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gothicthundraog · 15 hours ago

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Obviously because of and heavily inspired by the wonderful @flowery-laser-blasts! I hope you enjoy.

FFN | Ao3

AVOIDANCE

Avoidance

The sound of chatter and different mechanical and questionable noises filled the massive rented land space as the sun broke through the clouds that had threatened rain all morning. Occasionally the sound of water crashing beyond the tree line reminded Shego that they were so close to a beach she could almost taste salt in the air. However, the salt she was tasting was from an Ion Emerger- thing? She rolled her eyes and looked to where Drakken had stepped away from her to look at whatever Henchco vendors were selling. She made eye-contact with the man dressed as a medieval mad scientist and narrowed her eyes, igniting her hand casually. The vendor stopped his selling pitch and sputtered through either a lie or over-exadurated about it being a prototype that was unstable.

"Why would they even be peddling some subpar salt gun if its not even ready," muttered Drakken as he returned to her side.

"The real question is," began Shego as she fixed his hat, "Why are we at a themed Henchco Product Fair when we could literally be anywhere in the world?

"Because Shego," replied Drakken confidently, "Villainy or not, its a good place to get inspiration or stay ahead of the game."

"So we aren't here for villainous purposes?" asked Shego as they began walking again.

Drakken shook his head but gave her a devious smirk.

"I mean never say never, Shego," he hummed. Shego snorted and moved closer to him.

"Here I thought we we're here for either that or smug bragging rights," said Shego as she looked at his gold medallion that had been fixed to look part of his costume.

"I mean, that too," said Drakken. Shego's arm laced with his, "What's success without smug face rubbing in."

Shego ignored his poor sentence and instead looked around as they walked, leaning against his shoulder.

"Another question?" asked Shego as she watched someone making a glowing sword, "Why is it a medieval theme?"

"Bring in some flavor and fun," mused Drakken. Shego looked at him and there was a beat, "Oh, its for sure a shtick. I don't think Henchco has been doing well as of late."

"Try not to look gleeful about it," laughed Shego, "But why did we dress up?"

"Wimsey," chuckled Drakken.

"Wimsey?" breathed Shego, "So its not because you wanted to dress up as a pirate?"

"We needed to be on theme, Shego," Drakken's free arm smoothed his frock coat. He looked her up and down, "You dressed up."

Shego scoffed.

"I wasn't about to look like an idiot walking next to you," she answered and then smirked, "More than normal."

"Oh haha," Drakken rolled his eyes but his smirk remained until he looked ahead of them, "Tho, I must admit I am perturbed by one thing."

Shego followed his gaze and let out an agitated groan to where several people were rocking the new trendy costume look as of late... them. The poorly blue painted faces, the ghastly greens were supposed to be in favor but here especially, it felt like a mockery. It had been common after the Lowardian indecent at costume parties for a while but had died off. Unfortunately several tabloids, villain included, had recently ran an Anniversary Special that had been far too personal and while it was a surge in funds and projects, it was also a catalyst to the current annoyance before them.

She glared at a few of the women dressed as mock versions of her and whispered.

"Is that was my hair looks like?" she scowled.

"Not at all," Drakken stated and then made his own observation, "Is that what mine looks like?"

"Oh no," she gave him a confident smirk and patted his arm, "Yours is much worse."

She watched his angry pout ghost across his face before chuckling and fixing his ponytail and rolling her eyes.

"I still cant believe you're using clip in hair extensions for this monstrosity," she teased as she fixed the now very long ponytail.

"You said you liked it," stated Drakken.

"You'd think you would have caught onto my charming sarcasm after all these years," she mused. Drakken grumbled under his breath, "I'm kidding."

"Then or now?" asked Drakken as they resumed walking passed the gaggle of others.

Shego gave a playful look and shrugged before linking arms with him again. They barely made it several feet and avoided a very vocal vendor before Drakken practically swung her around the opposite way with her arm linked in his.

"Oh no its him," she heard Drakken mutter.

"What was that?" asked Shego in shock as his arm slid from hers and moved to the mid of her back and began walking them towards the blacksmith area, "Excuse me-"

"He almost saw us," muttered Drakken as they reached the blacksmith, "Oh, those glowing swords are fun."

"No sword," stated Shego as she looked around them, "Who saw us? We don't still owe Hench money do we?"

"No," said Drakken as he looked at a design, "This one has a dragon-"

"You don't need a weapon," Shego brushed off, "Who are we avoiding?"

"I think it would pull off the look," Drakken evaded her question.

"Drakken-"

"Shhh- Don't pull attention," Drakken hushed and glanced behind her.

Shego followed his gaze back to all their mockery lookalikes to see a photographer in Henchco gear snapping pictures.

"Oh, its just a photographer," scoffed Shego, "We literally stopped three times at a restaurant yesterday because you wanted them to get you 'Good angle' which doesn't exist."

Drakken gave her a look that was between annoyed and pout.

"They got your good angle," she waved her hand dismissively, "Fine, we avoid the photographer... No sword."

"But..." Drakken held it up and indicated to the blue glow and the silver dragon.

She sighed in defeat.

"Fine," Shego pulled out his wallet from her sidebag, "You know that coat has pockets."

"They are full," said Drakken. Shego narrowed her eyes, "The had a lot of samples at that one table."

"Did you take all the little mini weapons?" asked Shego. Drakken didn't make eye-contact with her, "I think they only meant one or two to take."

"They didn't specify," hummed Drakken as he tied his new accessory to his belt, "Well I feel like this completes the look- We have to go."

"Sure it does- Hey!" Shego yelped as Drakken grabbed her hand and pulled them along the vendors, "I didn't get our change."

"They can keep it," stated Drakken as she ducked behind a stand.

"If we're throwing away money now, I would like to pitch-" she began and he cut her off.

"We will get those glowing dice okay," he huffed, "No idea why you want them."

"I have not idea why you needed a sword or why we are hiding," muttered Shego. She looked passed Drakken at the photographer and froze, "Is that Lu-"

His gloved hand covered her mouth and he held a panicked expression.

"Don't say his name... I think he can sense it," said Drakken.

Shego rolled her eyes but looked to see that the photographer was in fact, Lucre. She had many questions, like why he was there dressed up in a Henchco theme jester outfit with a staff badge? What were the odds of this? Why Drakken's hand still hadn't moved? She yanked his hand off her mouth.

"There are a dozen other blue pirate morons-" Shego's reassurance that Lucre might not even notice them was cut off as Drakken began moving again.

"Quick, quick," he hastened and moved towards the food court, "He saw us."

"So, I doubt- oh," Shego looked behind them to see Lucre with a broad grin as he followed behind them, dodging through people, "Okay he saw us."

"I just said that," hissed Drakken as they turned towards where people were testing out plasma cannons, "The last thing I want is to explain myself or entertain him as to why we're here."

"He might not know its us," Shego couldn't help but smirk, "Play dumb and pretend your someone else... should be pretty easy for you."

"He knows," growled Drakken, "My one time forced roommate turned stalker isn't stupid. He would recognize his hero in any disguise."

"Dangerously close to oxymoron," she muttered under her breath and sighed, "Can we at least not run through cannon fire to avoid him."

"Honestly I'd rather be taken out by one of these than deal with several hours of mindless chatter from-" Drakken glanced to their left, "He's walking through the fire towards us."

Shego looked to see Lucre grinning and waving as he in fact nearly got hit by several plasma cannon rays.

"The oxymoron statement is becoming more clear," stated Shego as Drakken and her moved swiftly through the electric archery zone, "Go around them, bot through them."

Shego pulled Drakken left instead of the straight path he was taking. They cut through some annoyed vendor booths and doubled back their original way, moving through the gaggle of copycats from before.

"Great Costume!"

"Oh wow, they look so much like them."

"I like you're hair."

"You couldn't even see the makeup lines on him."

We're a few statement among the painted faced groups but they just gave forced smiles and nods as they made their way back to where they left off before Lucre had been spotted.

"Alright, lets get our change and my dice and go from there," sighed Shego as they marched back to the blacksmith.

"I think we've lost him for now," sighed Drakken.

"You'd think he would have got the hint," scoffed Shego as she successfully retrieved their change. She took off one of her gloves to undo the clasp on her bag to place the change in, "But if Lucre's anything, its annoying and persistent."

"Don't say his- Gah!" Drakken gasped as he looked behind Shego, "Run."

Shego looked to see Lucre a few people off and clearly gunning towards them.

Maybe that name thing is real-

Shego moved swiftly along with Drakken. Her hand firmly in his as they rounded another corner and caused a juggler to drop their spiked balls on someone's foot, darted passed several fire suite testing stilt walkers who were knocked into a flammable vendors hut, through a crowd of people posing with cheap laser guns and caused one to fire right into the mead truck causing a small alcohol flood. Shego looked back at the carnage as they made their way through the trees and towards the beach area. The chatter and sounds now replaced by yells, screams, and splashing.

"We can hide in the bushes and once we know its clear- Hovercar," Drakken stated firmly, oblivious to the chaos behind them, "We will get the dice before we leave, okay."

"Right, that's I'm concern about," Shego rolled her eyes and was about to gesture to the fire stream formed by the mead, "I think we-"

A voice from the trees cut them off.

"Hi you two!" grinned Lucre.

Drakken screamed and Shego held her bag like a weapon.

"I have been trying to track you two down," Lucre pulled up his camera, "You're costumes are the best one's I have seen ever. I thought you two were actually Dr. Drakken and Shego but they would have stopped to say hello."

"Right," muttered Shego as she lowered her bag. Drakken lowered his stance and Shego shoved his hands off where he'd been reaching for his sword, "Oh my goodness, thank you."

Shego cringed at her own forced chipper voice and she nudged Drakken.

"Uh," he cleared his throat as he tried to alter it, "We so totally appreciate it, dawg."

Shego cringed at his bad attempt and choice of wording. Lucre looked between to two hesitantly before deciding to believe them.

"Yes, right... dawgs," Lucre cringed at his own word choice, "I'm actually here with Henchco today doing photos and videos for their new website launch on the events- I have a card here."

"Don't worry, we know who you are," Drakken muttered. Shego nudged him, "We don't need no card... gee."

"Oh, Really?" Lucre's eyes lit up and he grinned, "Oh boy! I'm so happy someone knows me! I guess I have started to become a bit more famous in the villainy aspect.

"Or maybe more infamous!" Drakken chimed in, sweat on his brow, "Ha-ha-ha!"

Shego nudged Drakken hard as Lucre fiddled with camera.

"Shush, don't give away your identity," hissed Shego in Drakken's ear, "And stop the weird slang."

"As I was trying to say, I would really love to get a picture or video of you two for the website," said Lucre.

Drakken and Shego looked at each and shrugged.

"Okay," they both said in their fake voices.

Shego shook her back of black and green glowing dice as they flew the hovercar home late that night. She glanced at Drakken who had placed their vehicle on autopilot and was looking at something on his screen with narrowed eyes.

"We're on the front page," he muttered under his breath.

"Hmm?" asked Shego as she tossed the dice back in her bag and looked at her chipped nail, "How'd I chip my nail- what front page?"

"On Henchco's new website," said Drakken as he held up what was clearly them on the thumbnail of a video.

Shego groaned and rolled he eyes.

"Why did we sign that consent form," whined Drakken, "At least we look alright but... oh Killigan's already messaging me about it- Great!"

"If we hadn't signed it, Lu- He would have to hunted us down for it all day," sighed Shego as she picked at the nail.

"Or we could have just left," sighed Drakken as he placed his screen down and looked at her.

"Oh no," muttered Shego as she looked at her hands.

"What?" asked Drakken, who was reaching in his pockets.

Shego began frantically looking in her bag and in her own non-ecistant pockets.

"What's happening?" asked Drakken as Shego checked her back a second time and even inside his wallet.

"I lost my glove," scoffed Shego. She glared at Drakken, "Because someone decided to level a medieval village to avoid Lucre."

"Oh, that's all," sighed Drakken, "We will get you new gloves- I did not level anything and don't say his name."

"We are thousands of feet in the air and miles away, he is not-" Shego was cut off by a horn sound from the road below, "There is no way..."

"I told you not to say his name," hissed Drakken as he looked below them and gave a half wave, "Quick, change."

"What do you mean change," asked Shego as she looked to see Lucre below them presumable waving them down, "Just stop waving and keep flying. Ignore him like normal."

"I can't do it another time today," sighed Drakken, "There's nothing left to level and we are in the air... given todays antics, we might crash if we dont apease him."

"You act like he's an entity of chaos or something," sighed Shego.

Drakken gave her a side eye before he picked up the phone that was beeping.

"I'm not the one who keeps summoning him," muttered Drakken who hit answer before Shego could retort.

She sighed and began taking off her earrings and wondering if she'd even packed another outfit but before she could look, Drakken waved her off as if to tell her not to bother to change and ended the call.

"Don't need to change?" asked Shego. Drakken shook his head as he took over flying the hovercar, "Good because I don't think we packed a change of clothes."

"Lucre found your missing glove," said Drakken as he turned the hovercar.

"Oh great," smiled Shego. Then her smile faltered, "He knew it was us?"

"Oh yes... though he was impressed by our ability to act... Especially your valley-like deflection," said Drakken.

"I can do better acting," scoffed Shego, "I was just taken by surprise... why are we landing?"

"We're getting your glove," sighed Drakken, "And probably a headache."

Shego groaned and sunk in her seat as they landed next to Lucre's car.

"Hi... dawgs," grinned Lucre as he waved at them with Shego's glove.

Shego gave a half wave, knowing full well she was about to spend the next few hours on the side of the road while Drakken and Lucre chatted and wondering if she could get a food delivery to the side of the road. She looked at the sun setting in the tree lines and the woods around them and towards the overpass Lucre had pulled off of. Drakken and Lucre in full animated conversion.

How does this keep happening to me.

How indeed, lol.

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