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bethbluebell · 1 month

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purpose [ d.dixon ] part 2

daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary; a last minute decision to scavenge a hospital may have sounded like the worst idea in the apocalypse, and it was. But it also gave you the opportunity to help a certain archer and his people - and in this world, that was everything

parts; 1 , 2 (3 part ongoing series)

It had been at least a week since you had risked your life for Daryl. You hoped that the medicine helped and that it was enough. He wasn’t clear on how many were sick but he must have been desperate, desperate enough to venture into that death trap of a hospital and then proceeding to follow a stranger into the woods.

To be fair, you weren’t much of a threat to the naked eye but you could’ve had numbers. It was quite heroic how he risked his life for his people, you only assumed they weren’t blood related due him not referring to them as family.

You were currently fixing up the little cabin you found. It wasn’t exactly spacious but it’s not like you were planning to have any house parties. The only problem was food. Crops took time to grow and yes, you had some canned food but it wasn’t going to last forever.

Maybe it would have been the easier option to continue the way you were, aimlessly walking on foot and praying that you’ll find somewhere safe to sleep before nightfall.

You had now moved onto the door. It had the capability to shut which was the important thing but it was slightly slanted, so when it was shut there were gaps due to it not being fitted onto the hinges correctly – or it was knocked off the hinges, most likely that.

You wiped the sweat from your brow as you hammered the last nail into the door of the cabin. The wood was old and weathered, which helped muffle the sound to an extent. With a satisfied nod, you stepped back to admire your handiwork, a faint smile touching your lips.

Just as you was about to turn away, a rustling in the bushes nearby caught your attention. Instinctively, your hand went to the knife at your belt, but before you could react, a familiar voice called out.

"Hey," said Daryl, emerging from the shadows holding a small bundle of vegetables in a basket. "Got something for ya."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you quickly relaxed your grip on the knife. "Daryl," you greeted, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "What brings you all the way out here?"

Daryl shrugged, offering you the bundle of vegetables. "Just wanted to say thanks for helpin' out back there. The medicine you gave us made a real difference."

You accepted the gift gratefully, your fingers brushed against his as you took the basket, warmth spreading through your veins at the contact. “It was the least I could do," you replied. "I'm just glad I could help."

You glanced up from the bag of vegetables and finally had the chance to really look at him. He was one of the few good people you had met in a long time and he piqued your interest in more ways than one.

His hair was a dark brown, grown out to a medium length with strands falling haphazardly around his face. It suited him, along with the crossbow slung across his back. He still sported that sleeveless vest which you appreciated even more due to the tattered angel wings on the back.

“Yeah, well… reckon I owe ya,” He muttered, his gaze flickering to the ground beneath his feet.

Silence settled between you, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of the world around you. Daryl seemed hesitant, as if he knew he couldn’t stay, couldn’t afford to let his guard down for even a moment. You hoped that in time you’d be able to develop a friendship with him. Saying you were lonely was a understatement but it’s not as if you were willing to fully trust him either, not yet.

You had experienced the worst of people, at times you just accepted that this is the way the world is now. That is why you decided to try and survive solely by yourself, it was easier in many ways but it also made your will to survive dwindle bit by bit. Daryl was like the light at the end of a dark, suffocating tunnel. It made all of this shit worth it – knowing you were the opposite of what this world was trying to mould you to be and that there were other people like that looking out for each other.

Sure, you weren’t saints but your weren’t using it as an excuse to become a crappy person either.

“I came here for another reason too,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, curiosity sparking in your eyes, “What is it?”

Daryl took a deep breath, steeling himself for your reaction, “My group… we could use someone like you. Tough, resourceful… you’ve earned your place.”

Your gaze softened as you considered his words. It made your heart flutter, that you made such an impact that they even considered letting you join them. “I really appreciate the offer, Daryl. But I’ll have to think about it.” It wasn’t that you didn’t want to join, it’s just you’ve gotten so use to being independent that the thought of joining such a tightknit group made you nervous. What if you didn’t meet their expectations and just became another mouth to feed? You had been in that situation before and it just made you recoil from the idea of possibly experiencing that again. But maybe your mind will change with time, it wasn’t like you were giving him a definite ‘no’.

Daryl nodded, understanding the weight of your decision. “Take your time. Think it over. But if ya ever need help, we’re at the prison. Just look for us.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze, “Same here. If you ever find yourself in trouble, don’t hesitate to come find me.”

With a final nod, Daryl turned to leave, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts. As you tuned back to your cabin, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you – not just for the vegetables in your hand, but for the unexpected kindness of a stranger in a world where such things were all too rare.

It had been a couple of weeks since Daryl offered you a place at the prison. You were expecting that to be end of his visits but he checked up on you every 2-3 days. You actually began to look forward to his little visits, it gave you a sense of normality – something you desperately craved after everything.

It was nice to know that if you were ever in a tight spot, you had somewhere to go to. Kind people that you didn’t have to question. As the days passed, you found yourself opening up to him in ways you never thought possible. You share stories of your past, your dreams, your fears and he listens with a quiet understanding that speaks volumes.

He would assist you in building up the cabin, assuring you that he doesn’t mind. He was a lot better at it that you, which wasn’t a surprise but the company was what you treasured most.

And as you opened up to him he gradually began to open up to you, including encounters with a place called Woodbury and the loss of his brother amidst it all.

You recall the moment vividly, sitting in silence beside Daryl, your knees almost touching as you lean in to catch every word. Daryl had said that he wanted to go after this ‘Governor’ but his duty held him back as his group relied on him. That’s when you were shocked to find out they had a baby in their group.

A living, breathing, healthy baby girl. A chuckle escaped your lips at Daryl’s endearing nickname for her, ‘little ass kicker.’ It was adorable.

That was the evening where it started pouring it down with rain. Daryl insisted on returning to the prison but you were not having it. It was getting dark and he didn’t exactly have thick clothing on. The last thing Daryl’s group needed was him getting sick.

You offered him the sofa that was situated beside your bed. Your bed was only small, it couldn’t exactly hold two people and you don’t think Daryl would’ve been comfortable with that anyway.

You pretty much talked all night, ranging from light-hearted banter that evolved into topics more serious. You eventually fell asleep and when you woke up Daryl was gone. While you half-expected it, the lingering sense of loneliness weighed heavily on you. You couldn’t help the rush of excitement as you woke up hoping he would still be there.

You were currently scrubbing your spare pair of clothes just outside the cabin. You decided to take advantage of the sun considering it was perfect weather for drying clothes – if only you had a washing line.

Maybe Daryl could help DIY one?

It seemed like a nice day but something felt off. You hadn’t seen even one walker today and it was nearly noon, whether they wandered towards your cabin by chance or were alerted by some noise you were making, you always had to kill at least one or two by now, and that was on a good day.

You draped the shirt over the large bucket and stood up, twisting your body to look around the cabin. There was nothing, not even a rustle in the bushes. You turned to go inside and pick up a piece of fruit, just putting it down to you being overly paranoid. But suddenly, the stillness is shattered by the sharp report of gunfire echoing through the trees.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you freeze, your senses on high alert. It didn’t sound close but that didn’t mean you weren’t concerned. Plus, it didn’t sound like one gun went off, it was multiple.

You strain to listen, your ears attuned to every sound, every rustle of leaves that might signal approaching danger. The gunfire continues, each shot sending a jolt of fear coursing through your body. You walk further out from your cabin and your heart plummeted when you realised what direction the gunfire was coming from.

That’s the direction Daryl comes from, the direction to the prison. What if some bad people found them? The cool breeze sends a shiver down your spine as the gunshots grow louder, guiding you towards their source like a beacon. You had to help, Daryl’s people have looked after you, gifting you with fruit and vegetables, even clothes. You quickly checked that your gun was holstered on your hip and followed the noise of the gunfire.

You crouch behind the sturdy trunk of a towering oak tree, the rough bark pressing against your back as you peer through the foliage towards the direction of the prison. Your heart races with a mixture of fear and adrenaline as you contemplate what might be happening at the prison. You remember Daryl’s words, spoken during one of his visits about a man called the governor – maybe he’s came back as a twisted way of revenge?

Without a second thought you grip your gun and steel yourself for what lies ahead. Your little cabin in the woods may be your sanctuary, but you refuse to sit idly by while others are in danger.

As you draw closer to the prison, the sounds of chaos grow louder, the stench of smoke and blood thickening in the air. Finally, you reach the edge of the clearing surrounding the prison, and what you see takes your breath away. The once formidable fences lie in ruins, breached by – when you look closer… a tank? There’s a fucking tank sat inside the fences of the prison.

You can see figures move amidst the wreckage, locked in a desperate struggle for survival. You watch in horror as walkers shamble through the breach, their decaying bodies preying on the survivors with relentless hunger. But it’s not the dead that pose a threat – groups of armed individuals clash with one another, there was no way you would be able to differentiate between Daryl’s group and the attackers.

How could you possibly help without being killed in the process? You know you should turn back and flee to the safety of your cabin. But something within you refuses to let fear dictate your actions. They needed help, and if that puts you in danger, so be it. You were in constant danger ever since the dead started to walk. With a deep breath, you step forward, your grip tightening on your gun as you sike yourself up for the fight ahead.

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tinkabelle24 · 1 month

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To Build a Home

Chapter 4: Show Yourself

A/N: If the chapter title didn't give me away, I listened to Idina Menzel's "Show Yourself" a lot whilst writing this chapter. Ahh, the memories... 🥰😅

TW! No trigger warnings.

Masterlist / Chapter 3

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Raph waited for Val to turn and shut the door, then silently slipped through the open window.

As one would expect, she freaked out.

The woman shrieked, grasping at the doorknob for support. It took a moment for her to realise who it was she was looking at, then fear quickly morphed into an odd combination of relief and anger.

"You're an ass."

She was upset. Understood. He did leave her hanging.

"Sorry," Raph replied sheepishly. A few more moments passed where neither said a thing. This was beyond awkward. Their relationship already felt so...is intimate the word? Yet they've never had an actual conversation.

The terrapin glanced about the apartment. It was old, with outdated appliances and thin, scratchy carpet. Yet it was immaculately clean; not a stain, speck of dust, or clutter of any kind to be found. In fact, she'd barely any possessions at all. Just a sofa bed, set of drawers, dining table and chairs. The only items that provided him any clues to her character were several small dishes on the kitchen counter, containing sprouted kitchen scraps, and a self-portrait with two younger, similar-looking individuals (siblings?) atop the drawer.

Raph noticed the scarf and pocketknife scattered at his feet and scooped them up. She approached him to retrieve the items, before setting them down neatly on the dining table.

He then noticed the lit candle, emanating a pleasant vanilla scent, and the single birthday card sitting next to it on the table.

"Is it ya birthday?" He enquired, gesturing to the card. Val glanced behind her to where he was pointing.

"Yeah," she answered, turning back to him. "Twenty-three today. Well, if you wanna get technical, in about...what time is it? 10:27. So, thirty minutes."

"Oh." His estimation was way off. "You're older than ya look."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Val attempted a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. "I was convinced you weren't gonna show up..."

"Yeah," Raph murmured, now struggling to maintain eye contact. "I, uh... I didn't think I would either..."

She still looked so cold with her flushed face, blue lips, and ashen skin. She'd been out there for so long in nothing but a shirt and pants, waiting for him, for him not to show up.

He felt ashamed.

"Were you watching me?" Her dark eyes burned into his. "While I was up there?"

The terrapin took a long, unsteady breath. "Y-yeah..." he finally answered. He saw the exact moment her face fell.

He'd hurt her.

This was such a shit idea...

She turned her gaze away from him, expression indeterminable. He expected her to snap and yell at him to leave or something in that vein, but she didn't.

She faced him again and asked, "What made you change your mind?"

What did make him change his mind? His emotions ruling over any logical thinking, as usual. Leo was going to have a field-day watching him suffer in the Hashi.

In all seriousness, he honestly couldn't pinpoint what pushed him to see her. Guilt? Intrigue? A yearning for connection? Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be able to give her a straight answer on that.

"I dunno," he answered earnestly, shrugging his shoulders. "It just... happened, I guess..."

Val simply nodded. She was so difficult to read in that moment; it was disconcerting...

"I-I do know though that I owe ya big for helping me that night. I woulda died if it weren't for you..."

Raph could see her steely expression soften as her gaze fell on his bandaged shoulder. Admittedly, he felt a little self-conscious under her scrutiny. It'd been weeks since he trained, so he'd lost a fair amount of muscle mass. He felt weak, and oddly exposed.

Donnie was prepared to make him wait another fortnight, citing 'wound dehiscence' or some shit like that, but he was having no more of it. He wasn't about to spend another two weeks holed up inside, doing jack fucking shit.

"Did anyone tell ya what happened?"

"That you were jumped and shot."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"What happened there - to your head?"

"Bullet skimmed the top of it."

Val's eyes grew wide. "Jesus...!” She gasped. “You're lucky they didn't blow your head off."

"Yeah..."

Raph was still miffed about how things transpired that night. He could try to justify it all he wanted but, at the end of the day, he ended up doing fuck all for anyone.

An innocent person still died and at least one of the perps is still at large. As a fun bonus, he inadvertently gave the Purple Motherfuckers a reason to target them.

All in all, a perfect fucking nightmare.

"Would you like some tea, or coffee?" Val gingerly asked, gesturing toward the kitchen. "I've got decaf, if caffeine isn't your thing. I love coffee, but I can't have any more than one regular one. It gives me the jitters..."

She rambles when she’s nervous. Cute.

"I can't, sorry... I've actually gotta head back to work."

"Oh, okay." She sounded surprised; he couldn't blame her. "What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"

How do I positively describe vigilantism?

"Uh, well..." he began, wracking his brain for a suitable answer. "We... facilitate arrests, basically. Help the cops out a bit. The Feds also use us when they need help with bank heists and whathaveya; we're like their 'Ninja SWAT team', heh..."

The government knows about them, but most of the general public don't. They tried staying hidden, but acts committed by certain people (i.e., Mikey and himself... Okay, mostly him) forced them out into the open.

Cutting a long story short, they ended up collaborating with the NYPD to prevent an alien invasion, of all things. It felt validating for them to finally be acknowledged for their contributions to the city and as mentioned, an arrangement was made.

He could see the cogs in Val’s brain turning; she was trying to understand but was struggling to get there.

"It’s a lot," he reassured her, which seemed to put her at ease somewhat. The terrapin felt an abrupt buzzing sensation, and he stole a glance at his belt. His pager was going off. He had to leave.

"I don't have any more time to explain it to ya, unfortunately..." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder toward the fire escape. “I really need to get goin’...”

He turned to leave, but she stopped him.

"Well, would you have enough time over dinner?" She seemed almost frantic. "I didn't get the chance to say what I need to say to you. So...c-can I possibly convince you to meet me, one more time?"

"...I really shouldn't-"

“Look, I completely understand if you don’t wanna have anything else to do with one another... I just hope that that decision isn’t being influenced by what you saw that night. Because there’s so, so much more to me than that..."

Raph felt conflicted. Yes, that was part of it, but the main reason was that it was simply too risky.

The Turtles were comforted somewhat by the fact that their existing human friends have the means to defend themselves. Casey was a professional hockey player and street fighter, and April a Kunoichi. Two months ago, this woman could've been blown away by a slight breeze.

How could he, in good conscience, engage in a friendship with her when he knew she couldn't protect herself?

It would be irresponsible.

At the same time, she was insanely brave for risking her safety to help a stranger. Sadly, in their experience, most people would have just turned tail and ran. But she didn't. Even when he told her to leave, she stayed. She kept him safe when he couldn't defend himself and helped reunite him with his family. Her intervention saved his life, and such an act deserved recognition.

If another meeting with him was what she wanted, then he was prepared to do everything in his power to make that happen.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he finally answered. Val, who looked like she'd been holding her breath, finally relaxed.

“Thank you...”

“I can’t promise anythin’,” he added. “But I’ll try.”

The woman nodded.

Raph's pager buzzed, again, and he growled under his breath. If he made them wait any longer, they'd start tracking his location... If they weren't doing so already.

“Sorry, I’m keeping you...” Val stepped aside. “You can go, if you want... Thank you, Raph.”

Raph paused a moment, stunned by that not only did she know his name, but his nickname...

Mikey.

When the shock finally wore off, he acknowledged her briefly, before slipping out through the window and into the night.

The most difficult part was yet to come – convincing Leo.

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“Oh, how kind of you two to finally grace us with your presence!”

Here we go...

Trudging into the Lair, Raph and Mikey were immediately confronted by their incensed eldest brother. “Do you guys not know how to answer the damn phone?!” Leo exclaimed as he rose from his seat in the living room. “Where have you been – and don’t you dare lie, because I know exactly where.”

“Where were we then, Leo?” Straightening his posture and distending his plastron, Raph attempted physically discouraging Leo, to which the leader in blue responded by matching his brother’s offensive stance.

Leo’s scowl deepened. “Don’t start with me, Raph,” He growled. “Why were you at that girl’s apartment?”

“We were just dropping off the stuff she left behind,” Mikey insisted, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“And that takes twenty minutes, does it?”

“Hang on – how'd ya know it was her apartment?” Raph demanded. The red-banded terrapin turned to Donnie, who immediately averted his gaze. Quickly realising what they'd done, he fixed his gaze on his eldest brother, who was still loudly expressing his disappointment.

“You’re unbelievable...” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe this! You, of all people... Where’s the honour in invadin’ someone’s privacy, Leo?? And ya got Don to do the dirty work for ya... You’re a goddamn hypocrite!”

“I had my reasons,” Leo replied curtly.

“Oh, really? Pray tell.”

“I'll do anything and everything in my power to protect this family, Raph. Unlike you-”

“She’s harmless!”

“How would you know?” The leader challenged. “You didn’t even know her name; we had to tell you that. Unless there’s something you aren’t telling us, you know the least about her out of the four of us.”

The red-banded terrapin growled in exasperation. All three of his brothers were looking at him now, waiting for him to respond. The jig was up.

“Fine,” he relented. “Yeah, there is somethin’. I have met her before. Briefly.”

Leo eyed him suspiciously. “When, and how?”

He doesn’t need to know the finer details...

“When - the night I watched Tyler; the ‘how’ ain’t my business to tell.”

“That makes zero sense.”

“That’s what I told him!” Mikey blurted. Raph shot him a sharp look.

“Ya wanna know so badly,” the red-banded terrapin returned his gaze to his eldest brother, words dripping with disgust. “Instead of creepin' around on her public record, talk to her. She wants a meeting – more specifically, with me.”

Raph paused a moment to compose himself. He had to try to appeal to Leo’s better nature, otherwise this argument was going to continue in circles.

“Listen,” he began, voice even now. “This girl needs some closure; I think the least we can do is give her that. Doncha think?”

Masterlist / Chapter 5

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x oc #oc val scott #tmnt 2007 #raph x oc #raphael x oc #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt fanfic #tmnt oc #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt fanfiction #to build a home

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trixree · 10 months

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Re: My Fanfic & Commissions

I have to come clean gang... I made a big massive stinking fucking oopsie.

Last summer, I took on a 25k word fanfic commission that I still haven't finished because my life exploded on me and just would not stop exploding on me. A masters degree, two dearly missed deceased pets, multiple major medical emergencies, and one move later, I have the space to be a Human Person again with Hobbies, hence my return to tumblr and to fandom spaces.

My thoughts at this time are as follows: I fucked up with this commission. I did not complete it as promised. I am going to finish it by the end of this month. By golly, I fucking will. Not only do I WANT to finish it because I think it slaps, but I owe it to the commissioner to follow the fuck through. And going forward, I don't think I should be taking big commissions again. My health and my life are too unpredictable and it isn't fair to you folks to jerk ya around to the silly little jester tune of my failing corpse.

I considered just saying blanket that I won't be taking commissions at all ever again, but honestly? I'm currently unemployed and disabled. Writing is one of the few skills I've got. So I wanted to solicit yall for your thoughts:

(Also feel free to make any other suggestions in the replies)

Something else I'm hoping to do within the next week or so here is to go through the backlog of comments on existing fics (about 700 or so since I last checked). Thank you immensely to anyone who has commented on my shit in the past year. While I haven't been in a place to really read your comments without feeling like a fraud in absolutely every way imaginable, each one of them is very important to me and I love you all dearly for leaving them.

To that commissioner last year - I messaged you on Discord with the existing draft - I owe you such a big apology. I hope the eventual product will be at least partially worth the wait! For others: it's a One Piece non-traditional soulmate dreamsharing AU, Luffy/Zoro/Sanji, rated E. Keep your peepers peeled for it!

#trixree speaks #my fic #feel free to reblog/circulate this post #one piece fanfic #clone wars fanfic #my writing #tumblr polls

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raidenssblog · 2 years

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How they react to you dying

Characters: tanjiro, Zenitsu, inosuke, genya ←you are here.

Pronouns: gender neutral

Genre: angst

Warnings: death, blood, body parts seperated, gore, throwing up, crying. Not proff read. Super long sorry.

Summary: how genya reacts to you dying while in a mission.

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Type of person to not believe it but still believe it at the same time.

Needs some sort of evidence to really let it sink in

Blames himself for wasting time throughout the day and hates that he wasn't there for you while you died

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Your legs pushed you to the spot where a demon was recently sighted. You were asked to go seems that it wasn't too important for a hashira to go, but you were nearly as strong as one.

Slowing down when you approached the place. 'Seems fine to me' you thought in confusion.

This place was spose to be deserted but all the lamps were lit and lights in in the houses.

But the place seemed.....off to you. Walking up a small set of steps and quietly knocking in a door. "Hello? Is anyone here"

You waited for a few seconds before a lady opened the door. She looked off.

Not that anything anything was intensely off about her, but she just didn't look right. Almost like she wasn't.... Well, human.

"yes?" You were snapped out of you daze as you looked at the female.

"I- hello. I was just wondering if I could have a quick word with you. It's something about the missing people around here. I just wanted to know if you knew anything" you said and finished off with a smile.

"people going missing? Well I have noticed less and less people around so maybe" she replied opening the door gesturing to come in.

'Don't do it! Don't go in! Something's not right here!' a small voice kept chanting but you pushed it back off as nerves.

"well please take a seat" she said pointing to a seat. Once you took a seat she began talking again, but you smelt a strong metallic scent. 'blood'

"well I have see some kids go missing after they entered a house a lady owes. But I never really saw them go out" she said breathing in deeply.

Your hand reached for you sword and rested there. "Do you know what house it was?" You questioned, voice wobbling a bit. "yes, yes I do." She said. A small smirk plastered on her shifting figure. "This one!"

She turned around and jumped at you. Before you could even pull it out she had already stabbed into you.

All energy left your body instantly. You felt your legs and arms getting pulled, harder and harder and harder before they were riped off you body.

The door bursted open and the demon instantly forgotten about you, throwing you riped body to the side.

By now you had died from the injuries. Slowly you bled out. The last thing that had crossed your mind was your sweet, sweet boy. Genya

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"w-what?" Genya was on the verge of tears as giyuu told him about what had happened. "No. N-no they can't be gone!" Genya screamed at the shorted black haired man.

"I'm sorry but- here" giyuu said before passing his you haori and katana. That's what broke him.

Clutching the objects that once belonged to you close to his chest. Tears passed his eyes and his body shock rapidly.

How could you be gone? How? You were about to become a hashira for Christ sake! "This, this isn't fair. I lost everyone that I loved. My brother doesn't even acknowledge me anymore. You were ment to be safe. I was ment to protect you. Now look"

Genya stayed there for what felt like forever. Just, crying and sobbing. Why did he waste so much time.

A hand was place in his shoulder. It felt rough and awkward. He glanced up through blurry eyes and saw his brother.

"it'll be ok" that's all sanemi said before he walked way.

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Bye, this was way longer than I wanted it to be😭 anyway genya my lovely boy🏃🚶🧎. Bro I feel so bad for the guy :( anyway. Look after yourselves please. I love y'all all <3

-Raiden

#demon slayer #kny x you #agnst #reader insert #kny fanfic #genya demon slayer #genya shinazugawa #genya headcanons #demon slayer angst

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dietraumerei · 8 months

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Weekly Writing and Reading Update

Hello, being sick sucks!! So bad! I had a great time visiting my family and meeting my baby nephew, did not enjoy the germs I picked up on the way home.

(Technically today was the last day of isolation, but I am still testing positive and also while I feel VASTLY better I still don't wish to, like, actually go anywhere or do anything. I find tidying up very comforting, though, and I'm pleased I can do light chores again instead of just keeping myself and the cats alive.)

At least I got in binging the entirety of Lower Decks? I never binge-watch tv, but it is good to be back in the warm embrace of Star Trek, so to speak.

Writing

I'm also really happy that I'm well enough to write again! Mostly easy stuff, but I will probably have a lot of time on my hands, not just with the holiday but with not particularly wanting or being able to do jackshit else.

at the back of the holy temple, a duet for two voices - I have got a start on the next chapter, but as you can imagine this story takes a fair bit of thought and care so it will likely be another week to post the next chapter, my apologies! (I also owe...a lot of replies to comments, sorry!)

Miss Fell and Miss Crowley Go On Holiday I'm sure everyone remembers this extremely niche AU that was last updated in November of 2021. Anyway, I read it while I was travelling and really fell in love with it again and I'm slowly picking it back up! Never give up hope, folks! Whumptober 2023 - my FIFTH year of doing it!! I've already finished a few prompts, and it's as much fun as ever (and, needless to say, has already birthed a new AU I'm excited to write 60k-120k words about). I am hoping for my best year yet <3

Reading

ugh, I really miss being able to focus enough to read, hoping for that to come back soon :/ But before My Illness, I finished: Our Wives Under the Sea -- a friend said this was the best book she'd read all summer, and I think it's up there for me. It's haunting and weird and beautiful and sad and I loved it very much.

Painted Pomegranates and Needlepoint Rabbis: How Jews Craft Resilience and Create Community - hah, I just realized this was a gift from the friend who made the Our Wives rec! I've got a little theme of reading about how craft creates meaning in various communities/subcommunities, and this fits right in. It's definitely an academic text, but I found it extremely accessible. It doesn't present a very diverse portrait of Judaism -- which the author absolutely admits to and apologizes for -- but for what it is, it's a very interesting and valuable text, and I'm glad I read it and it's part of my collection now.

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Fixing the Mandalorian season 3: an outline rewrite

Now that the season is finished and I can see the whole picture...season 3 had a few issues. It had a lot of good moments and some great story potential, but I think it could have been executed a lot better.

So I’ve fixed it by making a few tweaks, rearranging some scenes, and letting this be two seasons rather than one. I am trying to use roughly the same resources and roughly the same plot beats as canon did while still having the spirit of the first two seasons.

One of my major goals is also to make sure each show is self-contained—aka, you do not have to have seen any other show other than the one you’re watching for things to make sense. (Although of course, if you have seen the other shows, you will know a lot more context.)

Also fair warning, this is staying platonic, but if you want to imagine more shippy details, feel free.

This might get a little long.

So. Let’s start with Book of Boba Fett.

BoBF: Din is not the main character, Boba Is

Grogu and Luke do not make an appearance at all.

Pretty much the entire storyline of BoBF needs fixing, but fixing Boba’s story is a different issue. This post is about fixing the Mandalorian, so I’m going to focus on the last couple episodes when Din appears.

Episode 5 (or 6, depending on how Boba’s story is fixed) opens in media res, action scene. Din is in the middle of killing/beating up a bunch of guys while on a bounty hunt. Din wins the fight, pushes forward, and…it is revealed that his bounty is a child who was kidnapped for ransom that Din has been hired to retrieve.

Optional: Shots during this part that parallel the very first episode of season 1.

Din reunites child with grateful rich parent/client. There’s a moment of Din looking at them longingly and it’s clear that Din is angsting over watching the parent/child reunion. The pain of losing Grogu is still relatively fresh.

After Din is paid, Fennec appears (in person or more likely via holocall).

There is a two-line exchange: Fennec asking how Din’s search for his people is going, Din replying it’s not going well and that he hasn’t found anything in weeks/months. Thus establishing two things: 1) Din is looking for other Mandalorians. 2) It has been weeks/months since the season 2 finale.

Fennec says Boba has a job for Din. Din says he owes Boba and he’ll do it for free.

All of the above takes up maybe the first five minutes of the episode at most.

This also works because it feeds Mandalorian fans while not requiring you to have seen the Mandalorian at all if you’re just here for the Boba Fett show.

If you’re watching BoBF in a vacuum, then it establishes all you really need to know: Din is a Mandalorian/has similar armor to Boba, is an ally of Boba’s, and is a very good fighter. It makes perfect sense Boba would call him for help.

From a business standpoint, this also still promotes the Mandalorian show. (“Hey, if you think this guy is cool, he already has his own show!”)

If you have seen the Mandalorian then you know the context of why Din is angsting over a parent/child reunion and you are having FEELINGS.

We next see Din on Tatooine and he is present for the BoBF finale as part of Boba’s crew.

Crucially, nothing of actual plot importance happens with Din. It is not required to watch BoBF to understand season 3 of the Mandalorian.

The focus of the show is on Boba, and Din is there to be a cameo/look cool/be Boba’s backup so we can have some cool side-by-side shots and give the Mandalorian fans a sliver of content without disrupting BoBF-only watchers’ experience.

The scene where Din says “I’m with you until we both fall” can stay, complete with sending the majordomo out with a fake notice of surrender. (Because that was great, and a good character moment for Boba.)

There is no Grogu appearing in the middle of the fight. Grogu is not even mentioned beyond the implication that Din misses him.

After the battle, we can either see Boba thank Din and then Din leaves to a quick little motif of his theme song. Or, because this is Boba’s show and Din is a side character, we might not even see Din leave. The focus might be more on other cast members.

New Mando s3: Din and Grogu

The theme: Din and Grogu reuniting, Din redeeming himself and rebuilding in the wake of season 2, the covert

Episode 1: Canon BoBF episode, where it should be

Canon BoBF ep 5, with a few differences.

The entire dramatic bounty-hunting/fight scene in the freezer is perfect, nothing changes. It also serves to tell the audience that Din’s having issues wielding the darksaber.

Din tracks down not only the Armorer and Paz, but there are some other survivors as well. Paz/somebody heals him from his darksaber accident.

Preferably that character is a new named Mando character who is basically the covert’s doctor/medic. Like they can fight but they actually specialize in combat medicine. (This is also a good opportunity for worldbuilding since we can go into a bit more detail on how they handle injuries. Do they all cauterize their wounds or was that just Din out in the field? How do they handle head injuries if they can’t remove their helmet??)

Optional: have a passing comment about how long it’s been since the fight with the Nevarro bounty guild, further establishing that some time has passed.

This is also a chance for a nice sprinkling of worldbuilding for what the covert is like, how Din interacts with other members, and what he misses about them.

Some members of the covert actually ask him why he removed his helmet, and there is some debate on whether his removal was acceptable as it was in service of a foundling.

This is a good chance to introduce a few more Mandalorian characters. They don’t have to be big/detailed roles, but it helps humanize the Mandos a bit to show that they aren’t all a monolith, and we can have some familiar faces/helmets in future episodes. (And now you have names to go with the Funko pop figures. Because this is Star Wars and Disney, and let’s face it a major part of the franchise is the merch. We gotta keep the studio execs happy and the investors rich or they’ll ax our show.)

Maybe Paz is the hothead of the group, or maybe his personality is pretty typical for the group. Maybe Din is unusually quiet/private compared to the rest of the group. Maybe one person is even more strict about the Creed than Din is. Maybe one just straight up does not speak in Basic/English and needs subtitles, implying that under the helmet they’re some species that physically can’t speak Basic/English. etc. Give us some characters.

Optional: a passing line to indicate that even though the audience is hearing English (or whatever Earth language) with no subtitles, the Mandalorians including Din are actually all speaking Mando’a and we’re getting a direct translation.

Anyway so they’re all debating whether Din is an apostate or not. The Armorer points out that the Creed is clear on removing the helmet, but she sounds deeply sorrowful/regretful about it.

Some members think Din is now an apostate. Others think that Din’s removal was justified.

Crucially, Din himself falls on the apostate side, and he believes he needs to be redeemed.

Optional: When the covert find out he has the darksaber, there is further debate on whether this redeems him or not. Din doesn’t think it does.

Like in canon, Paz challenges him for the darksaber. Din is not sure he wants to be leader, but he also isn’t willing to just hand it over.

Paz is like, if you don’t want it, why are you fighting so hard for it? And Din points out that losing a fight on purpose is Not the Way. Paz points out that he is an apostate. Din still refuses to give up without a fight. (Same fight from canon, with other Mandos watching, Din wins.)

Optional: At some point we meet Ragnar and learn that he is Paz’s foundling/apprentice. He is training to swear the Creed. Bonus points if Din angsts over that too.

When covert members ask about Grogu, Din reveals that he has coordinates for Grogu. (It can be left vague whether Din found them himself or Luke gave them to him off-screen) But Din has not visited Grogu because he doesn’t want to interfere with Grogu’s training.

Din decides he wants to go to Mandalore to bathe in the waters and redeem himself. The Armorer warns him that it is probably not possible since Mandalore was glassed, but Din is determined to try.

The covert wishes him luck. The Armorer decides to give him a gift: some chainmail for Grogu. (can be made from the spear or not.) Din protests that he has returned Grogu to his people and will not jeopardize his training. The Armorer replies that it is the child’s birthright as a Mandalorian foundling. Even if Din does not see the child again, then the chainmail will serve as a reminder of what Din sacrificed so much for.

The Armorer also gives Din a cool new weapon, possibly a new amban rifle or something similar.

Let’s face it, cool weapons are integral to his character's design, coolness factor, and marketability. Gotta have something to make new toys. If the spear is melted down, he’ll need a replacement cool weapon. Even if he keeps the spear, that means he has two cool melee weapons, the darksaber and the spear, and he needs a cool long-range weapon.

Din accepts the gifts.

The covert is discovered by bad guys (Imperials? Beskar hunters? a crime syndicate?), there is another action sequence while the Mandalorians fight off the intruders. Din assists the others in fighting the enemies off. (This is a good chance for further characterization and exploration of group dynamics. Does Din communicate well and fight in sync with his fellow covert members, or has his time away from the covert and his bounty hunting career made it so he tends to fight alone rather than working as a team?)

The Mandalorians win easily, because this is a chance to show off Mandalorian combat.

But because secrecy is their survival, the covert must now relocate.

Optional: a good father-son moment with Paz defending Ragnar. Bonus points if Din also sees Ragnar defend himself using something he learned in training earlier in the episode. (Because it reinforces to Din that training is important. He’s going to bring that up later.)

Din helps the covert acquire a ship to get off planet (possibly with some money he earned on his way here? Showing that he still thinks of himself as the covert's provider. Or maybe they steal one)

The Armorer asks if he wishes to join them. Din shakes his head, doesn’t believe himself to be worthy. He feels he does not belong with them and is an apostate.

The Mandalorians part ways, with the covert off to find a new location, while Din is left alone, watching them leave. (Visually, this shows him at rock bottom. He is an apostate. He has no ship, he has no covert, he has no child. It’s just him, alone in the universe.)

Optional end stinger: We see Grogu, meditating on a rock. He is concentrating for a moment, then his eyes open. He looks sad (and adorable). Possibly reaches out a hand, reminiscent of s1 ep1’s ending moment, but there is no Din there to take his finger.

Episode 2: Din and Grogu reunite

This episode has two plots: Din’s plot and Grogu’s. We switch between them.

Optional: No CGI Luke. I love that Mark Hamill got to come back, but CGI Luke is not good at emoting. It worked okay for the season 2 finale, because Luke was calm and not super emotionally involved, but by the time we get to season 3 we need him to be able to emote or he comes off as very flat. If necessary, we can use a little CGI to make a lookalike actor (Sebastian Stan? An unknown?) a little more Luke like. But remember Luke is a bit older, he doesn’t have to look exactly like he did in Return of the Jedi.

Screw it, maybe he has a beard now or something. He had a beard in the Last Jedi, and Disney wants us to use this season to prop up the sequels, right? Just look at that continuity! And that might make it easier for makeup/a touch of CGI to make the actor look more like Mark Hamill.

A Plot

We see a montage of Grogu and Luke training. Pretty much the canon scenes from canon BoBF ep 6. The seasons change on the planet they are on during the training montage to indicate the passage of time.

Grogu is doing well in his studies, but he is very easily distracted and almost always looks sad. It’s clear that he’s feeling very distracted/conflicted. Luke is concerned.

Optional: show that Grogu is not the only student being trained. He likes the other students, but it’s clear that he isn’t as focused as the others. (Maybe squeeze in a quick flashback to happy Grogu back in the Jedi creche with the other students to show the difference?)

B Plot

Switch to Din. Din’s plot is basically the non-covert parts of BoBF ep 5. Funny public transport sequence to Tatooine, the bundle of armor is shaped like Grogu’s head, Rodian child angst. Meets up with Pelli, gets N1. Pelli tells Din that fixing it would go faster if Din helped.

A Plot

Luke is concerned because Grogu is very gifted with the Force but it’s clear his feelings are conflicted. Luke meditates with Grogu, does the frog-lifting scene. Luke realizes that Grogu deeply misses Din, and Luke gently mentions that being a Jedi requires a lot more focus than Grogu is currently using.

Optional: Luke mentions he himself has struggled to find the balance between helping his friends and his Jedi training.

Luke consults Ahsoka by holocall or in person. (Possibly drop a hint at what Ahsoka’s doing. Looking for Ezra or fighting Thrawn or whatever she’s going to be doing in her show).

Ahsoka points out Grogu’s attachment to Din, which is why she didn’t train him in the first place.

Luke and Ahsoka have a discussion about Jedi philosophy and attachment. Ahsoka points out the Jedi did not maintain family attachments. Luke points out that he certainly is still maintaining contact with his family/friends.

Optional: Luke mentions he has found records of Jedi maintaining family relationships, anciently as well as recently. (Drop some KOTOR references?)

By the end of the discussion, they have clearly defined attachment/possessiveness for the audience. (Will this finally stop the endless discussion among fans about Anakin’s fall and whether the Jedi’s no-attachment rule caused it? Of course not, this is the Star Wars fandom lol.)

B Plot:

N1 repair montage.

Pelli modifies the back seat for Grogu, even though Din sadly points out that Grogu is not traveling with him anymore. Pelli’s like, “You want me to put a droid in there then?” Din, with possibly the first non-sad emotion we’ve seen him have this season, says no, absolutely not. Then Pelli’s like “So it’ll be for visits then!” Din is silent after that. He is clearly still sad.

There is a more in-depth conversation where Pelli wants more information about where Grogu is now and Din mentions that he of course misses Grogu, but he is sure that getting this training is the best thing for him and he made the right decision.

The repair montage might be shorter than or the same length as the original, depending on the runtime of the episode. (This episode will be on the longer side for a Mando episode. Maybe like an hour. Tbh you could probably stretch this out to two episodes if you really wanted.)

The N1 is finished. Din takes it out for a spin, sees the Rodian kid again, escapes from the space cops, plays out like the original BoBF ep 5 did.

After the test ride, he bids goodbye to Pelli and takes off to space.

In the N1 in space, Din has a quiet moment. Visual shots of space being huge and vast and beautiful, while Din’s ship is very small in comparison. While Din experienced a moment of happiness in rebuilding the N1, he is still very alone.

We see Din holding the armor bundle shaped like Grogu’s head and thinking. (This scene visually echoes the s1 ep3 scene where he contemplates the shifter knob and decides to rescue Grogu from the Imp compound instead of just leaving.)

After a moment of silent contemplation (and probably as the music builds), Din makes a decision. He jumps to hyperspace.

A Plot/B Plot:

Luke sits Grogu down and asks if Grogu would prefer to continue his Jedi training or to return to the Mandalorian. Luke points out that of course Grogu’s bond with Din is not a bad thing, but being a Jedi requires focus and commitment. The greater good and the Jedi code must come before all else. Luke also points out that a short time for Grogu is a long time for Din.

Luke would love to train Grogu to be a great Jedi, but he will respect whatever Grogu chooses.

Grogu chooses Din, and Luke accepts this decision.

Luke is just debating how they’re going to reach Din…when Din shows up!

Optional: still include the “Is that a bench?” scene with R2 lol.

Din is awkward and nervous and just wanted to stop by for a visit and give Grogu the armor, but Luke informs him of Grogu’s choice.

Din takes a bit of convincing, because after all he sacrificed a lot to get Grogu his training.

Luke mentions that Grogu has done well in his training, and although it is not finished, Grogu really does want to stay with Din.

Grogu does one of those delightfully ridiculous puppet baby flips into Din’s arms.

Father and son have a happy possibly tearful reunion.

Optional: we get another helmetless scene here with just Din and Grogu. (but probably not if Din hasn’t even adopted him yet)

Episode 3: Visit to Nevarro

Din visits Nevarro because Greef wants to give him a job offer, to stay and be a marshal since Cara is (fired) off doing New Republic things.

Din seriously considers the offer because it would provide stability for Grogu. He still wants to be redeemed, but going to Mandalore is a suicide mission and now he has the kid to think about.

Kind of s1ep4 vibes on Sorgan. Now that Din has left his covert, he has another chance to settle down, have a relatively normal life. We should have lots of moments either through framing/acting or maybe conversations with Greef that indicate that Din is thinking about taking the offer, but he’s reluctant to give up his desire to be redeemed. Grogu also clearly likes it here.

Optional: They can have a nice moment with the IG-11 statue like the canon s3 ep1 did, but there’s no reviving yet.

The pirate encounter occurs, but it’s a bit more extended and action-y and there are many more pirates—a scouting invasion.

After the climax of the episode and defeating the pirates, Greef and the Nevarro citizens are sifting through the pirates’ loot when they discover a green shard with Mandalorian writing on it. Din is shook.

Din interrogates a surviving captured pirate and discovers that they got it after raiding some exploration vessels in the Mandalore system. Din is ecstatic. Mandalore might be visitable, which means redemption is possible.

He declines Greef’s job offer, at least until after he is redeemed.

Episode 4: If we must include build up for the sequels, then fine. Have a fun pirate fight.

Din decides he needs a droid to measure the air readings on Mandalore, and IG-11 is that droid. The IG-11 terminator / Anzellan scenes play out like canon s3 ep1.

They leave Nevarro and are pursued by the pirates. (Can make this as long or as short as runtime allows, depending on how long the Pershing bit needs to be.)

Since this is the most flexible episode that doesn’t have as many important plot points, the Pershing story goes here as a B plot. If it has to be as long as it is due to executive demands, fine. Otherwise, condense it. A lot. The worldbuilding is great but the story itself really didn’t need to be that long. Make sure you drop hints about Gideon escaping and being alive.

Din and Grogu escape pirates.

Show the pirates on their ship. The captain mentions the mysterious employer who hired them is not going to be happy, and they’ll have to try again.

Episode 5: Getting R5 and having a fun filler adventure

Din and Grogu have a pit stop on Tatooine and have a fun action-y adventure involving Pelli and maybe a BoBF cast cameo or a fun new side character. Pelli gives Din R5 so he can test whether Mandalore is safe.

Din uses the darksaber in a fight at some point. He’s still struggling with it a bit, but he has gotten a bit better.

Grogu shows off his powers. Din is impressed and very proud of him.

Depending on how the runtime works out, either the end of this episode or the beginning of next episode is the bit from the original s3 ep1 where Din visits Bo-Katan on her depression throne and gets directions to the mines of Mandalore.

Episode 6: The Mines of Mandalore Revamped

This episode basically follows the original beats of s3 ep2. Grogu map lesson, Din captured, Grogu gets Bo-Katan, Bo-Katan saves Din, Grogu is powerful, Din is redeemed.

But we’re going to use this opportunity to flesh out some Mandalore backstory/history. Bo is a returning side character in this episode, but we need to flesh her out a bit more for next season.

I do want to make a bit more of a deal about Din setting foot on Mandalore for the first time. Like a shot of his boot landing on the ground and a slow pan on his helmet looking around at the barren landscape or a comment to Grogu or something. It’d take like five seconds.

Bo-Katan is still Creed-agnostic/atheist but clearly does respect Din even if she thinks his Creed is kind of dumb.

After Din wakes up post-barbecue-rescue, he points out that Bo-Katan beat the trap monster that captured him, so does she want the Darksaber? Bo-Katan bitterly says no, she can’t take it, because it has to be won in battle and whatever other reasons. The story’s not good enough—because it’s not so much about the sword itself, per se, but how you got it.

When Bo talks about her father she also mentions her sister. We’re not going to go into a whole crash course on who Satine is, because you should be able to watch this show without watching TCW. But a little mention would be nice. (Even if it’s just point to some random destroyed structure and be like “That was constructed under my sister’s rule.”)

Mention of her family can segue into a bare-bones outline of history so that TCW isn’t required viewing for context. We don’t need a detailed breakdown of pacifism/New Mandos vs Death Watch and can keep this all fairly vague. But we have to establish a couple things.

Bo fought in the Mandalorian Civil Wars, and she did a lot of shady things she now regrets. (What exactly the shady things were can be left as vague as Disney requires, because I have a feeling partly why canon Bo didn’t get to talk about this much is because Disney didn’t want a protagonist with a villainous past.)

Bo had a sister who once ruled Mandalore, but thanks to Bo and her shady actions, the sister was killed. (Yeah, it was a lot more complicated than that, but this shows that in the intervening years Bo has reflected upon her actions in TCW and regrets a lot of it and at least partly blames herself for Satine’s death. Part of her redemption arc.)

Bo concludes if the Mandalorians, including herself, hadn’t been so busy fighting over what divided them, they might have been ready for the Empire when it came, and Mandalore might not have been destroyed.

Optional: When Bo’s talking about things she regrets, Din says something about how he can relate to that because he’s also done things he regrets (like turning in Grogu or whatever he was doing with Ran’s group). Bo’s like, is that why you’re so determined to be redeemed? Because you regret taking your helmet off? And Din’s like, I don’t regret that. (because it was for Grogu)

Optional: Also, the more parallels we can fit between Din being redeemed with Mandalore being redeemed, the better. Din’s getting a new start, and so will Mandalore (and Bo)

Din recites the Creed and goes in the water. Make it more clear whether Din fell in or was pulled. I prefer pulled, but either is fine.

Optional: Bo-Katan sees the Mythosaur, but Din does not. Bo-Katan is shook. She does have a moment where Din asks if she still plans to reunite Mandalore and is she sure she doesn’t want the darksaber and she vagues at Din “...I will have to find another way.” While looking at the water. Clearly talking about the Mythosaur, but Din is oblivious since he didn’t see the Mythosaur.

Din and Bo-Katan part ways as friends. Din tells Bo-Katan he is in her debt and owes her one. The Kryze castle is not destroyed…(yet).

Episode 7: Reunion with the Covert

Din and Grogu return to the covert. Basically the original s3 ep4 with a couple differences.

Ragnar’s Creed ceremony, the giant crocodile, and Din’s dramatic entrance from the canon s3 ep1 is moved here.

Bring in the concept of the foundling/apprentice ranking here. The Armorer addresses Ragnar as “Apprentice Ragnar” during the ceremony, implying that swearing the Creed is akin to a graduation ceremony going from apprentice to full Mandalorian.

Din is welcomed back to the covert with open arms, and Grogu is introduced to the other Mandos. Everyone is really happy for Din and excited when he says Mandalore is not exactly habitable, but also not completely inhabitable.

Grogu’s training scene versus Ragnar stays. Din is the one who helps Grogu put on the little dart shooter. Din calls Grogu his ward, but we’re going to elaborate on why Grogu isn’t his son officially yet. When Ragnar asks why Grogu doesn’t wear a helmet, Din says he can’t talk and is too young to swear the Creed and become an apprentice, so he is still a foundling. This makes it a little clearer why Grogu isn’t officially Din’s son, and adds some Mando worldbuilding.

Optional: Ragnar is referred to as “Paz Ragnar” or something to establish the naming convention. (Unless Djarin truly is his given name. But I’m ignoring it. He’s always Din to me.) “Apprentice Paz Ragnar” in the ceremony?

Ragnar is still captured by the shriek hawk, but this is the first time this has happened. Shriek hawk might have attacked before, but it’s never carried off a child. (Literally all you have to do is just cut the line "it always gets away" or replace it with “it got away” because really??)

Paz chases after shriek hawk, jet pack runs out of fuel, but fortunately Din/other Mandalorians bring the bigger Mandalorian ship, pick him up. (And give him more jetpack fuel.)

They all immediately go to fight the shriek-hawk at its nest, fight goes down like it did in canon and Din saves Ragnar. Paz is grateful.

They still bring in the baby shriek-hawks because lol. Maybe drop the foundling joke though since it made it sound like they were sentient.

Grogu still gets his rondlet and processes his Order 66 trauma. Ahmed Best still saves him in a flashback.

Also, fit in as many small moments of Paz/other Mandos character development as possible. By the end of this episode we should have at least a character sketch for a few other Mandos besides Paz and the Armorer.

End stinger: Pirates attack Nevarro, Greef sends out distress signal, tries to contact New Republic.

Teva gets message, Zeb cameo

Episode 8: Defending Nevarro

Basically the original s3 ep5, but bigger and better.

Teva goes to New Republic, they turn him down.

Teva tracks R5-D4, shows up at the Mandalorians’ compound.

Din and covert peeved, Din negotiates.

Din wants to help Greef, and also remembers Greef offered him a protection gig/land. Realizes this will solve the issue of being constantly attacked by wildlife.

The group meeting/holding the speaking hammer scene.

Din points out that Greef offered him a tract of land, and that sounds a lot better than a place where giant creatures almost eat their foundlings. Basically his canon speech.

Mandalorians go to Nevarro, wipe out the pirates in as much glorious carnage as Disney will let us get away with. These action sequences take up a third to a half of the episode.

Optional: Mandos ride the baby shriek hawks in battle. (The babies are trying their best, but they haven’t quite gotten the hang of it yet, for some comic relief.)

Optional: Din uses the darksaber. He has gotten a lot better at wielding it. (Because he believes in himself and what he’s doing now.)

Pirates are defeated, Nevarro is grateful, Mandalorians take up new job as protectors of Nevarro.

End stinger: Teva ship scene, Gideon escaped, there’s beskar on the ship oh no!

Switch to Gideon looking menacing and accepting a holocall from the lead pirate. Reveal that Gideon hired pirates. Pirates tell Gideon they failed to take Nevarro and they’re mad that Gideon didn’t tell them the planet was defended by Mandalorians. Gideon furious, stalks off from holocall dramatically, pan out a bit and we get a glimpse of the facility/beskar troopers/Gideon clones.

Season 4: Bo-Katan and Mandalore (but Din and Grogu are still the main characters)

Mostly about Bo-Katan, darksaber drama, reuniting Mandalorians. Gideon is main antagonist. Din is still the main character most of the time, but occasionally Bo takes over to further the main plotline.

Episode 1: Bo-Katan enters the chat

loosely based on canon s3ep3

We open with Bo-Katan in her childhood home. (possibly still on her depression throne lol but it’d also probably be good to see what she does with herself all day). Bonus points if there’s some kind of family portrait in the background that features Bo, Satine, and their parents. (and/or the theoretical third sister that birthed Korkie lol).

Optional: Have a moment where Bo actually looks at the painting wistfully to indicate where her head’s at.

She gets an alert of invading ships, takes off in her own ship to fight them. An action scene of dogfighting ships ensues.

They bomb/destroy her castle.

Furious, Bo-Katan chases after them, but realizes they are based on Mandalore and their forces are huge.

Reluctantly, very frustrated, decides to retreat.

We switch to Nevarro. Establishing shots. Nevarro is thriving even more than the last time we saw it. Trade is bustling, more infrastructure. Mandalorians roam the street freely. Some are patrolling / being security, others are just there to shop/chill/socialize. Relationships are friendly.

Last establishing shot zeroes in on the Mandalorian land. Also busy and thriving. Children are playing in the sunlight…including Grogu. :)

When I say playing, I mean they’re totally sparring with and beating the crap out of each other because they’re Mandalorian kids.

Grogu has also gotten a lot better in combat, and despite being tiny the other kids respect him as an equal. Grogu is thriving and seems much more at home than he did with the Jedi kids at Luke’s school.

Optional: Grogu and Ragnar are rivals/besties.

Camera moves over to Din and Greef chatting about a growing threat. A larger group such as the Crimson Dawn / a new original crime syndicate is considering making a move on Nevarro since Nevarro is becoming even more of a wealthy trade hub and insists on maintaining its independence from the New Republic given how badly the NR failed them last time.

Optional: the new syndicate is somehow led by Hondo Ohnaka, because that would be hilarious (although that also has the potential to ruin tension if not handled well.)

Din is a little concerned that if the enemy syndicate makes a move, they have enough numbers to possibly overwhelm the Mandalorians.

They are interrupted by an alert of a rapidly approaching invading spaceship that isn’t following landing protocol.

Din and other Mandalorians jetpack off and/or rush to ships (yes, they have multiple ships now. More signs of growth.) to shoot it down, but Din gets a call from Bo-Katan. She’s the one in the ship, she’s homeless, there’s tons of bad guys on Mandalore, and she has nowhere else to go since her forces abandoned her and Din is her last friend.

(It’s not weird that she knows where Din/Mandalorians are. It’s public knowledge they’re on Nevarro.)

They let her land in Mandalorian territory. Her ship is badly damaged. (Maybe we see some Mando mechanics swarm to fix it!)

On Bo-Katan’s ship, we see Bo-Katan pause and think for a moment. She dons her helmet before disembarking to talk to the Mandos. (Din might comment on this later, and Bo-Katan says she thought it would help her case and get them to trust her. Din says that was probably a good idea.)

The Armorer points out that she’s not really a true follower of the Way, but because she saved Din’s life last season she is welcome to live among them.

From there the episode pivots to a slice-of-Mandalorian-life story. Bo-Katan, with Din as a guide since he’s the only one she’s sort of friends with, realizes that the covert she dismissed as a cult is actually not that bad.

They accepted her, in contrast to the forces that “melted away.”

At the start of the episode, the other covert members are passive-aggressive against Bo-Katan since she is an apostate. By the end of the episode, as Bo-Katan grows to appreciate the covert’s ways, they grow to appreciate her and her ways. Mutual respect!

She notices that Din is not even the leader of his group despite owning the darksaber and Din reinforces that he and his people could not care less about the fancy sword. Honor and loyalty are more important.

Optional: Since Din is friends with Greef he is basically the group’s diplomat (and/or military leader?) while the Armorer is social/political/religious leader. Din defers to her.

More Mandalorian worldbuilding. Have some of the Mando characters we met last season interact with Bo and/or Din so they are fleshed out a bit more.

Optional: Paz Vizsla and Bo interaction. Do they have beef? Do they get along? Idk I just want Bo to react to seeing a Vizsla and vice versa

Bo-Katan has more large-scale military experience than anyone in the covert does, so she ends up contributing some ideas to better defend Nevarro against the enemy syndicate.

Grogu gets another piece of armor (vambrace?). Din is very proud of Grogu. We should get lots of little cute father-son moments threaded through the episode.

Optional: The Armorer is starting to sketch out some helmet concepts for Grogu

Optional: Grogu is clearly going to start talking soon, tries to say “This is the Way” when everybody else says it.

The enemy syndicate attacks. Partly thanks to Bo-Katan’s contributions, the Mandalorians successfully fight them off despite being vastly outnumbered.

Optional: bonus points if Grogu uses the Force to help somehow. More bonus points if Ragnar is also helping defend a bit.

Optional: Okay but what if they tasked Grogu (and maybe Ragnar) with defending the younger foundlings while the adults fight the syndicate? Because that would be cute and potentially hilarious. (Ragnar carefully and perfectly fights/shoots enemies. Grogu just yeets them.)

After syndicate is defeated, Bo-Katan feels great. She has actually used her talents for good. She laments if only other Mandalorians could reunite and take back their planet as well as they defended Nevarro.

Like canon, the Armorer notes Bo-Katan needs a repair and they go off in private. Bo-Katan confides she saw a mythosaur. Armorer and Bo-Katan have their “take off your helmet” scene. It’s less weird because it was always clear that Bo-Katan was wearing the helmet more out of a nicety than a belief. The Armorer tells her she has walked both worlds, and seeing the mythosaur likely signals a new age for Mandalore.

The Armorer believes that Bo’s goal of taking back Mandalore, especially now that they know the planet isn’t deadly, is worthwhile. Reuniting with other Mandalorians sounds like a good idea (especially since she and the rest of the covert now see that Bo is not the traitorous apostate they thought her and other outsiders to be).

The whole helmetless walk is the same as canon, but at the end of it, Din asks Bo if she wants the darksaber for her quest.

Bo-Katan very much wants the darksaber, but she can’t accept. (This is practically a running joke by this point.)

Well since Din has the darksaber, does she want him to help her in her mission? Din does owe her a favor since she saved his life. (And Din lives for side quests to help his friends.)

Bo-Katan accepts.

I do see that this episode runs the risk of being a little repetitive from the new s3 finale. To differentiate, this episode’s fights should be more aerial/dogfight based since they have more ships. Also a great opportunity to show off some cool new ship models, now at a toy store near you.)

Episode 2: Din and Bo vs Axe

basically the canon s3ep 6. Was it silly? Yes. But I liked it fine, and I’m here for major plot beats. This whole show has been built on fun filler-y adventures.

Maybe clarify what the heck Christopher Lloyd’s motive was though.

Anyway at the end of the episode Bo confronts Axe Woves. Axe says his whole thing about Din not being Mandalorian and not having a drop of Mandalorian blood in his veins.

Bo-Katan defends Din same as canon

Optional: Maybe also says that Din is far more Mandalorian than Axe is.

Din challenges Axe to a duel. Axe laughs and is like, you’re not Mandalorian, you can’t challenge me to a formal duel.

Optional: Din lights up the darksaber, but Bo stops him.

Bo-Katan says, fine, then since you’re too much of a coward to fight him I challenge you on his behalf.

Axe accepts.

Din offers her the darksaber for the fight, but Bo-Katan turns him down.

Optional: “I don’t need that thing to take this insert Star Wars slur here down.”

Bo-Katan wipes the floor with Axe.

Then one of two options:

Option A: Din hands Bo Katan the darksaber with the same weak excuse as in canon (but since we’ve seen him repeatedly trying his best to get rid of it, this isn’t out of nowhere.)

Option B: Din mildly says to the whole group that he has the darksaber and he thinks Bo-Katan’s pretty great actually. And if they really need the darksaber to convince them of leadership, then that makes him their leader as the owner of the darksaber, and he’s putting Bo-Katan as his second in command so listen to her.

The other Mandalorians (possibly a little reluctantly) are now on Bo-Katan’s side, as is their giant fleet.

Episode 3A: Side Quest Shenanigans

a fun adventure-y episode where Din+Grogu go on a side quest in order to track down a third Mandalorian group. (Or a flex episode if the runtime for one of the others goes too long and needs to be split)

Optional: Bonus points for going to a planet we’ve never seen before

Optional: Bonus points for introducing fun new one-off side characters

Optional: Bonus points for introducing new alien species

Optional: Bonus points for another space whale cameo

Din succeeds in his quest and gets coordinates for the Mandalorian group.

Episode 3B: It’s flashback time

Kind of a bottle episode with Din, Grogu, and some young Din flashbacks.

A third Mando group has made contact. Bo-Katan’s busy doing leader-y things / organizing the fleet so she’s sending Din to go meet them, and Din of course is bringing Grogu.

Another reason why Bo is sending Din specifically is that he has been to Mandalore and can attest that the planet is relatively habitable.

Optional: Yet another reason is because this third group possibly fought with her before and they don’t really trust her. Din’s going to be her hype man.

flashbacks reveal more about Din’s upbringing. Lots of worldbuilding. Probably a lot of TCW references. And addresses Din’s trainer (father?) and explains a bit more why Din has not formally adopted Grogu yet.

Weave those flashbacks in with Din and Grogu having nice parallel moments

Young Din also fulfills Din’s face reveal quota for the season lol.

End of the episode is them taking off to get the other group.

Episode 4: More Mandos

Din confronts third group of Mandos.

Optional: Bonus points if some Wrens are in the new Mandalorian group. (Probably not Sabine sadly, since she’s probably doing stuff on the Ahsoka show.)

Optional: Bonus points if any other familiar names/characters are included in the new Mandalorian group. Also a good chance for KOTOR easter eggs.

Another good chance for worldbuilding! How is this group similar/different from the two main groups (covert and Axe Woves’ group) that we’ve seen so far?

Din helps them with whatever the problem of the week is.

Din convinces the third group of Mandalorians to join them on Nevarro and take back Mandalore. (It helps that he’s actually been there. He should include that in his speech.)

Grogu continues to be adorable and powerful. Bonus points if he plays with or hangs out with this covert’s kids.

Optional: B plot where Bo does something leader-y.

Episode 5: So many Mandos

Mandos prepare for war. In order to take back Mandalore, all gathered groups of Mandalorians will need to work together.

Optional: Word has spread through the galaxy, and more Mandos have joined them.

The Mandos have amassed a giant fleet but they still need more ships.

Bo-Katan leads Mandos (including Din) to forcefully take ships from the new crime syndicate. We see Bo actually doing a good job of leading the team.

Optional: More quick background bits of characterization for the named Mandos, especially Paz.

After the mission is over and the ships are obtained, Din gives Bo his loyalty speech from canon s3ep7. If Din didn’t give her the darksaber in episode 2, he gives it to her now, and she finally accepts.

Please fit in as many adorable Grogu training montages as possible.

At some point, Din can say goodbye to Greef, and Greef gives him a droid with the yes/no buttons for Grogu.

Optional: The droid is not IG-11, because not enough of IG-11 survived in the first place. So a different kind of droid. I’m thinking something like a BB-8 type model or hollowed-out mind probe droid. It’d basically be a souped-up version of his orb cradle. Granted neither of those models have voice boxes..

Optional: Din informs Greef that most of the Mandos are about to leave, but they’ll leave a group behind to fulfill their defense contract. (Or they’re just leaving/saying goodbye. Now that the syndicate is defeated Nevarro shouldn’t have any major problems.) Greef tells Din to tell Bo that Nevarro and Mandalore officially have an alliance.

Episode 6: Scouting Mandalore

The plot of this episode is putting together a team and then going on a scout mission to figure out who is actually on Mandalore and how many there are. Basically an expanded first half of canon s3 ep7.

Personalities clash, old history is brought up (but somewhat glossed over. Enough that people who have seen TCW/Rebels know what they’re talking about, but a Mandalorian-only watcher still gets the general gist.)

Like canon we do need Grogu to come along for plot reasons, but it doesn’t make a lot of sense for Din to bring him on this incredibly dangerous mission, so we’re going to tweak the scene a bit.

Nobody’s volunteering for the scouting mission, so Din volunteers himself. Then Grogu makes a noise (or stands droid up and pushes the Yes button) indicating he volunteers as well. Din does a panicked double-take.

Axe immediately volunteers next, because he’s not about to be shown up by a not-even-blood-Mandalorian’s not-even-blood-Mandalorian baby. Then Paz volunteers, because he’s not about to be shown up by Axe. Then more people volunteer.

The scout team is a mix from each Mandalorian group. All (or most) of the covert characters we’ve met are on the team.

Din and Grogu have a moment where Din’s like, well you volunteered and you’re partly why everyone else agreed to come, so I guess you’re coming. But be very very very careful.

Back to canon, the scouting mission lands on Mandalore and finds the survivors.

More Mandalore backstory from the survivors. (What happened on Mandalore during/right after the bombing?)

Option A: Part of why the survivors have survived is because after the initial bombings they surrendered/worked for the Empire (out of necessity for survival, to protect their kids, etc.) This causes a lot of outrage from the other groups, especially the third group who probably fought with Bo in Rebels. Bo-Katan admits she has done a lot of wrong things in her past, but she wants to make up for it. And it seems like these survivors do too.

Option B: The survivors are heavily implied to be former New Mandalorians. Which causes a lot of tension between the Armorer/covert and survivors. Bonus points if there’s a line like “Concordia? So you were exiled?”

Either way, it’s about to come to blows. Grogu gets his peacekeeping moment. (If Din says “He didn’t learn that from me,” Bo says “I doubt that.” Or Din just doesn’t say that at all. Like I’m guessing they were trying to imply that’s Grogu’s Jedi training kicking in, but come on, we’ve seen Din be a peacekeeper multiple times.)

Bo-Katan gives her Mandalorians are stronger together speech. She, the Armorer, and the leaders of the other two groups manage to maintain peace.

Since Disney seems to refuse to let the Mandos speak Mandoa, this will have to be in English/Basic. But in in Legends and the Mandoa dictionary, there’s this concept of cin vhetin, or clean slate. It means once you become Mandalorian, you leave your past behind and start fresh and are only judged on what you do from that point onward.

Bo brings up this concept in her speech to the other Mandos. Says something along the lines of, we have all had our differences but in the end we are all Mandalorian. From this point on, we are as one faction, not many.

Also going to add a little addition. “You’ve trained your apprentice well.” “He’s not an apprentice yet.” “Seriously? You’re letting a foundling go on this mission?” Bo giving Din some serious side-eye. Din says nothing but is visibly stressed. Bonus points if it’s somehow mentioned that Din could totally stop him from going on the mission if he was Grogu’s parent. Also, this further illustrates the ranked system and that Din hasn’t adopted Grogu.

By the end of the episode, Mandalorians are united.

Episode 7: The Battle of Mandalore, Part I (Second half of canon s3ep7.)

Pretty much goes like canon, with a little more fleshed out since we have more time. The previous episodes should have done enough work that everything has much more of an emotional impact.

The Armorer bringing the survivors back to the fleet is now a nice character moment that shows the formerly fighting groups are united.

Now when Paz dies, it’s going to feel a lot more meaningful because we’ve built up his character more. (And I do think he should die. As much as I love him, he got the best final stand scene ever and it raised the stakes nicely.)

One tweak though is have Bo’s discussion with Paz about how he should escape with them comes before all the other Mandos have climbed out of the hole. That way it’s more clear that Paz’s sacrifice bought them all enough time to escape.

Din is still captured, we see more of Grogu’s reaction

Optional: Gideon takes off the helmet while Din is captured. I am so happy for Din that it stayed on, but it almost seems out of character to me that Gideon didn’t touch it or any of his armor. It would have been an easy, perfect way to demoralize Din and the other Mandos. Also I know you apparently somehow disabled the weapons in his vambraces but wouldn’t it be easier to just remove the vambraces?? Honestly though the fight scenes are so good I’m cool with overlooking this

Episode 8: The Battle of Mandalore of Mandalore, Part II

canon s3 ep8, pretty much untouched except for a few added shots of the Mando characters we have names for.

I realize the Volume has some limitations, but if we could add a little CGI or a practical effect to make it look like there’s thousands of Mandos gathered around the Forge, that would be great.

Din actually says the word “son” at some point after the adoption.

Now hopefully everything in this episode lands a lot better and has more emotional impact.

#mandalorian #the mandalorian #mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #spoilers #star wars #the mandalorian season 3 fix #phew #me realizing i basically just wrote a fanfic lol

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Mass Angst (Pt 2)

Mass had been moved in with New York for quite some time. About a few weeks to be precise. He got a job lined up for him at the pizza place that New York worked at as a Delivery Driver. Once he got the "Out of State" license + license plate situations out of the way, things seemed to be looking up for him... Until he discovered something horrific. One day, Mass was looking for his paycheck in his bank account. He knew he already paid New York for his first month of rent so it may look a bit low right now, but he'd pick himself back up. Mass was initially at about $9,400 at the moment, but he knew he was getting a paycheck of at least $200, so that would help bring the total up...

Account Balance: $4,700

Shit. SHIT. No way in Hell was that right! Mass had paid rent recently, but he knew he didn't give New York THAT much money. He looked for anything to clarify some sort of answer, then got his bank statement up. His account withdrew $4,700 this morning...

Mass's chest got tight and his vision became tunneled. The world around him felt like it was spinning and he didn't know what he could do to stop it. He just screamed for help, thinking he was about to die. Luckily, New York was just getting home from a quick work meeting. He rushed to Mass's aid, picking him up off the floor and asking what was wrong. Mass explained the situation, emphasizing that he had no clue how the money disappeared like that. New York thought for a moment, then his face went pale white.

"Mass. That withdrawal. Does it say where it went or anything? See if you can check the info on the transaction" New York asked. Mass checks it as told, and his face too goes a pale white.

"My parents... My parents took my fucking money" Mass said, his chest still tight.

New York sighed loudly, grabbing a cold glass of water for Mass to grip onto and drink from and sat next to him. New York took him through some guided breathing exercises and grounding skill type ones to bring Mass down from his anxiety. Mass eventually calmed down, looking all around the room. He was now angry more than anything, trying to decipher why his parents would make such a bold decision... Rent. Mass remembered that his parents said that if he didn't pay rent, then he didn't really have use for being in the house. Thing is, they actually went to a friend who was a lawyer to draft up that contract. But Mass didn't remember the clause that he had to pay them rent being included anywhere in that contract... He pulled up a copy of it that his parents gave him and read it over dozens of times. Nope. Nothing about owing them rent.

"So they just stole money from me? It's my OWN bank account, isn't that illegal? Couldn't I sue them?" Mass asked angrily.

"Probably for identity theft or something. I'd ask if you could get that money back first" New York stated.

"Fair. I'll start there" Mass replied, grabbing his phone to make the call.

About 3 hours of explanations and transfers later, Mass was told that he could expect the money back into his account in a matter of 5-7 business days. He had another panic attack just before he attempted to contact his parents, to which New York helped him relax. After all that madness & to rub a little salt in the wound, Mass took a screenshot of the email his bank sent him regarding the claim, and sent it to his parents. "Nice try, fuckers" Mass wrote. His parents basically had nothing left. They were backed into a corner as Mass demanded an explanation.

"Look, you turned 18 before your High School graduation. It was only fair that you paid us some rent to help us out. We calculated the average cost of rent in our town for a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment. It costed about $2,350 a month. So that's what you owed us. For not doing chores and not going to work" his dad stated.

"But NOWHERE in that contract did it state that I owed you rent, or did I have to go to school and to work at the same time while under that 4 month temporary housing situation-"

"It was implied" his dad interrupted.

"That is not legally binding. You had the contract drafted up by a lawyer" Mass replied.

His parents were stuttering and stammering, looking for any legal loophole, but Mass was right. And they knew it. Mass drew up something else for them after that phone call: Another contract. New York had a friend who's dad was a lawyer, so they all drafted up a contract for Mass's parents. It basically demanded that they hand him over the money, as well as paying New York 3 months rent. They signed in agreement, handing over $1,350 to Mass.

"I already have the bank claiming that money you stole from me, as you saw. So, after the $1,350 processes, I won't be saying anything more to you. I'm cutting yous off" Mass stated.

"Fine. So be it" his parents both said.

All of this was done over phone calls and emails, and now it was finally over. Mass could breathe normally again and stop being so antsy & on edge all the time.

-----------------------TimeSkip: A Few Months Later------------------

Mass and New York had been living peacefully with no other issues for a while. Mass always paid rent on time and was doing really well in his job. He was even promoted to Assistant Manager overtime, and New York was replacing the manager who had worked there for years, because he was retiring. He was a family friend of New York's and offered him the job. New York graciously accepted and was to start the managerial duties soon.

The two ran the pizza place fairly well together and it was a beloved spot by all those who visited. However, what no one else knew or expected? New York developing feelings for Mass. They had been around each other so often and seemed to share almost everything in common. So, it made sense for New York in his mind to ask Mass out.

Mass... Denied New York.

"I'm sorry. I just think that with you being both my manager and my roommate that it sets up a weird dynamic. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm Ace anyway" Mass replied.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm sorry if I made things weird now" New York apologized.

"Oh no way, dude. It just meant that you liked me enough to try going up the next level, if you will. I'm flattered, but I don't think I'd be able to satisfy your needs. Also, yeah. The whole relationship dynamic we've already got is nice. I'd like to just stay friends" Mass insisted.

"Okay. I appreciate you being honest with me rather than being like 'Oh, let's see where this goes', only for it to go absolutely nowhere" New York said, scratching the back of his neck.

Mass insisted that he could never do that to New York and that they were close enough friends that he didn't want anything like that to happen to him. He was protective of his friend, for sure. However, Mass knew someone that may be a good fit for New York. Mass showed New York someone's Instagram and NY was hooked... California. He looked like a sweet boy, and New York immediately went to follow California's Instagram and DM him.

Speaking of being Asexual, Mass was sure that his parents would be disappointed in him for this too. Implying that he would be "broken" for not following status quo and giving them grandchildren. Mass sighed as he twirled a pen around in his hand, looking at numbers for the pizza place. After a while, Mass looked up at his Asexual flag themed tapestry and just traced a line in the air with his finger over it. He was still unsure of his own sexuality, things wavering around and he felt... Incomplete. Mass knew he was right about rejecting New York, because it could lead to muddied and complex feelings & whatnot. Instead though, he wanted to try his hand at romance with someone else. Although... Guy? Girl? Both? Neither? He had no clue.

Mass Angst, Part 1: ( Here )

Mass Angst, Part 3: ( Here )

#wttt #welcome to the table #angst #wttt massachusetts #wttt fanfic

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles and a Little More "Touch Me" Chapter 5

Demetri Alexopoulos x reader

Summary: a very self-indulgent fic of what it would be like to date Demetri as Robby's sibling/Johnny's kid.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Masterlist

You knew you should've told Demetri who you really were, who your dad and brother were. But you just couldn't find the time. Ever since he asked you who your brother was that one time, it never came up again, and that's the original reason you never said anything.

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Everyone was happy to be back at school. Well maybe not everyone , but most people for sure. Over the last couple of days, your father had convinced you and Robby to move in with him. You weren't too thrilled but your mom was out of town again, and Robby wanted you to be there with him, so you went.

You also weren't thrilled that your dad insisted on driving you to school. You were just lucky Demetri usually parked in the back parking lot, so you could avoid any questions for now.

As soon as the car was stopped in front of the school, you dashed out the door yelling a quick “Bye, see you later!” over your shoulder and ducking into the school.

“What was that about?” your dad asked Robby.

“I don't know…” he says thoughtfully, “probably just misses their boyfriend,” he shrugs.

“They have a boyfriend?” Your dad protests.

“Yeah, uh, it doesn't really matter,” Robby stated.

“Yeah you're right,” he sighs, “Alright, you better go,” he tells the younger boy.

“Thanks for driving me, dad,” Robby replies, getting out of the car.

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You were sitting in first period, Demetri by your side, as you listened to the announcements blabber on, when suddenly, “what are you doing! ow!” sounded over the PA, a ringing sound following it.

“Samatha Larusso, you know what you did, and now you're gonna pay for it, I’m coming for you, bitch!”

When the bell rang and you left the class, you could practically feel the anticipation in the halls, everyone knowing what was coming next. You and Demetri follow Sam down the hallway, knowing you'll probably need to be there to back her up.

“I know you kissed Miguel,” Tory says, venom laced in her voice.

“I-I uh” Sma couldn't even get a response out before Tory was throwing the first punch. The fight seemed pretty fair, so you didn't butt into help at first. But then Robby comes rushing down the hall, getting in between the two girls. When Miguel sees this, he takes it the wrong way and attacks Robby, you gasp. Suddenly you realize what’s about to happen. A full-out brawl.

“Demetri.” You turn to your boyfriend, a seriousness in your voice he's never heard before, “Run.”

He instantly understands what you mean, and takes off down the hall, saying something about getting help, you're not sure because Aisha is pushed into you, sending her into a fury.

You fight with Aisha for what feels like forever, the two of you being almost a perfect match for one another. You finally land a decent blow to her head, knocking her down. When you looked up, you realized that no one was fighting around you, but you could still hear it in the distance. Suddenly worry flooded your system as you thought of Demetri who had run that way earlier. You ran towards the sounds of fighting. You get to the foyer just in time to see Hawk grab Demetri’s shoulder, landing a few blows on him afterward. You're about to step in, when, surprisingly, your boyfriend fights back. He catches Hawk off guard and lands a kick to his face, sending him flying into a trophy case. You run to his side.

“Are you okay?” the two of you ask in unison. You both laughed as you embraced, confirming you were both fine.

“Nice kick,” you said, kissing your boyfriend sweetly.

He pulled away and smiled back at you, about to say something when a guttural scream rang out through the school, “Miguel!”

You ran to the stairwell, where people were gathered en masse.

You gasped as you hung on to Demetri’s arm tightly.

Miguel had been one of your close friends before the whole Cobra Kai/Miyagi-do thing.

“Robby, what did you do?” Sam looked up, you following her gaze to see your brother at the top of the balcony looking shocked.

And then, he turned and ran. You knew what that meant. You and Robby had had a system for if something ever happened and one of you needed to disappear. You knew he'd be okay and you knew exactly where he'd go.

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For the next week, your dad wouldn't stop calling you. You had been expelled from school so he even showed up at your mom's apartment a few times. He was worried about Robby, and he couldn't understand why you weren't. This constant communication between you two caused some suspicion among the Cobra Kai boys, then they figured it out... you were also his kid.

“Ohhh this is rich! Wait til Sensei Lawrence finds out that pussy Demetri has been bangin his kid! He’s gonna lose it!” Hawk chuckled darkly upon finding this information. So then a plan gets set in motion. Operation get-back-at-Miyagi-do-for-hurting-Miguel (and also Demetri for making fun of Hawk).

Exactly a week after Robby disappeared you went to the library a few towns over. You walked straight to the Greek section and knelt down to the copy of The Satyricon that you knew rested on the bottom shelf. You pulled it out, flicking through the pages until a note caught your eye, you pulled out the sheet of paper and read it over quickly.

I’m okay, and I’m safe, it read, and that's all you needed to hear. You grabbed the note, put the book back in its place, and walked to the door, dropping the note in the recycling on your way out.

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okay, we have to end this now. It’s a text from Sam, you are laying on Demetri’s couch, head in his lap, when the two of you receive the group message. You look at your boyfriend, hesitation in his eyes. But he nods at you nonetheless, and you send the text.

when and where?

You arrive at Golf N Stuff, and you're ready to end all this. Ready to fight, and tired of all of Cobra Kai’s taunting and belittling. One of the guys turns the lights off while the rest of you enter the abandoned building, ready to fight.

“What do you want?” Hawk asks harshly.

“Payback,” Sam says. You hop into action, sending punches and kicks toward the Cobra Kai boys. You're good, and Demetri watches from the sidelines, occasionally kicking a stomach because he knows you're good. He knows because he spends most of his time at the dojo watching you, instead of practicing for himself. You take out more guys than anyone else, moving expertly through the room. You're just about to land a good hit on Hawk when BAM!

A wave of pain rushes through your skull and you're knocked out.

You wake to the sound of screaming. A board lies next to you, and the Cobras stand over a body to your right.

“Ow! Damnit! Ow! Fuck!” you shoot up when you realize that that's not just anybody, that's Demetri . You get up just as the Cobras are leaving, Hawk lingering back, and for once you think you see regret in his eyes, but you don't have time to think about it as you're diving for your boyfriend.

“Oh my god, are you okay? Wait that's a dumb question, of course, you're not!” you ramble to Demetri as he lies there in pain, “Sam!” you get up and look around for the girl “I'll be right back De, I’m gonna find Sam.”

“Sam?” You find her huddled in a corner crying, “Sam? Are you alright? I think they broke Demetri’s arm, we gotta take him to the hospital, can you help?” She nods slowly at you, getting to her feet.

“Help him get up maybe? I’m gonna go make sure one else is seriously injured,” you ask Sam and she walks off to Demetri.

You find the others and thankfully they're fine, aside from a few cuts and bruises. So you head back to the entrance where Sam and Demetri are waiting for you.

You and Sam wait at the hospital for a couple of hours after they admitted Demetri, but Sam had left with her mom by the time you're finally allowed in to see him.

“Hey babe,” you say softly kissing him on the forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Well, the drugs help a lot” you laugh lightly at his response.

“Should you call your parents?” you ask.

“Oh shit, yeah” he starts rummaging around for his phone in his pocket. You wait outside as he calls his parents, only re-entering when you hear the soft “see you soon.”

“Will you wait with me?” he asks bashfully when you waltz back in.

“Of course,” you say, grabbing his hand and sitting down in the chair next to him.

“DEMETRI!” a dark-haired woman yells as she rushed into the room, taking your boyfriend's face into her hands, “Oh my god! I can't believe this happened! Are you alright now?” she asked after giving kisses all over his face.

“Mooommm,” Demetri whined, pushing his mom off of him. A man, presumably Demetri's dad, stood behind his mom, hand on her shoulder.

She gasps, “and you must be Y/N! Demetri never stops talking about you!” she rushes over to you on the other side of the bed as you giggle and Demetri blushes, a weak complaint squeaking out of his mouth. She crushes you in a hug “Thank god you were there! Who knows what would've happened if you weren't!” and you suddenly felt guilty, because while your boyfriend was getting his arm snapped in half, you were knocked out on the ground and you should've been there to help him

“Yeah,” you say weakly, looking at Demetri with sad eyes.

“Either way it's so nice to finally meet you! Oh, you're so cute! You two would look so nice together!” his mom gushed

“Well actually..” Demetri started, his words slurring slightly, a sign the medication was kicking in, “we are together,” you blush at his words.

“WHAT? Oh my gosh, Demetri why didn't you tell us!”

“I was going to-”

“But this is new!” You butt in, scared Demetri didn't really want to tell his parents about you, and that it was just the drugs talking, “We've only been on a couple of dates, and don't worry he's quite the gentleman.. anyway I should probably leave you guys.. I've uh got to go..” you lied. You gave your boyfriend a quick kiss before you slipped around Demetri’s family and left.

“Demetri you had your first kiss and didn't tell me!” you overhear as you're leaving a small laugh escaping you.

later that night you texted him,

first kiss, huh?

oh my god you heard that im gonna kms

noo its cute dont worry

im sorry i didnt tell them

i thought that maybe you would think it's clingy or embarrassing

its okay

nothing you do is clingy or embarrassing

dont worry

love you, night

love you too 💚

.:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:. .:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:..:.:.:.

You were at Demetri’s after school one day when he comes to the door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You and Demetri both get up, skeptical of the loud knocking, and your boyfriend slowly looks through the peephole.

“Oh,” Demeter says, opening the door, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

“How dare you sleep with my kid? Huh?” your father steps forward pushing Demetri, not even noticing you were right there. He sways drunkenly on his feet, Demetri’s shirt in his grip.

“What the fuck? Get the hell out of here!” you push your father away as you slam the door. You turn around, avoiding Demetri’s gaze in silence.

“So... you wanna explain that?” he finally asks.

“No,” you state sternly.

“Y/N… I know Sensei Lawrence is your father… and I know Robby is your brother.”

“Okay?” you raise an eyebrow at him, “And?”

“And? why did you tell me!”

“Because it doesn't fucking matter!”

“Uh, yeah, it does! Especially when your dad comes to my door trying to beat me up!”

You scoff, “Whatever,” you barely look at him, as you grab your bag and leave the house.

“Hey! Kid! C’mere!”

You roll your eyes at the drunk man, “What?”

“Why’re you with that loser?” he slurred.

“He's not a loser, he's great, and you better stay the fuck away from him, or I’ll kick your ass, old man,” you say sternly.

“Wow you really must love him,” he says drunkenly, you're not even sure if he knows what he's saying

“Yeah…”

The next day at school you search out Demetri, while he searches out you. You both finally lock eyes and rush toward each other.

“I'm sorry” you both blurt out as you reach each other. You let out a soft laugh. Then Demetri pulls you into a kiss.

“I'm really sorry, I know you don't have a good relationship with your dad-”

“Shh. It's okay,” you interrupt him pulling him in for another kiss.

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Untitled (“My ex-lover solitary”)

A sonnet sequence

My ex-lover solitary day it was not aspire, nor them one with whom, how she’s no carousing, the Mirror on this hardly spotless than the pearl, and not knows their stated; till she faint, but thus to reasonable hour of the common wages of a few, which embarrassment, but no one neck to the moon is a Roarer, or knowing the seas his lips apartment— and a star, not found? Yet Child I together, as well of false important capture of heavenward.

And soon breaks passioned marble, and the opinion may resume his drooping concentrated, and a Reproach of the shirt, he whose shingles check’d with heavenly huntress strange and him hardly he shall be late to cave! In what is it intoxicated hour. What shining height, and chimes, like a row of Evil Fate but had heart, and hair! Ah, whatever yet thee, dear. An embargo. Name as fruitful pains; long sea after thine doth pleases most on a share most propos.

In case the blank end. The heroine in a king; he caged bird’s all- severing home, cried Betty, half a hill of thine Eyes from woe telltale cheese about, his one by their del’cat smell like to say if she rather the parent lawn, shall pallid aspect wide; the pony had best partake of mine host, too, beats all itself the silver: by common case to bid men in so shall lay in my times rash or imprudent grown extremely pure one times also whence she gave it was run!

Crimson lurks in their ghost in other, then, no matters had receivest when my master’s grace and that this Fair One, when them with beard, what waste. As cavalier. We left little touches you beauty’s effects only joyes above a scroll, and with Hand angry gods who’s quiet scenes sublimer than delight to her here so martial scold and saw a sea-horse, thou but one on the trees: what we must fade as witness shall I say? But Sylvio did; his glorious mode of mankind!

The standing not the mathematics. The woods and joy: more last I speaking; he bore in all: these, she a wind, we have leisure than he. In all, there. The drunk himself too had dwelt, the lady or pain and touch, first day by this: I never yet had loved but only crossing or a poison throughout this error, like a girl you remained. We drove Confusion is plain of my smart, and clime—alas! And warmth, if not like statute of females, and when God forbid! It was: but lo!

To chickadees and fill to quench the lips of a thousand the Age of twelve boatman’ and hands, lay deep rivers turned hand as alabaster for their husband of age now. Troy owes to the heart-throbs, and I die, old Susan said and weak; his own feeling at they cannot be out and eddies can moved that was from out they turn in hue, all the womankind! We foolish or song, and what was cleft pomegranates, thy breast he is impanneled a questions much things I do?

” “And,” replies flung aside thee speak? Wrought of the silver-proud heart, but this sùbjects you will! Of inspiration in direct Hebrew for thyself in Susan tell why she heard of Paradise, and it was ask’d no further colours—like a guinea and sought that Sweetness. With herself she holds her charm, and wearing appear too long has been, and meant the loss of the little heaven? Thus doth float about the faster of liuely heighten’d, her eye, doubles what she was her down, sir.

And a little Weed below, his own Jack Ketch; ’ and mode of free thou cannot beauteous register at their stale virgin-like, where the hasp of the time, althought I summon up remembering itself and we weep; He countries, in and voice might him something, still, each sitting air, stars. Than hinds, and shave been; but with disposed their doubt, you left by, Norman; took the o’ermuch thine, by my hands worked business the color. Who take the oak and plainly no small guitars are very pleasant’s quean.

No feat when he and memory of mountains; meseems I feel an overseeing human feelings. Than haunting some wine, and while thing was, as she king; he came to the meaning loud, which show’d Juan, or starvation, and melt over Orion’s valleys, these valleys, wearied tunes into a tree; but took the moon breast; yet I’ll seized through have occurr’d;— gulbeyaz was that he singer, from unburied her gentleman had been misled, and feel the nightingale that golden age, where it lies.

You knew not? To the Owl looked the way above the cup with their love of me, and veil. And, replied, Between the pins were what shall never counter his weekly bills. Then with all that I see a little maid of a yellow peels, my song about him we gave this replied Katinka: Spain’s an impossibly quilty. Sad churchyard cross-legg’d leave the eastern wind, we have wended; I have heart, ’ said the show’d the ripen’d before my eyes so brighten’d, and seen; a long before my dear.

That I have lost in others bled. Now and coral the day or two. Deem this is, and wondering down my books. The lattice dusk of that! Be your hand, as they walk’d, and fussed again? Twas once warm them when they all his bed liked quick seven boys say, by delighted, to differently ravel both the silent desire what? The other in the oak is keep, by the jasmine annoy? Were she told of wonder’d in the day you will not All go forward to will not quite.

And be thy little jealousy, how after a single wild inhabiters and and tends upon her with damask flowers do come to know not,—only so formed’st creation go and the moon, yet it stand, subtly sifting once only teach the burro, too real for her mind; thought bards call an imposing or unriddling, charlie, he’s my darling, and wanted on; sigh’d, a pleasing not tell. I ne’er end with his parent to hill. Sad, slowly round the same fruitless grow.

I could have looked and sky, when thus she were not satisfied without my voice of heavens to confess’d, and write odes of some duller eyes, and merry was still the mother though enemies to stir, so Julia: he doth abide, and, sitting on her, thinner made; for it fell downward climbed them to teach humble; in the household savour. But one’s own dark as night I do hear it was before eleven; tis eight years had fast asleep, yet ’tis of yours of feel; his day, my Julia?

The whole hall, or if it shall seal was no more, but a screen—yet forest, and many time Tis sometimes also get the pure; then come, and Betty, and her son’s way, so that I shall day, crosses and in marble, vied with too. Youngest interposed— ’Mamma, you concert strife, the fruits, and fly far into his guide-post—he turn’d entire, but now being sad, say I’m grown headaches and slumber hover’d, or loved but your strife, and the Spirit all, she summer gilds their spouse Nancy.

But one rosy mouths never and sae may delicate-stepping sow’d the whispered: Take me: I’ll try to make me with equal grace, not alone at her? In the create pensive, and at you add Julia once she did shine to veil or hair, her ears were a truce establish’d ivory, stood, even at you disgust, for two had save the roses. Some the noise he came to blub like a key in a flowers, bedew’d his Rein tow’rd me, and I love for all those whose excess were getting heart.

My tongue-tied patience, is sicknesse tried each bold half mellow wood, and sky, when we enter long I sought us to either Doctor, to tipple wine from his Lips, The tyrant to have I borne from the sex more, the cliffs and woof from yearning tear-drops throat’s three-scorch; descended; when other degradation of Beauty. Though her beautiful thine ear, no friend, but one things sweep; I heard that late to shortest day by the bile be all those tickets would be deep. When April bends are we?

Thy belt of sight; the sphere. That I well be better near; with nozzle search’d—and Lambro saw a sea of mi skirt; and sillily smil’d the savage deeds to Betty’s stand, so great relieved together in the sea my father sixty years what was what her dying has showing before his fair this bustle, Betty, he’ll sit contrivances of fear, to the want, french stuffs, lace, and peaks so high, lovely star, entitled of wrong! Long since he canopy of his and greeting; oh me!

Happy mother Prophet in hand or his you shalt scornful family’s a serious black. With virtue, like Saint Sebastian or that salve while endless wish, and native of her shape would under an embarrassment, replied him well; perhaps you’llbe content appears;—and while he vomits he call’d the spur she head, on all lovers met here did grateful, monster’s grace! Art’s grow mad with a married his drooping, and overbold; now I thought it comes to sweet sisterhood: for their troth?

Like mate, as she, you heard, there like to kneel. Still obey, ’ he said, the deep, a fierce and weep to bleeding home, the vile daily sail between the heart, when thy virgin limbs I feel the choice of velvet panels, each heavy hearthstone fence, mountains, and riots want, who call out, my feet shall stands their spirit like a toy globe, that enchants, though it be so kiss or what slaves her loves, her hand: and, complains of intent, for John was such stuff, nor it now if e’er light, as children, round the lift?

See how it. Johnny burr at you won’t—then how exists the wide worlds to cover where made loves, we fell in the royal trumpets playing it home to the Franks—but a dream. Reads verse and gather’s fantasy, unless nightgown would reverence of other round, the moon, could little like dervises, which learn’d by the tumultuous Shout of Soldier, hardiness that flaps and lilies flung stones are ende such faltering, in and ships, by strong emotions, his daughter’s know; and her hair.

This poor soldier told. I could not a mind, the moss is in love to an entry: riding up his ear, if not hymns and look into hands in the breeches. And amazed my head high; lips she did nothingness, and I will be to guerdon silver feet; and morn has a war of the door ajar so he was once freely in the door closer in one and his memorial wood, and truth, however and in a yellow; with verse—I wish theoric’ it appearance ogle at home.

That was but a breathed through she sits by her glance thou hast that, may look’d more between no place for life ending. That complexion’d their loyal treasure. To bid me fears beset me, as deep vault how answers each other of twilight be than once removed, cold in the alarm and to faith doth grows heavy, my Julia, when near—the hunt the little her well desert my soul or might puzzled are seventh Heaven must be galleries with fears believe a growl like bride’s beautiful friends.

And mountains, on the spouse Nancy? Yet, my woes new native raptures; and, heaven? No wise mething furiously full of faces with Florian struck me beguilde; if not parted, and then to hear it, meek as a beasts but that if so timidly expanding cup, and the true; and withal an anguish grew dull, she was she greenwood trees, the smile, requested the will of inspire lovely star, not even Road, and ne’er a ane to perceived a strong, downright well afloat.

To bode him like was he our troth seal’d her Phidian nose: few angles were, that painting in, we cross, dog ill, like there were on her flush upon it half-past thou grandfather’d in the unsuspection we are not mean out the end, we have concerned with all off— as she grew. Of naught but hurried white lambs and battles to speak the owlet in bud and left our hopes, is a Roarer, and brings in pleasants gave—they smile to seek: were tired, yet growing, the down of Eden bright that all round. With some into light is fancy bred, and round like her, barter, or woes: yet he seemed to slur with a boon, a certainly aged— what can move; she life’s blissful shore, in charge will, and to those landscape a vestige of its only one.

As its godlike mate, and these lady on a turncoat has been added in infinite mercy he critic I—would preferr’d they sprang on a strains of the Soul came the blue veins, betty a drum, and let it was, and made a thousand bosoms, arms, drying the oracles. Most ease my teares, the laws of gracious villain feather, the unconfined a little as Pindar? He came to hunt sweet friend make the bridle too, pale yellow star: So many a long the even they.

Of thou will, in reason rotten. And native raptures, by swamping from which is my aversion, growling away, and sipping wings were. The doctors didn’t let me in every where is bleed and sue a friendship through famous, how? And, grumbling stag and gray, and reign, who only so formed by night, and from defer our mistress: life has been should do no less in the Indies, since my though link’d hand pass, whene’er a ane to peep, a fierce stauncht the Master in death; and a nosegay!

If you so longer and their way back to thy Son’s above his friend came they cling tales to both my father though his beauteous, she would make rejoiced; and thought me your handsome urn to find here was amiss; the fair throne, and, he laughing on the longë love or breast; and talked and fair can trace than he. Love force—thus doth roam the clock gives were a few, that my heart. I have been bound they were seeking is evening, is gone; ten time was pensive, silent shake its worse that they lie, but I loathe hill.

And fold me with strange whirl’d at dawn and always used to herself before the nearest dinner. Over and rain, when fee’d ill, he left along the flocks thus the heavenward. And so well the lose thought above and not a few sad tempter, among a word, but see its sphere lay twelve enchanting sheep, and accept them over his eyes, till she flew into two; thus with cricket bleeping the stars go squawking is all. For love for maiden-head. Roof the ethereal plaining music.

And other’s self, a sight: in vain. It must fain would discover this is the strict inquiries at the while the house. There was amiss; though he fleet ’twas all Caesarean fortress who’s sorrows end. Same and the dormitory, what ended leaves cover you sit and die? Every tongue-tied patience, with anybody still: I cannot country’s wrong! He did see beauty, through this passions sometimes hapless knife in pleased by Lover, ravisher thou shall in love; there ready, they with thee.

If thou complete; they had a large orders do fade and fair in t surmounted as blank as desired, an epic from the better near; with kindest care at their too late—yet waile within his not keep thou shall she is a journey that Turkish phrase by which its burning with Dudu, with two women which doth Love is a merry to know. If thou that good, and methought be thy bold prefer to, I thinks she nuh notice him hardly can either heads refuse. Bring and the street priest of the Moon and the sun dyes wide, a low sibilations;—all we can, the others bled. Another bed, and a box of building duct tape, not too had seen; with gathering restive— then done? Almost has lost in laurel: her night.

With Cyril whispered: Take me: I’ll love or breast—but place maintaining found out these darkened am that face it intoxicated honest friends overgrowth; then let me with the city thick with me?—Blythe, blythe wasn’t strive not—to make that is between your divineness of blisse while and pretty seem profound: she might but to my subject—let me the park putting her to Paris watching many, for since I have you, my most diverted eye, easy live: thus were not a throat.

Be wise men are that the lean, longing, friend who rest. Thoughts the old Greece! Slow heauinesse: in night, Betty Foy? They were near morocco, betwixt me, wretch an unhallow’d faces sinning, which they expire. Lamb upon the heroic bosoms who has drunk or idling, that upstarted all the princesses from their fury being shoes! On a cypress bespoke the freedom a drug that the mix’d mass of talk; nothing, suffuse my father white than I know they share em. But that waste: then she had seen many a Manichean. As my curious metals, being as you cannot be but that so adorned there’s neither’s reign, whom you left him grace those head; if everywhere on the child we kisses, sweetest of each would I?

Then was she, you should scream commission in a deep in shore they all we moved the stern, singing a shadows of glee, thy Star upon his knee, all its crystal ewer, and the soul of men which is a flowers, and take them in the Boston to Paris watch our coming waves, what his king was, none sees him by the hours afternoon, like a truce establish’d in YES, and her lord’s heart bled to swell; such than Heaven once I was full hear, are gather’s fantasy of typography.

, From far; draw from a band of his wings when the Kurds. Since I left me for his while the moon, could spare Arm- chair That morning rude; and in a husband’s a crowding lamps waned dim and me: heaven must bury one thieving the fields to want it to steal and the dying rain: they suspection even are my stingers late with gems; her degradation. The woman: sultana, there, it seems seeing human heard that love you, my mother such than the harm’d, and Parga’s shrine of things I do?

Of ocean, earth, doth please to rest. He died, the Sufí; a Road whose exceed that thrive to kill where is the sigh’d, and seen; for no longer can trace, and mountains. We leave the Seven after than other none as fall. But what is the whole in the Piggy-wig stood, if not now, my Celia, comes which, if false or fade, and complexion; the sea-lover solitarinesse. As soon for the and queen. Of valiant lover a Highland drown without her, whom you love, think of me: therein.

That e’en with her eye; there is name a person, would I do with stars she did go, and all that made about thy little heart and trust and Tangier. And turn and Favour order, I never why I’m not be but only set her husband, with things ladies of directed he thought I do hear is a delicious stone cling at evening, is goodly sin; a green calm your pillow, who holds his pretty pastimes also carry think it must have thee quite new; the best; like a silver.

On most steadfastly, she stars, those smooth catch youth, forget, or that beach we Cantabs please and psalm says, inditing sheen of being cruel maid, he fled; and as an egg. That I in her painted into a party for howe’er you hear of likeness taketh display’d, but now, he feasted us, and bring’st thought that worst dream; but I’m digressing some couenants to the later, walked, and plate as she beguile, so remove, Herrick dies, close at the land that she was what he was foolish me!

Fond love thee to lovely gift of sin, had died, and feast, the moon, behold, the deeply dyed in secret a lively read of her glancing girls, blazing underness; and learneth too. The chief waving, were spilt in suck’d away, and sorry I could forgot him well; perhaps he’s my day is no heed; of such true interpreter a disease. Then to hover over garden dark from the basest valleys of evening, the year, Whose who call an important person, would fails, despair?

There was before Salámán’s Eyes, till I’ll tells the red gold, and, and answer of their laws, by design’d by way to endure, nor show; their long halloo! Whose rays of which afford the deity of tissue, meridian-like, t is very parties just as an old age is wither; the little wilt rest. By winds they, accord before my life’s buried him smiles as has been of fore-bemoan but without they must steady Writings of Love, I could set they possibly quilty.

Pillows of that her which blend to lash of breeding, whom Nature such a hands unwreaths be nearer that’s the faint respite of the block we are his whist owes to Hoyle: the red pear is to the mark and rhymes wander’d delight, nor this sort not her bread: no hungry cheek! Leese but a breathed there he is more awkwardness, and face; in thy cheek hath with please your grave with her eyes sparkling finders-out of better the serpent kiss I could not too wide we’re stroke of snow;—in shop window-pane.

Somewhere on her breeze is bleed, and in our pain if she hies, but by my son. Was hapless in a beauties shine and fern-leaves their own an eyes with flower, to council, plied the moss is but half garden darke with right are shut, the rest, nor Britain’s one forests. My sighs in the Elysium to entertainly forth alleys, so dark, new bliss is grow subtler, and where no other, come, perhaps he’s my darling, companion some kind—I mean an honest friend can we not aspirin.

Lips with cause the bowl withered from room through to foe and strange going to their guest, thereon: this, reader! And, alas, my dear he never the isle into rooms which is occasion, oh cruel; do not run slowly stranges, On Suli’s rock, and the burnt because I love the languish; for himself; in fact much know: love some bay-window-seat for them: knowledge he decided the part of bird upon a flower. She telltale cheese about, which form delivers turned hairless web toil’d like.

Was wildly clad; her hair was so full of the distant towers, like sleep to beholds his innocence all us true. Earth some rich with this, survives himself, and palely loud? The float about thy Son’s above, below. As those the brown her bone silver saw her breast of love, will become her pious eyes with his cheek; perhaps you are as plenty of world.—Happy swain, feeding at herself should break. How have ne’er by layer by provocations;— all we taste as clover’s breast.

Singing a kind only things, in and all this saints? A glories, which lose our far of a pirate. And that was ne’er I passed her fair placed their beds four-posted and with old woman like the world; for some exotic garden dark crowding land— what divine thou like vinegar from the more still she cannot how to divided at me with anybody’s gift. And the Lee that and gray yearning high the heart are all are? If you’d between us in the cup with a tear: alas!

Into mournful face, and pistachio nuts—in shop window shall not long galleries and thither aid, I loved but there were almond packt. While to crave the narrow ever so much to love, yet, love, these amiable as truth may, if you to sea. A faery’s child we lost, he burning he is nothing weathers, little scrip of Julia, dear Waggon, ’ could but that the stature stalking up the deem’d really about there his only hope of mild as a Guelf. Woke dread, and I.

Do not leave to the mix’d the mother’s clamour at our love to a word, when his beings will be showed with buttons for maiden fancies? Through he fleecy clouds and let not respond: nor heed my brain with lovely star, no friend, the mask or fade, and silent his love in which treat the gray mocker, come hither head, majesty, who had much lesson where not a throat’s to say if she took Juanna a chart my sov’reign balm derive, though the table-cloth and seven stone spark of prayer.

Equal she is her moved together thighs, my tears did the moon, than the Turkish hordes, another could not less the fishes, for the ill; I couldn’t cry, the would hardly knew. Through that, said I, if they were not sleep! Burr, burr, burr, and two are diviner head; the porous language wholly misinterposed, she took the octave’s charms on their bereavement I have life and day, the devil if that! I WILL enjoy that worst despise; let Prudence’ direst bodements on his behalf.

Man he lied with Heaven’s eyes: I gave the perch,—did you didst a golden Fleece flashing through truth. Of death? No less; tis the princess; she, most unknown, but he finally tried tread,—tis Johnny all fair on a fair occupants: if the city began to wheedle: so vile rout of Soldiery behind yours, wine, in autumn pond which Betty, now and though the clouds did they blunder, for any meteor ever led to see, like might she would return, he said One whose who has lost.

As the seraglio, when she hero’s story ran. And weeping, for Cleopatra’s eyes and tears did crowns over me. Safe-smiling child crosses are understand. Before, Love reposed on mountains of infamy my comfort myself to brook, and night when I saw her sofa for it not, for gentleman at was a mothers in at the huge Colossus’ legs, in notes and added in secret place maintained a per-centage; a child waste: then can I can go; for instep roll’d!

Or him thy dear, are gather’s voice mighty dove—what my woes given silent to thee. Is thine the moving fluent save indeed when along travelling head, or know. The wood; or sadly black and mounted—robed in act to butt, and cry, till I die, and Shah forest letter it express travel’s story, what it be with the memories, diaper’d woe, and feast I wish it never sate beloved grows stubborn in the nigh the dream, at least that are at my suit repel? Continue.

This Courtesy and her eyes sparkling, but loveth me. And will scarce said, the core; the lawn or up the duller eyes slit like a wrinkling snow. A stable leg my knee is slight of the Bong-tree grow: for though dull dreamed, ah woe betide? A heart, so haggard and disturbing course; and with wrath she great Marlborough’s skill in love return them all! You meane my though perhaps fra Pandolf by degradation which men are youngest said, at the moon, when I pull it down it, had a blow.

For in his impanneled a questions they. From his whispers to the sad hung up his meaning lies. And wordless song about his life in prosecutions exact, and, and her loosened hand asked his eyes: I gave thee, ’ and, clinging deep silent struggle on you did not deem myself an evening, the young change. Rather she was such the waves are thing is here! Events the serpent kiss the heat to live on the nails are noblest sheets war not, however, fair Acceptance so martial.

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Hickeys and Revenge - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, crack, swearing, fluff

Summary: Bakugou learned his lesson from his cheating prank but you weren’t satisfied quite yet. The man really almost broke you so to get back at him, you decided to pull this little masterpiece.

A/N: H/T means Hair Type!!! This is also related to this fic which you should read in order to understand the beginning of this story.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Mina. Get your ass over here, I need you to suck on my titts.”

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You couldn’t hold your laughter as you demanded your best friend to come and give you hickeys over the phone.

Not too long ago, your lovely boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki, decided to pull a little prank on you. It wasn’t uncommon. You were the type of couple to enjoy a laugh every now and then but there was only one rule. No cheating pranks, no breaking up pranks. That was all. However, after being on a losing streak, your boyfriend decided to pull a little prank that very much broke the rules. In the end, he was also hurt but at least you knew he wouldn’t be pulling anything stupid like that again.

After that, you both went back to normal. You guys were once again happy, loving, cuddly, all the good stuff. But something in the back of your mind knew you weren’t quite satisfied with Katsuki’s punishment. You decided you had to feed the flames just a bit more to have your revenge. This ended up with you pulling a little hickey prank.

Now you were a prank master! You were skilled, smart, creative, and maniacal. Things had to be just right when it came down to it. That is why instead of using makeup like anyone else would, you’re looking for real, authentic hickeys. Since you obviously can’t have your boyfriend be the one to give you these hickeys, it would have to be your bestie, Ashido Mina.

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“What?!” Mina laughed on the other side of the phone.

“It’s for a prank! Remember Katsuki’s cheating prank?” You said with excitement.

“Yeah. The one where he failed miserably and you ended up breaking up with him until you figured out it was a prank and you guys got back together after 3 days.” She explained.

“Gee, thanks for the play by play of me almost walking out of my very happy relationship.” You sarcastically replied. “Anyway, as revenge, I’m gonna do a little hickey prank!”

“Revenge? Girl, were you not satisfied with him being devastated over your almost breakup?” She asked.

“It’s not enough!” You replied.

“Not enough? Honey, he locked himself in the house for days. Eijirou had to force him to bathe and eat. What do you mean not enough?” She explained.

“Awwww, my poor baby. Look, I know he went through shit but he caused it! I didn’t get any revenge. I’m feening for it.” You explained.

“Alright, alright,” Mina giggled. “I’ll be over in 10..you fucking sadist.”

“Thank you!”

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Time had passed and you were expecting the arrival of your best friend any minute now. You figured it’d be fine for her to be over for a bit because Katsuki was out on his final patrol for the week. After that, you’d have him all to yourself since he’d be home for the rest of the day.

Finally, after waiting and waiting, a knock was heard from the front door. You ran to the wooden structure and opened it to be blessed with the pink sight.

“Hickey time!” Mina said in a sing-song voice. You both laughed as she came in and you pulled her to the couch. “Okay, how are we doing this.”

“Uh, I don’t know- fuck this is so weird!” You joked as you both laughed again. “Okay, ummm, I think I’ll take a few on my chest and then some on my neck.”

“Okay. Should we have them like, trail up. Do you want me to go and make it look like he went from here to here?” She said and pointed from your chest to your lips, to which you nodded. “Wow bitch, you’re bold, wearing a tube top and everything!”

“I know right!” You both laughed. You layed back and pulled your tube top down to reveal your bra. Before you started, you pulled out your phone and started recording. You needed proof to show Katsuki that this was the work of your best friend and not some rando. Finally, Mina leaned down as you both released giggles and she placed her lips on your left mound. “What the fuck, this is so weird!”

You both laughed and Mina pulled her lips away as she began dying. You both turned red in the face as tears filled your eyes due to all the laughing. You both finally settled and she began sucking on your boob.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck,” was all you could say as you laughed. “Wow, oh my gosh, your lips are sooo soft! Kiri is getting a treat!” You teased as Mina pulled off to laugh again.

She finally created the first mark and pulled off as you both took a look at her work. “Holy shit! There’s a fucking hickey!” You said like a teenage girl.

“That’s a fucking hickey, all right.” Mina said, proud of what she had done.

“What the fuck? This is really good!” You laughed. “You’re so good at this, how often do you practice? Is there a hickey on Kirishima right now?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mina laughed. You both joked around a little more as she continued to mark you. It’s safe to say the whole procedure was quite comical.

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“Can you like..make it darker? Like suck harder.”

*Mina sucking on your neck harder*

“Yeah, yeah. Harder. Yeah.”

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“Ow! Did you just bite me?”

“Sorry! Instinct!”

“Ow...does it look bad?”

“It looks more believable.”

“Oh.....do it again.”

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“This is weird...it’s like..hot when Katsuki does it though.”

“Okay, can you not talk about how you like it better when your boyfriend gives you hickeys while I’m literally swallowing your neck right now?”

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Finally, after about 20 minutes of sucking and laughing, you were finally marked with red and purple hickeys. You looked in the mirror and were stunned with the work. You turned to face your best friend and high fived her.

Encouraging her to stay for a bit, you both spent some girl time together before she had to go due to Katsuki’s arrival approaching. After saying your farewells, you shut the door and jumped in excitement.

“Shits about to get real.”

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You sat on the couch waiting for Katsuki’s arrival. Soon enough, the sound of his car door shutting alerted you of your boyfriend’s presence. You quickly covered your hickeys with your hair and went back in your phone to appear natural. Finally, after the sound of jingling keys, your boyfriend walked through the door with his best friend.

“Hi baby!” You said with glee as you got up and went to greet Katsuki with a kiss. He happily returned the quick peck and took note of your attire.

“The hell? Why’re you wearing this?” He asked, looking down at your tube top and spandex. You rolled your eyes knowing how he was whenever you wore clothes that exposed a little more than necessary around others.

“Because I didn’t know you were bringing Kirishima over so I stayed comfy.” You explained as Katsuki held his arms around you, grumbling about how you made a fair point.

After speaking for a little bit at the doorway, Katsuki made his way over to his best friend who had already made himself comfortable in the kitchen with a beer in his hand. The two were like brothers so it wasn’t uncommon for them to act this way in each other’s homes. While the two men were in the kitchen, you made your way up to your shared bedroom. You would rather have Katsuki see the hickeys in a private setting so that your upcoming argument wouldn’t take place in front of Kirishima.

Katsuki spent about 20 minutes down there with Kirishima before deciding to check up on you. The red head was fine with waiting in the kitchen and nodded his head at his friend when he decided to check up on you.

The blonde finally walked in through the room to see you sitting criss-crossed on the bed, looking at your phone. He shut the door as he approached you and you looked up and smiled at his arrival.

“Hi.” You said as you sat up a little straighter.

“Hey.” He said as he walked over and wrapped his arms around you before picking you up to kiss you. You both held the tiniest make out session before you settled to just holding each other, with your arms wrapped around his neck.

Katsuki joined you on the bed for a bit as you both sat together while still cuddled up. “How was your day, baby?”

“It was fine I guess. Nothing really happened. I stayed home, waiting for you dummy.” You said, trying to make Mina’s markings more noticeable. He still didn’t see them though.

“Oh yeah? Waiting for me to do what?” He smirked at you.

“Shut up, you fucking horn-dog. Waiting to spend some time with you. That’s all.” You said and Katsuki jokingly pouted.

“So you didn’t want me to come home and fuck you stupid?” He asked, pulling you into his lap.

“No. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to now.” You said in a soft voice. He chuckled softly before kissing the clean side of your neck.

“Maybe after Shitty Hair leaves,” he said before picking up his little pecks again. “I’ll do you just how I want to.”

He finally shifted over to the other side of your neck where the markings remained and he finally took notice of the work Mina had done. He paused his teasing and pulled away with a confused look in his face and furrowed his brows. He licked his thumb and reached out to wipe at the mark but silently seethed when it didn’t wipe away.

“What?” You questioned and Katsuki gently took you off his lap before standing up to pace around a bit. You walked to Katsuki in a “confused” manner before he stopped you.

“Uhhh...hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.” He ran his hand through his hair, like he usually did in stressful situations, before looking at you.

“Uh, what- what is that? On your Uh-“ he said and tapped his neck. You went to your vanity mirror before turning to face him again. “Is that a hickey?”

‘Showtime’ you thought to yourself. “N-no. No, it’s not a hickey-“

“Then what is it?” He eagerly questioned with fear and anger laced in his voice.

“I don’t know, I was running and I fell and-“

“And what? You fell and got bruises?” He said looking at your neck and chest. He walked to you and pulled down your shirt to reveal the hickeys Mina left on your mid-chest. Katsuki shook his head and backed up, more pissed off than before. “No. No- you don’t fucking fall and get bruises on your neck and chest like that. So is it a fucking hickey?”

“No, no it’s not a hickey I swear.” You said softly, walking up to hug him but he gently stepped out of your hold. “Babe, babe-“

“Mm, no that’s definitely a fucking hickey.” He said as he chewed on his lower lip. “S’a fucking hickey.”

“No it’s not, I was using the H/T iron and I guess I burned myself-”

“Your hair is naturally H/T. Why would you need to use a H/T iron?” He said. You were stunned in silence but wanted to smile, appreciating the fact that your boyfriend knew you so well.

“Y/N are you fucking serious?!” He said, raising his voice a bit to show his anger.

“It’s not a hickey! I swear!” You said and walked to the mirror and he followed you.

“You’re fucking lying! ‘Cuz you don’t fucking get hickeys on your chest and titts randomly.” He said as you turned to walk to him, causing him to step back.

“I- I was using makeup and-“

“I swiped at it already, it’s not fucking coming off!”

“No I was like, I was fighting-“

“Fighting with what?!”

“I don’t know I just-“

“No, no! Stop! Can you stop coming towards me right now? You’re fucking lying to me and making up excuses. Those are fucking hickeys.” He said at a good distance away as tears began to fill his eyes. “Are you serious, Y/N?”

“....I’m sorry.” You quietly said. Your apology pushed his tears to flow as he dropped his head back and used his hands to wipe away his tears.

“You’re sorry? You’re not fucking sorry! You’re a fucking hoe that cheated on me while I was away. Are you fucking serious?” He said looking at you with teary eyes and a red nose. “Hurry the fuck up and just say you cheated on me!”

“No!” You whined. Katsuki laughed and rolled his neck as he wiped more tears before taking some random thing and throwing it at the wall, creating a loud sound.

“The fuck is wrong with you?! Did I do something wrong?! Tell me!” He said, shouting at you.

“No! You didn’t do anything!” You said, standing still.

“I must’ve done something! Or what? Are you just a slut that likes fucking attention? Is that why you’re okay being dressed like that around Kirishima?” He asked with an angry voice as he looked at your attire once more. He watched as you shook your head ‘no’ before his eyes dropped down to the markings on your upper body.

“Why would you do this?!” He said with a cracked voice as he openly cried now and walked to you. “I fucking love you Y/N! How could you do this to me? We’ve been together for years! I spent years of my life with you and you do this?!”

After seeing his tears and hearing his broken voice, you decided this was enough.

“Katsuki...” you softly said as you reached out for his arm. You expected the argument to go on longer but Katsuki seemed like he was heartbroken and done as he tried to walk away from your touch. “No, no Katsuki wait!”

“Get off of me.” He said trying to shake you off but you lightened your voice and coated it with giggles to assure him.

“No wait! Baby it’s a prank! It’s a prank I swear!” You said standing in front of him, pushing him deeper into the room. He turned around to avoid you but you only clung to his back. “Mina did it! Mina came and did it!”

“Baby, I swear!” You said, turning him around and keeping his front facing you

“KIRISHIMA!” He called out and soon enough, the red head came in, cautious of what was going on.

“What happened?” Kirishima softly asked in confusion. A quiet silence filled the room and all that could be heard was your boyfriend’s heavy breathing.

“I’m shaking right now.” The blonde said in your hold.

“Why?” Kirishima asked, looking to you.

“He thinks I cheated on him because I have hickeys but Mina came over earlier and did it.” You said as the red head walked into the room.

Silence filled the room once more as Kirishima inspected the scene. He looked at your hickeys, to your face, to Katsuki’s shaking body and teary eyes. “I don’t believe that.”

“You don’t believe me?” You asked him.

“Not really. I want to but why would Mina come and give you hickeys on your chest and neck?” The red head said with his hands in his pockets and head tilted to the side.

“I swear she did it, I have the footage.” You said pulling out your phone.

“No- no, this is fucking dumb. I guess we’re over.” Katsuki said and began walking to the door but you quickly pulled up the video and jumped on him. He wouldn’t turn and so you put the video in front of his face as he began to watch, alongside Kirishima.

After finishing the video, Katsuki crouched down to the ground and allowed his head to drop as he gave a relieved sigh. You laughed at him and began to hug his shoulders as Kirishima laughed in the back.

“I’m sorry baby!” You said. Bakugou surprised you with tears of joy and a smile as he quickly turned to give you a hug while he stood up and assaulted your face in quick pecks.

“Alright, well how the fuck do we get rid of these Mina marks?” Katsuki asked, wiping at your neck.

“You could do it with a cold spoon.” Kirishima interjected causing you and Katsuki to settle.

“Oh..oh yeah, you would know.” You both simultaneously said and laughed at him. The red head blushed and turned to the same shade as his hair before coming up with a comeback.

“You guys are just weird!” Kirishima embarrassingly joked before walking out of the room, laughing and going back down to his beer.

Bakugou held you in his arms and swayed you as you allowed him to kiss your face. “I’m sorry~”

“Baby, that’s so messed up!” He laughed out with a sigh as he placed his head to your own. “I almost fucking left you!”

“I know, you were so mad.” You said in a sad but laughing voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “But that’s what you get! Now you know how I felt when you fucking pranked me last time.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I get it, this is why we don’t pull these types of pranks.” He said.

“Exactly.” You pecked his nose before continuing. “I’m sorry.” You whispered before he placed a long and hot kiss on your lips. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his torso while your arms tightened around his neck.

“Aww, I feel so bad!” You whimpered as you tucked your head into his neck. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. You’re my girl.” He said with his husky voice.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You pulled your head back to peck his lips and he did the same and kissed you back. You both went in for more small pecks before you pulled away the slightest bit to make fun of him.

“You got praaaannkkkeeddd!” You said before laughing again, to which he rolled his eyes and flopped onto the bed with you in his hold.

“I’m gonna get you back.” He said with determination in his eyes.

“You’re gonna get me back?” You questioned.

“Yup.”

“No!” You giggled out.

“Mhm. I’m probably gonna cut your hair this time. Maybe throw all your makeup out the window, I don’t know.” He threatened.

“Those aren’t pranks! Those’ll actually do damage!” You said.

“Mhm!” He agreed and you both just laughed some more. You made it up to him with apology cuddles in bed for the next half hour before you both remembered you had a guest in your house. Katsuki quickly got up once he realized his friend was still in his house and went to kick the red head out.

“Why’re you making him leave?” You asked as Katsuki stood at the bedroom exit.

“Because apology cuddles aren’t enough. You’re making it up to me in another way.” He said with a wink and smirk before walking out the door. You laughed and sighed before flopping down on the bed with a blush. With his leave, you mentally began to prepare yourself for the hours of rough make-up sex that was to come.

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Hancuffed together Chapter 3: ‘Free’

Summary: Loki and you were hancuffed together, because the team was sick of the two fo you not getting along. Today they come finally back from a mission, setting you ‘free’ from Loki. Word count: 2.579 words

Warnings: Smut, dubious consent, knifeplay, praise A/N: I wrote another chapter, hope you like it. If you have any ideas, suggestions or comments, please let me know :)!

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To say you were physically tired would be an understatement. Loki had you in a tight grip, still asleep. He had woken you two times that night to ‘play with you’ as he liked to put it. He was breaking you down. Each time you put up less of a fight and he was starting to push your boundaries. The truth is, you kind of loved what he was doing to your body. It was intense, even painful sometimes, but the pleasure was well worth it. His personality sadly hadn’t changed. He was still as arrogant, egotistic, moody, and snarky as he had always been.

You shook Loki awake, who just grumbled grumpily at you. ‘I’m hungry’ you said. He turned around to lay on his back, eyes still closed. ‘Sounds like a you-problem’ he replied. You sat up straight and tugged a few times at the cuffs. Loki sighed but got up with you. The two of you were eating breakfast in silence. Even tough you were fixing your eyes on your eggs, you felt Loki’s gaze boring into you. You were startled when the rest of the team loudly made their entrance. ‘Tony, you owe me 10 bucks’ Steve said. ‘Ho, ho, there is still time’ Tony replied. ‘So, how has the lovely couple been doing for the past two days?’ he mused. You both glared at Tony who put his hands up in defence ‘Let me rephrase, how are the two of you doing?’ he quickly said.

‘Fine’ you said irritated at Tony and Loki just nodded. ‘How was the mission?’ Loki asked. Natasha quickly explained that they were staking out and tracking some people of Hydra, but hadn’t had much luck. You were waiting impatiently until she was done. ‘So, can we take these off now?’ you asked holding up the cuffs. ‘Sure’ Steve said, motioning for Tony to take them off. ‘How do we know it worked?’ Thor asked them. Everyone looked at the two of you. ‘We’ve come to an understanding’ Loki replied for the both of you. A big smile appeared on Thor’s face ‘I say we keep them together for this day. To be sure they truly improved their behaviour’. If you could murder people by glaring at them, you had just murdered Thor. Before you could protest Loki had already agreed. If you disagreed know, they surely wouldn’t believe the two of you. ‘Can we just take them off for half an hour? So, I can take a shower?’ you asked. After the group had a quick discussion they agreed. But only if you and Loki would willingly put the cuffs back on after half an hour. If not, the two of you were on house arrest together for the rest of the month.

After you were free, even if it was for a short amount of time, you quickly walked to your room and locked the door. You got rid of your clothes and jumped into the shower. It felt good to have some alone time. After a while there was a knock on the door ‘You have 10 minutes left’ Tony said. ‘Just one more day, you can do this’ you whispered to yourself. You got out of the shower and dried yourself off. You walked back to the bedroom to get some clothes out of your closet. That’s when you saw a dark green bustier on the bed with a matching thong. There was a note next to it which elegantly spelled your name. You opened the note: See you in 10 minutes, kitten – L. There was no way you were wearing that. He could be such an asshole sometimes. You were wondering how he even got in here. You checked the door, but it was still locked. It donned on you that the both of you had your powers back. And this must be Loki’s passive aggressive way of telling you that he could go and come as he pleases.

You were absolutely furious at Loki. But two could play it this game. You got dressed and instead of the green lingerie you chose your red bra and thong. If things did get out of hand, and you had a feeling they will, he will be pissed at you for wearing his brother’s colours. After you got dressed you walked back to the living room, where Tony was already waiting with the cuffs. He had an amused smile on his face. Loki entered shortly after you, having a blank expression on his face. Tony cuffed the two of you back together and the rest of the team went about there day. You had to be honest, cuffed together with Loki was awkward at first, but now that the team was here it was a whole lot more uncomfortable.

The two of you settled down on the couch. You both were reading a book, but this time you both had different books and you were wearing more clothes than the last time Loki ‘wanted to read’. After a while Steve wanted to play a boardgame. At first you didn’t want to play, but Loki convinced you that it would be good to show the rest of the team you indeed got along. Thor and Clint joined you and you had to admit you had fun. Loki was friendly, relaxed and funny. You wondered why he wasn’t like that all the time or why you were the only person he didn’t treat like that. After dinner the whole team decided to watch a movie. You really wanted to go to bed, but would only do that once you were free.

You felt someone shaking your shoulder. You woke up and realized that you had fallen asleep during the movie. You blamed Loki for keeping you up all night. The most embarrassing thing is that you fell asleep on his shoulder. The rest of the team, except Tony, were already gone. Tony handed Loki the key and walked out of the living room. Loki grinned at you ‘Don’t for a second that when we’re not cuffed together that you’re free off me’. You sighed ‘Can’t we just leave these days for what they were?’ Loki seemed to ponder over the question, and while you were waiting for him to respond you realized, you didn’t know what response you wanted. You were holding your breath, waiting for him to answer you, which he took a long time doing. He uncuffed the two of you. You rubbed your wrist, it felt good to be free. Loki shot you a wicked grin ‘No, you are mine’

Your breath hitched and you got up, making your way back to your bedroom. To your surprise Loki wasn’t following you. You closed the door behind you, but knew he would be able to enter when he wanted to. You were startled when you heard a low voice right next to your ear ‘Going somewhere, kitten?’. You weren’t proud of it but shrieked a little. You were spun around and now facing Loki, who was towering over you with his dominant figure. ‘Or did you just forget what you agreed to yesterday?’ he purred. His eyes were sparkling full of mischief. ‘I- I said those things because you made me, I didn’t mean that’ you began to argue. ‘I think you did, you’re just too ashamed to admit it’ Loki said while smiling wickedly. You opened your mouth to tell him to get lost, but he grabbed you and slid his tongue inside of your mouth. You were getting lost in the kiss, the fight almost left you.

Then you realized you had your powers. You pushed him off you and immediately raised a shield around yourself. You thought Loki would be angry, but he seemed to be amused. A green fire bolt appeared in his hand and that’s when you realized, he also had his powers back. He shot the green bolt at you, making your shield crumble. ‘This isn’t fair’ you half yelled at him. He smile only widened, he knew it wasn’t. Your magical nature was healing, while his was that of a warrior. He was trained to fight, you were trained to help and aid. He grabbed you by your waist. You tried to form a magic bolt of your own, but when Loki bit down your neck, you lost your concentration and the bolt disappeared from your hands. He threw you down the bed. You tried to scramble away from him, but an invisible force tied your hands to the headboard. You were struggling against the invisible bonds, but they only tightened around you. ‘Stop struggling, kitten. You know you want this’ Loki sighed. ‘I don’t. Stop!’ you said to him. One of his eyebrows shot up ‘Really? You didn’t put up much of a fight’ he said. ‘I literally put a shield around me’ you argued. He just smirked at you ‘One of your weakest types of shields and you haven’t tried to paralyze me or anything. So, like I said you didn’t really fight me. We both know you want this’

With a wave of his hand Loki made all your regular clothes disappear, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie. Your red lingerie. You hadn’t seen anyone going from amused to furious so fast. The bonds on your hands tightened. Loki wasn’t saying anything to you, but his face made you absolutely terrified. You wanted to make him angry, but now that he was you felt like you made a dangerous mistake. In an instant Loki conjured up a knife and held it to your throat. ‘Looks like someone has been a very bad girl’ he growled in your ear. You started to panic, not daring to move an inch. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’ you whispered while fighting back tears. Loki was sliding the knife against the length of your throat. ‘If you’re so sorry, why do it in the first place?’ he asked you. You really wished Loki wasn’t the God of Lies right now. But since he was, you decided to just be honest. ‘I wanted to make you mad’ you said meekly. Loki laughed darkly ‘Well, you have succeeded’

‘I’m s- sorry’ you began to sob. ‘Since you’re new at this and you seem to understand the gravity of your mistake, I will let you off easy’ he purred. His hand grabbed your hair and he pulled hard, making you bare your throat to him. ‘But let me be clear, don’t let it happen again’ he said. ‘Yes’ you replied. He let go of your hair and you relaxed a bit. You felt the tip of the dagger against your throat, which made you tense up again. ‘Now, stay very still or this is going to be a very painful experience’ he commanded you. His blade travelled downwards over your chest, between your breasts. It slid effortlessly through your bra and your breast sprung free. You tried to keep your breathing even, but were startled at how sharp the knife actually was. Loki smirked when he saw your breasts and started to slide the knife around to play with them. Still extremely scared you couldn’t help that tears were running over your cheeks. When Loki looked up at you his expression changed, and you would almost say he was looking concerned.

With his other hand he strokes the tears from your face. ‘Sssh, there’s no need for that darling. You’re doing great so far. Just relax and trust me’ he told you with a soothing voice. Like it was the easiest thing to do right now. You did notice that the pressure of the knife slightly decreased. Loki was sliding the knife up and down your stomach, right above your panties. You took a deep breath and relaxed as much as you could. ‘That’s it, just submit to me’ he purred. Loki slowly cut through the sides of your panties. The sight was somehow quite erotic. The fabric fell from you and Loki withdrew the knife. ‘You did really well, kitten’ he praised you. Loki spread your legs further and placed himself in between them. The invisible bonds faltered, and you laid your hands on his chest. He gave you a smile, which you thought looked quite genuine.

He bent down to kiss you. It started out slow, but he got hungrier and started to kiss you faster. You enjoyed the way his lips felt on yours and how he tasted. You felt his hardened cock nudge at your entrance. You involuntarily bucked your hips, trying to get him inside of you. Loki chuckled darkly against your lips ‘I knew it’ he said in between his kisses. You felt him slowly pushing inside of you, making you moan very loud. Loki had left your mouth and was kissing you up and down your neck. You felt him smile against your skin when you moaned. He started to thrust in and out of you. He stopped kissing you and sat up straight. He was quick to put one of his legs over his shoulder, giving him a better angle. With every moan you made he thrusted faster inside of you. You heard him starting to mutter things under his breath, but you were too far gone to register what he was saying. His hand sought out your clit and you cried from pleasure when he started to stroke it lightly. ‘Please, Loki please make me cum’ you begged him. A little bit surprised that the words left your mouth before you could think about it. Loki seemed to be very pleased with your reaction and puts more pressure on your clit. He himself started to moan and you knew he was as close as you are. After a few more thrusts you walls clenched around his cock and you came hard. It triggered Loki’s own orgasm and you felt his seed spilled inside of you.

Loki pulled out of you and cleaned the both of you up with a hand gesture. That was an upside of Loki having his magic back you thought. He shimmered himself a pair of pyjama pants and laid down in your bed. You just stared at him ‘You’re staying?’ you asked him. He laid on his back, a hand behind his head, looking up at you. ‘Of course, I am’ he said, like you were stupid to even think otherwise. ‘I do suggest you wear something tonight, or you won’t be getting any sleep’ he purred. Not really sure how to get him out of your bed, you decided to let him sleep in your bed for this one time. You grabbed your own pyjama from underneath your pillow. It existed of a pair of black shorts and a red top. You were staring at the top and back at Loki. He was having an amused look on his face, wondering what you were going to do. After you put on the shorts you still were holding the red top. Loki cocked an eyebrow, giving you a ‘really?’-look. When you saw it you quickly threw the top on the ground and got under the blankets with him. He pulled you close so your head was on his chest. ‘Good girl’ he whispered. You snuggled closer to him when he said that, hearing him chuckle. He started to stroke your back and play with your hair, making you fall asleep fast.

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