and never coming back, but he knew he could never do that to his friend when he would probably have questions and still looked like Hell had gotten a hold of him.
Micah prepared for Zaid’s return to the land of the conscious by cooking the dwarf’s favorite dish: Tempura Udon. He’d just so happened to be able to find much of what he needed around Zaid’s room, and he’d had some ingredients in his sack that he’d gotten from monsters when he dropped them. The smell of cooked food permeated the night are as the crickets chirped just outside. It would have been peaceful in any other circumstance, but to Micah, it felt like he was just in the eye of the storm.
Rustling clothing reached Micah’s ears, the blond man looked down to see the dwarf glaring at him. He was certain the dwarf would get up and kick him again if he weren’t so weak.
“I’m sorry I kept it from you.”
“You should be!” The dwarf yelled, but winced in pain and calmed back down. “Why didn’t you… no, I know why you didn’t tell anyone.”
“If it helps, you’re only the second person to know.”
“The second?” Zaid huffed. “Who was the first? Some human?”
“A demiphoenix, actually. I can’t tell you their name though. We half-monsters like to keep it down low.” Micah clarified, smiling when he saw the shock on Zaid’s face. “I’m a demiwooly. I know, not nearly as exciting, but…”
“Cuter.” Zaid shrugged, then his face flushed. “I-I mean, less threatening!”
Micah chuckled. “Thanks. I think the acorn hat helps.”
Zaid sighed.
“Are there any questions you have for me?”
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
“I was, but not like that. I wanted to break it lightly to you, but then you were having a nightmare, and my “bah”s weren’t cutting it and my little paws were too short to reach you, and I didn’t wanna jump on you, and… I panicked.”
Zaid looked away, his ears burning red much to Micah’s concern. “I don’t remember the nightmare I was having.”
“Yeah, this one must be a bit worse than that, huh? A real live human reveals himself in your camp after a year of lying to you about his identity.” Micah jokes, though it was hardly a joking matter. The blond amnesiac was just like that sometimes. “I really am sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I mean, it’s not! But… I-I don’t know.”
Micah sat closer to Zaid and handed him a bowl of steaming tempura udon. The dwarf accepted it, which was a good sign to Micah, and the human sat at the edge of his bed. He watched Zaid nibbled at the food and fought with every fiber in his being to not reach out and run his fingers through Zaid’s hair. To stop himself, Micah had to transform back into a wooly. He bahed cautiously, “[Are you going to tell the others?]”
Zaid was quiet, which was scary for Micah because Zaid is never quiet. After what felt like forever, the dwarf cleared his throat and curled up on himself. He took a long time trying to decide whatever he was thinking about, and when he did, he set the empty bowl to the side and turned to stare at the patiently waiting wooly. There was a clear tint of pink on his cheeks as he asked, “Could you transform again?”
Micah wasn’t sure why Zaid wanted him to do that, but if it would keep the dwarf from ratting him out with Koruna and Ondorus, then he’d do it.
The dwarf winced at the light, but his eyes widened and he groaned loudly, covering his face with his hands. “Oh no…”
“Wh-What?” Micah patted himself down, trying to see if he had anything on his face or if he was bleeding anywhere. Much to his dismay, he couldn’t find anything out of place. “What is it?”
“You’re hot!”
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The Banana Hammock, Part 3
Haha oh! I finally read through this third story submission! owo It’s much naughtier and takes a turn, you did a good job! More Fox in and out of undies is always nice~
Oxnard took a deep breath and said, “This hero Fox defended Lylat countless times against enemies near and far! And for that we must thank him. And we must show our *support*…” Pepper and Peppy pulled Fox’s legs a bit apart and then pushed his hip forward. After a moment, the two turned Fox around. Before Fox could ask why this was done, Oxnard continued, “… and that we are all *behind* him…” the two made Fox squat and show his bottom to the audience. “…and that is why, ladies and gentlemen…” Fox’s head was now bent downwards, so it was between his legs, while his bottom was up high. “…you should be taking more photos!” Fox was turned back around.
Oxnard continued, “I think we can do a trivia contest. It’s just Mr. McCloud, and it’ll be nice and easy…”
“You can’t have that stage by yourself, Star Fox!” cried a loud, bellowing voice.
Wolf O'Donnell, wearing only his trademark eyepatch and black boxer briefs, jumped onto the stage, arms crossed, scowling. The hamster noticed that the wolf was a bit bigger down there than Fox, and perhaps a bit more gifted in his shorts than Peppy.
“I-I didn’t invite you!” said the general. “And aren’t you a wanted criminal?”
“I invited myself, thank you very much,” Wolf said. “And the cops got too much to do!” Pepper looked at his phone and realized that the statute of limitations on Star Wolf just ran out!
“Wolf, can you please don’t drag our rivalry into this?” Fox asked. “I’m trying to have fun tonight.”
“Request denied, pup!”
Fox sighed and said, “Okay. Well, we’re gonna have to do things the hard way! I suppose it’s going to be a contest.”
“I can answer trivia questions better than you, pup! Just you wait!”
Leon Powalski, perched at another table, eyed the confrontation, eyes darting back and forth. He was in a lacey black thong leaving little to the imagination.
Sounding a bit excited, he said, “You see that, Panther? He’ll outmauever the competition and tear it into pieces with his super, duper sharp claws!”
Panther Caruso, who had been busy hickeying some bunny rabbit lady in a thong but with no bra, sighed and said, “I’ve told you already you seem to be torn over this shredder and shreddee stuff. It’s getting old…” Panther’s pink bikini showed that he was about as gifted as Peppy, and this, along with his suave Latin aura, was why the bunny lady was all over him.
“I-I sure am torn about it! Eehehehehe!”
“Okay. Let me be direct here. I know you’re gay for Wolf, so you might as well come out to him after this is over.”
“Why wait?” said the chameleon, now clearly slobbering.
Oxnard said, “Okay! Uhm, a change of plans, I see! Well, then.” After a deep breath, he said, “The challenge is: You outlast your opponent in a trivia contest! There are three rounds! The first person to get the question wins the round! Two out of three means you win! If you do that, you get… ten thousand dollars!” The dollar signs appeared in Fox’s eyes. “You lose, and you have to lose the undies for the rest of the night! Now… challenge accepted?”
Fox and Wolf looked at each other. The lupine suddenly shook wolf’s hands, and the lupine in turn slapped his back. Their eyes matched one another’s.
“Okay, then! Let’s go!” cried the hamster.
Oxnard cried, “Round One!" He got out of a slip of paper: "Okay then! What was Super Mario Bros. 2 renamed to?”
“Super Mario Bros. 2? What’s that?” cried Fox. A few bursts of laughter came from the audience. “Uhm… Super Mario Brothers?” Now the laughter was even stronger. Fox’s friends in the back all looked disappointed, and Falco slapped his face. Slippy was all panicking, and Krystal clasped her hands.
Oxnard said, “You lost the question, Mr. McCloud! And you… what’s your name?”
“Wolf O'Donnell.”
“What’s your answer?”
“Super Mario Bros. USA!” he cried. “I know about those old human video games from Earth!”
“One round for Wolf O'Donnell!” cried Oxnard. Leon was rah-rahing while Panther sighed and continued to ogle the girl he met. “Now the loser of each round has to make themselves look like a fool!” The hamster got out a banana and peeled it for Fox. The vulpine was about to bite it when the hamster said, “No, Mr. McCloud! You lick and suck the banana first!” The catcalls and jeers made Fox grimace. How dare they make him look like a fool!
“Name the video game that was the biggest symbol of the crash of 1983, and one only on an Atari console? Mr. O'Donnell first!”
“Atari Pacman!” he blurted. “Hic!” Seems like he jumped the gun.
“Wrong,” said the hamster. “Pacman’s on many consoles!”
“What!?”
“You lose, Mr. O'Donnell! Now, Mr. McCloud…”
Fox stammered a bit: But there was some magazine he read once that there was some economic disaster on Earth (in fact it was minor, but…), and the Cornerian magazine noted that the game had a certain space theme, based on a movie… which Fox had happened to watch.
“E. T.!” he cried. Oxnard’s mouth formed an “O-shape”.
“Well, would you look at that! Mr. McCloud wins!” cried Oxnard. Fox’s friends cheered, while Leon was silent. Wolf this time had to suck on the banana. He grimaced and his eyes were red with fury.
Oxnard cried, “Round Three! What was the name of the game that inspired Resident Evil! For this round, if you get the question wrong, you lose, period! If both of you lose, you get no money and both of you have to lose the undies! Whoever answers first goes first!”
Wolf blurted, “Resident Evil Zero?”
Oxnard frowned and looked at Wolf.
“Not a good guess at all!” the hamster cried. Wolf growled and stomped on the floor. Then the hamster turned to Fox. “Mr. McCloud…”
He didn’t know. The vulpine was frozen still, afraid of making a mistake. Oxxy held out his hand. Three, two, one, and he would lose.
Three…
“I believe in you, Fox!” cried Slippy, now unafraid to show his true body, warts and all.
Two…
“You can do it!” cried Falco, holding out a jug of beer. Katt got hers out too and cried, “Do it! Do it!”
One…
“Go get ‘em!” cried Krystal as she took her bra and panties off. The aphrodisiac jolted some energy into Fox. Something came to mind… something he really wanted.
“A Sweet Home!” Fox cried.
Oxnard blinked, and his jaw went open, like a cat enthralled with catnip.
“Oh my! It’s indeed Sweet Home. I guess you win!” cried Oxnard. “I don’t know how you knew that!”
“Face it tiger, you’ve won the jackpot!” cried a brown wolf, clearly intoxicated from beer, in black panties but no bra. She was well-endowed. There were plenty of empty bottles at her table, and she drank them all.
“Fuxie, please don’t be so loud!” cried an orange yoshi, seated next to her, who was wearing green briefs. His bulge was a bit on the small side, like Fox’s.
She laughed heartily before saying, “Nishi, he’d been jerking off with his honey in public. I saw every fiery moment of it and he’s all fine with what’s happening! I ain’t lowerin’ my volume.”
“It’s rude to talk about him like that!” said the agitated dinosaur.
“Don’t be coy. I saw you were watchin’ 'em too, and you were all touchin’ yourself as well, Buster Brown.” Nishi lowered his eyes and blushed, before withdrawing and sipping his wine.
Wolf grimaced as the hamster had his hands out. After giving away his boxer-briefs, he stormed off in a huff, only to find a slender, eager chameleon embracing him. Leon planted a kiss… and Wolf kissed back with force. The two made out, as the crowd cheered, for a minute. The chameleon then withdrew and got out his long lizard tongue. Wolf gasped as he saw where the tongue was going. The space pirate groaned and panted as he was being pleasured, and the crescendo of cheers from the audience grew and grew. Before he knew it, the pleasure stopped, and he had a bottle of jelly placed in his palm. Leon, who had given him the bottle, was on his fours, his lace off, his butt out prominently. The cheers grew louder and louder. First Wolf, sensing something in his teammmate, smacked Leon’s behind with his hand, once, then twice, causing a welt, and Leon moaned in joy, getting his heartfelt desire. Then Wolf got the jelly and…
“Oh god, Krys!” cried Fox. There she was, her ample breasts presented, her hair radiant and beautiful, her lips full and wide, her teeth bright, her eyes lusting after him. First she planted a kiss and began ogling him. The hurried breathing intensified as he began to caress her breasts. The bold Fox then got out his tongue and began to lick them. She shoved his face into her chest as he kept licking. It was like a lollipop for a crazy straight guy, and the moaning and panting egged him on. After a moment she shoved him off, and he landed on his butt. She quickly tore off his briefs and saw that he was quite excited. The swelling and the redness invited her tongue, and she licked and sucked. Fox gasped and groaned for a brief moment, but it ended before he could burst. She then went on her fours, and her eyes told him:
Come on in!
And so both Wolf and Fox were having at it with their sweethearts, in front of a crowd, and they all were cool with it!
“This is too much even for me!” cried the hamster, who was covering his eyes!
“Oh, my virgin eyes!” cried General Pepper.
“This has got to be rated XXX!” cried the hamster.
“Or R-18!” cried the general.
“Well he’s doin’ a barrel roll on her at least!” said Peppy.
“That’s not funny,” said Pepper.
And when it ended, each couple was panting and moaning. Krystal gave a smooch to her honey, and for a moment it was just the two of them, nobody else. The crowd was just irrelevant background noise.
“Did we-” Fox asked.
“Hmm?” Krystal said.
“Conceive?”
“Oh,” she said. She looked down and her face looked a bit weathered for a moment. “Maybe we did this time?”
“Let’s hope!” The two did a pinky swear, not caring that they were nude and covered in their own fluids.
“Buddy, I think it’s time to go home,” Falco said. Now Peppy, Slippy, Falco, and Katt were standing around the two. Fox looked down and saw that Krystal had snapped his underwear in half.
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Fuxie cried, “Take three!” Fox had gotten the money, of course, which helped pay off some debts, but didn’t make him especially wealthy. However he also found a job offer. In between missions, he agreed to be an underwear model for Fuxie’s company, which just happened to be the brand he wore that night. Without the benefit of alcohol, Fox was a lot less courageous, and it was common for him to blush and grimace. But since he already had sex in front of other people in Oxnard’s club, he wasn’t really in a position to reject any of Fuxie’s wild proposals. To be fair, she just had him be in standard-issue white briefs, rather than thongs or anything crazy, but his face was in all the advertising and it was a little hard to get used to people recognizing him on the subway or getting unsolicited phone numbers from random strangers, even though he made it clear he had a girlfriend already. All the poses he did and all the fruit he had to show himself with were so embarrassing!
“You gotta spread the legs a little! Show your butt! There you go!” she cried. Behind her was Oxnard, big smile, buck teeth out, all happy that he’s getting to see all the good stuff. Gaydar was there too, slobbering, but Nishi was holding him back, preventing him from ruining the take.
Having said that, Fox was clearly uninterested in all of the attention from strangers. He had a lady to tend to. When Fox came home (wearing clothes, of course!), he saw the opened packet of a pregnancy kit. He read the instructions carefully and realized that Krystal was in the bathroom in her bra and panties, reading a kit she had just used. She handed it to him, and he saw the symbols unmistakeably.
“Fox, I’m-I’m!” - The two embraced, and they were eager to move forward into the future. They were to have a son.
–END–
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Money quote:
While the likes of Archie Comics is happy to reinvent their characters in a variety of forms aimed at adult audiences, from raw horror, to teen sex drama, and spawning the likes of the Riverdale and Sabrina TV series, Warner Bros has decided that’s not the direction they want for the Hanna-Barbera intellectual properties.
Whether that also means canning of DC Comics’ all-ages Where Are You Scooby Doo? comic which they continue to publish, I don’t know. But odds are good.
But where ever they end up in the future, expect a more classic approach. Maybe the folks at American Mythology who publish the Pink Panther comics in just that style may want to make a bid?
Maybe they should have just stuck with Future Quest…
Personally, and speaking as a Hanna-Barberian blogger, I like sticking to the traditional canon established by Bill and Joe ... with a few tweaks to make especially its Funtastic stable all the more fresh and fascinating, as witness the Moth Monday, Postcards from Snagglepuss and Fanfic Friday components. Not to mention some other interesting tweaks to the backstories of many of the characters such as:
Ruff and Reddy being fond of the Cushman scooter and rebuilding such, even going around on Cushman Club rallies.
Huckleberry Hound finally finding his Clementine ... and having her as a companion of sorts.
Augie Doggie and Doggie Daddy just taking stock of the simple things in life, while having a little whimsy thrown in.
Top Cat, in essentially a continuance of Top Cat and the Beverly Hills Cats, now residing around Hollywood and Vine, ever proud to pose for tourist selfies and selling deli raffle tickets instead of the old Maps to the Stars’ Homes ... as well as taking an occasional weekend on Catalina Island, with a few girlfriends and diving companions in Avalon.
Granny Sweets being fond of collecting kitschy tableware and kitchenware (Oven King and Pyrex in particular) at rummage sales.
Peter Potamus ditching his Magic Balloon for a Magic Zeppelin.
Dick Dastardly and Muttley--in the latter instance, still the annoyance to his owner, but tending to the flatulent and the sex-crazy.
The Banana Splits continuing to be musical comedy cut-ups in their own way ... and Snorky being fond of theater organ music on the side, even to playing The Mighty Wurlitzer on occasion. (Oh, yes, and “Dear Drooper.”)
In the illustrious company of numerous Hollywood and Nashville celebrities, the Cattanooga Cats have now lent their name and cachet to a Gatlinburg coffee house and craft roastery, replete with some of the kitschiest lighting and furnishings via the thrift-shop circuit. (Gatlinburg, know, having been chosen by virtue of its tradition as the Queen Mother of Tourist Traps.)
Mildew Wolf’s now driving an awful hybrid of an Airstream travel trailer grafted unto a 1969 Oldsmobile Toronado--perhaps the dumbest attempt at an ur-motorhome known.
The Hair Bear Bunch, essentially released (as it were) from Wonderland Zoo after Zookeepers Botch and Peevly essentially drove it to seed, can now be found roaming on that Invisible Motorcycle around the place ... or spending time hitting the waves at their Secret Surf Spot near Malibu just to relax and recharge.
Sis and Honey (if you still recall The Hanna-Barbera Happy Hour) now travelling the country with a motorhome replete with a pop-up shortwave radio station broadcasting during Character Convocations. Or when the typical shortwave DX’er least expects it.
The crew of Heyyy, It’s The King! managing to be their cool selves, even with Big H going into competitive eating and Yukka-Yukka still fond of the classic practical jokes (especially joy buzzers, fake vomitus, whoopee cushions and garlic chewing gum).
After all these years of Scrappy-Doo getting the short end of things, I like picturing him as a deus ex machina deflating awful magic and horror shows and films when least expected.
Kwicky Koala having a food truck selling such Aussie snack staples as SAO, Jatz, Twisties, Custard Cremes, Shortbread Cremes, TimTams, ANZAC Biscuits, Minties, Kool Mints, Bushell’s and Nerada teas--and, lest we forget, Vegemite.
Crazy Claws now resident in Wisconsin Dells, originally as guide on the legendary Original Wisconsin Ducks (milking the corny narration for all its worth) but more recently as commentator on the Dells scene and as a guide to the Waterpark Capital for fellow Hanna-Barbera Funtastics (even to the legendary Bare-Arse Beach just below the Lower Dells).
Trollkindom, more in line with classical Scandinavian troll lore, being all the closer to Nature in all aspects of their trollsperience, yet still being a little whimsical about it (especially when you have dives with mertrolls in obscure little springs and a fondness for backpacking and hot springs ... not to mention being rather direct and open about sexual matters, seeing in sexuality a perfectly natural trollsperience which doesn’t need crude pornography just to amplify the inner need).
In any respect, I trust such respect for canon, mixed with some fresh tweaks, is found worthwhile and as much funtastic. Your comments are always welcomed.
@warnerarchive @boomerang-cn @hanna-barbera-land
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Queen Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Fifteen Here.
Summary; A shape-shifting girl with a bad past is recruited by Nick Fury into the Avengers. It’s there that she finally starts learning to let people in again and she’s especially intrigued by a blond haired and blue eyed Captain America. Will she learn to let him in? Will her past actually stay in the past?
A/N; Oh, this is a surprising chapter. :D
Warnings; Battle, blood, language.
Words; 4,691
Chapter Sixteen
Asylum
Although it’s day outside, it’s dark within the building. I have no problem seeing after I shift my eyes and I know Tony and Sam are fine as well, but I know Cap can’t be faring well. Trusting his other senses, I lead us through the cement columns towards what I know is a hidden stairwell.
“We won’t hit security until we descend the stairs. I have no clue what we’ll be hit with, so be ready for anything.” I say quietly, although it sounds loud in the large empty space. At last we reach the wall. Three long lines run down it, like sutures, and I reach up to the very top of the middle one and push until a small square of it gives way. With a shudder, the cement parts slightly, revealing the mechanical inside. I push them apart just enough so that the four of us can get through, then lead us down a set of spiral metal stairs with Tony’s suit lighting the way from behind me. When we reach the bottom my legs are shaky, and not from exhaustion. A red, metal door is now between us and the labs. I stare at it, horrified. The places I was kept in, the table where I was experimented on, my personal hell. I guess my trepidation shows, because I feel Steve move behind me and see Tony move in front of me. Sam stays beside me, ready. Tony puts his hand on the door handle and rips the door off, disturbing the silence in a massive way. I flinch and wait for the bullets, but none come. Tony steps through the huge opening and finds nothing. He turns in a circle, then looks at us, shrugging.
“I don’t see a damn thi-” But Tony doesn’t get to finish his sentence. A fist appears and knocks Tony on his side, surprising us all, but we’re quick to act. We all run through the hole in the wall and face whoever just knocked Tony over. We’re shocked by what we find. I notice his height first. Small. His face is round, still having baby fat in his cheeks. His hair is brown and curly and his body is thin and gangly. The kid can’t be more than fifteen. But all that isn’t what gets to me. His eyes are the same brown and green as mine, just flipped. Green surrounds the pupil while the rest is a light brown. Burns surround his ankles, just like mine, and I’m sure if I could see the bottoms of his feet they’d look that way too.
“Incoming.” Sam says. I follow his gaze and see my parents, also staring at me from the far wall. Papers are gathered in their arms, but blood splatter covers their white lab coats. Orderlies are gathered around them, a little wall of simpering sycophants. Clearly, we interrupted something and they’re now trying to escape. Anger rises inside me, stronger than ever before.
“Who is he?” I roar at them, infuriated. My parent’s eyes widen when they see me, acting out of their control.
“Oh shit.” Sam whispers, but I dismiss him immediately, focusing on my parents.
“Who do you think he is, honey?” My mother asks innocently as the small group continues to edge towards the other stairwell.
“I’m not here to play games!” I take two big steps towards them before the boy blocks me, making the men around me move forward too. The entire room is clear of any and all trace of anything. Maybe my last visit here did some damage at least. I glance at the young person in front of me and frown. “You know, I could snap him in half.” I say, my voice hushed. “I could easily toss him aside and run over to you and rip you both limb from limb, just like you taught me. I could do it and not lose a single night of sleep.” For just a second, I see a glimmer of fear in their eyes and I soak it in. Then, Steve’s hand is on my shoulder and I’m taking a deep breath. “Who is he?” I ask them again, although I know I won’t like the answer.
“He’s your brother, sweetheart.” My mother says, her voice as calm and soothing as ever. A sob escapes my throat as I look at him, his face blank of all emotion. A machine made by monsters, but not a monster himself. He can’t be. Not yet. He’s still young. There’s a chance for him. There must be a chance for him. “And you’ll be with him. Fighting with him, right now. As a family.” My mother continues smoothly. My father pushes her behind him and she starts to slowly scamper away. I take a step towards her, but my father draws my eyes when he speaks.
“Happy Birthday, dear.” He says and I swear if I could shoot fire from my eyes he’d be a crisp. “V, who are you?” My father asks, his voice as deep as ever. Just like that, I flinch and crumple to the ground, my knees slamming against the concrete.
“I-I…I’m an Avenger.” I stutter, pain causing me to have tunnel vision.
“V, who are you?” He asks again. I put my hands over my ears, but the words echo in my mind. Who are you, who are you, who are you? Just barely, I feel a cold metal hand on my right shoulder.
“Don’t move.” Tony says to the kid, pointing an arm at him. My parents hurry away from us, towards the stairs in the corner of the room. They’ve done all they could do. Sam is after them in a second, moving around us instead of passing…my brother. My gaze returns to the kid as he stares at me, clearly not as fazed as I am. Steve appears in front of me, turning his back on the kid only because Tony holds him at bay. He rips off his helmet and puts my face in his hands, cradling it. I wish I had more time to appreciate his messy sex hair.
“Ria? Hey, Ria. Stay with me, baby. Stay with me.” I hear him plead, but my father’s words keep repeating inside my head. “You’re an Avenger. That’s who you are. You’re Victoria. You’re my best girl, you’re like Tony’s daughter, and Nat’s sister. You’re family, Ria. That’s who you are. An Avenger.” Each word he says becomes clearer and clearer until his voice fills my head instead of my father’s. I blink rapidly and my vision clears. I stand with the help of Steve and take a breath. I nod at him and he kisses my cheek before stepping away. I wave at Tony and Steve.
“Tony, Steve, go after my parents. They cannot leave. I can handle this.” I tell them. I hear both of them inhale to answer but I turn around and flash red eyes at them. “GO NOW.” I yell and they do as I say, hesitating only slightly.
“Permission to engage?” My little brother whispers and my soul feels like it’s tearing itself apart. I jump forward before the person on the other end responds and tackle him to the ground. Surprisingly, he catches me and rolls on top of me, pinning me. He’s stronger than I gave him credit for. I push him up into the air with my hands, then kick, sending him flying into the ceiling. I roll away and onto my feet before he lands, groaning.
The kid slowly gets to his feet and shakes his head. “Look, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to fight just because they say so. You have the power to choose.” I plead with him.
“Permission to engage?” He asks again. I sigh and wait for his move. Suddenly, the boy in front of me is no longer a boy, but a black panther. If he weren’t about to kill me, I would have laughed.
“A panther huh? I like big cats too.” I say, shifting into a Bengal tiger. “Please,” I continue pleading with him as we circle each other. “let me help you.” Even in this form he manages to look surprised at my abilities, but then turns angry.
“They’re my parents.” He says, shockingly. They obviously trained him differently than me if he can speak at will. Or he’s more willing to disobey.
“Look, they’re mine too. That means we’re related, okay? I understand family loyalty, but they aren’t your family. Family doesn’t do this.” I explain to him, but he doesn’t seem to be listening.
“Confirmed.” He whispers, but it doesn’t sound as firm as his words before. He growls at me and I growl back, the resonance shaking everything around us. Then we collide in a flurry of fur, claws, and teeth. While I’m trying to simply detain, all this kid has been trained to do is kill. He lands a clawed paw on my shoulder, and rips into my flesh. I retract my claws and bat at his face, throwing off his focus. I shove both of my paws on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. I back away from him a few steps and shift into a silverback gorilla, hands will definitely help in this fight. It’s the smart move, but the boy doesn’t change his shape. He’s trained to be brutal first, not smart. The job being done is what matters, not survival.
“Listen, I was just like you. I obeyed our parent’s every command, I fought for them, stole for them…even killed for them. That doesn’t have to be your life too. I know what they did to you. I have burns on me just like yours! They don’t really love you, they aren’t capable! Come with me and you can have a life. A good one full of love, friends, and family. Real family.” A growl splits the air as he hurdles himself at me. I move to the side and punch his head, knocking out the com. I crush it under a foot and ready myself for another attack, and it comes. He swipes at me, but I dodge it at the last second. His claws just barely graze my face, drawing blood. The next time he swings I catch his paw and squeeze, shattering his arm bone. I flinch as he lets out an agonized groan and my heart aches at how human the sound is.
“Permission to…” He stops when he realizes there’s no one to answer.
“We have your parents, Ria. We called Fury to meet us with the jet. On our way to you. Are you okay?” Steve speaks into my ear. I shake my head, unwilling to focus on anything else but my brother. I start yelling at him, furious.
“No! You do not have permission! Listen to me!” I shift into myself and back away from him, hands up. “These people have tortured you for years, right? Had you train in a chamber made from double sided mirrors and kept you from changing in the meantime in a metal cage. I know exactly how this goes! I’ve already lived your exact life, so let me change yours! Yours can be better, joyful, happy. Just listen to me! Please!” I beg him to listen, and he stops. He shifts, slower than I do, but he hasn’t had the practice and it may still be painful. When he’s in his human form he cradles his arm, the one I broke. His young face is set in a firm expression, although his lip is bleeding.
“I heard them.” He says, his voice sounding like the lost boy that he is. “I heard them say that I’m your brother.” He continues, his expression hard and his voice wary. “But why should that mean anything to me?” He asks seriously and it’s a damn good question. I approach him with my hands down, palms up.
“Because I’ve been through what you have and understand how broken you feel.” I tell him and he looks down, sad. “But I know that what has happened to you isn’t who you are. And I’m ready to give you a chance.” I continue. He looks back up at me, eyes cautious but hopeful.
“Why would you do that?” He asks. I sigh as my eyes fill with unspent tears.
“That’s what others did for me.” I respond. He considers me, then slowly comes forward and rests his head on my chest. I wrap him in my arms, careful to not touch his broken arm. I cradle his head against me and his good arm wraps itself around my waist. We separate after a few seconds, after all, we’ve got stuff to do. I put an arm around him like Tony does to me and guide him with me to the stairs I came in. Lightly, he rests his arm around my waist. “Sorry about the arm. We’ll fix that, I promise. You’ve got a mean swing, by the way.” I compliment him and he gives me a sort of boyish grin. We walk through the cement doors and find Steve waiting there for us. The boy’s arm tightens around my waist and I return the action reflexively. Steve’s eyes go from me to the boy, but he doesn’t seem too alarmed. At least until he sees the blood soaking my shoulder and the blood on my face.
“Are you alright?” He asks me quietly, his eyes steady on the kid.
“I just need a little cleaning up, that’s all. The kid needs his arm fixed, I might have broken it.” Steve’s eyes pop up when I say I broke the boy’s arm, but he nods slowly, agreeing. “My parents?” I ask, my anger returning to me.
“They’ve already been loaded onto the jet and have ten soldiers watching them. Don’t worry about it.” I look at the jet before Steve starts talking again. “Listen, we all heard you over the coms and are willing to give him a chance, but we have to talk to Fury about this. He is a kid, after all.” Steve says.
“I’m not a child.” The boy says indignantly, making me smirk. I swear I see Steve’s mouth twitch as well before he nods and walks to my side, leaving the way clear to walk to the jet. He takes my hand and my smile grows, but I address the boy next.
“What’s your name?” I ask. He looks up at me with those pretty eyes and shakes his head.
“Project thirty-seven.” He replies, confused. I furrow my brows at him. Steve looks at me with surprised and sad eyes and shakes his head slightly. I stop the three of us and put my hands on the kid’s shoulders.
“Well, that isn’t a proper name. Do you want to pick another one?” I ask him. He bites the inside of his lip in thought. I glance up at Steve as he looks at the two of us. “Uh, my name is Victoria. His name is Steve. You’re going to meet some other people, trustworthy people, and they all have different names too.” I tell him, not knowing what else to say. “Uh, there are names like Ethan, Jack, John, David. Um, Grant?” I look at Steve when I say that, knowing it’s his middle name. The boy perks up a little at that name. I don’t know if it was the name or the way I said it, but he nods.
“I like Grant the best.” He chooses and smiles softly at Steve and me. I smile back and after a moment, Steve does too.
“Okay. Great choice. Grant Redhallow. How about Anthony Grant Redhallow? We’ll call you Grant, but you should have a full name.” I suggest, ignoring Steve’s grin next to me. Grant nods, looking tired but pleased. We start walking again and everyone finally comes into sight. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see everyone is nearly unscathed. Tony’s helmet is off and I smile when I see he looks unharmed as well, but his face when he sees me is not joyful.
“Queen! Geez!” He exclaims, rushing over to me. He turns my head to the right, tsking at the blood all over my cheek.
“Tony, it’s fine. See?” I heal myself easily, although it does take some energy out of me. Tony’s satisfied with my face, but he keeps on staring at my shoulder. “Gramps, I’ll heal it in a little bit. I’m too tired right now. Anyways, Grant here needs more attention than me.” Tony looks away from me begrudgingly. He sizes the kid up and I tell him his full name as he does. “Um, I suggested his name be Anthony Grant Redhallow. Grant for short. You like it?” I ask him, knowing he will. Tony freezes at the name and looks at me. Then he nods slowly.
“Anthony Grant, huh?” He repeats. Grant stands tall as Tony appraises him. “Well, you’ve got your sisters stubbornness already, I can see that.” The use of sister makes me nervous and excited all at once, but Grant just shrugs. “Okay, Grant. How about we fix that arm of yours?” Tony asks. Grant nods and steps away from me. I almost follow, but decide against it. He needs to learn to trust the team. He looks back at me as he walks away with Tony. I smile and nod at him, telling him it’s okay. He looks back ahead of him as Tony puts a hand on his shoulder and I see his shoulders release some tension. Steve squeezes my hand, reminding me of his presence and I release a sigh. I turn to him and put my forehead against the warmth of his neck.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more exhausted than I am right now.” I tell Steve and his chest shakes when he chuckles.
“Yeah well, just wait. We’re bringing a young enhanced teenager into the tower. I’m pretty sure we won’t get a lot of sleep for a while.” Steve reminds me and I groan, not prepared for any of this.
“You know, other people our age are losing sleep for a completely different reason.” I tease him. He chuckles and scratches the back of his head.
“Guys. Coms are still on.” I hear Nat say and I blush. Looking at the team, Sam waves at me with a grin and Clint wiggles his fingers playfully at me. Everyone else is either smiling and staring at the ground or staring at Steve and me. I sigh.
“I thought it was cute.” I hear Wanda’s beautiful voice come over the coms and I find her form standing beside Vision. She smiles at me and I return it before taking out my com and tucking it my pocket. I look back at Steve and find him red as a tomato, staring at Sam as Sam makes kissy faces at him. Despite trying, I can’t resist laughing. I shoot Sam the bird, ironically, and hear his gasp just before a louder noise comes near. I blink and back away when I hear another jet. Before it even lands, Nick is out and marching towards me. I sigh again and keep a firm hold on Steve’s hand. Time to face the music. Nick walks up to me and crosses his arms in front of me. He considers me with a scathing gaze, but I’m not buying his shit show. Steve leans over and kisses my cheek. He nods at the director’s unsurprised face and walks away, giving me a wink when Nick can’t see. My smile comes easily, knowing Steve thinks I can handle this.
“So, I leave you alone for a couple days and you stage an unauthorized raid, detain your parents, adopt an enhanced teen, and did it all without losing a single soldier?” He lists off a couple things, then asks me to confirm.
“Yes.” I respond, grinning. Nick nods, his eye scanning my relaxed form. All of a sudden, I’m wrapped in Nick’s arms. After the shock fades a little, I return his embrace, although it doesn’t last long.
“Told you that you’d be a good Avenger.” He tells me quietly. I roll my eyes, of course he’d have to get in an I told you so. He lets me go and claps me on my good shoulder with a grin. Still surprised, I stare at him but return his smile.
“Thanks.” I manage to say and he nods. We start walking towards the jet Fury got on that everyone else has already boarded. My eyes instantly find Grant, Steve and Tony at his side. I smile when Grant looks up at Steve, grinning. I’m glad it seems like he’s more willing to trust than I was at this point. A medic is working on his arm, but he’ll have to be put under so they can really fix it.
“He’s your brother, huh?” Nick asks, following my gaze. I nod.
“Yeah he is. They made him like me. His abilities…” I trail off, not knowing what else to say. Nick makes a sound of acknowledgement, apparently at a loss for words as well. At least for the moment anyway. I spin towards him, suddenly concerned for Grant’s safety. “He’s staying with me. In the Avenger’s tower. You got it? He’s staying with me.” I tell Nick firmly and he holds his hands up in surrender.
“Alright, alright. I’ll see what I can do.” He relents. “Have you even asked everyone else?” He asks. I hesitate, I hadn’t.
“Well, I’m definitely not going to stand in the way of family being together. I’m good with it.” Wanda says next to me. I grin at her and grab her hand, so thankful for her help.
“I’m in.” Steve says from his spot on the floor. I look over at him and find his gentle eyes on me, shining.
“Obviously, I’m in.” Tony says, patting Grant’s shoulder.
“Where else is the kid gonna go? I’m in.” Rhodey says from beside Tony and Tony shoots him a smile.
“Someone has to teach the kid to respect birds.” Sam sends me a pointed look. “I’m in.”
“We’re in.” Clint and Nat say at the same time, then high five.
“It doesn’t seem to matter whether I agree or not, but for the sake of team spirit, I agree as well.” Vision puts in his two cents. We all look at Nick as a team. United by my little brother. Nick scans us all then shakes his head.
“Okay, okay.” He submits. I nod at Fury in thanks and sit in front of Grant, exhausted. The kid smiles at me, clearly adjusting well, and I smile back at him. He looks back to the medic and I drop the smile, too tired to keep it up. Steve moves over to me as the jet rises and takes off towards the tower. He sits with me and I reflexively rest my head on his shoulder. I look around the jet for everyone. Tony and Rhodes are in the corner, their suits being removed by Tony’s machines, Nat and Wanda are sitting with Grant, asking him harmless questions, Clint’s driving, Vision is standing behind him, looking out the windows, and Sam is standing with Nick, talking quietly. I relax after knowing where everyone is and shut my eyes.
“I think this is the definition of in over your head.” I mumble and Steve chuckles. Gently, his cheek rests on my head. I rest my hand palm up on his thigh and his hand slips into it. I put a hand on top of ours, sandwiching his between mine. “Do you think I can do this?” I ask him nervously. I open my eyes and find Grant is already looking at me and Steve with curious eyes. He turns to Nat and starts speaking, but I can’t hear what he’s saying.
“I think that we can handle this. All of us, together.” Steve replies. I smile at that and nod a little, not wanting to disturb his chin on my head.
“I like that.” I tell him and I can tell he smiles. Nick steps in front of us and I feel Steve stiffen and lift his head off of mine in the presence of a superior officer. I refuse to move or release Steve’s hand. I pop my eyebrows up at Nick, asking what he wants. Nick’s mouth twitches at the edges and I can tell he approves. Of course, the screw-up girl would end up with the respectable guy. I smirk as the way Steve kisses me comes to mind. Maybe not too respectable. Nick crouches in front of us, now at eye height.
“Your parents need to be dealt with Victoria.” Nick tells me, his mouth now a grim line. Mine copies his as I sit up straight. “We’ll keep it internal, but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to talk to them before everything started happening.” The question throws me off, I wasn’t expecting to get the chance to see them again. And this time, there would be no restraints on me, the restraints would be on them. I nod, slowly. Fury nods once. “Okay, as soon as we’re in the tower I’ll take you to see them. Then they’ll be gone.” He tells me before standing and walking away. Even after he walks away I can’t relax again. Too many thoughts are flying through my head. What am I going to say to them?
“Hey, Ria.” Steve calls for me like he’s been trying for a few seconds. I turn towards him. “Are you sure you’re up to talking with them?” He asks me cautiously. I take a deep breath, but nod.
“Yeah. I just-I need…I…” I can’t make a sentence to sum up everything, but it seems I don’t have to.
“I get it. Closure.” Steve sums it up for me and I smile softly. I lean forward and put my forehead on his. He looks a little nervous at being around the team and showing affection, but it wears off after a second or two of close contact. I press my lips together for a moment, thinking.
“Could I ask you something?” I ask with trepidation.
“Of course.” He responds immediately. I move back a little and lean my head against the jet and not Steve, now I can see his whole face and the expressions on it.
“Do you ever…rethink it?” I ask him, my voice now hushed. He frowns, not understanding my question. “Being Captain America.” I finish and his face clears with understanding. He looks down at his lap and I continue, not liking the silence. “I mean do you ever wish you never received the super serum? Grown old with a wife you loved and had a couple of kids without the complications that there are now.” I wonder out loud, absentmindedly thinking of my future and what it might hold. And what it can’t. Steve is silent for a little longer than usual, but he does answer.
“I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about what my life would have been like if I hadn’t taken the serum. But do I regret it?” He asks himself and his eyes turn steely, losing their usual softness. “No. Not a chance. I know I’ve made people’s lives better and that’s good enough for me.” He nods once to himself, then looks back at me. I smile softly, appreciating his answer.
“Thanks for telling me, Steve. I really enjoy learning about you and who you are as a person.” I lean in a little and kiss his cheek. “It just makes me care about you more.” I sigh and relax back into my spot. I shut my eyes as my head bounces softly on Steve’s shoulder from the jet. After a few moments I’m asleep, my hands still wrapped around Steve’s.
Chapter Seventeen found HERE.
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The 12th of Vernary, 5647 CC
The Newmandalers hadn’t bothered the Avanturisyegers. As far as the locals were concerned, if the adventurers brought things upon themselves, then so long as it didn’t extend to anyone else, it was on their own heads. When Scoloaster had made her way out of the guildhall to join Lináloe in chasing the adventurers that remained in town, a few citizens had simply stood out of her way.
Well, it might have been that she was now a clanking hollow girl made of strange alloys and fine silk, carrying unsheathed fighting knives in both hands. There were seven adventurers from the Adventurer’s Union of the Lower Alstuc Valley; Scoloaster had followed where Lináloe’s birds and beasts chased them, one by one, and plucked the badges from them while taunting them. It was all part of the play at being part of Cypora’s great forces.
“Some sort of campaign against the guild?” one adventurer had asked through a bloody mouth, teeth broken and one eye swollen shut.
“Silly,” Scoloaster teased, making up the lie on the spot while stuffing some of the treasure on his person into her empty body, feeling jewelry clatter all the way down into her boots, “this is just a diversion on the way to something else.”
The lies had built so easily, and she shared them with Lináloe and Orangella. Stories about Queen Cypora’s quest to consolidate the dungeons as a whole state. Her lieutenants: Bang the Antipaladin, Ella of the Wisps, Acantha the Reaper, the Necromancer Licoricia. Her companions, Keturah of the Droning Insects and Shiaroc pla Aurm, the Scarred. The victories they’d already had, crushing adventurers and retrieving stolen treasure. Oh, she had made such a point of that last part, really driving it home every time that this was about getting back what had been taken and hoarded.
“You’re not just adventurers that we’re hunting,” she said while plucking some enchanted earrings off a warrior, whispering right into his ear, “you’re bandits. You’re dragons hoarding gold. You think you’re heroes? What have you done for the people of the land?”
She made sure to laugh as darkly as she could.
Did she believe in any of it? She didn’t know if she did, and she didn’t care. This was the most entertainment she’d had since she first rode the vampire, maybe even longer.
So it was that she wound up with the empty space in the armor she was possessing being used as storage space for treasures taken off of adventurers, as well as trophies in the form of their guild badges. Lináloe had wound up with her own trophies: none of the adventurers aside from the three who had escaped were their targets, so the rage that animated her was not directed at them. She’d taken it out on the guildhall, tearing it apart with her bare hands from the top down. That had led to the discovery of a secret stash of treasure, which had included some things she indicated belonged to her. Something from her life; a very finely made gun, some rings.
Orangella had found the most useful prize, something Scoloaster remembered having been among what had been at the dungeon: the hide of a mountain lion, enchanted so that, if it was laid down as a rug and lifted from the nose, would reveal a magical stone cellar. It had somehow not occurred to the adventurers to make use of this; while Scoloaster had worked with Lináloe to torment those that remained, Orangella had hurriedly stuffed it full of the contents of the treasure bays in the guildhall, and rolled it back up again. There was plenty more room left within it, and on their return trip, the trio had even used it as a mobile headquarters.
They had quickly run low on room within, however, once the other avanturistyegers caught up.
While Scoloaster, Lináloe, and Orangella had followed one lead, a group of four had gone after another. The dark shapes and long, furry forms of the creatures most only knew as taily-pos had coursed through the forests and over the roads, delighted to have had an opportunity to reclaim what was stolen. They made the perfect hunters of adventurers, in Scoloaster’s opinion: stealthy, sharp-clawed, and hereditarily endowed with a mania for repossession and punishment of thieves.
Of the taily-pos that had remained in the dungeon, these four were the only ones. Three kept their names secret, having nothing else to claim as their own, but the fourth, their leader, agreed to answer to the name Rifka. Where the other three were sleek and small, Rifka was more like a small black panther with an oversized raccoon’s tail. She had dragged a huge bag of treasures back to the agreed-upon meeting point, most of which Scoloaster and Orangella had recognized as other things stolen from the dungeon.
For a taily-po, simply getting the treasures back to the dungeon would have been reward enough. When Scoloaster shared her collection of guild badges with them, they’d been delighted, and when Orangella fed them all from the meal she’d been cooking when they arrived before having any for herself, their already excellent mood had turned downright playful.
So it was that, amidst the shadows by the road and a chorus of whispery squeaks and playful cheers, the First Avanturistyeger Company returned to the Timber Barony.
Or rather, they arrived before the gate that hadn’t been in the road when they left.
“Well, I expected they’d be busy,” Orangella observed as the structure came into view. A small stone tower rose by the side of the road, connected to a thick wooden gate, and walls that only extended as far as the treeline. It would have made things difficult if approaching by cart, but travelers on foot or horseback could have just made their way around the obstacle. “Looks like some of Bang and my sister’s sense of architecture.”
“Ahoy?” Scoloaster called, catching sight of movement in the tower. Rifka sniffed the air.
“The bugs,” she hissed—but then, she hissed every word, regardless of the emotion attached to it—and the three smaller taily-pos repeated it as a chorus.
A strange, red-furred face popped up from one of the narrow windows, and then above it, Keturah Med’s smile.
“The Avanturistyegers! Hi! Hold up, I’ll let you through,” she called back, and disappeared from the window. A moment later, she came out behind the gate, and undid a padlock that chained the timbers together, swinging the way open. She turned to look at Scoloaster’s new form. “Is that Miss Spitznogle in there?”
“Just so,” Scoloaster replied, walking forward more to inspect the gatehouse than pass through. “Something like this was spoken of in the past, but as I recollect, the decision was reached that it would be too difficult to extend out through the forest, and intruders might simply pass it by between the trees.”
“Which is why we didn’t really bother with walls,” Keturah explained with a grin. “I’ve been teaching my new friends to watch out for sneaks, instead.”
She made a clicking noise with her tongue, and they appeared, crawling out of the windows and from behind the walls, six-legged furry creatures moving over the walls as easily as over ground. They wriggled and tapped their legs as they gathered.
“Tamed them?” Rifka asked, again echoed by her companions. She drew herself up alongside Scoloaster, and met with the largest pair of the creatures.
“Bedcats don’t really take to taming,” Keturah said, digging in a bag at her hip. She pulled out a saucer, and a jar of honey which she poured out into the dish. “But they respond well to rewards.”
The bedcats converged on the treat at Keturah’s signal, taking turns to bump heads while lapping up honey. There were at least a dozen of them present.
“So you’re on guard duty,” Orangella observed, giving Keturah a hug that produced an ‘oof’.
“It’s pretty great, actually. The bedcats and my other friends have sharper senses, so I just have to look out for when they act funny, and I can sit around and read as much as I like,” Keturah said, and gestured up to the tower. “We moved a lot of the library out here. Well, what’s left of it.”
“We’ll bring back more,” Orangella said, smiling back at Scoloaster and Lináloe. The taily-pos had continued through the gate while the bedcats snacked, and were investigating the other side.
“Looks like you already got a bit,” Keturah said, appraising Scoloaster’s armored body and the bags they all carried. Lináloe came up to show off a pair of boots she’d recovered, gesturing to them before walking up the wall as easily as the bedcats had. She smiled at Keturah, and showed off the necklace she’d made of her trophies, without stepping down from the wall.
“More than a bit,” Orangella replied, hefting the cougar skin off her back and beginning an explanation of its function and contents.
But Scoloaster was following the taily-pos. They had disappeared out of view, and as she went through the gate, she saw their snake-like trails in the dust on of the entrance to the gatehouse. Inside, the sound of them continued through a door that led not higher up, but down below ground. She followed down, relying on her ability to see without light. A cellar of some sort, for the guardhouse, stocked with some foods. But there was also a gate down here, albeit one left open and flush against the walls. It was far sturdier-looking, built of harder woods. She recognized the handiwork on it, Yered’s fondness for embellishments familiar from the last time he’d had a decent body.
The cellar continued further and further down, and without a need for light, she realized it was actually a long tunnel. Further down, the taily-pos were investigating every inch.
She looked up the stairs to the noise from above. Keturah and the others had come down to see where she’d gone.
“Cypora and the others worked it out,” she explained to Scoloaster, indicating the tunnel to Orangella and Lináloe. “The Widows led the work and it went super quick, since I guess you don’t need to sleep like living people do?”
Leading the trio down the passage after the taily-pos, Keturah began to explain what they’d missed; the discovery that the dungeon’s magic meant that Cypora’s boundaries as an overlord went further than the walls, and the presence of the rephaim. More importantly, she related the cost of bringing them back from Sheol.
“But if they’re in Sheol, how does she sense them as part of the dungeon?” Orangella asked.
“A whole other world,” Scoloaster muttered to herself. It certainly was strange to think about, but she noticed Orangella twitch at her words, and wondered what had surprised her fellow Ritermaysterin about that.
Keturah grinned, getting up close. “That’s the really nifty thing. Near as we can guess, the Dungeon System didn’t just mess with up, down, north, and south. It must have extended out into other worlds that are connected to this one! So, there’s a part of the dungeon that’s in Sheol. Maybe all dungeons are like that?”
“It would explain some curiosities of undeath, here,” Scoloaster supposed. She was watching Orangella, who looked contemplative.
The answer hit her as they came in view of a wide staircase behind another underground gate. Orangella was interacting more and more with the world of her shedim family, that otherworld of smoke and shadows. If there was a part of that world linked to the dungeon, what would it be like, and what would it mean for her?
Half an hour later, the Avanturistyegers were assembled before the other inhabitants of the dungeon, both survivors and newcomers. The recovery of the cougar pelt was the first to be shown, aside from Scoloaster’s new body.
“You always happen upon the best ones, don’t you just? Jayyida teased. “But look at what the corn dolly made us! Bespoke possessibles. You’re out of fashion, this time.”
“Needs must, I am afraid,” Scoloaster replied, as Orangella demonstrated how the pelt could be lifted off the ground by its tail to be transported, or lifted by its nose to reveal the magical room beneath. “If I am to continue to serve as a Rittermaysterin, perforce I look the part.”
“Oh, but isn’t it a shame that you’ll have to give it up eventually, especially if you wish to really terrorize someone with their blood still pumping?” Reumah asked, keeping an eye on Orangella’s demonstration but listening in on the conversation, as was Yered.
“Oh, my word!” Scoloaster cried, seeing her chance. She made a point to raise her voice and affect an attitude of shock. Sure enough, Orangella’s demonstration—which had already gone on too long and repeated things she had explained at the beginning—was interrupted as some of those gathered turned to look at her, Cypora included. “I had never considered that, after possessing this suit of armor, I might need to give it up soon after, and could not enjoy this suit of armor, which I found amongst the magical treasures stashed away by adventurers?”
She hadn’t seen the need to tell Orangella or Lináloe. After all, why spoils the surprise? There was so little to entertain when one existed as long as she did. But now seemed like the right time.
As she had done with other bodies in the past, Scoloaster detached her spirit from the suit of armor, swinging out of it and willing her spectral form to become visible in the dim light of the meeting-hall. She did so as if she were dancing with the armor, taking hold of its hand as she slipped out from the metal, before spinning out away for a moment in an admittedly clumsy pirouette. She made a point of showing that she was not touching it—and then dropped backwards into the arms of the armor like it was a dance partner catching her. Which was the moment she chose to re-possess it.
To the stunned faces of the Widows and the other assembled dybbuks, she smiled a broad, steel-sharp smile.
“‘Tis an enchanted armor. I can possess it as many times as I should like.”
Cypora began the applause, and others followed.
“One of these days I’ll find something better than you,” Jayyida grumbled good-naturedly, “just watch.”
Scoloaster gave her a little rap on the arm, metal pushing against cloth filled with timber and sawdust. Even Orangella was clapping, in spite of the interruption. But then she smiled her own sharp grin.
“Well, if my fellow hunter over there thinks it’s time for the surprises,” she said, and ducked down to where the pelt laid on the ground, rolling up the nose-end and darting inside. There was a sound of things clattering around, and she reappeared from the magical stairs holding something over her head. A sword, in a scabbard. “I guess it’s time for this!”
She kept her hand on it, not unsheathing it yet, as those around her peered at it. As far as Scoloaster could see, it was just a sword in a scabbard. The pommel and guard looked very plain, in fact.
“When did you pick that up?” she asked Orangella.
“Those adventurers left in a hurry and we took all their stuff, right?” Orangella asked her as if she hadn’t been the one to do most of the scaring herself. “Well, they didn’t leave all their stuff locked up. I found this just outside of where they disappeared from!”
She unsheathed it, and Scoloaster could have sworn that the blade was not there. It was like an empty space in the air, revealing night behind. But as it shifted in Orangella’s hand, it became clear that it was neither empty space, nor flat; it had definition and breadth, but was made of something so dark black as to show none of it in the light.
“The personal weapon of the notorious and hated adventurer Almaz, the failed paladin whose own magic turned on her, with a reputation that has preceded the adventurer herself in the rumor and gossip we traced while hunting her,” Orangella intoned, using her free hand to weave the image of dark serpents in the air, before holding the sword up to point at the sky. “I give you Vuègbòrd, the Void-Edge!”
She resheathed it, and knelt, presenting it to Cypora.
“By which I mean, I give it to you, Cyppeleh,” she said. “I got the wizard back. But Almaz, to you….”
Cypora nodded, but she didn’t take the sword.
“As much as I’d like to hang onto that as a trophy to taunt her with if we ever find her again,” she said, “I think I have a better use for it.”
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Foxgloves ://: Chapter 3
Summary:
Y/N was content living a normal life. Well, as normal as her life could be with the power to stun and cause death (in extreme conditions) with just a touch of her hand. Let’s just say gloves are a girl’s best friend, not diamonds. When the Winter Soldier surfaced, she was called in by Director Nick Fury to assist Captain America in fighting against a corrupt SHIELD. To the world, she is known as Foxgloves, the girl with poisons touch. To her team, she’s a mystery, coming out of nowhere, with her amazing combat skills and poisonous touch, to be recruited into their little group of super humans. Nobody knew of her origin, until Helmut Zemo’s plans consist of more than exposing the Winter Soldier as Howard and Martha Stark’s killer.
Warnings: Mild cursing, CA: Civil War Spoilers.
Word Count: 2,400k+
Last Chapter: [X]
{“Buck! Stop! You’re gonna kill someone.” I hear Steve shout as he’s knocked down. James breaks the flooring next to the blonde’s head, pulling out a military style backpack. “I’m not gonna kill anyone.”}
James tosses the bag out of the open door, just as another soldier comes in through the window. I pull out one of my smaller guns and shoot him in the leg, causing him to fall onto the ground. His hands instinctively going to the fresh wound, while I pick up his gun. A new soldier perches himself outside of another window, only to be pushed away by Steve. James pushes me behind him as he sticks his metal hand up, blocking the bullets from a new soldier, eventually throwing a cinder block at him, launching him into the closet door.
Three gunshots pierce the door, knocking the hinges off. James punches the wall, sending the man behind it backwards. He takes on the first soldier who attempts to enter, while I take on the ones on the stairs. A sudden crash through the sun roof startles me, causing the soldier I was currently fighting to knock me down. He raises his gun at me, getting ready to shoot, but I’m faster. Jumping up, I rip off my glove and grab his exposed wrist, rendering him immobile. Slightly smirking to myself, I continue down the stairs, paralyzing as many soldiers as I can. ‘We don’t want to kill anyone,’ I remind myself, ‘just stun.’
Steve eventually makes it back to the action, snatching the walkie talkie from what looks like a middle-aged man, whom was calling for back up. ‘Oh, no honey, I think we’re good.’ The good ol’ captain jumps from stair to stair, trying to get down to where James and I are. The brunette sends a man over the railing, Steve reaching out and grabbing him. “Come on, man.” Chastises the blonde as James punches a soldier in the gut. ‘Ouch,’ I wince, ‘that’s defiantly got to hurt.’
James pulls the railing off, swinging down like Tarzan and into the door next to me. Steve clips two men together and sends one of them over the railing, the other keeping them from going splat. I stun a few of the men coming at James, as he jumps down the stair well. I rush down, dodging anyone coming at me. “Are you fucking crazy?!” I yell at nobody in particular, (*cough* James Buchanan *cough*). He grabs onto one of the railings, yelling at the strain in his arm and shoulder. Pulling himself over the bar and onto the landing, he busts through a door, me trailing in after him.
He takes a running start and jumps onto the roof of the building next door. “Sam, I’m going to need a lift.” I say, as a figure in a black and silver suit attacks James. “Who the fuck invited this dude?” I ask in disbelief as he pounces onto the super soldier. He stands up, claws protruding from his gloves. ‘Well, damn.’ I think, hearing Steve mentally scolding me for my language.
Him and James start fighting, them both attacking and dodging each other. James gets kicked into one of the A/C units with an ‘oh shit’ face as the masked assailant digs his claws into the metal. “Any minute now Sam!” I say, starting to get impatient.
Steve comes up behind me, looking down to see what’s going on. I look over and see Sam coming into view. Without saying anything, Steve tugs me behind him, silently motioning for me to hold on. I place my arms around his neck and latch onto him like a koala. ‘If we weren’t close before, then we definitely are now.’
“Who the hell’s the other guy?” Questions Sam as Steve gets ready. “About to find out” replies the captain. He starts running and jumps off the balcony, almost making it to the rooftop before Sam swoops down and I jump onto his back. He starts flying towards the helicopter that’s shooting bullet after bullet at the men on the roof. “Sam put me down, they need my help.” I say, making sure to keep my ungloved hand away from any exposed skin. “You can join them later.” He grunts, kicking the tail and diving down towards the street.
Sam flies into the tunnel, trying to catch up to Steve. The GSF already in pursuit with our merry band of fugitives. “Sam, where are they?” I ask, scanning for a clue as to where they disappeared off to. “Over that way.” He says, nodding towards the broken barrier and car buildup.
As soon as Steve’s car comes into view, the masked man jumps towards Sam and grabs onto his leg, knocking me off in the process. I skid onto the asphalt, pain bursting throughout my side. Grunting, I get up and begin chasing after the two super soldiers. James sets off a bomb, causing rubble to block our path. But, before it does, Sam launches the Cat in the Mask past Steve and I and through the falling cement.
The German Special Forces eventually surround us, alarms blaring and lights flashing. Finally, the men stop and stand up, looking around at each other as I catch up and stand next to Steve. Rhodey comes out of nowhere, ready to fire at either party. “Stand down, now.” He demands. Somebody shouts something in German, as I look around and take in the number of guns pointed at us.
“Congratulations, guys.” Spits out the older man, “You’re now criminals.” We are bombarded with shouting men, James being brought down to his knees and cuffed. Another man comes up and pulls my raised arms down and behind my back, slapping on a pair of handcuff and knocking my knees out from under me. The masked cat man finally ends his staring competition with Steve and takes off his mask, revealing himself to be T’Challa, the now king of Wakanda. “Your highness.”
We are later transported in a heavily armed car to somewhere in Berlin. James is in a specially designed tank that restricts his arms and legs. “So, you like cats?” asks Sam, breaking the suffocating silence. “Sam.” warns Steve. “What?” he says, defensively. “Dude shows up dressed like a cat, you don’t wanna know more?” I sigh, resting my head against the window, feeling a growing headache coming on.
“Your suit” Steve pauses, “it’s vibranium?” The new man turn his head slightly, debating on whether to respond. “The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle passed from warrior to warrior.” He answers, his accented voice being gravely. “And now, because your friend murdered my father I also wear the mantle of king. So, I ask you, as both warrior and king, how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?”
We are unloaded and freed of our bindings, James being hauled off by a fork lift. “Some people just have terrible trust issues.” I mutter as we walk towards Sharon and a short, greying man in an equally grey suit. “What’s gonna happen to him?” the worry was barely discernable in Steve’s voice, but still there. “Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition.” Replies the hobbit-like man.
“This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander.” introduces Sharon. “What about a lawyer?” I ask, starting to get annoyed with being in the presence of the smug man. “Lawyer. That’s funny. See their weapons are placed in lockup. We’ll write you a receipt.” He nods at Sharon, as I clench my fists, resisting the urge to sock him in the face. “I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.” Threatens Sam as a man walks past with his wings.
“You’ll be provided with an office, instead of a cell. Now, do me a favour, stay in it?” says Deputy Ross as he leads us towards wherever. “I don’t intend on going anywhere.” States T’challa. Natasha walks over, giving the three of us a look of disappointment. “For the record, this is what making things worse looks like.” “He’s alive.” states Steve as we enter the large, double doors.
Hearing the angry voice of Tony causes me to sigh. “No. Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup.” Says Stark, pacing back and forth while on the phone. “Try not to break anything while we fix this.” Warns the Russian, leaving us to our own devices.
“Consequences? You bet there’ll be consequences.” Tony says, assuring whoever he was on the phone with. “Obviously, you can quote me on that,” he looks me dead in the eye, because I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir.” He hangs up the phone, stopping in front of Steve, Sam, and I.
“Consequences?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “Secretary Ross wants all three of you prosecuted. Had to give him something.” Says the tired man. “I’m not getting that shield back, am I?” chimes in Steve, causing me to elbow him the side. “Technically, it’s the government’s property.” Informs Natasha, walking side by side with Tony. “Wings, guns, and knives, too” she adds with a smirk. “That’s cold.” Comments Sam, shaking his head. “Warmer than jail.” Shoots back Tony.
I leave the boys on their own, in search of the bathroom, my headache getting stronger. ‘How does he not remember me?’ I ask myself. ‘I mean, sure, he may not remember me from back then but what about a few years ago, I was there when we fought in New York, I’m sure he’d remembered Natasha at least, and Sam.’ My mental rant is interrupted by me walking into a glass wall. I step back, rubbing my forehead a bit and look around at my surroundings.
“Where the hell am I?” I ask myself, confused by my current location. Noticing a rather pale man with glasses and a little bit of stubble enter the room, relief floods my system ‘He looks important; therefore, he probably works here.’
“Excuse me? Sir?” I call out, causing him to jump. I snicker a little while walking over to him. “Hi, um, do you have any idea how to get back to the main area?” Flashing him my signature smile, I stop in front of him. He just stairs at me for a second, probably thinking ‘Who the hell is this strange woman?’, before nodding and motioning for me to follow him.
Trying to start up a conversation, I ask “So, do you have an important meeting or something?” Rather than responding verbally, he just nods. Again. ‘Well, you’re a strange fellow, aren’t you?’ For the rest of the way, we walk in silence, since Mr. Important Business doesn’t feel like talking. ‘Maybe he’s here for James’ I shudder, trying to send away the thoughts of what could possibly happen to him.
Making our way into the heavily crowded area, I send him a nod and a smile, he just reciprocates the nod. ‘It’s something at least.’ I turn around, felling a tap on my shoulder. “Get lost on your way to the bathroom?” laughs Sam. “There was a line.” I lie; the man already has enough dirt on me as is. “Oh really?” he says skeptically, “Then why were you walking with that guy?” I scoff, “Can two people not be in the same hallway at once?” “I mean, he seemed a little shady, Y/N” Sam points out, causing me to laugh. “Everyone seems shady to you, hun.”
I walk past him and over to Steve, who has been beckoning us into a room with glass walls. “What’s going on?” I ask, sensing the tension radiating of off Steve. “They’re about to start his psyche evaluation.” He says, motioning to the monitors outside of the room. Looking at the screens, I see James staring upwards, definitely not wanting to be here as much as any of us do, probably more.
Sharon walks in later, handing Sam a piece of paper. “The receipt for your gear.” He looks over it and starts to complain. “Bird costume? Come on.” Sharon slaps the back of one of the chairs and turns to him, saying “I didn’t write it.” I start to snicker, Steve giving me a look before returning his attention to the wall. Sharon presses a button, causing the screen to change to the one with James’ face.
“I’m not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions.” Says the accented voice of the psychologist. “Do you know where you are, James? I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.” Looking up at the man sitting across from him, James responds in a small voice, “My name is Bucky.” Sighing, I sit down in one of the chairs, placing my elbows on my knees and head in my hands. ‘This isn’t going to end well’ I think, feeling the uneasiness in my stomach bubbling like boiling water.
“Why would the task force release the photo to being with?” Speaks up Steve, placing down the photo of “James” at the bombing. “Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” guesses Sharon, stress evident in her features. “Right. It’s a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.” States Steve. “Are you suggesting someone framed him?” I ask, looking over at the tall blonde. “Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.” Chimes Sam, attempting to be the voice of reason. “We didn’t bomb the UN. That turns a lot of heads.-“ Steve is cut off by Sharon saying, “Yeah, but that doesn’t guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would.” We all look back at the single monitor in our room, a feeling of dread washing over us. “Yeah.” Confirms Steve.
“Tell me, Bucky. You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you?” Standing up, I come to stand in front of Steve and stare at the monitor. ‘That’s Mr. Important Business.’ “I don’t wanna talk about it.” “You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don’t worry. We only have to talk about one.” Taking in a sharp breath, my whole-body tenses. ‘What are you up to?’ Suddenly the power goes out, the red emergency lights flashing on. We all exchange looks before Sharon says “Sub-level five, East Wing.”
With that Steve, Sam, and I bolt out of the conference room. ‘James, oh, James, please be okay.’ Was currently repeating in my head like a mantra. As we run down an empty hallway, we see all different kinds of personnel, hopefully, knocked out on the floor. “Help me, help.” Looking towards the source of the voice, I pause as Steve walks towards him.
“Get up.” He commands, in his semi-captain voice. Grabbing him by the collar, Steve slams him against the wall. “Who are you? What do you want?” He questions. “To see an empire fall.”
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Cutie Honey Manga Guide (70′s)
A complete guide to the various Cutie Honey manga published in 1973 to coincide with the original animated TV series. Each manga is listed by magazine publication and artist.
Shonen Champion - Go Nagai (October 1973 to April 1974)
You could consider this the “original manga” since it was written and drawn by original creator Go Nagai. Released in English by Seven Seas Entertainment. Italian, French, and Spanish editions have also been released.
Bouken Oh - Ken Ishikawa (October 1973 to April 1974)
One of two different Honey manga drawn by Ken Ishikawa. This version omits a lot of the characters from St. Chapel Academy, such as Natsuko and Hystler. Features two original villains: An old illusionist and Atomic Panther. Up until recently the Bouken Oh and Eiga TV Magazine versions were re-printed together as one story. The manga ends with Honey facing off against Zora’s top warriors, including Jill.
Nakayoshi - Yuu Okazaki (November 1973 to January 1974)
One of two Honey manga drawn by Yuu Okazaki. This version was strictly aimed for a young female audience. Although faithful to the TV series, stories were a bit contrasting, focusing more on comedy and Honey's school life. Missing characters from the TV Magazine version such as Panther Zora, Junpei, and Danbei appear. Although there is a "final chapter" it does not conclude the story.
TV Magazine - Yuu Okazaki (October 1973 to February 1974)
Essentially an abridged adaptation of the TV series. Even the dialogue is word-for-word. The characters follow Go Nagai's original designs except for Dr. Kisaragi. Halfway through the series Jill and Honey Kisaragi’s designs were altered. Danbei, Junpei, and Panther Zora do not appear at all. This comic was canceled due to the 1973 oil crisis and ends with the destruction of St. Chapel Academy.
TV Land - Masatoshi Nakajima (November 1973 to April 1974)
While based on the TV series, Nakajima’s adaptation has enough originality to shine on its own. Aside from Honey and Jill, all secondary characters are reduced to smaller roles. Each chapter runs at about 5-7 pages. Panther Zora is absent, making Jill the true leader of Panther Claw.
The earliest (and arguably only) adaptation where Honey completely defeats Panther Claw and avenges her father’s death. Features an original villain: Black Magic Panther. Never released outside of the original publication but most of the chapters are archived at the National Diet Library.
Eiga TV Magazine - Ken Ishikawa (November 1973 to February 1974)
Features some differences from the Bouken Oh version. This manga uses Go Nagai’s design for Honey’s father. The first, second and last chapters were unavailable for decades after the original serial. Unlike the Bouken Oh version, this manga does not have a proper conclusion. The last chapter centers around Honey facing against a mysterious assassin dressed in armor.
Tanoshii Youchien - Yoshiko Suganuma (November 1973 to February 1974)
Drawn in color, usually running at a few pages, this version was aimed towards young girls. Doesn’t exactly have a story line and is essentially a promo for the TV series. Most chapters center around holidays. The last chapter has Honey and friends celebrating setsubun. Amusingly, in this manga Honey faces off against Panther Zora twice.
Never released outside of the original publication, which makes it extremely difficult to find.
Otomodachi - Chizuko Beppu (November 1973 to April 1974)
Much like Suganuma’s version, this manga was also done in color, short in length and aimed towards young girls. Stories are typically comedic, with Honey usually making her enemies cry instead of slaughtering them. There are some amusing discrepancies in the first chapter, such as Sister Jill being referred to as “Fire Claw” and Honey transforming by yelling “Honey Change!”
Never released outside of the original publication, making it extremely rare and sought after.
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My copy of Cutie Honey Tears finally came in the mail, and I just got done watching it. As the trailers strongly suggest, it’s a very different take on Cutie Honey. If you’re looking for crazy fight scenes, wacky monsters, boobs, or any typical Honey perverted-ness, you’re watching the wrong movie.
(And no, Honey does not shoot pool in the movie)
Spoilers Below
I do appreciate the more serious take on Honey, and I’m happy we’ve seem to have broken away from the “Sailor Moon clone” that was presented in the early 2000′s versions. Honey’s different here, but not in the same way she’s different in Re: Cutie Honey or the Live TV series. Like in all versions, Honey cares a lot about the people around here, and will do anything to protect them. She isn’t given a lot of chances in this film to be her fun and mischievous self.
The only returning characters from the original story are Honey (of course), Seiji, Dr. Kisaragi, and arguably Sister Jill. “Arguably”, because Jill is drastically different here. Despite what you may see on the internet, her name is simply “Jill”. Obviously, she’s based off “Sister Jill”, but very loosely so. As in Re: Cutie Honey, Jill was another A.I. created by Dr. Kisaragi. She acts as Honey’s nemesis, but the parallels end there. Panther Claw doesn’t exist in this story.
Also, Honey’s name isn’t even “Honey” here. It’s Kisaragi Hitomi. She’s referred to as “Cutie Honey” once, by Jill. Hitomi was originally Dr. Kisaragi’s daughter who died at a young age when she was hit by a car. Her memory was implanted in the android “Cutie Honey”. She doesn’t have any of her weapons from the previous versions, and she doesn’t even yell “Honey Flash” to transform. If that wasn’t disappointing enough, the original Cutie Honey theme plays in a 15 second scene.
There are a few minor throwbacks to earlier versions of Honey. I feel like they mostly drew inspiration from the 1994 New Cutey Honey OVA. The climax of the film re-enacts the scene where Honey’s father speaks to her from beyond the grave in the form of an android from the original anime and manga (in the movie it’s as a hologram).
The actors are all great. I think Mariya does a great job with Honey, certainly much better than Eriko Sato. She’s very pretty, and it was neat seeing her in various costumes (though I wish there had been more). She was really great with emotional scenes, which was something both Eriko Sato and Mikie Hara were terrible at.
Takahiro Miura really sells Seiji as this compassionate, but still really clumsy hero. He reminds me of a less irrational Flash Seiji. He’s also really cute, which I appreciated, haha. Though, Shouma Yamamoto is still my favorite live action Seiji. Nicole Ishida plays Jill as cold, and inhumane as you could imagine. Also, kudos to the casting director for finding a guy who is the spitting image of Dr. Kisaragi in the original anime.
The movie also features Eric Jacobsen, one of the many random American-born celebrities that’s made a name for himself in Japan. His appearance in the film is a little... uh, strange? I really hope when I’m older I can land a gig in a Cutie Honey production. Oh, and of course Go Nagai has a cameo. Not as hilarious as his cameo in the 2004 movie, but still fun.
Unlike the 2004 film, “Tears” seems to have a huge Hollywood budget. The special effects are amazing. The city (which I remember reading is nearly all CGI) looks remarkable.
There are only a couple of funny scenes in the film. My favorite was when Hitomi is avoiding Jill’s minions at a party. She transforms into a man and kisses a random woman. She looks to the screen, smiles, and walks away, with the woman is kind of left looking like “what??”. I laughed out loud.
I guess the movie isn’t that bad. It’s just very un-Cutie Honey.
There is one thing that drove me insane; and that’s the ending. They flat out ripped off the climax to Rintaro’s Metropolis. So you can probably piece together how this film ends. The closing shot in both Tears and Metropolis is also identical. My jaw was on the ground. Did they really think nobody would notice?
I believe I mentioned this in another post, but Cutie Honey Tears is one of the titles effected by the avex contraband. Miraculously I was able to pre-order it off Yesasia without any problems. The BD comes with a bonus disc that has a making of featurette, and nothing else. Apparently CDJapan was giving out free posters, but they won’t import to the US. Tears is set to have a German release soon, so hopefully a US one will follow.
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