#blasts open a door with it. breaks crates with it.

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didnt want to waste ammo so i just rocket blasted each individual combine.

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✷ ◟ LAZY DAYS & LOADED TENSION ৎ᠀

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SYNOPSIS. a lazy day with dean takes an unexpected turn when the tension ignites into an intense, passionate moment between you.

WARNING(S). heated make out session | f!reader | grinding | telepathic!reader | playful banter | ass squeezing (?) | domestic fluff | best friends to lovers / idiots in love trope | reader's a HUGE britney spears fan | older!dean | movie date | mentions of the DEAN CAVE | mentions of a gun | filthy semi-smut.

KARI'S 🗒️ NOTES. this was all heavily inspired by bree's & nat's lil monster <3 who i oh so love sososo much❗️get ready for some actual smut between these two on dean's bday (JAN 24) so for the next three days u will only be getting the cutesy awkward stuff (except for this one).

it's a lazy day in the bunker, one of those rare moments where the world outside seems to pause, letting you all take a breath. sam had gone out for his usual morning run, leaving dean behind, who you know is likely at the table cleaning his guns. bolt is curled up in his crate by your nightstand, fast asleep, his little nose twitching occasionally as he dreams.

you, on the other hand, are in your own little world. britney spears' gimme more is blasting through your earbuds, taking you somewhere far from the dimly lit bunker. your feet are bare, toenails painted a soft baby pink, and you're swaying to the music as you tidy up your cluttered room. you're wearing light blue high-waisted mom jeans, slightly loose around the ankles but hugging your hips perfectly, and a white baby tee with nothing underneath. the cool air in the room makes it so your nipples peek through the thin fabric, but you don't care—it's just you, after all.

your hair is set in pink plastic rollers, bouncing slightly as you move around, shimmying your hips to the beat of the song. you're lost in the lyrics, mouthing along as you pick up bottles of hair products, tossing them into a little basket by your tiny vanity.

the door to your room is open, but you don't think much of it. it's just dean here, and he's doing his own thing. you spin around slightly, half-dancing as you grab another bottle of mousse from your bed, when you feel it—a slight rub against your hip.

your body freezes, your heart jumping into your throat. instinct kicks in immediately, and you yank the earbuds out of your ears, the sound of britney's voice cutting off abruptly. your hand flies to the drawer of your tiny vanity where dean's gun sits, the weight of it familiar in your hands as you whip around, aiming it at whoever—or whatever—is behind you.

"whoa, whoa! easy there, sweetheart!"

the voice is low and familiar, and it takes you a second to realize it's dean. his hands are up in mock surrender, a calm look on his face as he steps closer, gently lowering the gun in your trembling hand.

"dean!" you scold, your voice coming out in a mix of relief and irritation. "what the fuck? you scared the crap out of me!"

he smirks, clearly amused by your reaction, though there's a softness in his eyes that lets you know he didn't mean to startle you. "sorry. didn't think you'd pull a gun on me."

you huff, setting the weapon on your vanity as you glare at him. "what do you want?"

he shrugs, leaning casually against the vanity like he doesn't have a care in the world. "finished cleaning my guns. thought we could watch a movie or something."

you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. "you interrupted my britney spears concert for a movie?"

he chuckles at that, the sound low and warm. "yeah, well, figured you could use a break from… whatever this is." he gestures vaguely to the rollers in your hair and the half-empty bottles of hair and makeup products scattered around your room.

you roll your eyes but can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "fine, but give me a minute. i need to take these out and clean up."

"don't take too long," he says, pushing off the vanity and heading out the door and over to the dean cave.

once he's gone, you shake your head in amusement, pulling the rollers out one by one. your hair falls into soft, bouncy curls, the kind that make you feel like you've stepped straight out of an '80s movie. you run your fingers through them, fluffing them up a bit as you glance at yourself in the mirror. satisfied, you clean up the rest of the mess in your room before heading out, walking barefoot down the hall toward the dean cave.

you walk on your tiptoes, your curls bouncing with each step as you run a hand through them, feeling lighter than you have in days. when you step into the dean cave, you stop short, your mouth falling open slightly.

dean has gone all out.

the coffee table is covered in snacks—your favorite peanut m&ms, kettle corn popcorn, and a glass of wine poured into one of the fancy glasses you love so much. there's beer for him, of course, and a few of his own snacks off to the side. the couch has been replaced with a new, large u-shaped one, big enough for the two of you to sprawl out comfortably.

he's already sitting there, legs propped up on the coffee table, a beer in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in his lap. his other arm is draped casually across the back of the couch, and when he sees you standing in the doorway, his lips curl into a smug smirk.

"what do you think?" he asks, his voice teasing but with an undertone of pride.

you shake your head, a giddy laugh escaping your lips as you walk over to him. "you really know how to spoil a girl, winchester."

"only the best for you, sweetheart," he says, his tone half-joking but his eyes soft as they follow your movements.

you sit down beside him, tucking your legs underneath you as you reach for your glass of wine. the two of you settle in, the movie starting up on the screen as you sip your drink and munch on popcorn.

a few minutes in, you realize you've unconsciously gravitated toward him, your shoulder brushing against his as you lean against the couch. his arm stays where it is, draped across the back, his fingers just barely grazing your shoulder.

and then, somehow, everything shifts.

you're not sure how it happens, but one moment you're watching the movie, and the next you're straddling him, your fingers tangled in his flannel as his hands grip your hips.

his lips crash against yours, the kiss messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue as the two of you lose yourselves in each other. your hands roam over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his t-shirt, while his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing firmly as you grind against him.

the friction is almost too much, denim against denim creating a delicious pressure that has you moaning into his mouth. his tongue tangles with yours, the kiss growing more heated by the second, and you can feel the slight scruff of his beard scraping against your skin in a way that only makes you want him more.

your breathing is heavy, your lips swollen as you pull back for a moment, but his hands keep you in place, his grip firm but not rough.

"you're so beautiful, baby, so fucking gorgeous," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire.

you don't respond—not with words, at least. instead, you crash your lips against his again, pouring everything you’ve been holding back into the kiss.

saliva drips down your chins from the intensity of it all, but neither of you care. all that matters is this moment, the weight of his hands on your body, the taste of him on your tongue, and the way he's making you feel like you're the only thing in the world that matters.

and for now, that's enough.

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Silk and Gold

Marvel | Starker

When a train robbery goes wrong, Peter takes the blame a man's death. Weeks pass while Peter hides out from Sheriff Stane and his men, but eventually it becomes clear that he'll never be able to go home unless he can get them off his back. Anthony Stark is notorious in the crime world and getting Peter out of trouble would be child's play for him, but he doesn't just give things like that away for free. Gold and silk mean little to a man who can take whatever he wants.

Rating: Explicit

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Warnings/tags: romnoncon/coercion, humiliation, pain kink, first time, rough sex, face slapping, breed kink, size kink, minor character death, western AU

They knew the dynamite would give them away, they just didn't know how quickly the sheriff and his men would be on them. It took longer than Peter expected for the train to stop even as it crashed. It continued to skid an impressive distance, tearing apart the ground beneath it. Peter and his posse cheered as it finally came to a stop beside the blasted tracks. It was gonna cost the rail company a pretty penny to replace all of this. After they refused to hire Peter on for so many months and left him hungry and lost, he reckoned they deserved the trouble it got them.

Harry went right for the cargo while MJ went to fish the stunned conductor from the wreckage. He was banged up good, but alive. She tied his arms to his back and marched him away from the train in case it blew. Peter figured it was good for Harry to bring his wife along for jobs like this. Kept him righteous.

He joined his friend in the cargo car. Harry has the biggest smile on his face.

"Look at this! Nothing but fine jewelry and look!" He held up a sheer white scarf. "Silk all the way from China. Do you know what this is worth?"

"Hope it's worth as much as gold since that's what you promised me." Peter looked around the crates. They were chest high and stuffed to the brim with goods.

Harry scoffed and tossed him something. Peter caught it in his hands. The gold gleamed in the low sunlight. "A pocket watch? What's the point in making something like that out of gold?"

Harry laughed. "What you gotta learn, Pete, is that the people who have gold want to show it off. Leaving it in a vault for folk like us to break in and steal? Where's the fun in that? No, they want everyone to see what they've got and writhe with jealousy."

"Writhe?"

"Yeah it's like... squirming in pain. Writhe."

Peter nodded. He pushed open another crate and started digging in. Scarfs, skirts, watches, and necklaces all were stuffed into his bag. Then they heard MJ call.

"It's the sheriff! They're on us!" she shrieked.

They both jumped and ran to the door. Sure enough five horses were barreling their way. Peter looked for his own and found it far out of reach. If he whistled it would only reach him as the sheriff did. They might even shoot her down.

MJ appeared at the back of the train car, sitting atop her and Harry's horse. He climbed on behind her.

"Come on, Pete!" He offered his hand.

Peter looked at the horse, then back at the sheriff. She could handle the weight if only for a mile or two. They just needed to get away. He grabbed Harry's hand and jumped up behind him. He clung to his friend's chest as they both leaned in.

Bullets pinged off the metal of the train. Harry took out his gun and fired back.

"Don't hit them!" MJ warned.

"I'm not, I'm not," Harry soothed. "Just tryin' to keep them back."

"It's not working," she huffed.

Peter clenched his jaw. They were too heavy. The mare wasn't strong enough. The longer they drew this out, the weaker she would be. If he let go now, she might have enough in her for them to get away.

So he let go.

"Pete!" Harry called. He reached back for him, but Peter slipped back right off the horse's rear. Harry screamed his name.

Peter hit the ground and rolled as best as he could, but the angle was wrong and he still twisted his ankle. At least nothing felt broken. He sprinted for the nearby hills.

MJ turned the horse around. Peter waved her off, silently begging her to go. They'd follow the easier the target. Or better yet, they might split up. Either way, that horse was fast and she knew this area well. They'd be okay.

Peter could just make out her frustrated huff as Harry convinced her to go.

He kept running. A bullet struck the ground not far from his hip, but he didn't look back. There were two behind him, maybe three. They were gaining fast, aiming for his legs. But they didn't reach him before he reached the hills.

"Peter Parker! We know that's you, boy!" The sheriff called across the distance. "Stop now before this gets ugly!"

His anxious stomach didn't care for that idea, but he kept running anyway, right into the old mine shaft. It had been abandoned for only a few years now. The place was overrun with snakes and the miners had left after the third death. He couldn't be sure if they would follow him inside or that they wouldn't try to stake him out, but he couldn't outrun a horse.

The mine sloped down, blocking out the light from above. Peter slowed to a quick walk until finally he couldn't see past the end of his nose and he stopped. He squatted down in the dark and felt around in the dirt. His hands found the cold metal of an old mine cart. Careful not to make a sound, he crawled behind it.

"Parker!" the sheriff called as he reached the entrance. He heard one of the horses whinny.

"Careful, Sheriff. There's snakes in there. Horses can tell," one of his men said.

"The only snake in there is Peter Parker," he huffed. "And I ain't leavin without him."

Peter jumped as a loud sound came from not too far away. He felt the slightest tremble in the ground.

"What the hell?" someone said.

"Down there! The base of the mountain is smoking!"

"That damned Osborn. He set off an avalanche!" the sheriff said.

"What about the others? They could have killed them. They could need our help."

"Dammit!" They were quiet for a moment. "Alright. You stay here and wait for the boy to come out. We'll go and check it out. Do not leave until you have him. Ya hear?"

"Yes, sir."

Two horses galloped away. It was silent. Then he heard feet shuffling in the dirt and an irritated huff. Peter leaned his head back against the cart. No one seemed keen on following himself at least. He could rest for a few minutes. He hoped the others were okay. They'd probably done that for him. Too bad it would be for nothing if he couldn't get away.

He couldn't see any deeper into the shaft. There was only the light behind and slightly above him. He could feel a breeze coming up from below. Somewhere down there must have been a second entrance, but it was too dark to see and he'd never been that deep.

"Come on out already! We already know how this ends!" the man at the entrance hollered. "Either you get bit down there or you come crawling out and we drag you down to the jailhouse."

Peter didn't respond.

"Unless you've been bit already..."

He just breathed. Thinking. There had to be a way out of this. He'd done this plenty of times before. There was only one of them. The only problem was that Peter didn't have a gun. He didn't like the things. It seemed wrong to kill a man so impersonally. Killing shouldn't be easy. Not that he wanted to kill anyone.

He got an idea.

"Alright, you win!" he called up. "I'm coming out! Just don't shoot!"

"Why the change of heart?" he called back suspiciously.

"I heard something moving down there. I don't know what it is, but better a jail cell then a rattler!"

"Yeah? Come on out then."

Peter stood and shuffled his feet around in the dirt. After a moment he cried out.

"My foot! It's stuck! I stepped in a hole or something!"

"That ain't my problem. You got yourself in there."

"Please! There's something in here! I can't move!"

The man sighed. "Dammit... you better not be pullin’ my leg."

Peter stayed hidden behind the cart as he heard him approach. "Thank you! You're a good man!"

"Yeah yeah- holy hell..." the man stopped. Peter's heart sank as he heard it. A rattle.

"Aw fuck! You tricked me! You damned bastard! When I get ahold of you I'm gonna put on between your eyes and push right into the bottom of this mine. Stane won't know what happened to ya!"

"Shut up!" Peter hissed. "You're gonna piss it off. I didn't know it was there, okay? I was bluffing."

"You're a liar and a coward, Peter Parker!" The rattling stopped. The man took a step and it started up again. "To hell with this."

Peter flinched at the sound of a gunshot. There were two more. Then the man screamed. Peter closed his eyes. The gun shots stopped, but the screaming continued.

He peeked around the cart. He couldn't see much, just a shadow of something squirming. Slowly, he came out of his hiding place.

"You alright?" he asked.

The man sobbed.

Peter approached slowly. There was no rattling. No signs of any snakes. As he came close, he could see that the man was pale in the face. He clutched at his chest. There was a lot of blood. The thing had bit him multiple times on the legs and hands. As he came close, the man collapsed. He was still breathing, but he needed a doctor.

He could hear horses in the distance. There was no time for sympathy. Stane would find him and take care of him surely. He had to worry about himself for now. He'd be okay.

Peter ran from the mine. Behind him he heard the tell tale rattle, but nothing bit at his ankles. Lucky.

He found the deputy's horse a few paces from the mine. It must have balked when it heard the snake. It didn't mind Peter climbing onto its back and let him ride it back toward town. He rode for a while, sometimes doubling back, leaving a mess of tracks in the dry soil. Then he rode off into the pastures.

He managed to hide out for a few days before someone spotted him and sent Stane after him. He couldn't go back to MJ's farm while Stane was looking for him, so he left town altogether. Only to find that the next town over had already been alerted about the train robbery. And not just the robbery, but the dead deputy, too. Sheriff Stane blamed him. Despite the obvious snake bites and the fact that Peter was far from a snake charmer, he was still wanted for murder. Everyone was looking for him and once he was caught, he'd be hanged. He had nowhere to run.

The golden pocket watch bought him a room and some food and the silence of a gruff old man who didn't seem to care who he was or what he was up to. Then he was on the run again. But he couldn't run forever.

That's how he ended up back home. He kept his head down. The brim of his hat shaded his face. His heart pounded. He'd heard word that the sheriff and his crew were out dealing with bandits down by the mill outside of town. Even if someone recognized him and wanted to turn him in, they couldn't. So long as no one wanted to take the law into their own hands. But it wasn't as if he'd hurt anyone.

He'd hear whispers in his travels about a man thought of as a king among criminals. He'd never met Anthony Stark in person, but he was notorious in his town. Despite being a gangster, the law looked the other way when it came to Stark. If only because he owned the only brothel for miles around. Others swore he'd saved all sorts of criminals from fates as grim as the noose. Appealing to Stark might just be his only chance.

Peter entered through the swinging doors. Inside seemed nothing more than a dimly lit saloon. A woman tended the bar. She was beautiful with a face caked in paints and powders and her hair done up in curls that fell around her round face. She smiled kindly as he entered.

"Can I help you, mister?" she asked sweetly.

Across the room, a man played a soft and soothing tune on the piano. A patron was asleep with his head down on a table and four empty bottles beside his head. Peter approached the bar.

"Yes, ma'am, I hope so. I'm looking for Mr. Stark."

Her smile fell. Her eyes ran over him coldly. "A boy like you?" she tsked. "What'd he rope you into?"

Peter shook his head. "Nothing like that, ma'am. I just need his help."

She laughed bitterly. "Oh sure. I suppose you just need him to help you patch your momma's fencing." She rolled her eyes. "It ain't none of my business. I work up front so I ain't gotta know."

With her hands on the bar she looked at a door at the back of the room. "Let me just see if he's available, alright kid?"

"Thank ya, ma'am." Peter nodded his head politely. He leaned against the bar as she walked away. His heart raced. Sure, he was a criminal himself but that was largely out of necessity. He'd tried doing things the honest way. Stark was different. They said his father had been a gangster and his father before him. They were criminals before they'd even crossed the pond.

The woman returned to the bar. "He says he'll see you, but don't waste his time," she sighed. "He's been awful bored lately. Mind you don't piss him off. He'll take great pleasure in making you regret it. He might cure his boredom using you for target practice."

"Thanks." Peter swallowed, doing his best to shove his anxiety down with it. He walked past the bar and into the next room.

It was a large bedroom. As big as MJ's whole house. One massive bed sat against one wall along with a desk and a wardrobe. On the other side of the room was a couple of sofas in front of a fireplace. A man sat in a chair facing the door. On the table beside him was a book and a glass of whiskey with little more than a drop left at the bottom.

"Mr. Stark?"

"That's me," the man said. He crossed one leg over the other. His jaw rested against his knuckles as he examined him.

"It's nice to meet you, sir. My name's Peter Parker." He stepped forward and offered his hand, but the man didn't move so he let it fall.

"I know. Who else would be so desperate as to come to me?" He smiled. "I'm awful scary, ain't I?"

Peter smiled back. "You seem decent to me, sir. I hear you're someone to admire."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, sir. They say you're brilliant. But I didn't come here just to flatter you, sir." Peter opened up his bag. He froze as Stark pointed his gun at him. "I'm not armed, I swear."

"You just show me what you got, nice and slowly."

Peter nodded. Shaking, he pulled a silk scarf from the bag. "See? I took a few things from that train a couple weeks back. It's all yours if you help me."

"You did an awful lot more than rob a train. They say that deputy died quite a slow, awful, death. A bit of silk can't get you out of the pinch you're in."

"I know that. There's plenty more. I went and buried it, but I'll show you where if you promise to help me. Please, sir."

Stark didn't look impressed, but he put his gun away. His eyes seemed to roam Peter's body. Perhaps he was bored already.

"Listen, I have tons more silk, just like this one. And jewelry, too. Diamonds and gold, a pearl necklace..."

Stark rose from his seat and walked towards him, one heavy step at a time, as Peter babbled. His voice trailed off as they were nose to nose. Stark lifted his hand slowly like you might around a stray animal. His fingers dragged up his throat and up to hold his chin. With the other hand, he took the hat from his head and tossed it onto the bed.

"Baby, I don't want your jewels," he purred.

Peter swallowed. "Then what..." He shivered as he realized. He couldn't mean that could he? But those eyes, those dark and dilated pupils. The way he looked at him with more hunger than he'd ever seen in a man before. Tony's lips curled into a lazy grin as he watched his face.

His hand slid along his jaw to the back of his neck. Peter stood frozen in place as Stark leaned in and pressed their lips together. He'd always heard it was bad etiquette to kiss a whore. It's too intimate. Save it for your wife, they say. He understood why now. Stark kissed like he was savoring the taste of him as if he were the finest wine or the juiciest cut of meat. His lips felt so unexpectedly plump and so enticingly warm. Then they parted so slightly and the tip of his tongue teased the seam of his lips. Peter sighed, longing and deep. Pleasure flowed like whiskey through his blood. It made him feel warm and hazy and found himself reaching for him, kissing him back with a hand on his waist.

When realized what he was doing, where he was, and why. He pushed him back, taking a step back, himself.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," he gasped, panic jolting through him. "I can't- I-"

"Do you want my help or not?" He looked at him, both eyebrows raised. His face was flushed. "I hate to ask twice."

Peter swallowed. He straightened his back. "No, sir. I'm sorry. I'll find some other way."

"Think you can bribe Stane with those pretty silks of yours? He can just take them off your corpse when they're done hanging you, sweetheart."

He took another step back. His heart pounded in his ears. "I'm sorry," he said again. Then he backed out the door. He ran through the bar and back outside.

The afternoon sun blazed against his face. He was still holding the scarf in one hand and people were staring. He stuffed it into his bag and hurried down the street. He had to find somewhere to hide for the night, get out of town in the morning. Maybe he'd be better off heading east. He could use the jewelry to buy a train ticket. He was mapping it all out in his mind, putting a new plan together when someone pulled a sack right over his head.

Peter lashed out, swinging his fists, but someone grabbed him around the middle.

"Just you hold still," they laughed.

"You ain't goin nowhere!" said another. They dragged him, kicking and fighting, down the dirt road. He couldn't see, but he felt it when his feet hit the wooden deck. They dragged him inside, out of the sun and into somewhere stuffy.

"Let me go!" he screamed.

"Alright, here ya go," someone mocked. He heard metal clanking. Someone yanked his bag off his shoulders and over his head. Then they shoved him.

He fell face first, catching himself on his hands and spraining his wrist. He yanked the sack off of his head and turned around to see three men slamming the cell door. They turned the key in the lock.

"You've got a lot of nerve comin' 'round here, Parker," one of them jeered. He looked scruffy and his clothes were spotted with sweat stains.

"Don't you know how much Stane is offering for ya? We're all takin’ our retirement tomorrow," another one said. This one had sun dark skin that was still peeling beneath his eyes. They didn't look any different than your average working men. They had a lot to gain from a bounty. He'd been an idiot to come into town.

"I didn't kill anyone! You're hanging an innocent man," Peter tried.

"That's too bad. We get paid either way. Doesn't matter what the sheriff does with ya."

"Are you sure?" One of the guys said. "What if he's really innocent?"

Another guy laughed. "Yeah, right. He'd say anything to get himself out of there."

The door opened and in walked Obadiah Stane. He smirked when he saw Peter in the cell.

"Nice work, fellas. Go and talk to Beck about your payment."

They hurried off without so much as a look back at Peter. Then it was just the two of them alone.

"Thought you'd got away with it did ya, Parker?"

"I didn't kill him. You know I didn't. You have to. You saw what that snake did to him."

Stane looked surprised, but Peter didn't buy it. "Snake? No, you hacked him up like the lunatic you are and dumped the pieces in the bottom of that mine."

"You can't do this! I'll tell the judge everything!"

"What judge?" Stane chuckled. "Don't ya know he's out of town? Been gone a week now already. Won't be back for a month or two. And I ain't waitin' that long. Not when I've got such a cruel, sadistic, killer on my hands." His lips spread into a wide, cruel grin. Then he burst into laughter so strong that he held his belly.

"Someone's gotta pay for this, kid. I ain't sorry that it's you. All you and those Osborns do is cause trouble. Only I can't bother them can I? The town'd have a fit if I messed with Norman's son. You, though, nobody will miss."

Peter swallowed. He was right. He should have thought about that back at the train. Not that he would ever willingly throw Harry to the wolves, but maybe they could have come up with a better plan. "What about the goods? All the jewels and silk that I took? I'll tell you where I hid them if you let me go."

Stane turned around and walked to the desk. He picked up Peter's bag and rifled through it. "There's more out there somewhere, that it?"

"I buried it."

Stane looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Now what would you do a thing like that for, son?"

"I'm not just gonna walk around with valuables like that on my person. I'm not an idiot."

"Aren't you just?" Stane chuckled. He patted the bag. "This'll do just fine. It's a steal for me either way. I get to hang the bastard that killed a dear friend and I get a couple of prizes."

"I didn't kill him, Stane!"

The sheriff shrugged. "It was your fault he was in that damned mine, wasn't it? Sounds to me like you killed him."

Peter clenched his teeth. There was nothing he could say and nothing he could do. He sat down on the bench against the wall. Stane left him alone. He kicked his feet up on the desk and took to reading the paper. He wasn't sure how he fell asleep, but a while later, he woke to the feeling of being watched.

The sun was low, now. Dawn or dusk, he wasn't sure, but it was dark. Stane wasn't at his desk, but someone else was looming outside his cell.

"Come to say I told you so?" Peter asked. He sat up on the bench and rubbed the sleep from his face.

Stark smirked. He leaned against the bars. "I didn't come to talk." He held up the key to Peter's cell.

Peter jumped up and ran to the door. "You're getting me out?"

"That depends on you, doesn't it? I know I said I hate to ask twice, but it's a damn shame to let such a pretty thing go without a fight."

Peter paled. He couldn't believe he was still asking, but dammit if he wasn't desperate enough now.

"What do you say, pretty boy?" Tony reached through the bars to pet the side of his face. Two fingers traced the shape of his lips. He had a curious look in his eyes. Peter watched him with a racing heart. Then those fingers pushed past his lips. He didn't know why, but he allowed it. He shivered when he tasted them on his tongue. They pushed back into his throat and Peter swallowed.

"Are you gonna be a good whore for me?" Tony whispered. He thought about telling him no, but the threat of the noose made his blood run cold. He'd do anything and he hated himself for it, but he would. Peter nodded, fingers still between his lips. "Yeah, you are. Look at you."

He took his fingers from his mouth. Peter swayed, off balance by the sudden movement. Tony unlocked the cell and stepped inside. Peter felt cornered as he approached.

"You ever been with a man, Pete?" Peter shook his head. Tony smiled. "Good. I like to play teacher."

Peter backed into the wall as Tony came closer. His fingers touched his lips again. "You seem like a smart kid. I bet you already know what a whore uses this for."

Peter's face grew hot. "Go on, sweetheart. What's it for?" His fingers brushed over his lips, tracing them in circles. Peter closed his eyes and shook his head. The back of Tony's hand battered the side of his face. A startled cry escaped him. His whole body tensed for a fight, but Tony grabbed him by the throat. Peter glared as Tony pried open his jaw and forced his fingers inside, stretching his mouth around four of them.

"What's this fucking hole for, Pete? Huh?"

Peter struggled. He tried to tell him to stop, but his mouth was stretched to its limit as Tony tried to fit his hand in wrist deep. He held it back as long as he could, but two of Tony's fingers brushed the back of his throat and he choked. Tony slapped him again.

"Come on, you're a smart boy." He jerked his arm back and forth like he was fucking his mouth with his fingers. His face was a mess of spit. As he tried to escape, Tony's hand left his neck to grab him by the hair instead. It was much more effective at keeping him still, forcing him to submit. When he stopped struggling, he realized it was much easier if he relaxed. He blinked back tears and looked at the man's face.

"That's a good boy," Tony cooed. "Tell me."

"For..." Peter tried to speak around Tony's hand. Smirking, Tony pulled his fingers out of his mouth and held his chin.

"For sucking your cock, sir."

"Very good," Tony purred. "You're gonna be a good student, aren't ya? You gonna make me proud?"

Peter blushed as he realized the man was waiting for an answer. "Yes, sir," he whispered.

"What was that?" Tony barely tapped his cheek, but Peter still flinched.

"Yes, sir," he said louder.

"Good boy. So where should you be?"

Peter's eyes widened, then they flicked to the floor. It wasn't that he'd thought he was joking, but if he had to go through with it, well, he hadn't counted on being an active participant in his own violation.

He slid down the wall to his knees. He stared firmly at Tony's thighs, hands refusing to move.

"Are you waiting for permission? We're well past that, cock sucker."

Peter pressed his lips together and swallowed down the insult. He focused straight ahead, pushing any singular thought to the back of his mind as he unhooked the man's belt. He slid it through the loops and unzipped his pants. Shame heated his skin, but still he wrapped his hand around Tony's cock and pulled it free, sliding his pants down just enough. He just had to get through this. Then he would be free. He started to pump his cock in his hand, breathing steadily, refusing to react. He could go back to Harry and MJ and finally take them up on that offer to be their farm hand. Even if it was a hand out. It was better than this.

Tony's hand connected with his face again. This time Peter glared up at him, body gone stiff on instinct. Tony grabbed him by the hair, capturing both of his wrists in one hand when he reached for his arm. He shook him, hair tugging at his scalp.

"You're here with me, kid. I don't want any glassy eyed 'close your eyes and dream of London' bullshit, you got me? If you're gonna do it, do it right."

"Sorry, sir," Peter cried. Tony let go of him. He was shaken. The fight fled his system leaving him docile, even tamed.

"Try again," Tony ordered.

Peter tried again, this time focusing on what he was doing. Shame twisted in his stomach like coiling snakes.

"That's much better," Tony praised. He ran his fingers through Peter's hair. "Open up, now."

He let Tony pull him in as he parted his lips. His cock was bigger than he'd thought, forcing him to open wider to take the head into his mouth. He shivered as the salty taste touched his tongue. At least it didn't taste too bad. He focused again before Stark could get mad at him again. He licked all around the head and traced the ridges with his tongue. He wasn't sure he was doing it right, but if he did a decent job, this could be over quicker. He tried sucking on it and running his tongue down the length. None of this seemed to get much of a reaction until he looked up. Their eyes met and he felt it as Tony's cock throbbed against his tongue. His hand tightened just a bit in his hair and he pushed into his mouth just a little bit more.

"Such a pretty thing," Tony sighed. With one hand he pet Peter's cheek. "You want to please me don't you? I can tell."

There was something to his words that made him blush. He tried taking more of him into his mouth, moving up and down his length, all while gazing up at him. It was embarrassing, but Stark seemed to enjoy it. He watched him with those dark, hungry eyes. Rich sighs and moans left his lips. Peter kept going, undeniably proud of himself as he puzzled out what the man liked. He didn't hate it. The friction, the fullness, it felt good. And he liked getting such reactions out of a man so powerful. A man with countless whores at his disposal, no less.

Tony grabbed his hair and stopped him. "Keep your mouth open," he ordered. Then he trust his hips, fucking into his mouth as if it were a cunt. Embarrassment burned even hotter under his skin. It was one thing to suck a man off, but it was another to have his mouth as if he wasn't even attached to it. But he sat, still and obedient, mouth hanging open. Drool ran over his chin and he ignored it. Tony's cock, forced open his throat, drawing obscene noises out of him, but only seemed to make Tony moan, so he didn't protest. He thought for sure the man was close to the edge, for sure it was almost over. And then he stopped and released him.

"Strip and get on the bed."

Peter stared at him for a moment as he tried to decipher what he was being asked. He wiped the drool off his face and stood. He yanked the laces on his boots and kicked them off. Then hesitantly, he started to unbutton his shirt until Tony smacked his hand.

"No. You can't please a man like that, sweetheart. You gotta work a little harder. Go slowly."

Face burning, Peter unbuttoned his shirt while Tony watched. "Good. Now let it roll off your shoulders. There now you can pull it off your arms."

Peter swallowed. The way he looked at him, at his body, felt violating. Almost more so than the way he'd brutalized his throat. He grabbed the back of his undershirt and pulled it over his head, going slowly in hopes of avoiding any more criticism. Right or wrong, Tony allowed it. He stood ogling Peter's toned chest down to his abdomen. His tongue slipped out, running over his bottom lip as he admired his narrow hips.

"Keep going."

He couldn't look at Tony, but he couldn't pretend he hated his eyes on him either. Coerced though he might be, the guy was still handsome, still powerful, still kissed as if he would devour him. He wanted that again.

Peter unhooked his belt and pulled it slowly through the loops. He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly dragged them down to his knees before he let them drop and pushed them aside along with his socks. Then he stood, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his underwear. Bravely, he looked up and met Tony's eye before he pulled them down and added them to the mess on the floor.

It startled him how fast Tony moved and how violently he grabbed him. His fingers dug into his arms and his neck. Their mouths latched together. His back hit the wall, but he didn't care. Tony was kissing him, making him gasp for breath, making him moan when their tongues brushed together. He pressed in closer, pushing Peter harder into the wall. His thigh was against Peter's groin and as he moved, Peter whined, his cock hard and overstimulated by the rough texture of his still open jeans. His hand squeezed his throat. Peter felt like he was melting. There wasn't a thought in his head beyond wanting more.

When Tony stopped, Peter ached for him. "Get on the bench," he ordered. He let Peter go and took a step back. He watched him with predatory eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Peter swallowed. He slowly stepped to the side as he might startle a wild animal. He found the bench and bent over it, bracing himself on his arms. His heart raced. Surely it couldn't be that bad.

"Oh no, baby boy," Tony chuckled. "This is your first time. Lay on your back."

Face burning, Peter turned around and laid back on the hard wood. The bench wasn't long enough to stretch his legs out, forcing him to bend his knees. The embarrassment could have killed him. Tony looked down at him, ogling his body while he stroked his cock. He'd coated it in some kind of lubricant at least. It made a vulgar wet sound as he touched himself. Still it looked huge from this angle. Like it might truly break him in half.

"That's a good boy. I want to make this special for you, sweetheart. Just like a honeymoon." He stepped in between his legs and knelt on the bench. There was barely enough room for the both of them. Tony hiked one of his legs up and put it over his shoulder. Peter's hands went up to cover his face, but Tony pulled them back down.

"None of that. Can't have my beautiful bride hiding away." He winked.

A retort came to his tongue. Then Tony started to push his cock inside him and all Peter could get out of his mouth was, "Ah ah ah," he was split open.

Tony bent and captured his lips. Peter let him have whatever he wanted, following him in the kiss, entirely submissive to his whims. As easily as if he'd flipped a switch, he felt like he had no resistance left. He didn't know if it was the pain or the pleasure that had overwhelmed him, but he was done for.

Tony moaned against his mouth. "You like that don't you? I knew you would. I've got an eye for boys who need to be bred."

"Hurts," Peter gasped.

Tony chuckled. "Does it? Does it hurt, sweetheart? Or does it feel like the best fucking thing that's ever happened to you?" He moved his hip, just a fraction, but Peter wailed. It was good. It was so good. It burned and he felt stretched open and humiliated, but it felt so good. Blindingly good.

His cock just kept going deeper all while Peter could do nothing but moan in pain and pleasure. If you'd asked him, he would have sworn it was in his stomach.

"Look at that," Tony mused. "You're just the right size." He smacked his hips against Peter's ass. His eyes rolled back in his head and for a moment he saw spots. Peter gasped as his cock was touched. The shock of it made him half sit up, moving the cock inside him and melting his brain once again. Tony pushed him back down with a hand on his chest.

"Just relax, pretty boy. You're my playing thing now. I can touch whatever I want. Can't I?"

Peter stared up at him dumbly, words a million miles away. Tony's eyebrow twitched and he knew what was coming but he couldn't move to stop it. His hand struck his cheek. It brought him back to life, if only a little.

"Yes, sir," Peter gasped.

"Yes, sir, what?"

"You can... touch whatever you want... sir."

"That's a good boy." He leaned in closer, folding Peter in half. Peter's eyes widened and his lips fell open as he felt his cock go even deeper. It really hurt now and somehow he loved it. Somehow he wanted more. His fingers dug into the sides of Tony's jeans as he tried to pull him closer.

"You want to be full," he teased. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm gonna fill you up right." His hand wrapped around his throat again. Then he started to move his hips. Peter didn't let go of his jeans though his grip was loose. That cock moving inside him was everything he didn't know he'd ever wanted. Whatever Tony wanted, he could have it as long as he kept fucking him. He'd take up walking on all fours and barking like a dog if he asked him to.

"You've got tears in your eyes, Pete. Did you find god hanging off my cock?" he teased. "You love it, don't you?"

"Yes," Peter gasped, only now, no shame followed the admission. He couldn't feel anything but pleasure. Greedy with it, he reached out and pulled Tony in for another kiss. He felt him grin against his mouth before giving him what he was asking for.

After a moment he stopped and grabbed Peter's wrist, pulling his hand away and pinning it beside his head. He grabbed Peter's hip with the other hand, holding him down as he fucked him hard, as deeply as he could get. Each thrust of his hips made him gasp, the sound of his own voice pitched higher each time, pleasure growing. He barely touched himself before he came, crying out, the sound echoing off the brick walls.

"That's my good boy," Tony purred. "You learn quickly don't you?" He moaned. He moved his hips faster now. It hurt as the pleasure of his orgasm faded, but just like the pain of his cock all the way in his stomach, it felt incredible. He only wanted more.

Peter whimpered, crying like an injured puppy, entirely shameless. He still wanted more. He needed it.

"That must hurt by now," Tony commented. "Don't tell me you like that, too."

Peter chewed his bottom lip. He didn't meet his eyes. Tony grabbed him by the hair, pushing his cock all the way in and holding him there like a fish on a hook.

"Tell me," he growled. He pulled so hard that his eyes watered.

"I liked it," Peter gasped. "I like the pain, sir."

Tony pulled harder and Peter moaned. "Fuck," Tony gasped. He let go of his hair to hold both of his hips. He fucked him like he wanted to snap his spine while all Peter could do was hold on. He slowed only enough to speak.

"Tell me you want me to breed you. Beg me for it."

Peter licked his dry lips. "Please, sir... breed me please," embarrassment broke his voice. "Please, Mr. Stark. I need it, sir." He wrapped his legs around the man's waist, caging him in. Moaning, Tony fucked him deep and finally came. Peter's eyes widened as he realized he could feel it. It was hot and wet and deep in his gut. He moaned and his own cock throbbed, begging for more. He stroked himself while Tony came inside him. When Tony realized what he was doing, he grinned lazily.

"What a little whore," he teased. "Keep going, sweetheart. Make yourself cum for me. Getting bred was more than you could handle, huh? Fucking cock hole." He grabbed him by the hair again and Peter moaned, cumming hard, his whole body shivering. He melted into a limp puddle beneath him.

Tony gave him another kiss. He almost wanted to cry as clarity returned to him. What the hell had he just done?

Peter cleared his throat. "Am I free now, sir? You'll get me out?"

Tony smiled. "Oh, you're free from the noose. I'll make Stane drop the charges against you."

Peter eyed him suspiciously. "What else do you want from me?"

"You're not finished with your end, Pete," he said as if speaking to a child. "That was just the trial run, sweetheart. I'm gonna take you somewhere nice and private for the real thing."

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Campfire Fest Day One: Sap Wine

For @outerwilds-events Campfire Fest event!

[A/N] Content warning for this first day: non-graphic use of alcohol as a coping mechanism. Non-graphic in that it's not being directly shown but it is the main topic of the piece.

~

Too focused on getting ready to go to space, Auri had never had much interest in sap wine. They didn’t even like the stuff, though they had had enough to get tipsy a few times. General consensus was that drinking was a good way to not remember an evening though. Doing that on purpose was a bad thing, a sign of addiction. Sometimes people supposedly did it on accident though and that wasn’t always viewed as an issue, just someone getting a little bit carried away and/or not being fully aware of their limits yet. But well, if Auri did it it wouldn’t be accidental so the nuance and leniency there wouldn’t apply. They weren’t addicted though so it shouldn’t be an issue for them, right?

Getting some from Porphy had been easy. They were going to visit all the other travelers they’d said so could they have some sap wine bottles to give as gifts to celebrate their first space adventure? Add in the two crates stolen from Porphy’s storage shack and they had a whole bunch of it. Surely enough to black out the whole rest of the loop… maybe. Three days – less than that by now – was a lot longer then the promised evening.

No long term health effects would be suffered if they did do it though. They wouldn’t get addicted because their body would reset. Nothing would happen other than them blacking out most of one single loop. … Though if they did it once that would open the door to doing it again. Probably next time they’d spend less time standing in the middle of their ship as it floated through space, staring at their ill gotten sap wine stash while they second guessed themself. Each one of those would be undone too though. There would be no lasting health effects, just the occasional loop here and there forgotten under the haze of alcohol.

Gabbro was always telling them they needed to take more breaks. That would certainly count as a break, right? … Speaking of Gabbro though, one person drinking alone was sad but two people drinking together was supposed to be a good time, right? Nothing wrong with two pals drinking and having fun until they forgot everything for a little while. And no lasting health effects for either of them. Yeah, doing it with someone else would make it okay.

Decision made, they turned to climb back into the pilot’s seat. After they buckled in, they pulled up the real time map on the console. Ah, perfect; the drift they’d settled into after fleeing Timber Hearth before anyone noticed their theft had them heading vaguely towards Giant’s Deep already.

~

“Gabbro,” they called as they strode into the camp, lifting a hand in a wave.

“Hey, time buddy,” Gabbro said, lowering the flute as Auri neared. “You seem excited. Find something cool?”

“Not this time. I have a fun idea though. You wanna hop in my ship, blast of into the void outside our solar system, and then get black out drunk as we drift away from all this nonsense?”

Gabbro was silent for a long few seconds. “You seem to have an interesting idea of ‘fun’.” There wasn’t judgment in their tone but… their words seemed to carry it.

“Drinking’s supposed to be fun, right? No one in their right mind would drink that stuff if it wasn’t. And you’re always telling me I need to relax more, this is that.” Maybe Auri shouldn’t have brought this idea to Gabbro after all. Saying it out loud made it sound almost bad again. Only almost though because any damage done to their body would be undone like it always was. “You don’t have to come, I just thought it would be more fun to have two people along.”

“So you’re doing it whether I come or not?”

“Yeah.” Auri had decided on the way here that if it wasn’t bad with two people doing it, one person alone wouldn’t be that much worse. It was a perfectly fine thing to do because there would be no consequences. They could afford to basically skip a loop here and there. No one could blame them for that.

“Hmm… I suppose it’s not an unappealing idea. There’d be no nasty hang over to worry about assuming you have enough to keep us shitfaced the whole rest of the loop.”

“I stole two whole crates of sap wine and have a few more big bottles on top of that that I was supposed to give to all the travelers so one of them is supposed to be yours anyway.”

Gabbro was silent for another few seconds before rolling off the hammock to their feet in a fluid motion. “I’ll go but…” here they stopped and lightly tapped the end of their flute against the top of Auri’s helmet, “I need to make clear that I think this isn’t a healthy way to deal with stuff.”

“Nah, all the negative health effects will be undone. So it’s fine.”

“I mean it’s not healthy mentally. So let’s try not to make this habit, huh?”

“Then why’d you agree to come?”

Gabbro started leading the way back towards the ship, their pace leisurely. “Because I understand the appeal of the idea, you doing it by yourself would probably be worse for you, and I’m curious what the memory playback will look like if we do get black out drunk. Also, it’s been a while since I last got high or anything of the sort, not exactly many opportunities on Giant’s Deep, you know?”

They ‘understood the appeal of the idea’. Did that mean they understood it from Auri’s perspective or on a personal level? They were having a hard time too? … Of course they were. Auri had already determined that and had had to put much effort into breaking them out of the habit of lying in the hammock all loop, every loop. Being more willing to get up and go places didn’t mean they were perfectly fine again. It was a time loop that ended with the sun exploding and the end of the universe for fuck’s sake. That wouldn’t be an easy thing to bear for anyone no matter how stoic and cool. Auri really should specifically ask them how they were doing more often. Later though. This loop the two of them were going to spend the rest of their lives blasting off into the void and drinking themselves stupid. Sure, it wasn’t a good coping mechanism so they shouldn’t make a habit of it, but it was going to be fun to do just once… hopefully once they got past how awful the stuff tasted.

[alliminoobers]

Misery in pain

Here we go, some angst for y'all. It is set around 3 years before veilguard. Shirevas ain't having a good time at all. (Also, I have no idea how to write fight scenes.) There is indirect mention of the Mercar siblings as well.

There is now a short continuation of this here!

CW: Blood, torture, kinda body horror, angst, mini panic attack.

Word Count: 1790

Shirevas groaned as another magic blast flew past their face and they slid towards a crate, if only for the brief chance to just rest.

They hadn’t expected to find Venatori out and about, ready to ruin the day. Nor were they expecting to fight that very day either, they were just wearing simple casual clothing for fuck's sake. Bending their fingers, they hissed. 

The magic they had been using had begun to take their toll, too much usage that they could feel it flickering out. Or at least they would if their fingers weren’t so cold. Well shit, their fingers were gonna hurt so much after this ordeal.

If the damned Venatori hadn't brought a mage then they could have more easily struck them down with simple close combat skills, but here they were.

Another blast went past. “Venhedis.” They muttered before maneuvering out from behind the crate, already quickly plucking energy from the Fade to conjure up a shield, their hands and arms screaming at them. The shield was barely holding on, each hit getting closer to it breaking. This was a disaster. 

Each time they reached into the Fade, it was like someone was setting their blood on fire whilst their veins were turned into ice. There was no way they could hold on much longer.

As if on cue, the shield broke and Shirevas just about narrowly managed to dodge out of the way.

Moving easily into some adequate cover,  they took a deep breath and began the process of pulling from the Fade once again.

It was like an intense blaze was suddenly burning her eyes, white-hot agony running through her entire body. It was like a string suddenly snapped after being frayed for so long.

Their scream rang out as their magic simply fizzled out, edges becoming blurry as they kept trying to hold focus.

And then it all went dark, only the sound of laughter left hanging in the air.

—

The first thing they noticed upon coming to was a distinct and sharp metallic scent permeating the air.

The second was the shackles around their wrists, rubbing against their skin uncomfortably. 

Blinking their eyes open, they noted their suspicions were correct, it was a cell they were in. Which begs the question, why would the Venatori take them? Assuming it was the Venatori who took them. 

…

Obviously it was the Venatori who took you, idiot.

So blood sacrifice maybe? Or slavery? Either option sucked and they grimaced. Shifting a bit on the grimy floor, they tested the shackles, wiggling their fingers, trying to connect to the Fade.

Enchanted bindings, of course. That wasn't the concerning part, no, it was the lack of feeling in some of their fingers. Did the Venatori do something?

Hazy images sprang forth in their mind, the memory of tiring themselves out. Pain coursing through their body. 

Maybe the excessive magic? They knew some ice mages had more numb fingers but this was the first time it ever happened to them. 

They were gonna get an earful from their older siblings once they got out of this. 

Their thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of the cell door. A Venatori mage flanked by two lackeys entered the cell. “How does it feel, rattus, to be where you belong? Instead of gallivanting around the city, pretending to be something you're not.”

The insult prickled at their skin, and they narrowed their eyes. “Come closer and I'll show you how much of a rat I am.” A smirk tugged on their lips.”You don't need your fingers, right?”

They could just see how the anger was boiling under his skin. Always so easy to rile up.

“Bring her.” The mage turned around as the other two unshackled them but left the cuffs on. Grabbing their upper arms and hauling them to their feet, forcibly dragging them along out of the cell.

—

Closing their eyes, they leaned against the wall, doing their best not to make a sound. They were not about to give the Venatori the satisfaction. 

It's been around twenty minutes since they were roughly placed back in their cell. Shirevas had no idea how long they had worked on them. The pain was still stinging-

Sinister laughter as knife digs into skin, blood everywhere. Screams echoing off the walls, oh maker, the way they screamed. Body twisting and contorting in ways that shouldn't be possible.

The nauseating feeling of knowing that blood magic was used on them and the way they scratched on their skin with purpose. Taunting them with ‘that's befitting for a shadow dragon rat’. 

Fuck, it stung like hell. Whatever they did, it stopped the bleeding as well. But each time they looked down to check, they wanted to vomit. 

Shirevas already knew what it looked like, the Venatori made sure to remind them every other second whenever they were actually lucid enough. It was a snake, a fucking snake. It covered the entire side of their torso. 

The irony would have made them laugh if they weren't busy trying not to sob. 

Shirevas couldn't stay here, they needed to get out.

With some heavy effort, they brought their cuffed wrists to eye level, pointedly ignoring the dried blood.

The enchantments weren't too complicated, with some time, they would probably be able to dismantle it even without magic. It's a good thing they had training in things that didn't require the usage of magic. 

They just…need to be patient.

—

Shirevas cried out as they threw them onto the cell floor again, tears pricking their eyes. Everything was hurting, it had been days and they were close to simply breaking. But they needed to pull through, they could collapse once this was over.

Rolling onto their back, they did their best to take deep breaths, despite the burning in their lungs. Despite every ache in their body. Their hair was greasy and matted, darkened with dried blood and the scarring from that first day had healed, an ugly reminder of their time there.

With shaking hands, they lifted themselves against the wall. The Venatori rarely if ever went to check on them in the cell, aside from food. So that gave them a bit of time.

Dirty fingers with cracked skin started tinkering on the cuffs slowly and methodically. Every single movement and swipe hurt, but they had to do it. Just push through it. 

Just a bit more…

There.

With a click, their wrists were finally free as the cuffs clattered to the ground, making them wince. 

Now onto the next step.

Whatever location they were at, it wasn't full. It was a simple rotation of less than ten Venatori. It wasn't ideal but it was doable. It wouldn't be pretty.

Slowly but surely, they felt their connection to the Fade return, it was like a welcome breeze on a warm day.

If the warm day included being dirty with tattered clothes and dried blood splatters everywhere.

Testing out the magic briefly, making frost appear briefly before inhaling deeply once again. It is now they realize they really should have thought of learning healing magic. 

Placing their hand on their leg, they cooled it down until the aches and pains were numbed, biting their arm to keep from screaming out, and then repeated the procedure on the other leg. 

Shirevas with the help of the wall, got themselves to their feet, steadying themselves until their balance was back to normal.

Steeling themself, they shuffled forward until they were at the cell door. Reminding themselves that the moment they stepped out of said cell, they needed to ignore every pain and fight. They needed to be fast, and get out.

A breath in as they covered the lock with ice and an exhale as they broke it open.

Shirevas ran.

It was simply intuition guiding them at this point as they went left there and went right there. It wasn't long until the Venatori were aware of what was happening.

Whatever their case was, Shirevas was angry. There was no stopping them. Didn’t even bother counting how many there were as a summoned ice spike pierced through the throat of one.

Adrenaline was kicking in and everything was a blur. This time they didn't rely solely on magic, stealing the scythe from a corpse, using it like an extension of themself.

It continued like that for what felt like ages, heavy breathing, bleeding wounds but this time, the wounds were a blessing instead of torture.

But they were running out of energy, there was no way they would survive. No, don't say that, you need to get out. You need to get home.

Every breath felt like fire in their lungs, they briefly wondered if that is how dragons felt before shooting fire.

Get out.

Ripping the scythe out of one body, blood splattering as they charged at the next one.

Get home.

Screaming, either from pain or rage.

Get to safety.

Taste of iron in their mouth, blood flying past their face.

Get out. Get out. Getout. Getoutgetoutgetoutgetout.

GET OUT. 

It was like time stood still. The blood around them was frozen. Their head was pounding so loudly it was all they could hear or feel.

It was as if it took hours for it to happen. The ice slowly making its way across the puddles of blood, creeping towards the Venatori.

They could feel everything. As the warm pulsing beat was suddenly iced over inside and the pounding was replaced by screaming. Bodies twisting and contorting, and then…silence. They were being frozen from the inside out.

Blood magic.

Bile filled their throat and mouth as they fell to the ground, the contents of their stomach spilling out to blend with blood. Oh maker, what have they done?

No, there is no way they just- but you did, you used blood magic. It was all crashing down, the fear, the pain, the absolute desperation to survive. They wanted to rip their skin off, they felt disgusting. They wanted to go home. 

As they finally allowed themselves to cry and scream out.

They weren't sure how long they stayed there, amidst the frozen corpses and blood. Never again, they were never going to do that again, no matter what. They had to research it, or anything, to prevent it from ever happening again. They'd rather die than let it ever happen again.

Pushing themselves to their feet, shivering as they moved out of the building into the afternoon sun. There was no chance they would ever tell their family about the blood magic. Fuck, they'd hate Shirevas if they found out, they were sure of it.

But for now, they were out of that hell hole.

[blackjackkent]

All right, let's hunt this relic.

We have the item that the Viper gave us, so I guess it's just a matter of wandering around the city until it pings that another one is somewhere nearby.

First of all, CRITICALLY IMPORTANT NEWS ABOUT DOCK TOWN:

PUBBY!

\o/

Also pictured in the background - Neve desperately trying to keep moving while I pet the pubby. XD

OK, so judging by the dialogue with Neve, Rook is from this area of Minrathous, but not this neighborhood specifically, because we get a little dialogue with Neve about it:

Helena: "So, you live in Dock Town?" Neve: "My whole life. Unless I'm away on a case. Or crashing in the Fade." Bellara: "I heard the Archon's Palace shot at you. Which is bad. And now we're chasing this relic. Which is also bad." Neve: "This is why I never get sleep."

XD

I think the neighborhood Helena is from is very like this, though. Run-down buildings, beaten-down people in need of help against the crushing bootheel of the upper-caste mages. So she feels very comfortable in this environment even if she doesn't know exactly every corner and dark alley.

I have her stop and give some money to every beggar we run across.

Also, no one seems bothered by me smashing open every crate and barrel that we run across on the way to our destination, which is nice.

Cat! (Can't pet them - possibly the cats aren't pettable, or possibly it's cos this one is on a box looking smug.)

"Aha!" Neve announces after a while, as we trot back out of the alleys into the sunlight. "The relic's pulling toward the Temple of Andraste."

That seems concerning - made far more concerning by the fact that the temple is surrounded by injured people.

"The demons... They..." "Came out of nowhere, I know. But you're all right. Right?" "Yeah. Yeah... I'll be fine. But... there could be more. And where's..." "I don't know..."

Uh oh.

Helena follows Neve to the temple entrance, which is barricaded with more barrels and crates and several stressed-looking guards.

"Blocked," Neve says grimly. "We need another way in."

"Right," says Helena, for whom front doors have often been more of a suggestion than anything else. "On it."

"Ooh," Bellara says brightly. "Are we breaking into a chantry?"

Neve smiles faintly. "The courtyard's public ground. And we can't lose the trail."

-----

OK, time to let Helena go full rogue and find a sneaky way into this temple.

There's a note on the barricade at the front door which is quite ominous:

Hm. (Doubt)

More banter with Neve as we hunt around for another path:

Helena: "Is this what you do for the Shadow Dragons? When you aren't with us?" Neve: "I look for things. People, objects, information. People have problems that templars and magisters can't help. Or won't. Word got out I might. It's enough to live on - if it doesn't get me killed."

Neve is great. But also never mind that because I FOUND A CAT WE CAN PET!

Cuuuuute.

I am choosing to headcanon right now that Helena never had a pet of her own because she was always on the move and living in danger too much, but that she knows every stray cat and dog in her neighborhood and feeds all of them.

A series of busted stone walls north of the main entrance lead to a balcony overlooking the temple's inner courtyard, which is... not doing so hot.

A lot of bodies, and a yellow, undulating Veil rip that is sparking violently with undirected energy.

Not good.

-----

So of course the rift spawned some demons, to the surprise of no one except apparently Helena, who was like "Demons! Is this the relic's work?!"

Naw, Helena, it was fuckin' Santa Clause.

"It's not a coincidence," Neve says in a deadpan, presumably wondering how Helena ended up in charge of this whole operation. XD

I did blast a demon straight out of invisibility with an arrow though so I guess that makes up for it a bit.

"The relic we're chasing - it's unstable," Neve goes on when the fight is done.

"Where it goes, destruction follows," Bellara agrees.

"This isnn't the only mark it left on the Veil," Neve says. "Find that, and we may get more."

Unclear if she means more demons or more answers; I suspect it might be both.

[fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks]

Going over Glamrock Bonnie's dissaperance with a fine-tooth comb

Missing Message

"SECURITY REPORT - 12:24AM - Bonnie is seen leaving his green room in Rockstar Row heading East towards the atrium. 2:40AM - Bonnie enters the East Arcade. 4:12AM - Bonnie enters Monty Golf."

I'll break this message down, as it's the most important. At 12:24 AM, 24 minutes after closing, Bonnie heads to the atrium from his Green Room in Rockstar Row. 2 hrs and 16 minutes later, He is seen entering the East Arcade. That is two floors above the entrances to Monty Golf. On the opposite side, 1 hour and 32 minutes later, at 4:12, Bonnie is last seen entering Monty Golf.

I've mentioned how long it took Bonnie to do each activity because time isn't literal in Security Breach. The time it takes us to reach point A to point B seems real-time. The animatronics are quick, even when walking. They have a decent speed, but there was a lot of time taken for what should have been short trips. That and the East Arcade is such a strange detour. It is nowhere near the entrance to Monty Golf on the first floor. It's on the third floor, too The only way to Monty Golf on that floor is the Mazercise Vent, And I doubt Bonnie's double-upped thick ass could fit also. We have no mention of him going to Mazercise either. He most likely entered through the front entrance of Monty Golf, Getting to the catwalks By using the ladder built into the scaffolding, Assuming he even went up there.

Going back to the message about Monty falling and breaking his legs. It just states that someone had once scored the hole-in-one, activating the Hurricane bucket. While it's assumed to be a patron during opening hours. There's nothing to indicate it couldn't be an employee or something else after hours. 

Strangely enough, Despite being last seen in Monty Golf, His body is found in Bonnie Bowl. With all that said, We should be focusing on the details that are left out of this message. There is a lack of information on what Bonnie was doing in each room. Why did it take so long to reach each destination? Why did he stop at the East Arcade? Why does it end in Monty Golf despite the fact that even if Bonnie was incapacitated there and then moved to Bonnie Bowl to finish the job? Shouldn't that have been noticed? Say it was. Then why wasn't it reported?

Another thing I want to mention is that Monty Golf is Monty's attraction. The animatronics are not stuck in their own attractions or rooms. Anyone. Freddy, Chica, Roxy, Monty, Vanessa, Vanny, Sun/Moon, Staff bots, and even an Endo could have been in Monty Golf at that time.

Bonnie Bowl Vent

The trippy AR vent that you go in to exit Bonnie's room has a Monty plush wet floor Bot and a Fazer blast gun. A Bonnie Plush connects to Vanny's hideout in Fazerblast. The obvious connection is Monty, Bonnie, and the wet floor bots.

I think the one worth looking into more is the Fazer Blast gun, which is associated with GlamRock Freddy. It's also associated with Vanny, as Fazerblast is where her hideout is. Plus, the vent leads directly to her hideout. It does seem there's a connection between Bonnie and these elements.

The Crime Scene

Starting at the entrance: There is a small blue shard There is a broken brick wall Along with a small caveish structure, and then another broken wall Wood structure seems to indicate their might've been a door or hall here A path of wooden crates leads you to the bodyThere is a wire on one of these crates There's piles of broken pins There is a metal shelf with Bowling balls on it There's a shorter shelf with bowling balls on the other side To the left of it, is the hole where bowling balls would come in Covered with wooden boards haphazardly nailed on Next to that is a Bonnie Bowl Graphic There are marks from the boxes to where Bonnie is Near the body's head is a Bowling ball that is shattered into 3 large segments The body is laid on a carpet We'll examine the body and carpet later Pieces of what I assume are from Bonnie's endoskeleton and staff bot pieces are thrown across the room There is a white crack on the wall, and a smear of black streaks down the wall and floor Almost as if something hit it, and was dragged down This mark leads to Bonnie, and is on top of the rug too There's streak marks from bonnie's body to where a vent is Opposite of where the other mark is by the entrance. A makeshift staircase to a vent was made. On the vent panel that's being used as a ramp, you can see these drag marks that appear to be from the rust that's also seen on the rug. This vent lets you get outside of the room.

Bonnie "Other" Green Room

There's a charging port that looks like it was torn open from the outside. There's a vent gate hidden next to it. Presumably, the one that would have blocked the vent hidden by the poster on a tool cart is a broken staff bot with marks and indentions. There are actually a few of these staff bots in this room.

Examining the body

Any good murder mystery has a body examination. I'll break the body down into parts. The face has a large gash on the left side with a wire sticking out. There is an indention on the muzzle on the left side. The left ear is damaged with chunks missing, While the right ear is missing. The right arm is removed from the chest and is segmented into the forearm and upper arm. The left arm is damaged like the rest of the body but attached. The chest has nearly the entire middle part of the shell ripped open. It looks like the chest was hit by someone with claws and then pulled apart. There are Multiple scratch marks on the chest itself. There are wires sticking out of the chest. Both legs are bisected at the crotch, upper leg, and lower leg. It appears the legs were beaten in or were crumpled. Otherwise, besides the chest, head, and legs, the whole body is just cracked and dirty.

The Green Substance

Uh-oh, this is it, The damning evidence that proved Monty did it. Yeah, you all hear my sarcasm. A lot of speculation I've seen is that this is either green paint somehow from Monty. I'm sorry, that just doesn't track. You're telling me Monty went in with ONLY Green wet paint. Attacked Bonnie and managed to get paint only on this one specific spot. Magically, nothing else. Plus, why, though? This is the only "Monty" guilty evidence I will not even give the time of day to humor as an option. It takes a minimal level of critical thinking to showcase why it makes little sense. Also, debunking this doesn't magically make Monty innocent; it just opens things up more.

I've found another possibility that makes sense besides it just being an undercoat from Bonnie. Looking closely at the mark. I noticed it has a star-like shape from Plushies, Pinatas, and Cutouts. We can see that Bonnie has a gold star on his chest. I'll use Freddy to help prove my point. Throughout Security Breach, Freddy becomes more disheveled as the game goes on. At Hour 0, when the game first started, His lighting Bolt is a bright blue. As the game progresses, this bolt slowly starts to get dirty and fade away. It's not just the bolt, either. Suppose you compare Freddy's face markings from Hour Zero to the late game. They are also fading away. This makes it clear that while the animatronic models may have base casings that are pre-colored, Any markings or makeup are then painted on. We can even see cans of paint in the hallways of the animatronics greenrooms Throughout the game, even before shattering, These marks are slowly fading away. If you look at Bonnie's body, it has these purple and blue marks that are also faded, So his star is likely painted on, too.

I do have an explanation for why this yellow or gold appears green from what we can see from cutouts and plushies. This star is gold and shiny. Appearing metallic in texture. When gold paint is not properly maintained, a possible result that can happen is lustrous gold turning a greenish color. This is called Verdigris. This is a result of the gold being mixed with other alloys. Primarily copper. I'm being bold here and assuming Fazbear Entertainment is not using pure gold to decorate Bonnie.

Drag Marks

The streak mark from Bonnie's body to the exit is the exact same dimension as the wooden crates. The smaller streak even matches the smaller crate. The marks on the way to the vent appear to be the right size for the thing under the orange tarp. Then, you have these makeshift steps leading to the vent. It's apparent these things were dragged around to make these stairs. Who would need to make these steps? Well, judging by the marks we see on the vent being used as a ramp, The staff bots.

The Rug

There is a rug under Bonnie's body. The drag marks are on top of it, And the markings are flush with what appears on the wood floor, Meaning that every mark on this carpet happened in this room. This is also why I think a struggle happened here, too. What I want to focus on is the pattern on it. People claim it's found in Monty Golf. Does this mean the culprit cut a part of Monty's golf's carpet to move the body? I really doubt it. It is a perfect rectangle. It's actually one of the rugs you can find in the East Arcade. The rugs are pre-cut with this rectangular shape And have a design pattern exactly like the one Bonnie is found on. This carpet came from the East Arcade, Not from Monty Golf.

Monty replaced Bonnie before he even disappeared.

Monty was already a Glamrock, while Bonnie was active. One proof of that is in the sealed room where Bonnie is. On the shelf are bowling balls with Freddy, Chica, and Roxy. You'd think there would be ones with Bonnie, but Instead, there are only ones with Monty. Also, notice who doesn't have a custom Bowling Ball either: The Daycare attendant or DJ Music Man, Both of whom are not in the band but have their own section of the plex. So by transitive law, Seeing that Monty has a bowling ball at this point, But not Bonnie. That must mean Monty is in the band and has replaced Bonnie, But Bonnie is still active and has his own section.

Bonnie has a private Green room in his attraction. No other glamrock animatronic has this. Not even Freddy. We also know from the missing messages Bonnie used to have a green room in RockStar Row. It doesn't make sense for the company to make a new private Green Room with its own charging port and install decorations for an animatronic they plan to eliminate. Or for one that went missing and they can't use it. When you consider that the understudy message states Bonnie is out of commission and not necessarily missing or permanently broken, Then with the knowledge that Monty can at least fill in the roles of other bandmates like Freddy. Monty could have replaced Bonnie. While Bonnie was still around, This does take away Monty's main motive for wanting to destroy Bonnie Well, almost. There is the possibility he'd do anything to keep this position. We also now have a reason for Bonnie to attempt something.

Fazbear is complacent

In order for this crime to work, Fazbear Entertainment has to be complacent in some way, Or someone with the power to control what the company does is responsible. Bonnie's body is in a location that, while light, must've had some foot traffic. Someone should have come across this body, and the only way in and out of this large room couldn't have just been the vent. There had to have been a proper door or something at one point when we pieced together that there had to be some way to get back there. Plus, there was the probability that Bonnie Bowl was remodeled in relation to the cover-up. I think part of that remodeling was blocking off this room. Bonnie was never missing. He was hidden.

Monty, Chica, and Roxy are innocent.

While the staff bots could do most of the damage seen on Bonnie, Including prying open the Charging port door, There are scratch marks on the body, too. And those staff bots don't have claws. Then that leaves us with Monty, Roxy, and Freddy as the ones who could do this damage. Chicas is safe, as she doesn't have claws. 

I think they're all innocent in terms of what happened before Bonnie got to Monty Golf. Including the one I think is responsible. Part of that is because of the state that the charging station is in; something ripped it open. 

I'm sorry, but if Monty, Roxy, or Freddy lured Bonnie into Monty Golf and attempted to destroy him there. Then they…..let him go all the way back into Bonnie Bowl and recharge? Then go there, rip him out, And finish him off there? Sure, suspension of disbelief and all that, But that's a lot of suspension. This has me thinking that Bonnie was completely fine, or at least in a position to think he would be able to safely get away from Monty Golf without anyone following him And go into his charging port like nothing happened. Until he was ripped out, And besides the staff bots, There's only one Glamrock that makes sense to do this, Freddy.

Freddy?!

I know. As a suspect, He makes the least amount of sense. He's the lead star, plus he was close to Bonnie. Why would he hurt him? I have some possible answers. Both are equally tragic. One is that it is annoyingly glossed over. He was under Vanny's control. If she wanted to, She could use him to destroy Bonnie. Leaving him powerless to do anything. The other is that Bonnie really was dangerous, and Freddy found out. Maybe he came across Monty's damaged body Or started to notice Bonnie was acting Differently. Once he realized the Bonnie he knew was gone, Replaced by a complete monster. He had to make the decision to put that thing down.

Afterward, Fazbear or Vanny realized what had happened and did everything they could to cover it up. Which, if that's the answer to this crime. That is some juicy drama. Now, there is still the possibility Bonnie was scratched before he got into the charging port, And only the staff bots were used to take care of him.

Monty?

I'm gonna be real. While he is connected, A lot of the things related to him seem to be related to Monty Golf and that he's Bonnie's replacement and not actually Monty himself being responsible. The only thing that could connect him is the claw marks. That could also have been done by Freddy, Roxy, hell, even the Endos, and assuming it is a separate animatronic, the Freddy Prototype, All of whom have claws. 

In fact, it makes more sense to me that he's a victim. While I wanted to give a reason for why he could be innocent or guilty, The closest I can see him involved is that Bonnie tried to destroy him in Monty Golf. Under control or not, it doesn't matter, And Monty was able to retaliate. Damaging Bonnie before he went down. 

Solving the crime

The crime can not be solved, And while I have tried to brainstorm the different ways it could have gone, No matter how close I get, There's always something that I can't explain. The only thing I'm fairly confident about is Monty being a red herring. Everything else. I'm stumped on

 I think that's the point. This crime can't be solved yet Because we don't have every clue, And in an interesting twist, we know what that last clue is. We just don't have the means to analyze it yet. That AR inhibitor in the Gondola ride was shown for a reason. Once that is revealed, This whole case will be solved, And considering RUIN ended on a cliffhanger, Who's to say the mystery of what happened isn't either.

[mjonthetrack]

pressure

PAGE TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE Location: Florida — Jimmy’s POV

Jimmy had blood on his gloves, a cigar between his teeth, and a shipment worth half a million getting offloaded onto the docks in humid-ass Tampa.

Jey was barking orders, Zilla was triple-checking the crates, and Jimmy was scanning the water like always, low and cold and calculating.

Then his phone rang.

Kenya.

He smirked immediately, tugging the cigar from his lips as he answered with a lazy, “What’s up, wife?”

What blasted through the phone nearly knocked him to his knees.

“JIMMY! JIMMY! I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ KILL YOU—MY WATER BROKE, I SWEAR TO GOD—WE IN THE BACK OF SEFA’S DAMN TRUCK AND YOU IN FUCKIN’ FLORIDA?!”

His body froze.

All sound around him? Gone.

Just her ragged breath in his ear.

The chaos. The panic.

“Wait what?!” Jimmy barked, snatching the cigar from his lips and chucking it into the water as he paced toward the SUV. “Kenya, say that again—you said your water broke? Right now?!”

“You think I’m fucking lying, Jimmy? My drawers are soaked, contractions coming in like an unpaid bill, and I can’t even breathe!” she snapped, voice shrill and raw and terrified. “You said these twins would wait! You lied!”

Sefa’s voice in the background: “We hittin’ every red light in the city, bruh, I’m flooring it but these Atlanta-ass streets ain’t giving!”

“I’m on the next plane,” Jimmy shouted, already turning on his heel. “I’m coming home.”

“No shit, dumbass!” she shrieked. “You better fly that private dick-swingin’ jet or you’ll miss your goddamn children being born!”

Jey, hearing the tone, jogged over quick, catching Jimmy’s frantic pacing.

“What the hell’s going on?”

Jimmy was already tossing his phone at him, yelling to the crew, “Wrap it up! Cover the shipment! Jey, hold shit down—I gotta go!”

“Kenya?” Jey mouthed.

Jimmy just nodded, eyes wild. “Her water broke, bro. Right now. She’s in Sefa’s truck losing her mind and—fuck, she sounded scared.”

Without another word, Jimmy hopped in the nearest blacked-out ride, barking into the comm for the jet to be ready in ten.

His hands were shaking.

Not from fear.

From urgency. From the unshakeable terror that he might not get to her fast enough.

Because that woman—his wild, stubborn, brilliant, pregnant wife—was about to bring their legacy into this world. And if he wasn’t there to hold her hand through it?

He’d never forgive himself.

His heart was pounding like war drums, vision red with focus.

“I’m coming, baby,” he growled to himself, jaw clenched tight. “Hold on for me. I got you.”

PAGE TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX Location: Hospital – Kenya’s POV

“FUCK YOU JIMMY! YOU EVIL PIECE OF—AHHHHHHHHHH—”

Kenya’s scream bounced off the pristine white walls like a damn exorcism. She had one hand clenched tight around Sefa’s hoodie, dragging him damn near nose-to-nose like he was the bastard who knocked her up with two bowling balls and dipped out.

“I SWEAR TO GOD, SEFA, IF ONE OF THESE BABIES COME OUT LOOKING LIKE YOU I’M WHOOPING YOUR ISLAND ASS FIRST—”

“I—I’m not even the one who—Kenya, PLEASE—” Sefa whimpered, drenched in sweat and pure terror. He looked like he was being jumped and robbed at the same time.

Her other hand had Jacob damn near in tears. His eyes were wide as hell, his face red from her death grip on his arm.

“AND YOU!” she screamed, baring down, “YOU AND YOUR STUPID BASTARD COUSIN! CAN’T PULL OUT TO SAVE HIS FUCKIN’ LIFE—MY BACK HURTS, MY COOCHIE ON FIRE, AND MY STOMACH GOT STRETCH MARKS IN PLACES I DIDN’T KNOW SKIN EXISTED!”

“Kenya—please—breathe,” Jacob croaked out, holding on to her hand for dear life. “Where the fuck is Jimmy?!”

“I HOPE HE TRIPS ON THE TARMAC AND BREAKS HIS COCKBONE!” she screamed, body trembling from the wave of contraction that slammed into her again like a freight train with no brakes.

The nurse shouted something about “crowning!” and “get ready to push!”

Kenya’s eyes snapped up, feral. “CROWNING?! BITCH I AIN’T EVEN BRUSHED MY EDGES TODAY!”

The door slammed open like a damn hurricane.

And then—

“KENYA!!”

Jimmy Fatu came barreling into the room, still in all black, his shirt damp with sweat, braids wild, and his whole fucking soul in his eyes.

He looked like he’d sprinted the entire tarmac and body slammed the front desk just to find her.

Kenya turned her head, half feral, half relieved. “JIMMY. IF I LIVE THROUGH THIS I’M—AHHHHHHHHHH—”

But he was already by her side.

“I’m here,” he panted, grabbing her sweaty face with shaking hands and kissing her temple, her jaw, her knuckles. “I’m here, mama. I got you. You not doin’ this without me—”

“YOU DID THIS TO ME!” she screamed, gripping his hoodie with demonic strength.

“I KNOW, AND I’D DO IT AGAIN!” he shouted back, eyes wide, frantic, completely whipped and wrecked. “Push, baby, come on—our boys right there—”

“BOYS?!” she screamed. “THEY COMING OUT LIKE A FUCKIN’ GRENADE LAUNCHER, JIMMY!”

The room blurred into screams and rushing nurses. Kenya's body arched, fire ripping through her spine as the pressure exploded—

And then—

The first wail.

A single, loud, pissed-off cry.

Then another.

Two.

Twins.

Two sons.

Jimmy’s legs damn near gave out, his hand pressed over his heart as he dropped to his knees, watching through tears as the nurse held up two squirming, wailing, perfect boys.

Kenya was sobbing, trembling, the world spinning—but when she looked down and saw Jimmy, his face drenched, his hands reaching for her, it settled her like nothing else.

He climbed into the bed like it was sacred, cradling her face, kissing her sweaty forehead, whispering over and over, “You did it, baby. You gave me the world. You gave me everything.”

And the two sons—wrapped tight in blue—were handed to their mother and father.

Kenya held them both with shaking arms, and Jimmy wrapped them all in his chest like a fortress.

Tears. Blood. Rage. Love. And the sound of twin newborn cries crashing into the room like a prophecy fulfilled.

The Fatu legacy? Officially doubled.

And Jimmy? He was ready to go full menace mode all over again.

PAGE TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN Location: Hospital – Recovery Room, 2 Hours After Birth – Kenya’s POV

The room was dim now, heavy curtains drawn to block out the early evening sun. The chaos had quieted, the adrenaline had settled, and all that remained was the gentle hum of machines, the faint scent of antiseptic, and the soft, perfect sound of two tiny heartbeats.

Kenya lay in the hospital bed, her hair a wild halo of sweat-damp curls, the hospital gown clinging to her in places she didn’t have energy to fix. She was exhausted—utterly, soul-deep, body-destroyed exhausted—but her arms were full, and her heart was damn near bursting.

One baby nestled against her chest, tiny fingers curled into the edge of the blanket. The other rested against Jimmy’s bare chest in the recliner pulled right next to her bed. His massive hand spanned damn near the baby’s whole back, and yet—he cradled that boy like the child was made of glass and the breath in his lungs was on loan.

“Say hey to daddy,” Jimmy whispered down to the newborn with a reverence that didn’t match the fact he still had blood on his hoodie and dirt on his sneakers. “That’s right, I’m him. And I’m never lettin’ y’all go.”

Kenya watched him, her lips twitching with an exhausted, smug grin. “You look like a man who bout to cry again.”

Jimmy cut his eyes over, sniffling and not even hiding it. “Man, shut up.”

She laughed softly and winced, lifting a hand toward him. “Bring my other cub back over here. I want both.”

He moved instantly, gentle like he was carrying something sacred, and carefully slid into bed beside her. One arm hooked around her waist, the other cradling the second baby across her chest so she could hold both.

Jimmy kissed the side of her head, his braids brushing her shoulder. “You really did it,” he murmured into her skin. “You made me a father. You made me whole.”

Kenya blinked slowly, voice hoarse. “What we naming them?”

Jimmy exhaled, gazing at both boys like they were ancient treasures.

“I want one of ‘em to have my middle name—Solofa,” he said, lips brushing her temple. “And the other… that’s your pick, mama. Something strong. Royal. Like you.”

She closed her eyes for a moment. “Solofa and Sekou.”

Jimmy smiled slow. “Yeah… yeah, that’s it.”

A soft beat passed between them, then—

“I’m still beating your ass later,” Kenya murmured sleepily, cheek pressed against his chest.

Jimmy laughed low, body vibrating against hers. “That’s fair.”

Then he looked down at the two little boys in their arms and whispered, “But I promise you both—ain’t nobody touching y’all. Ever. You Fatu now. And y’all mama? She the baddest thing walking. We ride behind her ‘til the dirt. Say less.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of Kenya’s head, then each of his sons’ brows, sealing them with the kind of vow that ran deeper than blood.

The Fatus? Officially four deep. And hell had just been put on notice.

PAGE TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT Location: Hospital – Recovery Room, 3:34AM – Jimmy’s POV

The room was quiet again, lit only by the soft blue cast of the monitors and the weak overhead glow Jimmy had dimmed down low. Kenya was out cold, finally. Curled into his side, one arm loosely draped over his waist, face tucked in like she was still subconsciously chasing the comfort of his scent.

And then there were the boys.

Solofa laid against his left pec, all warm weight and soft sighs, his little chest rising in sync with Jimmy’s like they were syncing breath already. Sekou was on his right, swaddled but skin-to-skin under the wrap Jimmy rigged from his zip-up. His hand cradled the baby’s head, thumb brushing slow over the downy curls.

He didn’t even realize he’d been humming low until Solofa smiled in his sleep—one of those gummy, half-dream smiles with his little tongue pushing forward like he knew his daddy was right there.

Jimmy’s throat went tight.

“You hear me, huh?” he whispered, voice gritty and low, eyes locked on that peaceful little face. “That’s daddy. I got you. I got y’all forever.”

Solofa let out a tiny coo in response, mouth working like he wanted to talk back already.

And then Jimmy stilled—because across his chest, Sekou shifted.

He blinked once, and then again—his eyes cracking open, slow and wide. Dark and endless, just like Kenya’s. And for a second, the newborn stared up at Jimmy with all the weight of something ancient in that little baby soul. Like he knew.

Jimmy’s breath hitched, heart damn near caving in.

“Ohhh,” he breathed, eyes misting up instantly. “Oh, you lookin’ at me, huh? You see me?”

Sekou didn’t smile. He didn’t coo. He just looked, unblinking, and Jimmy swore on his mama’s soul he felt it—the bond. A son looking at his father like his whole existence made sense.

“You my little protector, huh?” Jimmy murmured, cradling Sekou closer, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You the one gone keep everybody in line.”

Sekou blinked once. Like confirmation.

“Y’all both perfect,” Jimmy whispered, voice cracking as he glanced down at both boys now curled to his chest. “And I swear to God, I don’t give a fuck what this world throws at us—you ain’t never gone feel alone. Never gone feel unprotected. As long as I breathe, I’m y’all daddy.”

His hand reached out gently, brushing Kenya’s hair off her face. She didn’t stir.

Jimmy leaned back, pressing his head into the wall behind the hospital bed, both babies on his chest, his wife asleep beside him, and the weight of something holy settling in the room like smoke.

And for the first time in his life, Jimmy Fatu didn’t want more.

He just wanted this forever.

PAGE TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE Location: Hospital – Recovery Room, 6:02AM – Kenya’s POV

The world came back in slow fragments. Beeping machines. The scent of antiseptic. Her throat dry as hell. Her body aching from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet like she’d been cracked open and rebuilt around fire.

But the weight on her left hand… her ring was still there. And the heat against her side—the warmth of Jimmy’s bare skin and the softness of their sons on his chest—was real.

She blinked slow, vision coming into focus. Jimmy was leaned back, head tilted, eyes closed but not fully asleep. One hand splayed wide and protectively over Solofa’s back. The other cupped Sekou’s head like a prayer.

They looked like they belonged to him. No. They did belong to him. And her too.

The nurse padded in soft, smiling when she saw her awake. “Hey mama. Time to get you up, walk a little, try the bathroom. That way we can prep discharge in a few hours. You good for that?”

Kenya nodded, slow and tired, her voice barely a whisper. “Yeah… lemme try.”

The minute she shifted her weight, pain lanced through her lower half like she’d been body slammed by a damn freight train. She winced hard, biting down a sound as the nurse helped her swing her legs off the bed.

Jimmy stirred instantly. “Ken?” he rasped, eyes cracking open. Sekou let out a little fuss at the sudden jostle. “You okay?”

“I’m good,” she muttered, leaning on the nurse. “Just gotta pee, they tryna make sure I don’t die or somethin’.”

She stood on shaky legs, heart pounding, and let the nurse guide her toward the bathroom. But before she crossed the room, she looked back.

Jimmy was staring at her like she’d hung the moon. Like she’d made his whole universe expand in the last twenty-four hours. She exhaled through her nose, lips twitching faintly as the nurse steadied her gait.

And then—real quiet, barely loud enough to register, she said it.

“…I decided I’m down.”

Jimmy blinked, brows drawing. “What?”

Kenya looked over her shoulder, messy curls wild, face bare and swollen, still every bit his woman. Her eyes—those big, warm, fierce eyes—locked on his.

“I wanna give you the other four you want,” she mumbled, voice a little breathless but sure. “A’ight? I’m in.”

Jimmy sat there, stunned. The babies blinked in sync, as if they’d felt the shift in the room.

He swore the air left his lungs.

Kenya just kept walking, eyes forward again, muttering low as the nurse eased her toward the bathroom.

“But you better start feeding me right, Fatu. And I want all the foot rubs. Every single one. 'Cause this factory officially open and you about to be overworked.”

The bathroom door clicked shut, but her laughter lingered.

Jimmy stared down at his chest, where both his sons were still sleeping against him like they belonged nowhere else.

He blinked once. Then twice.

And then, grinning slow and crooked and absolutely feral, he muttered, “She wanna give me six.”

He looked down at the twins, pride damn near dripping off him.

“Y’all better make room. You gettin’ siblings. Daddy Fatu building a whole damn dynasty.”

PAGE TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY Location: Fatu Family Estate — Living Room, Post-Birth POV: Kenya

The house was alive—like a heartbeat pulsing through marble floors and velvet drapes. Laughter echoed from the kitchen. May babbled on Keema’s hip. Carmen waddled slowly beside Jey, the subtle bump beneath her silk dress marking her as next up. Mya was glowing beside Sefa, hand resting over her belly while Dani popped off beside Zilla, annoyed that her announcement got beat to the punch.

But none of it compared to the weight in Kenya’s arms.

Solofa was dozing against her chest, a little fist curled in the collar of her robe. Sekou blinked up at Jimmy, eyes a mirror of his father’s—big, brown, and already filled with fire. Jimmy looked wrecked in the most beautiful way: curls messy, lips parted, no shirt on as he cradled his sons in turns like the world spun around them and only them.

"Man..." Jimmy’s voice was thick, raw. He looked around at the gathered family—his kingdom—and then down at Kenya, cradling their sons with all the softness in the world. "You see this shit, Uce?" he murmured to Jey, eyes still glassy.

Jey was grinning, one hand on Carmen’s lower back, the other holding a cigar like he was on a throne. "I see it. I feel it. Twin girls, bruh. She pregnant with two little queens. Found out two nights ago."

Jimmy exhaled like his chest couldn’t contain what he felt. “Kenya said she down for four more.”

That made Jey nearly choke. “FOUR?!”

Kenya, still holding Solofa and Sekou, gave a smug little hum. “I figured if I already carried the throne starters, I might as well make the empire complete.”

“Goddamn,” Sefa whooped from the kitchen, holding Mya close. “That makes eight little Fatus coming up already. ‘Cause Mya told me she pregnant too. Two months.”

Dani rolled her eyes hard, sipping from her tea with a scoff. “Bitch I was gon’ say something ‘til y’all stole the room,” she snapped, slapping Zilla’s chest. “We expecting too. Happy now?”

Kenya grinned as Jimmy bent down and kissed her temple, then their sons. His voice was low, just for her. “This is it. Our bloodline. Our fortress. You gave me kings, and you still said yes to more. I’ll die for you a thousand times and build heaven from the bricks you walk on, Kenya Fatu.”

She met his eyes with a tired but sure smile. “Then you better keep the kingdom standing, ‘cause these boys got a legacy to carry. We built something here. Don’t let it crumble.”

Jimmy nodded slowly, eyes sweeping across the room—at all his people, all the couples, all the new life blooming from the ashes of everything they survived. “Nah, baby. We just getting started.”

And the house, loud and pulsing with love and laughter and life, carried on. Because legacies didn’t sleep—they breathed. And in this house? They were just beginning.

[nightowl9914]

Warriors of the Heart

Chapter 3: Coming Back

Word Count: 785

Summary: A well-known team called Night Owls, made up of 5 siblings, returns to S.W.A.T. after being asked for years. They meet some old coworkers, new coworkers and maybe more.

Five Years Ago:

Rain pounded the shattered skylights above. Thunder rolled in the distance. Inside the dimly lit building, the Night Owls 40 were deep in hostile territory—moving through the skeletal remains of an old chemical facility on the outskirts of Mexico City.

Marcus led the squad with silent hand signals, sweeping corners, eyes hard.

Jasper followed tight behind, gun raised, tension humming in his shoulders.

Jonathan flanked left, tablet mounted to his wrist, scanning heat signatures through walls.

Casper lingered in the rear, planting motion sensors. Every movement was fast, fluid—professional.

Coral brought up the center, radio pressed to her ear.

Coral (into comms):"Target package is supposed to be in the sublevel vault. No guards. No resistance. Are you buying that?"

Jonathan:"Not for a second. We’re being funneled."

Suddenly—static shrieked through the comms. Jonathan’s tablet glitched. Lights flickered.

Casper:“EMP spike. We're blind.”

And then—gunfire.

Ambush.

Muzzle flashes burst in the dark. The Night Owls 40 took cover, returning fire with brutal precision. But they were outnumbered because there were only 5 of them. Outflanked.

Marcus (shouting):“Fall back! Pull to the south corridor—NOW!”

Coral ducked behind a steel pillar, exchanging fire with two advancing enemies.

Jasper:“That wasn't a cartel. That was ex-military.”

Jonathan:“We’ve been sold out. This whole op—this was a setup.”

Marcus:“Then we ghost the mission. Everyone out!”

But Coral didn’t move. She was staring at the corner of the vault—where the package was supposed to be.

A crate, cracked open.

Inside—S.W.A.T. encrypted tech. Their own gear.

Coral (shaking):“This isn’t their base… it’s ours.”

A beat.

Then: an explosion tore through the sublevel. The blast flung Coral backward into a wall, knocking her unconscious.

—In the SUV—

Rain streaked the windows of their SUV. The Night Owls 40 sat in silence, soaked in sweat, dirt, and blood.

Coral regained consciousness in the back seat. Her head throbbed. Her shoulder was burned badly.

The silence was suffocating. “What happened?” Coral choked up while trying to sit up but got stopped by her twin Johnny and the pain.

No one answered. “We got out. Barely. Mission’s buried. Burned by command.” Marucs spoke.

“You mean they burned us.” She turned her head to Marcus.

“Yeah.” Jasper said while wrapping Casper’s head.

She looked at the ceiling of the SUV—expression empty. “They used us.” Coral said softly.

Casper grunted from the pain when his older brother Jasper tightened the bandage. “They always did. We just didn’t want to believe it.”

“No records. No cleanup. Just silence. Like we never existed.” Johnny said while hacking into S.W.A.T HQ on his tablet, looking to see if there was any information.

Marcus looked at his younger siblings. His voice was low. Bitter. “We were ghosts the whole time. We just didn’t know we were dead.”

The car drove on in silence.

That night, the Night Owls 40 disappeared—not because of the mission, but because of what it revealed: They were never meant to survive.

—Present Day: —

The locker room was alive with the familiar chaos of gearing up—boots scraping floors, zippers sliding, and quiet chatter bouncing off the metal lockers.

Luca stood by his locker, lost in thought, when the door opened and a figure entered.

Coral—Agent 14—walked in with purpose, dressed in tactical black, moving like she belonged, yet clearly carrying the weight of unspoken history.

Heads turned. Deacon was the first to break the silence, folding his arms as he sized her up.

“So this is our Owl,” he said, voice low, trying to sound casual but layered with challenge. Coral’s eyes scanned the room swiftly, landing briefly on each face before settling on Luca.

“That’s right,” Luca said quietly. “Agent 14. She’s with us now.” Hondo replied.

Street let out a low whistle. “Never thought I’d see one of those Night Owls walking these halls.”

Chris narrowed her eyes. “Numbers only, right? No names?” Coral nodded once, expression unreadable. “No personal ties.” Coral spoke while opening her locker that Hondo pointed her to.

Tan glanced between them. “Really?” Coral met Tan’s gaze steadily. “Really. I am here to help. Not to make memories anymore.”

Deacon shook his head, cracking a wry smile. “Well, welcome to 20-David, Agent 14. Don’t expect it to be easy to not get personal. We are family.”  Coral looked at him and nodded but gave a frown. “Just consider me a distant cousin.”

Luca stepped closer, a hint of relief in his voice. “It’s good to see you again.” Coral’s eyes softened just for a moment before she turned toward the exit. “Call me when there is a mission.”

The team exchanged looks. Change had arrived—and with it, a reckoning.

[sometimes-they-come-back-237]

Going to do something I don’t normally do and post my Monsters Inc. fanfic, “Randall’s New Take on Life” on here. I’ve already posted this on Archive of our Own and started posting on Wattpad.

Hope you enjoy!

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Synopsis:

After Randall is banished, he intends to find his way back to Monstropolis, willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge on Sullivan and Wazowski, but instead, he finds himself in the care of five orphans.

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Chapter One: Trapped

Randall got up slowly. Where was he? All he remembered was getting thrown through a door by Sullivan and Wazowski.

Screw those two.

When he got back, they were going to pay.

"Mama, another gator got in the house”, a voice exclaimed, breaking through his thoughts.

"Another gator?", yelled a female voice. "Give me that shovel! Come here!"

Shovel?

(CLANG!)

Randall had half turned when he felt something hard hit him on the head from behind. “Oww!", he cried out. Before he could rub his smarting head, they hit him again.

"OWW!”, he yelled.

"Get him Mama! Get that gator!", cheered the boy.

"I'm not a gator!", protested Randall.

In response, the shovel hit him repetitively on the head and the neck. Finally he fell to the floor and looked up. Some human woman was standing over him, clutching a raised shovel, preparing to deal another blow.

"Wait!", cried Randall desperately.

(KONK!)

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Randall opened his eyes and found himself staring into a pair of brown eyes through metal bars. “What the-!", he exclaimed, scrambling back.

"This is the strangest gator I've ever seen. I've seen my share of gators, but I've never seen a purple one. I'd say it's more of a giant lizard”, said a male voice.

"Just get him out of here, we can't have any more gators in our house”, spat the woman, who hit him with the shovel.

Randall glared at her. "For the last time, I'm not a gator!", he snarled.

The two humans looked at him in surprise.

"D-did he just talk?", asked the woman.

Randall kept his mouth shut. He probably shouldn't have talked. Now the humans would send him to some science lab and have him experimented on. He shuddered. All he wanted was to get back to Monstropolis and get revenge on those two blockheads and especially that blasted little girl who beat him up. Instead, he just uttered a growl.

"Must have been our imaginations. The heat must be getting to us!", the man laughed.

The woman shrugged it off. "Thank you, again”, she said before trudging back inside of her trailer.

The man bent down and grinned at Randall. "Hey buddy”, he cooed.

Randall snarled and turned away.

"Alright. Be like that”, the man sighed, running a hand through his auburn hair.

Randall felt his crate getting hoisted up and dumped into the back of a truck. The man closed the door and slid onto the driver's seat.

Randall took a deep breath. He needed to get out! There was no way he was going to find himself being taken to some science lab to get poked and prodded.

Just then, he heard the truck's motor roar to life and felt the truck start to move.

He needed to act fast.

Once he examined his cage, after a few moments of struggling, he managed to unhook the lock. “Stupid humans”, he chuckled to himself.

If the man put him in there, he'd most likely stop the truck again, and eventually get him out. He just had to wait for the proper moment. He disappeared and waited for his chance.

As he expected, the truck finally came to a halt. He heard the man moving around to the back. With a loud grinding sound, sunlight flooded into the truck, momentarily blinding Randall, but he quickly recovered and slithered out.

"What the… where’s the gator?!”, he heard the man cry out in surprise.

He smirked to himself, running blindly into the woods, not knowing where he was going. Just anywhere away from those disgusting humans.

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After what felt like an eternity, the woods thinned out into what looked like a small town. He trudged along until he finally came to a sign that said 'Dixon'. Population: 232.

"Dixon…", muttered Randall.

He needed to find some way to get back to Monstropolis, hopefully this small little town had what he needed.

[drapi0n]

It was taking absolutely everything in Ilmarinen's power not to kick this whole boat into rip and tear mode right fucking now on all these old fucks hogging the road going a precious five miles under the limit, but unfortunately this stupid bucket of bolts is supposed to be inconspicuous right now and that would be absolutely anything but! Especially if that uptight little toymaker figures out exactly what the precious cargo of hers was in his trunk...

Come to think of it, that's probably another good reason not to go crazy with it... Any good tinker would make their shit a little fuckin blast resistant at least but that's no excuse to let himself go crazy and wind up with a broken toy just because traffic was a little off.

God he'll appreciate when this is back on his table and there's no more chances of prying eyes.

Wait… the cars in front of him were moving differently. As if he wasn't already creeping forward more, he winked an eye to judge the distance before peeling absolute rubber to scrape between the two. Get absolutely fucked you dusty golf bags! That bumper scrape better have left a mark because the Bitch-Mobile sure fucking won't have any! Heh. That's what they get for fucking with the guy with an anti brute car. Sigh… what a day it won't be when he can hit and run someone who will really dent the bitch.

Not tonight… too many things to do first.

Mindful to only speed about as bad as everyone else on the damn road, he raced back to the rundown remains of whatever stupid store hid his whole operation. It was probably a pawn shop with the way it reeked like cig smoke and moth balls when he first found it but now you can tell it's a tinker shop the way it reeks like weed smoke and welding. Adding another couple degrees of tilt to the ramp railing out back as he parked, a quick tap of a keychain to a ring had the total fence lock engaged, giving him enough privacy to start hauling this gift box inside.

God he was such a fucking genius to install a door lock that opened at the sign of all his unique body tech, if he had to lug this shit and fumble with his jewelry at the same time he'd go crazier! No no no, even without the boxes he'd hate to go back to using the manual locks, the little cat door trick is all he ever needed in his life! Okay of course not all. Not even this new treat will live up to that. Probably.

He didn't need to think about that yet. Not with it actually set in his workshop like this.

He should probably stop calling it an it actually...

Whatever, he could ask if it's got something different to use once he can actually ask it shit at all, first he had to tear off this wrapping paper and get in there.

He leaned over the heavy crate and began tracing fingers against the big nodes of locks keeping it held together. Ohhh if he wasn't already giggly, he was really laughing now… oh how he loved the tinker tech merry go round. Even if the locks were a little goddamn derivative, seriously... it's like Mekhanikus was building an armored tank just to slap a diary lock on the thing. Well. Among tinkers at least.

At least it meant it was a breeze to get the thing open, if he had to wait any goddamn longer to see what he managed to snag he'd do something even more unwise than stealing it to begin with! Of course the stupid specialty tool he made for the things still left the process stupid fiddly, just like fucking with anything else that wasn't his… he really needed more good tools for other common tricks at this rate.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the final lock clicking open, his hands shook with thrill as he lunged for the seam of the crate and scrambled for purchase. He only fumbled with it for a couple seconds before cursing, picking his tool back up and shoving the flat metal end in and prying the damn thing open like that. The harsh sound of a seal breaking was like music to his ears.

The manic grin on his face only split open wider at the sight of the toy inside. Oh Professor Mekhanikus you really shouldn't have!~

The inside of the crate looked like something out of an actually good sci-fi movie, which was not what he was expecting from Mekh given how everything she rode into battle with looked like auto shop homunculi but he guessed she must have some hidden tastes if this was anything to go by. The more interesting part was of course what was inside all that glorified styrofoam packing, and he was practically drooling over it already.

It was a robot. Of course given who he stole it from it wasn't about to be anything else. It felt necessary to remind himself that it was though because for a moment it almost didn't look that way, what with the surprisingly convincing lithe human frame and a face to match that was so real looking that if Ilmarinen wasn't able to see that the damn thing didn't breathe at all and had wires plugged into its head he'd think it was asleep. It basically was— from what he kinda grasped about her robots since starting to fuck with Mekh, then the moment he kicked this thing back on it would wake up, take approximately 20.3 seconds or so to process how long it's been out orrrrr potentially whatever this crate’s been telling it and then it'll realize he's not her and probably attack. Just because it's built like it's for ogling instead of fighting doesn't mean it definitely can't, he refuses to rule it out.

Can't do that to him if he doesn't let the thing though.

A few passes along the inside of the crate with tracing hands let him find the important bits of the machinery and he quickly began work unfolding, uncovering, expanding and otherwise adjusting the mechanisms until he found himself with something of an entire console display. A keyboard, buttons, sliders, lights and of course a display projected into the lid of the crate that was filling his eyes with delicious information about the 197 pound pile of machinery that was his now. He could feel his pants getting tighter.

The controls were of course OBTUSE to get a handle on to begin with, because god forbid any tinker other than him ever do something the smart way, but once he had them down it was allllll his. He felt like a cougar in a college bar. It was no wonder he could never crack anything else he salvaged from cracking heads with her if all of them had a console system like this… he could already feel his head spinning with designs and he hadn't even touched the actual robot yet!! If Mekhanikus doesn't kill him outright the next time she sees him she soooo deserves a handy for this.

He was rocking in his spot on his knees as he examined everything, he was swimming in idea after idea of beautiful mechanical bastards to point at his enemies as he drank in the details, savoring the data about every little mechanism in there making it move and how they're calibrating even as he's sitting there. It was once he started looking at the thinking and behavior functions where he went rigid.

“No. You're fucking kidding.”

Convincing human movements designed into the damn thing. Speech pattern recognition and recreation. Other stupid pointless social bullshit set aside in a locked little folder. And right where there should be all the databases of combat and battlefield control that you would expect from a woman who builds stupid fucking FIGHTING ROBOTS who sends them out to KILL THINGS, right where there should be a pretty little nexus of information to build a real fucking murderbot to save his ass when the big guns are on him… was all just a big layered mess of LOGIC LEARNING SYSTEMS. Ugh. Take back anything he ever said about handies.

It's probably useful. It HAS to have some kind of purpose or Mekhanikus wouldn't have fucking built the damn thing. He had to remember this.

He's not about to kill his boner looking through a big filing cabinet of boooring right now that's for sure. He huffed and began to turn his attention towards the social behaviors half of things, targeting the machines interactions with its maker. As expected the thing was designed to be perfectly loyal to and incredibly protective of her, though not to the destructive degree of the others, it wasn't designed for much past verbal aggression. Fuck, for as much as he wanted to be pissed it was so damn intriguing. Of course for as much as he was chewing through it in his head he was still changing that damn code.

No. No this guy needed to be for him.

Urghh… he really could stand to turn down the loyalty a lil though. As much as he was a genius to be bowed before, having a robot he stole be so devoted that as soon as he turns it on it just will? There was something about it that made his skin crawl. All power to Mekh for whatever she had going on here but this isn't her robot anymore and he's going to do what he damn well pleases about that.

In fact… a little hostility towards her is only fair. It can learn more of that itself.

He continued making slight adjustments like that until his knees went numb, then he pulled up a stool from one of his benches nearby and sat to make even more. In the end if he did it all right— and with as long as he's spent staring so far he fucking better have gotten it right— he would boot this thing up and it'll be confused, maybe a little apprehensive but open to what he had to say to it. If he played his cards right, told the story of how he got it in the first place and talked that shit through proper then he might even get lucky and have the robot ask him to keep it itself! He bounced his foot as he finished the adjustments before folding the extended console parts back into the system of the crate, eyeing the last few buttons left.

Even after the display read [CALIBRATIONS COMPLETE] his hand still hesitated over the power switch.

Fuck it, no turning back already. He gently pressed it before rolling back a bit on his stool to observe as the robot quickly began responding. The wires connected to its head released themselves with a click before small whirrs and creaks started up as it shifted from the fetal position it was curled into to instead sit holding its calves. A high pitched whine sounded from somewhere behind its eyes as it started up.

With it upright in front of him, the features of the face were clearer, especially with the careful way its wig was styled away towards its back. It didn't make it any easier to parse right away, its features weren't too remarkable but were pretty. More than that they were pretty damn androgynous features, and looking down at the body didn't actually help either. The body looked like it could look either direction with just a little help from clothes… maybe it was becoming clearer. He inspected the face again, now that he really considered it, it looked like the material would take makeup. The right makeup, the right clothes and even maybe contacts if someone gets a bit tipped off by the blue of the eyes and really—

“...Where am I?”

Shit. Eyes. 19.8 seconds until alertness. Consistent. He straightened up on the stool and flashed a smile. He hoped for welcoming but he was certainly landing on insane.

“You're inside my favorite workshop. Your maker let me get away with you, my name is Ilmarinen. Do you have one of your own?”

He held out a hand towards the robot and it slowly reached up to shake it. Good.

“Uh… I am Keys… could you clarify your earlier statement? About my maker, not your workshop.”

Its posture was tense but that was to be expected. He slipped his hand into his pocket and tried to look friendly. It was hard when he wanted to know everything he could about what this thing was designed for, but he had to.

“Oh I'd be happy to! See me and your maker— what do you call her by the way? Mommy? Mistress? Master?”

Keys’ eyes blew wide open and it sat up ramrod straight in embarrassment, he didn't think a robot could look like it got splashed by ice water but he could hardly keep himself from giggling at seeing it.

“What! N-no I call her Professor!! Or by her name!!” It's voice cranked into almost a squawk, finally showing some mechanical crack at the edges which was even harder to keep from laughing at after hearing the overly smooth tone it was holding before.

“Aw boo that's way less fun” Ilmarinen blew a short raspberry before continuing “welllll… me and the professor have something of a funny little rivalry yeah? She makes all these beauuutiful machines— like you!” He perks up to smile again and point at Keys “And I… really really really want them, so I try and steal them!! This makes her wanna kill me reaaaal fucking bad. This tracking so far?”

He tilted his head at the robot in front of him, who tilted its own back.

“...You're the guy she calls the scum sucking, grease oiled, paint chugging, mange bitten thief?”

The sheer lack of bite in its deadpan recitation of her insults nearly bowled him out his stool as he howled with laughter, needing to clutch the straps of his harness to keep from falling over as he giggled. Keys didn't look nearly as amused, just tilting its head the other way before something caught its attention and it reached behind its head to fuss with its wig.

“Oh my god… fuckin yeah totally, I dunno who else she'd yell like that at!” He giggled more, there's a reason he's infamous between tinkers and it sure isn't because he asks them nicely for design inspiration. He straightened back up just a little as he wiped away a tear that wasn't there “Fucking crazy that she'd let me steal you right after calling me those things right?”

Keys looked surprised again before a strong furrow hit its eyebrows. “That doesn't sound like the professor at all.”

It was right of course. If Ilmarinen had targeted her stash and tried to get away with Keys as is, Mekhanikus would've probably tried to get his head onto a spike for her next robot to wear into battle or something. But he doesn't run off with armfuls of valuable tech with simple plans like that.

“Oh she's probably real pissed I have you, don't get me wrong… doesn't deserve you if she left you behind to keep one of her other models though does she?” He leaned forward with a smile as he leveled his stare at Keys’ confused expression.

“U-uh… that's not… she…” it looks away for a moment as it's face furrows again— the way the face plates move under the synthetic skin start to make more sense in his head as he sees it more. It sighed and lifted its stare back at him. “She probably anticipated more use out of one of the other models… I do not provide much use outside of scouting, determining passwords and accompanying the professor on civilian or otherwise disguised outings…”

Yes!!! He didn't even have to ask about purpose!!

“...And I've been kept aside for use only in the cases of passwords for almost three months I would say.” There was definite disappointment in its voice. Ilmarinen reeled back some of the excited thoughts that were running wild so he could focus.

“Three months is crazy long for a tinker to avoid using something, even if they kinda use it.” He tried not to let his distaste clear but he wasn't very subtle to begin with. Keys sighed (did it actually move air or was it a recording? He couldn't tell) “She just… must be different. She likes big things, big spectacle and stuff… once she finishes a model she brings them all out for like a big debut of stuff and all that, but then she starts another big model and it'll be… however long again. The combat bots are the only ones who can be sure they'll get used.”

Keys sounded bitterer as it kept talking and Ilmarinen wasn't quite sure how much of the attitude could be attributed to his tweaks but it definitely wasn't talking itself back into the loyalty by the sounds of things. “Is that why she built you the big fancy box? To keep you tucked away while the others are busy fighting or the Professor is too busy to play?” He fought back a smirk at the way Keys started fiddling with its fingers.

Yeah. It'll be his just fine.

“No uh.” Keys gulped and Ilmarinen's full attention was on wondering how before it spoke back up “that's not… what she told me it was for… she said it was a vital part of keeping my body maintained, all the models she builds have to be hooked up to a console in order for maintenance to be completed and for our power sources to charge.” Its resolve returned to its voice at the end as it stared him down.

“Do all the other models get closed up into a little box?”

Its mouth dropped open to protest before it stopped and looked to its knees. “No… Every other model has a small hangar to be hooked up into… the hangars are built into the Professors workshop…” Ilmarinen couldn't help but shake his head.

“I think I'm understanding the picture here, Keys.”

He was trying so so so hard to keep his triumphant smile off his face but he would have to keep it down until this is done. Wouldn't want Keys to get the wrong idea. “Oh yeah. Fuck. Before I start talking about you in this little story, I should probably not be calling you an it all willy nilly, pronouns?” He held out his fist like a microphone and Keys raised an eyebrow. “Uh well… it/its? Unless I'm supposed to be something else for something”

Hot. Damn. He's a goddamn genius.

“Sweet. Weeeell… Your little Professor and I got into another one of our usual spats, yeah? She's rolling out with one of her new models— you called it a debut? She was having a lot of fun with one of those. Doing her usual party thing, fighting a few heroes who were expecting this and all that! I didn't really see much there, I came to the party pretty late!!” He wasn't keeping the smile off his face. Keys wasn't recoiling so he wouldn't fight it down anymore. “No no no, see what I did see is the end of that!”

He snaps a finger. “Silly me, I nearly forgot! I already had you in my trunk by then” he giggled and tapped the side of his head as Keys looked concerned “No see… Professor Mekhanikus knows how anticipated a debut becomes and she really hates that I'm one of the ones to anticipate it, so she always tries to ensure I can't get anything from it” he giggles again “it was a good try at least this time! She likes to pull the classic ‘princess in another castle’ bit against me and move absolutely everything that I could possibly try and copy from her into some fuckin warehouse across town that I can't find on short notice”

Keys wasn't giving him much, just staring as he explains, it looked conflicted but it definitely knew what he was talking about with the Professors game.

“Now that trick only works so good because she can actually get everything there! Her last debut was another day that I went home empty handed so I expected the warehouse swap on the next one, and I hired a few friends to ensure that the transfer process was interrupted!” He was full on grinning now. “The idea was to steal one of the transport trucks entirely or have them be followed all the way to either ensure knowledge of the location or the drivers noticing and turning back to avoid the risk. Circumstances led to that last one”

“That isn't letting you take something!” Keys snapped up a little, holding onto its knees. Ilmarinen just held up a finger.

“I'm getting to that aren't I? Well… warehouse trick or no, your professor decides to debut your new sibling anyway, leaving her workshop guarded by just a few combat models.” He smiled wider. “Your combat ready brethren aren't too bright by the way, I don't know if you knew that... All it took was another visit from my friends from before and I had them leaving the place completely uncovered! I was just about able to walk right in and walk right out with you!” He pouted just a little “of course, the combat models noticed me right then and sent an immediate alert to the professor.”

He leaned over to rest his chin on his hands. Keys’ lips were tight as it kept listening, it didn't have the built in loyalty but it had the memories of its maker, he could tell it felt like he was bragging. Sure, he was, but he still found the details fun. He pouted a little more. “Not all that important is it? No, the important part is that I was paying those friends of mine with something from her workshop. One of her big robots for transport. By the time the professor got back to us with her little debut toy to try and make the fighting go her way— or more like to clean up the mess… you were being loaded into my car!” He tried not to cackle remembering the way Mekhanikus seemed to puff up three times her size in anger when she saw him. “She almost lunged for me right then and there! But instead…”

His face went serious, this was the important part. “Instead, my friends book it to pile into that bot of hers, and while I get to close my trunk and burn rubber outta there, my friends start escaping the other direction and I'll give you one guess who she followed”

Keys didn't have to guess. It looked upset and shook its head lightly “it's like I said… that's one she'd get way more use out of than me, she'll… probably come back to get me”

Ilmarinen just let out a guffaw. “Fat chance!! Anyone who knows anything about me knows, you don't get your shit back once I take it. You're not the only thing I had in my trunk, I took armfuls of what I could to shove in there with you, she probably saw all that too! How much of that is daily use shit for her? She weighed her options between a group driving away in something that she could track down and take away again once they have to stop moving and me taking you potentially forever and she ran after the other guys. For all she knows I'm dismantling you right now!”

He must've come on strong with the way that Keys recoiled and pulled its legs closer. “So… what now then… Do you dismantle me?”

Oh damn he could've just cried at that. “Oh god no! Who do you take me for? I mean I might have to take you apart a little bit assuming that Mekhanikus did her shit any bit right and put a tracker in you, but not… not any sort of permanently. No no no, I want you to stay with me. I'll put you to way better use than that slease on her high horsebot ever did!”

Keys seemed to brighten up. Yes. Yesss…

“Did you… did you change my code?”

Nooooo….

“Yes.” No point in lying. Keys furrows it's brows again. “It wasn't drastic though. I specifically tried to avoid drastic changes so I could meet you as you were. Mostly I just made it so you wouldn't try and hurt me on sight for being one of the Professors enemies.” he tilted his head thoughtfully “... Yeah no! The only real big change is that loyalty thing she put in you! If I didn't turn that whole situation off, then you wouldn't have even believed a word I said! I mean sure, I could point at the fact I have you here and I could open the news so you could see the pictures of her chasing down that other model, but you would just plug your ears and close your eyes because nooo Mekhanikus would never…”

It looked conflicted for a second before covering its face and going still. The internal sounds of mechanics got a little louder before it looked back up at him.

“You… what do you want me for?”

He could feel the grin coming back full force. “To study you first. I have a lot of ideas that I'll need to understand you for, but once that's done…” he tapped his chin before clapping with a grin. “I've always wanted a partner in crime!! You would not believe how shitty it is trying to tinker completely solo, I mean I'm sure others are even more solo, but taking shit from other people and having a real team to bounce ideas off are wayyyy different concepts and I really haven't had a lotta fun with company that I didn't pay to be there in aaages”

“So someone you stole is a nice change of pace?”

He giggled innocently before it devolved into something of a wicked cackle. “C'mon, I'd let you leave if you wanted to go, but you've got an actual untethered brain for once and only a couple tinkers that could really keep you up to snuff. So I mean, fine by me if you wanna try and go back and have your leash reinstalled or run away to try and find someone else to maintain you or…” he leaned back in his stool and hooked his thumbs in his pockets “you could stay with the guy who cared enough to clean up that brain of yours, and maybe help him fulfill his wish of modifying one of Mekh’s bots to be so much better it pisses her off. Whaddya think? Got any features you think she skimped out on?”

Keys was quiet for a moment as it stared at him, eyes pointed and focused as it assessed everything in front of it.

“Well… I've always wanted to try eating.”

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Halloween at Oya High

Summary:Halloween at Oya.Cobra get´s a text from Murayama who left for a short roadtrip to look after Oya and make sure they don´t burn down the school with a crazy Halloween party.When Cobra showes up there he expected a lot,but certainly not this.A group of crazy panicking teens.Screaming about dead friends and death threats,blood and a dead snake pinned to the door with a knife.When then the lock breaks and a little girl asks Cobra to come to play with dead people,he tries not to go crazy too while controling the Oya High students,now locked in like feral caged animals.

Pairings:Yasushi/Shidaken,Cobra/Murayama,Fujio/Tsukasa

Warnings:blood,horror elements,dead bodies kinda

Authors Note:Have fun:)

Each Halloween night Fujio and Tsukasa have their own tradition. They sneak away to their hideout to watch horror movies and eat a ton of candy.This year they sneak into Oya High to celebrate when night falls.They´re seated on their leather couch they dragged inside to the nearest classroom as the thunderstorm started earlier.They found a shitty tv,the screen did break in a corner and the color goes crazy every now and then and yeah even the sound is kinda off but Fujio enthusiastically announces that this will add an extra horror effect.So they fixaded it on a beer crate and searched a sofa table sized kinda furniture that holds all sodas and candy as they watch the movies chosen for this year and have a great time.

Tsukasa puts down his can of soda turning off the tv when they hear a noise other then the screaming of the horror movie from the soon to be dead victim.Speakers that blast a beat to some hip hop music.They exchange a look before heading towards the noise. They kick open the door to the room the music comes from and nearly give Nakagoshi and Nakaoka a heart attack as they both jump back screaming.It was hilarious so they break out laughing at hearing their squeaky screams.“Fujio!What are you doin here?!“Nakagoshi asks as Nakaoka lowers the music.„Horror movie night!Heard some crazy noises and came to investigate“Fujio shruggs.“You?“ „Just finishing a grafitti from earlier.“Tsukasa looks skeptically. “Eh?!You´re literally gonna be here tomorrow.Why sneak in at night for a grafitti?“Tsukasa asks confused.„Oi Sherlock Tsukasa,wanna hear it.Ok.Nakagoshis parents are fighting and my Mom kicked me out for the night,so we throw a two men party.Greatest way to celebrate halloween anyways.“Nakaoka shruggs putting the grafitti can on the nearest table.

That´s when they hear a crash of something heavy.“I swear that shit ain´t on us this time!“Nakaoka defends throwing up his hands in defeat.“Let´s check it out!“Fujio anounces enthusiastically.„Yeah great let´s go play Scooby Doo.“Tsukasa shruggs.The leave and search for the source of the crashing and breaking sounds that doen´s necessarily seem to stop,so it´s easily found.When Fujio throws open the door to the Yasu-Kiyo faction classroom,they see Kiyoshi,breaking bottles and kicking around furniture in a fit or anger.Meanwhile Tsukasa ignores the creepy shadow that seems to dissapear at the end of the hallway behind a corner.

„Oi Kiyoshi!“Fujio exclaims loudly as the others head snaps towards them.“The fuck are yall doin here?!Ain´t got nothing else to do?!“He growls,trying to sound threatening but sounds more exhausted then that.“Celebrating halloween.Where´s Yasushi?! Thought the Crazy Duo is unseperable?“Tsukasa responds.Kiyoshi grumbles something in defeat they can´t quite make out.Exept for Nakaoka who breaks out laughing.“Yasushi´s on a date?!Hilarious!So you´re angry because your collegue get´s choochie and you don´t?!“He teases,tears from laughter streaming down his face by now.„Lucky Bastard eh?!“Fujio smiles.That´s when the door opens again to reveal Todoroki,Shibaman and Tsuji.

„Oh no I found monsters in our school!Their hideous!“Tsuji exclaims towards Shibaman.„Those creepy crawlers gotta come out at night eventually!“Shibaman chuckles.„Very ugly creatures indeed.How do we get the honor of a nightly visit?!“Todoroki smirks.As if he owns the school.Dickhead.Kiyoshi thinks bitterly.„Oi!Same question goes to you and your two lackies“Tsukasa states.Hearing a angry scoff behind him,Todoroki lifts his hands to stop Tsuji and Shibaman dead in their tracks„Nosy,nosy,nosy...“ Todoroki shakes his head,pretending to be dissapointed.

„Shiba´s sister got her lover over,nobody wants to see that shit,so after recoloring our hair we dipped when the storm started.Easy.“Tsuji explains rolling his eyes when Shibaman elbows him in the ribs.They hear the entrence door slam shut and a squeal out in the hall.Jamuo,looking like a wet rat,drenched in rain comes in the room.“Sorry!Missed the subway,then the one after that too!“ Tsukasa rolls his eyes,smiling fondly.“I swear the entrence slamming shut wasn´t me tho!“He throws his hands up in defeat looking around as if one of the others could explain it.

„I saw some kinda shadow earlier,might be that guy.“Tsukasa shruggs and Fujio and Jamuo´s head snap fast enough for a whiplash.“Eehhh?!“Todorkoi shakes his head.“Takajo Tsukasa the horror blonde cliche´.“He chuckles.“Yeah?!Then let´s be more cliche´.We go and check it out.“Tsukasa challanges,heading out the door.“Tsukasa!“Fujio exlaims following him.One after the other swears and follows the two.

„So crazy story someone did break the lock.“Fujio snickers nervously,scratching his neck.“The thunderstorm got worse Fujio,the strong ass wind probably knocked the door shut heavy enough to break it.“Todoroki explains.Tsukasa looks around when he sees another shadow,thinner and smaller then the other.He runs towards it but the shadow seems to have disspeared.He turns towards the others.“I swear he was right here!“He exclaims pointing where the shadow dissapeared.That´s when they hear a creeking door and a crazy laugh.“Oooh hell nah!I´m outta here!“Nakaoka is the first to exclaims,slight panic in his voice.“Yeah man let´s fucking dip!“Tsuji adds.“Wanna kick in the metal door?!The be my fucking guest.“Nakagoshi points out.“Where the windows all barricaded with wood before tonight?“Fujio asks confused.“Isn´t ther this window shattered into a thousand pieces or something?!The one Yasushi kicked in when we got drunk.“Kiyoshi exclaims.“Yeah?! that´s great!Where is it?“Fujio asks eyes big.They don´t wanna hear the answer that Kiyoshi will give them but fuck this shit.„Basement.“He grumbles.“I hate you!“Nakaoka screams at him.„I don´t wanna fucking die here,c´mon!We´re leaving!“Jamuo urges.So they all head towards the basement.

They reach the window Kiyoshi was speaking about and it´s nailed shut.“Motherfucker!“Shibaman exclaims kicking a table.„Oi!“A scream comes from the shadows and Oya High screams.The two shadows break out laughing and step into the light to reveal Odajima and Sachio?!“Heya!“Odajima waves.“Now for those two is no explenation why they should be here though!“ Fujio calls out.“We´re searching Shidaken.“Odajima explains and Todoroki chuckles.“Entertain us.Why would Shidaken be here at Oya High in the middle of the night?“Tsukasa raises an eyebrow.

„We loacated Shidakens phone here.After the shit with Amagai,we downlaoded this app for emergencies.He didn´t show up earlier and we can´t reach him.“Sachio explains.Tsukasa nodds,great idea,the only one that got beaten worse then him in this whole escalation with Amagai was Shidaken after all.It´s Jamuo who freaks out first.“Shidaken´s dead!We´re gonna find his head!“He squeaks.“What´s wrong with you?!“Sachio asks him shocked.„To explain and probably early deescalate,we had one or two creepy encounters earlier that we can´t explain.We´re also kinda stuck here because the lock did break off and windows are suddenly nailes shut.“Fujio explains smiling through his nervousness.“Eh?!“The two Housen members knew it wasn´t a great idea to show up here.“Let´s just all head back towards the classroom,realx and find a solution.We´re gonna call someone who will open the damn lock from the outside but there´s no reception in a basement.“Todoroki explains calmly.

Sachio shakes his head,Odajima rolls his eyes but they all end up heading back towards the Yasu-Kiyo classroom.A new grafitti on the chalkboard makes them stop dead in their tracks.It´s blood red and smeared all across is;Entertain me with your fears.Run and scream but you can´t escape.“That´s some quesationable decoration even for the crazy duo.“Odajima states,leaning his head towards the side and crossing his arms.“Not the time for art critisism dude!“Nakaoka exclaims.“That shit wasn´t there when we were leaving for the fucking basement!“Kiyoshi yells.„Great.“Tsukasa groans.“We gotta find a solution outta here.“Todoroki shakes his head,taking out his phone.“No cell service.The thunderstorm.“He sighs heavily.“We break the door open.We´re like twelve guys.“Fujio says enthusiastically.„We´re not alone here Fujio!“Nakagoshi urges.“Yeah something´s wrong here man.“Shibaman says.„We´re not leaving without Shidaken.“Sachio exclaims and Odajima nodds.

„It could be a serial killer.“Jamuo says dramatically and the color dissapears from his face.“No.“Todoroki simly cuts off his mental breakdown.“There are no serial killers sneaking around in high schools.Especially not in the shitty delinquent ones where nearly everyone carries their own weapons.“Tsuji explains and Shibaman hits Jamuo over the head.“Oh yeah?!There´s no escape.Shadows with crazy laugh sneaking around and Shidaken is apparently in our school in the dear night.Then the bloody threat!“Jamuo screams his throat raw at this point.“It´s halloween man.The night where the border of the living and the dead smears together.“Nakagoshi says,haunted look in his eyes.“Don´t be crazy we´re just gonna break open the door and leave there will be some tools lying around here.“Tsukasa says going towards the closed door when Jamuo throws himself infront of his friend.

“If you wanna make it easier for the killer then be my freaking guest!“He screams eagerly throwing the door open and a guy stands infront of the door in the shadows of the hallway.Damn this shitty school and their broken lightbulbs.They scream loudly and the shadow steps into the room to reveal Cobra?!What in the Scooby-Doo shit is going on at Oya High?!As they all scream Fujio jumps onto Tsukasa clinging onto his friend for dear life.Jamuo jumps behind Shiba and Tsuji.The only one not screaming or clinging desperate to his co leader is Todoroki who breaks out laughing at the sight of Fujio.“Oya High´s leaeder everyone!“Cobra looks like his heads about to explode when he screams for them to shut up.“Oi!I nearly pissed myself!“Fujio exclaims grumply climbing down from Tsukasa.“Cobra-san what are you doin here?!“Tsukasa asks.“Murayama asked me to check if you throw a party and burn down Oya while he´s on a roadtrip with Furuya and Seki!“

That´s when there´s another crash followed by a crazy histerical laugh and a scream.„Nooo,uhuh,yeah nope.I´m outta here!“Cobra exclaims trying to run off but is stopped dead in his tracks by Jamuo´s dramatic scream.“We´re all gonna die!“The kid is borderlining on histerical by now.“So we´re all dead?!Would someone explain what the fuck is wrong with you lunatics?!How would you come to that conclusion,c´mon crazy kid,entertain me.“Cobra says as he turns towards Jamuo,rolling his eyes. „There´s some crazy shit happening tonigh.Some shadow sneaking around lock broken,windows nailed shut!“Fujio explains.“We gotta follow the horror movie rules!Then search a way outta here.Escape the psychopathic killer that killed Shidaken!“Jamuo screams eagerly.Cobra stared at Fujio like he grew a second head.“Someone´s fucking dead?!Why don´t you fucking lead with that?!“Cobra screams angrily.„No!“Tsukasa interrupts.“No one´s dead!“Cobra freaking out is the last thing they need.„We localeted Shidakens phone here at Oya High after we couldn´t contact him.Now we just havent´found him yet and there´s some weird shit happening„Sachio explains not wanting to risk any kinda confrontaition with Sannoh´s leader.“Yeah last time I couldn´t reach him he was nearly beaten to death!“Odajima adds.Cobra nodds understandingly.“Soo just to be sure because you know halloween night where living and dead can cross borders freely because their kinda smeared we wanna be sure to follow the horror movie rules.“Nakaoka adds.“So drama kid,rules?“Cobra turns towards Jamuo.

„Yeah!So,virgins have a great survival rate!Don´t do anything sexual whatsoever!“He eagerly explains.„Noo.That would be like fucking my brother i aint ever fucking my brother.“Nakaoka shudders.„Great thanks for establishing that.“Todoroki says sacasm dripping from his voice.As a great shock for everyone it´s Sachio who speaks up.„I´m dead.“He nearly whispers in denial.„I`m gonna die too.Gonna join me in death Todoroki<3?“Odajima teases,leaning closer and innocently blinking at his boyfriend,who tries to hide a smirk.

„Oh yeah I´m a goner.“Tsuji shrugs,chuckling.“Oi!At least I ain´t dying alone!“He then hits Shibaman in the shoulder.“You´re a dead man walking dude!“He laughs.“Take it serious!“Jamuo squeaks.„Oi!At least my ass is safe take that Yasushi!“Kiyoshi screams in extacy.„We´re dead but not Yasu-Kiyo?!C´mon!Where´s Yasushi anyways?“Todoroki asks.„With lover boy.“ „I´m soo dead.“Cobra exclaims offended.All heads turn towards him with a puzzled expression.“Congratulations playboy!You get a shit ton more action then me.Why not scream it out.Manslut.“ Cobra´s deathglare towards Kiyoshi is legendary.“I swear that came out wrong!I´m not slut-shaming.I´m slut encouraging!I´m not judging,I´m jealous.“Cobra shakes his head.„Murayama´s dick.The death sentance.“Fujio leans towards Tsukasa chuckling until Cobra hits him over the head.„Shidaken´s dead!“Nakaoka exclaims.Odajima breaks out laughing.„Eyy!Goo Shidaken!“He exclaims.Tsukasa shakes his head with a heavy sigh,leaving without the others noticing.

„We can´t celebrate that Shidaken got lucky“Fujio states and Todoroki shakes his head highly amused by that lunatic behavior.“We gotta find a solution“Todoroki states,„Yeah I´m just gonna be seatet right here waiting for any great ideas.“Sachio says. „I got one!“Jamuo screams.“Oh yeah?!Then let´s hear it.“ „Follow the goddamn horror movie rules!“Jamuos screams turn higher.“Bullshit.“

„Oiii that´s for the straights Jamuo!“Odajima exclaims loudly scaring the shit out of Sachio.“The gay survival rate is great!You´re gonna die in the sequel tho...“Jamuo seems the desperatly think of a possible answer.“Don´t be so meta.“Tsuji laughs.“Don´t we still have some liquor from the last party?!“Kiyoshi grumbles searching.He triumphantly holds up a nearly empty bottle of Tequila.When Cobra snatches the bottle,hitting Kiyoshi over the head,who growls threatingly.Cobra doesn´t flinch whatsoever. „Don´t do drugs kids.“He says as he flicks down the cap and takes a big swing Tequila.“I won´t do this shit sober.I´m dead anyways“His voice drips with venom and sarcasm as he takes another sip.Heavily conemplaining if Oya High puts lsd in their air wents or some similar crazy shit.He get´s seated,throwing his legs up on the table,leaning back.“So?!Now I wanna hear the other horror rules that shits hella entertaining.“

„Don´t split up!Don´t say i´ll be right back,because you won´t be!The lone survivor will be the only one back for you funeral!“He continues.“Great,Imma take a leak I´ll be right back!“Tsuji says and Shibaman laughs.„Why wouldn´t you listen?!Tsukasa!“He screams eyes searching wildly for his friend.“TSUKASA!“The door opens and Tsukasa,completly relaxed returns.“What?!I went to take a piss.When you wanna tag along next time to entertain me or wanna help me you lunatic then be my guest.“ „Just piss into a empty glass bottle man.“Kiyoshi smiles evily eyeing Cobra.Revenge is sweet.“That´s what Yasushi and I do with the empty Tequila bottles.“He lies.

Cobra who was mid-taking a huge swing of tequila stops dead in his tracks.Eyes nearly jumping out of his head.Choking brutally on the tequila,coughing and gasping for breath as the others look morified at the revelation on what Cobra might´ve drank.Kiyoshi breaks out,howling with laughter.“I´m joking!That´s tequila!“He wheezes.When the tequila bottle misses his head by an inch.„Now we´re all gonna relax,no one forces any bodily fluids in bottles,especially non Cobra-san drinks out of.“Fujio chuckles.„Tsukasa have you seen the creepy shadows again?!“Tsukasa shakes his head.„Nah,didn´t see nobody.But still kinda creepy yo.“Jamuo sneaks closer,trying to seem threatenining.„Why creepy why on the ever loving piece of shit earth would you say creepy?!“He squeaks.„You will all push the laws then you will be dead!“Jamuo screams histerically and cobra hits him over the head before getting seated on the table.“Shouldn´t you protect the night with your S.W.O.R.D wannabe vigilante shit?!“Kiyoshi asks.„No that´s on the others tonight.Also against popular belive I have a fucking life too man.So now I´m stuck here,with great entertainment and the honor of babysitting a bunch of histerical teens that think I´m gonna die.“Cobra grumbles.

„And you´re crazy rant doesn´t necessarily makes sense tho.“Todoroki turns towards Jamuo.„It makes sense when you watch a ton horror movies!“Fujio adds.„Yeah,I´m a pussy.I´m not watching that.Where´s Yasuhsi when you need him?!“Jamuo groans.„For what`!To throw him at the killer to run and escape?“Tsukasa laughs.“Or Yasushi´s the killer!“Jamuo screams.„Oi!Jamuo!“Kiyoshi screams as a warning.„Where is he then?!You two are always together!Now he´s with his love sacrificing a human somewhere!“He explains with a ton of confidence.„Not funny Jamuo!“Kiyoshi gets louder.„Hilarious,actually.“Fujio snickers and Tsukasa nodds.“YASUSHI`S HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES!“Jamuo is scared of Yasushi on a normal day,now it´s escalating.„It´s gotta be a halloween prank or what?!You´re gonna believe there´s a psycho killer on the loose?!Ridiculus.We´re dead ass 13 fucking people if we including the grown ass man that lead a biker gang.Nothing is gonna happen!Nobody is even dead jet.“Todoroki scoffs.„I don´t wanna end in a horror movie!“Tsuji whines.“I don´t wanna cut of my body parts!Please don´t let us be in Saw!“ Nakaoka groans.A heavy thud against the door makes them all stop dead in their tracks.Cobra´s head snaps towards the noise.

He hesitantly get´s up and throws open the door stepping out in the hallway,that´s meanwhile dark and empty.“C-Cobra-san!“Jamuo screams when he turns around the younger one points towards the door.There´s a knife jammed door,fixaded with the blade to the wood is a toy snake,a cobra.Blood smeared all over.Then a creepy little girls voice comes from the speakers;“Cobra come and play with me<3.We´re all dead here,we can play togehter it´s gonna be a party!“He growls turning towards the horrified teens.He rips the knife out if the snake.“We´re leaving!“He grumbles.„I´m gonna rude boy my way of the roof if it´s necessary but instead we search that damn exit in the basement and kick it down.Party is over.“He´s leaving and learns after two steps their hesitation.He sticks his head in the door way.“C´mon!Write a letter to your loved ones and lets hustle!“He exlaims.The others swear and curse under their breath following Cobra.

They head towards the basement and hear a woman screaming in one of the old storage rooms.They stop dead in their tracks infront of the door.Whispering and fighting who should open the door.Cobra kicks open the door to get punched in the face.The room is pitch black exept the colors flickering from a old tv.He has no idea who punched him but he throws one right back,ending up cobra-twisting whoever punched him.“Oi!“The guy screams.That´s when Fujio hesitatntly turns on the lights to reveal Cobra fighting Yasushi.“Uncobra-twist me blondie!“He growls as he bites Cobra,who let´s Yasushi go with a squeak.The little rat did even break his damn skin.“That´s not a monster its our monster!“Fujio breaks out laughing and Jamuo points towards the old couch.„Yasushi killed Shidaken.“Shidaken who was sleeping peacefully with his head leaning backwards on the couch now wakes up grumpily.“What the fuck?!“He sleepily asks,rubbing his eyes. “Shidaken?!You´re not dead?!“Jamuo yells and Shidaken rolls his eyes pretending to check his pulse.“Not dead,now again.What the fuck?!“

„Great left hook.“Cobra admits holding his bruising jaw.“Yeah?!My right one´s even better.“Yasushi grumbles.“How the fuck did we forget that Yasushi´s lover boy is Shidaken?!“Odajima exclaims laughing.He looks towards Yasushi seeing he wears Shidakens sweater jacket.“Domestic bitches.“He leans towards Sachio who tries to hide a smirk.„I can´t even eat the amount this makes me wanna vomit.“Kiyoshi grumbles.“Yo!What is wrong with you?!“Nakaoka exclaims disgusted as Shibaman dry heaves and Tsuji turns away from the Tv.“What are you watching,getting inspiration for the next fight?!That´s crazy!“Fujio stares at the Tv.„I had no idea that´s physical possible.“Todoroki nodds.„I will get soo many nightmares.“Fujio says.„Yeah I an´t gonna sleep alone the next few week,“Shibaman mumbles.„Great your sister can scoot over im coming too!“Tsuji agrees.„I gotta bleach my eyes.“Tsukasa groans.“What I love this clown!“Yasushi defends.

„So the crazy screams earlier in the hallway....Did you and Shidaken...“Fujio asks.„What in the fifty shades of grey,BDSM,kinky shit would Shidaken need to do,so Yasushi would scream like that?!“Cobra exclaims.Tsukasa breaks out laughing.„Not gonna lie Yasushi loves to scream for entertainment alone.“Fujio smirks when Odajima then turns towards Yasushi.„Heya,uhm short question!Why you gotta sneak around with Shidaken tho?“He asks leaning towards them with a shit eating grin.“Yeah!Great question!“Fujio nodds eagerly.“Sneaking around like that is crazy even for you man.“Tsukasa shakes his head.

„So,we clearly see what,or sorry,who´s gotten into you but why Shidaken?!“Odajima snickers into his sweater.“Not helping Odajima.“Todoroki scolds.Odajima sees the colors of Shidaken and Yasushi´s face change into red.“I bet Yasushi is one kinky bitch man.“Tsuji says and Shibaman nodds in agrement.Odajima leans closer.“I´m not mistaken then?Neat!So,how was it?!“He asks a emberassed Yasushi.The others break out laughing and Yasushi turns around hiding his face in Shidakens shoulder.“Kill me dead this time.Right there.C´mon please.“Yasushi groans towards Shidaken poiting at his temple and Todoroki scoffs again.“I wanna have the tea Todoroki.I love it that´s a juicy story!“He defends hitting his boyfriend with the sleeve of his sweater.„It´s not juicy it´s fruity.“Nakaoka snickers.“Fruity as fuck.“Nakagoshi barks out a laugh.

„What the fuck are you all doing here anyways?!“Shidaken asks. He deseratly takes anything,to distract from his sexlife.“At least we weren´t bonding with a former enemy we beat the shit out of to the extend of reopened stiches on the head.“Kiysohi grumles still bitter.“Boning not bonding Kiyoshi.“Nakaoka chuckles.„Whatever I don´t wanna see that in my head.“Kiyoshi says.„Also theres a difference between bonding and bondage.“Tsukasa snickers.„MOVING ON!So what´s with the crazy meetup?!“

„We all have some crazy luck to all come here for a different reason,end up meeting.Then creepy shit happened,shadows,the lock breaking,nailed shut windows,screams and crazy laughing. Until there was a bloody death threat on the chalkboard.They located Shidakens phone here,we thought you killed him.Then a knife and a dead snake in the door and a creepy girl inviting Cobra over the speakers to come and play with her because they all can be dead together and that´s a party.“Fujio breaks it down for Yasushi and Shidaken.“So he´s gonna put the fun in funeral?!Great“Yasushi asks confused.

„Yeah?!Then in this situation,it´s every hoe for themselfes!“ Shidaken exclaims throwing his hands up in defeat.“Are you crazy?!Nah.We´re like nuns now!We travel in pack!Did yall lost what´s left of your minds?How did yall forget we can kick ass?!Even cobra-twist the shit outta me can kick ass!“Yasushi screams enraged.He had a great night until these lunatics showed up,saying he deadass killed Shidaken?!„Please behave like a normal human being for at least once....“Tsukasa explains shaking his head, grimacing and pinching the bridge of his nose.„Great a grown ass man,leading a gang then running with this brainless shit?Are you all crazy,you dumb fucking pissheads?!“Yasushi continues to screaming his throat raw.

„There was a bloody death threat on the chalkboard!“Fujio defends angrily pointing towards the closed door.“No ones dead yet.“Cobra says being ingnored.„Yeah not because Oya High´s non existend teachers run outta chalk easily with all the teaching.That´s hella shady.“ Nakaoka adds.„It was deadass the voice of a little girl too!“Shibaman defends.„Yeah but the screams weren´t man!“Tsuji exclaims towards his friend. Todoroki loves to see this unfold,thinks there´s an explanation,no one will end up dead but that´s still entertaining as fuck.“So a deranged killer kid?!The what´s the issue?!Kick it!Oh what you gonna tell me you ain´t gonna fight a crazy killer kid?!“Yasushi asks.„No I wouldn´ kick a kid.“Tsukasa sounds so dissapointed.„Yeah bohoo!Congratulaitons on being a peace loving hippie Tsukasa!I would kick it.Kids are just sperms that you grow into a pet anyways.“ Yasushi yells.„Oi!Non of yall dumbasses ever seen Orphan?!The little girl was a 33 year old psycho,murking off her entire family!It´s not an excuse when you look physically like a kid.You can still be a bloodthirsty luantic!“Odajima adds putting himself on team kick a kid.

„I will play soccer with that kids head if it´s a grown ass killer!“Shibaman defends.“C´mon horror freak!“Tsuji adds towards Yasushi.“What do you think about it?!“He urges as they hear a giggle over the speakers.„They create fear and make us crazy,so we fight each other and seperate.Then they can kill for example our soon to be first victim Cobra.The dramatic first kill of the blond hot guy.“Yasushi explains.“Why the fuck me?!“ „The hot blonde dies normally first.Scream for example and sorry Tsukasa but the only one who loves your kicked puppy look is Fujio,so the lead goes to Cobra.“Yasushi shruggs.“THe opening kills goes towards you!“Tsukasa groans as he jumps Yasushi choking him.“He´s trying to kiss me!“Yasushi squeaks as the others break out laughing,as he´s trying to escape Tuskasas grip that goes thighter.Fujio your boy toy is cheating!Fucking help me.C´mon Tsukasa it´s a joke not a dick,don´t take it to hard!“Tsukasa let´s go of Yasushi and punches him in the face.“It´s a punch not a dick don´t take it to hard.“

That´s when music comes out of the speakers.A damn creepy children song.--Starting with a piano.I know,you belong to somebody new,but tonight you belong to me.Although we´re apart,you´re part of heart.And tonight you belong to me.-- „Oi Cobra-san!I think that they mean you!“Odajima says.„Yeah.C´mon Scooby Doo.Let´s do it then!Search for the source of the music and the little girls voice then.“Cobra groans.„100 bucks if we leave Yasushi here.“Tsukasa adds but is being hit in the shoulder by Yasushi and over the head by Kiyoshi.Cobra throws open the door to reveal a shadow in the distance.He shuts the door in a heartbeat.„Ohhh hell the fuck nah.We need an adult!“Cobra exclaims.Tsukasa snorts as Fujio explains.“Cobra-san,I don´t wanna be the one to break the news to you,but you´re the adult!“Cobra turns towards Fujio.“No!I mean a competend one!“Cobra yells.Shidaken shoves him towards the door.

„Did you broken condom really push me towards the door?!“He growls angrily.„Imma push yall towards the killer cause unlike you meatheads I`m not defending, I`m not fighting,I´m running!“He says pointing at everyone.„Your mom should´ve swallowed you!“Cobra snaps.“Yo!We lure them in and execute them!Roll credits,movie over,get out of the fucking theatre!“Cobra anounces.“There´s the hallway with a door on each end infront of the Yasu-Kiyo classroom.“Todoroki offers.“Great!On each door there will be two of you waiting.Take the shortcut.“Tsukasa adds.Shibaman and Tsuji,Nakaoka and Nakagoshi leave towards the doors.„The rest get creative,crazy and and lure them there somehow.“

One of the guys throws a severed head at Cobra who kicks it back after realising its silicone and gummi.A ridiculus halloween prank.Cobra´s blood boils with anger as he takes the knife and attacks the guy.With team efford and nearly stress vomiting the manage to trap all three guys wearing all black and clowns masks in the hallway. Nowhere a little girl found.Cobra rips the mask of one of them to reveal Murayama.“Heya Cobra-chan<3!“He snickers.Cobra breaks out laughing as he cobra-twists Murayama,throwing Seki and Furuya who turned out to be Murayama´s little helpers a deathglare.“Sorry Cobra-chan.“Murayama mumbles. “What?!“ Cobra teases thightening the grip.“I´m sorry Cobra!“Yell Murayama,Seki and Furuya at the same time now.

[icarusthelunarguard]

 This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

Continuing the Spooky-Month theme, we’ve generated a random list of horror movie titles and are going to make up a new plotline for each one. If you already know these movies, just know that we’re not sorry in the least.

Aries 

In your movie titled, “Ginger Snaps”, you find yourself in the Upper West Side of Manhattan, NY in the mid-1950’s. Two groups of young men with slicked back hair are approaching you; They're all redheads. Suddenly music by Leonard Bernstein sings out of a window adorned with the Puerto Rican flag. Can you sing and dance your way out of this rumble in the concrete jungle?

Taurus 

The year is 1986 and you find yourself in a musical recording studio. You’re the engineer working on the album, “Fore!” by Huey Lewis and the News. The band members are in isolated rooms when an overhead waterline breaks, spilling over the high voltage circuits for the building. Can you escape without being electrocuted? Can you get the band out too? Find out at the end of the 93-minute feature, “Jacob's Ladder”!

Gemini  

Your movie is, basically, just… “Being John Malkovich”, but set in the early 80’s with a new musical soundtrack. Can you pilot a John Malkovich bio-mech suit while listening to Ska music in the musical-thriller feature release, “In the Mouth of Madness”. Let’s watch it at the drive in and find out.

Cancer Moon-Child 

You and your friends have driven out to an old wooden shack of a house in the middle of nowhere, Tennessee. The trees surrounding you whisper in the breeze. Dead leaves keep splattering against the door and windows. There’s an old, creepy book with a face on it and a trap door to the cellar, chained and padlocked shut. Suddenly everything goes quiet! Deep footsteps can be heard on the wooden porch just before a shotgun blast tears off the lock. As the door opens, the silhouette of the most glorious chin in the world is revealed. Can you overcome… “Cabin Fever”? Opening Halloween Weekend. 

Leo 

You find yourself crouched behind a wooden crate in a blocky world with footsteps around you. You’re wearing dark military gear with a matching headband. A muted green glow on your wrist tells you what you’re needed to do: sneak into this facility, find some highly secretive intel, and bug out before you’re spotted. Will you avoid all the patrols and CCTV cameras in the world of…. “Whisper”? 

Virgo 

This is more of an Art Piece than a Horror Movie. Think “Saw”, but with the snobbiest wine taster you’ve ever known. Duct Tape them to a chair; ankles to neck to wrists, and have them watch in horror as their glass of wine sits on a table, out of reach, about to have the most vile desecration done to it. Because suspended over it, on a string, is a brick of ice - moments away from dropping into it. Welcome to…. “The Cube”!

Libra 

She’s out there. You know she is, but you can’t know where. Flitting from tree to tree, mocking you. Daring you to find her. Imitating people’s voices that almost sound like people you knew. Even making comforting sounds to distract you. Your only weapon of defense… a pocket full of corn kernels and raisins. Welcome to the terror of… “The Crow”. 

Scorpio 

A first-person view’s Coming of Age story. You’re terrified, looking back and forth wildly. You know where you are - you’ve seen all these landmarks before when your mom drove you to the bowling alley with her for league days. But now you’re on your own. Your Huffy 5-speed bike under you as you look for the right road to get there… or will you chicken out and try to find your way home? Can you find your way without a map before your classmates find you? How will you survive… “A Nightmare on Elm Street”?

Sagittarius 

It’s April. You’ve put off all the math until the last minute thinking you’ll be able to get everything done in time. But Midnight is fast-approaching and you don’t know where your tax deductions box is. You need to make it through, “Friday the 13th”! Released direct to video because no movie theatres would screen it!

Capricorn 

Poor fifth graders, trying to grow up and be the Top Dogs of the school. They thought it’d be easy. They… Thought… Wrong. They’re outnumbered Ten-to-One with littler students who intend to make their last week of classes Hell on Earth. Welcome to the next chapter in…. “The Frighteners”!

Aquarius 

Join us in a mild-mannered office, with a mild-mannered man, doing a mild-mannered job. Meet “Carl”, lead animator on one of the most popular childrens’ Saturday Morning Cartoon Series of 1969. But he’s trying to hide secrets from his Quality Checker. Smeared motions, missing facial features, wrong character placements from wide to close shots… Will he get paid this week, or lose his job? Follow Carl’s terror as he is… “Haunted”, by Hanna Barbera Studios.

Pisces  

You were paid last month, but something’s wrong; you’re running out of time for your monthly auto-payments. The New Year’s party time was great, but now you’re literally paying it off with your life. Welcome to March as you try to survive… “28 Days Later”!

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord and BLUESKY.

(Calling out @scoobydoomistakes specifically on this one!)

[wrestlingwithlife]

That Is Some Wild West Shit Right There

When a mission goes off the rails and Y/n gets separated from the rest of the task force he is forced to use the skills he learned growing up in his home town to get back to his team.

Task Force 141 x Male!Cowboy!Reader

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“This has got to be the stupidest place to build some sort of evil science base.” Y/n hissed into the coms, back pressed up against a massive crate.

What Y/n assumed to be a lab was built practically on the side of a cliff. On one side of the lab you had a mess of trees that was practically just a jungle, and on the other a sheer drop off that led to one of the angriest looking rivers Cowboy had ever seen.

“Relax, we’ve almost got the last of the files downloaded.” Ghost eased the antsy male. Y/n grumbled a bit.

There were a few more beats of silence before a blaring alarm sounded, Y/n cringed at the noise. “Relax, huh?”

As a group of enemy soldiers went to run into the building Y/n stood up and opened fire on them to take the heat off the rest of the team and keep them from getting cornered in there.

“Y’all get yer asses out here now!”

Ghost was first out the door, sliding behind a box on the opposite side of the court yard for cover. The others weren’t far behind, but Y/n was on the complete other side of the yard. Trapped between the armed group of terrorists and the sheer drop off.

“Cowboy, how copy?” Price’s voice buzzed in the coms. Y/n ducked back down as a few of the soldiers turned their attention onto him.

Gaz threw out two smoke bombs, offering a bit of cover. Y/n took his chance and darted to another crate a bit farther away, but far to close to the cliff for his own comfort.

“Just peachy.” He hissed, ducking under the onslaught of bullets that rained down onto his crate.

“What the hell is that? Wait—“

“Get down!”

Y/n was able to cover his head just in time as a loud explosion shook the area. The crate he was behind blasted back in to him, shattering and sending his disoriented form flying back.

“Cowboy!” Soap shouted, breaking from his cover, but he was to late to reach his friend.

Y/n grabbed desperately at the edge of the cliff, but it was no use. Task Force 141 was forced to watch in horror as one of their own plummeted into the raging waters below.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Y/n’s eyes opened blearily. His head was pounding and everything was fuzzy, but he forced himself up onto his elbows.

His eyes adjusted a bit and he took in the area around him. The room he was in was quite homey. Beautifully woven tapestries hung on the walls and intricately crafted pottery decorated almost every space. The male was laid out on a woven mat, all of his things sat nearby.

The h/c haired soldier checked his body, cursing when he found the damaged tracker. There was no way his squad would be able to find his location now. Where ever the hell he was.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the hall, and a middle aged man walked into the room. His face was kind and worn with smile lines, and he appeared to be of some sort of Hispanic decent. His smile widened when he saw Y/n was awake.

“Ah! My friend, we were worried for you. Fishermen found you in river.” The man spoke, his voice heavy yet still welcoming. “I saw the patch on your arm, you are American?”

Cowboy nodded. “Thank you for bringing me into your home, I could never repay such an act of kindness.”

The man shook his head, waving his hands in front of him. “It is you who I could never repay. Your service is the ultimate payment.”

A soft smile graced the southern males lips. “Then perhaps you could answer some questions?”

Y/n explained everything. The terrorists, the explosion, the river. The older man listened intently.

“We were supposed to go to La Ciudad Perdida after we completed our task for extraction in two days, but I don’t even know where I even am.”

At the mention of the city the man, who Y/n had learned to be named Mateo, perked up. “Our fishermen found you not long ago, and the city is not to far. Come, I will see if I can help you.”

At the mention of the slight hope Cowboy was quick to grab what he still had, following Mateo from his rather large home. As they walked out the older man leaned down and whispered something to a young boy who was quick to scurry off.

“My village does not have vehicles like trucks and jeeps, but there may be another way for you to travel.” Mateo spoke. “La Ciudad Perdida his eight miles west of here, a long journey on foot. However…”

The boy from before returned, rounding Mateo’s home with a massive black horse in tow. The horse moved with a sense of elegance and pride to it, like it had complete confidence in every step it took.

Mateo smiled at the beast before turning to Cowboy, who was still watching the stallion in awe.

“Can you ride?”

Cowboy turned to look at Mateo, eyes shining like new born stars. “I have my whole life.”

The older gentleman smiled. “Good. Than Guerrero will be your mount. He his unflinching at the sound of gunfire, he shall run for you bravely.”

“Warrior…” Y/n whispered the meaning of the stallions name to himself, stroking the giants forelock. “Mateo, how can I repay you for this?”

He waved the h/c haired male off. “I already tell you, your service pays for it all. Besides, I am wealthy man. I have many horses.” The old Hispanic’s eyes shined with mischief.

Y/n laughed, clasping Mateo’s hand in his own and giving it a firm shake. “I will not forget this, my friend.”

Y/n pulled himself up into Guerrero’s saddle, taking a moment to adjust his gun and equipment so the weight was more even. With a final wave to Mateo, Y/n rode off into the direction of La Ciudad Perdida.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Y/n did is best to keep Guerrero at a trot the whole ride. As much as he wanted to get there as fast as he could he had no idea what kind off situation he would be riding into, and he wanted both him and the stallion to have plenty of energy when they did arrive.

“You know, I always used to imagine doing this.” Cowboy chuckled to nobody but himself and the dark horse. “Riding into battle on a horse. Maybe it seemed silly, but I always thought that would be so badass.”

Guerrero snorted, shaking his head in response. Y/n chuckled, patting the stallion’s neck.

It wasn’t long before the outline of the city became prominent against the horizon. Y/n couldn’t help but smile that they had made it in time.

“Guerrero, I promise to you I’ll have you taken to my ranch back home where you will be treated like a king.” The southern male promised the horse, rubbing his neck. Y/n felt impossibly giddy about the fact he was about to be reunited with his teammates.

Once the city began to take shape the stallions steps paused for a moment, ears forward as he listened intently. It was only a moment before Y/n heard it too. The sound of raging gun fire, it was without a doubt coming from the city.

“That’s not good.” Y/n kicked Guerrero into a gallop. “Hyah!”

The black stallion whinnied, charging towards the city at impossible speeds.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

Soap’s back was pressed flush against the truck he was hiding behind, Gaz right next to him as gun fire rained down over their heads.

After watching Y/n disappear into the raging water shit hit the fan. Ghost had went on a rampage, slaughtering every terrorist he could get his hands on.

Gaz had tried to find Cowboy’s location using his tracker, but the thing had obviously been damaged or destroyed in the river. That alone ebbed at Soap’s hope that he’d ever see the male again, but Soap knew better than that.

Cowboy was fighter. He was harder than nails with the kind of spirit that would put even the most wild of animals to shame. Soap knew if anyone could survive it would be him.

But that was counting on the fact that the rest of them would make it out. Whatever was left of the terrorist group had managed to regroup and followed them to their extraction point.

They had been caught unaware, and now all four of them were pinned down, unable to break from the cover long enough to wrap around behind the group.

Ghost cursed as he ducked his head back behind the crate he was using for cover next to where Gaz and Soap were. Price wasn’t far off, hidden behind his own rather large crate.

The most infuriating part about this whole thing is that there were only six terrorists. The task force without a doubt had them outmatched, but they had managed to get the drop on them.

“This is fucking insane. How many rounds could they possibly have.” Gaz cursed as the bullets continued to rain down.

Soap shook his head, reloading his own gun. “I don know, but I’m about sick of this.”

The shooting faltered for a moment, and the terrorists began shouting things Soap couldn’t make out. In the beat of silence a new noise was heard. It sounded like the beat of hooves on pavement, and it had the group leaning a bit to see what it was.

A hulking black mass was speeding down the street of the abandoned city, atop it sat a figure with a assault rifle poised and ready. The four could not believe their eyes as their teammate came charging in, giving a wicked laugh.

“Holy shit, Cowboy!”

“That is some Wild West shit right there.”

Y/n aimed his gun at the group of terrorists, the angle he came in at giving him the perfect opening. His heart thudded with wild adrenaline as he gave a loud war cry, littering their bodies with bullets.

The group didn’t know what had hit them.

Guerrero charged forward bravely, his ear hardly twitching as Y/n rained down hell onto the group. When the last of the terrorists had fallen Soap and Gaz were the first to move from their spots, followed closely by Ghost and Price.

Guerrero slid to a stop and Cowboy leaped from his saddle, Soap enveloping him into one of the tightest hugs he’d ever experienced.

“Ah, you amadan! I knew you’d be alright!” The Scottish man bellowed, grinning from ear to ear as crushed the h/c haired male in a hug.

Gaz was next to reach him, throwing an arm over his shoulders and ruffling Y/n’s hair affectionately.

Y/n ribs felt like they were cracking from their crushing force, but his smile was wide. He was ecstatic to be back among his teammates.

Once Soap reluctantly released the male Price reached up to ruffle his hair for himself, grumbling about Y/n giving him a heart attack.

“Yeah, I suppose I don’t want to give grandpa any more scares.” Y/n teased, giggling as he earned himself a playful slap to the side of the head from his captain.

A large arm wrapped it’s was around Cowboy’s shoulders, giving him a light squeeze. The male looked up, meeting Ghost’s steely gaze.

“Glad you didn’t die.” The masked male said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before letting him go. Y/n smiled, Ghost wasn’t one for public affections, so that alone was equal to Y/n being swept off his feet and praised from the mountain tops.

“Have I got a story for you guys.”

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜

“Thanks, Ricky. I really appreciate this man. Alright, talk to you later.” Y/n hung up his phone, pocketing it as he went back to towel drying his hair. Ricky was Y/n’s transport guy. The man in charge of getting Y/n’s horses and live stock from one place to another.

And thanks to Ricky, Guerrero was now on his way to Y/n’s ranch. Where Y/n was sure that the stallion would get the full royal treatment.

Y/n tossed his towel into the hamper, opening the door to his bedroom. Price and Ghost were already there waiting for him.

Price was sitting on Cowboy’s bed, leaned up against the wall and reading a book. He sported a grey T-shirt and pair of loose black joggers, his usual hat sitting on the bed side table.

Ghost was leaned up against the head board, a few pillows stacked behind him for comfort. The masked male wore a black tank top and dark grey sweats, his sleeve of tattoos also on display.

Y/n shuddered a bit, he had a few tattoos of his own. The emblem of his ranch on his left shoulder blade and a few more on his legs, but the sight of Ghost’s sleeve just made his heart flip. He’d have to get one of his own soon.

Cowboy made his way over to his bed, crawling over Ghost to sit closer to the wall. Once he settled against the pillows he huffed, throwing his legs over Price’s lap. The Captain only chuckled, shaking his head before going back to his book. Though, one of his hands stayed resting on the males thigh, his thumb drawing small circles into it.

Before Y/n could get fully situated Ghost reached out, tugging the shorter male in with an arm around his shoulder. Y/n’s head hit Ghost’s chest and he looked up to meet Ghost’s gaze, but the other wasn’t looking at him.

Cowboy knew Ghost needed this. Needed to feel him, needed to hold him, needed to know he was still here. Y/n could only imagine the storm of emotions they had all felt watching him topple over a cliff and disappear into the raging waters.

The southern male hummed a bit, reaching for the remote to get the true crime show pulled up. Now all they were missing was—

The door to Y/n’s room burst open, causing the three to jump a bit as Soap and Gaz tumbled into the room, each holding a bowl of popcorn.

“Alright we’re ready! Sorry it took so long, someone kept burning theirs.” Gaz shot Soap a look, making it clear who the guilty subject was.

Soap stuck his tongue out at Gaz before fumbling his way into the bed. He somehow managed to get between Y/n and the wall, laying his head on the males hard stomach. He gave the country boy a grin, offering him some popcorn which he happily accepted.

Gaz huffed when Soap took the best spot before plopping himself down by Y/n’s leg, resting his head on the thigh that Price wasn’t rubbing circles into.

Now that everyone was settled Y/n started the new episode of the show and everyone soon became engrossed into it.

With all of the bodies piled around and on top of him Y/n’s body was pleasantly warm, he snuggled back a bit into Ghost’s hold at the cozy feeling. Ghost’s eyes cut over to look down at the h/c haired male.

Ghost leaned down a bit, lips brushing the top of Y/n’s head through his mask. He turned back to look at the TV before Y/n could look up at him.

But Y/n didn’t need to look up, a smile crossed his face, he knew. He brought a hand up to rest on Soap’s head, playing with his fluffy Mohawk as he watched the old murder mysteries play across the screen.

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Phew, there you go my lovelies! Hopefully this didn’t feel to unrealistic, but I’ve always imagined the riding in on a horse scenario ever since I thought of Cowboy Reader in the military lol

I’m planning on doing a little 4th July special for Cowboy Reader too so be looking out for that!

As always, hope you enjoyed!

- Author~Chan out ✌️

[marlynnofmany]

A Peaceful Upheaval

The mutiny started politely enough. This was a courier ship, not some rowdy bandit cruiser, and the dozen or so people onboard approached the situation with all the calm levelheadedness of businessfolks at a board meeting. The captain was new. He was bad at this. He’d only gotten the job because his cousin had recommended him, and she was probably regretting that.

“We will discuss the matter with Captain Kamm when we land,” said Piercing Sunlight, the lizardlike Heatseeker with bright yellow scales. She was taking point in the conversation.

“Kamm doesn’t have to hear about this,” objected Captain Pockap, his green tentacles lashing in agitation. “All of you need to go back to your stations and reconsider how you talk to your captain.” He looked like an octopus with freckles, and he sounded like a petulant child.

“Did you not hear the statement?” Zhee asked with an irritated click of his pincher arms. His patience never seemed lengthy, but now it was getting shorter by the minute. “You are no longer our captain. We have decreed it.” His exoskeleton shone with purple glory, and he radiated annoyance.

The rest of the crew spoke up, agreeing in one way or another. Teeth were bared, and body parts I didn’t have made increasingly urgent threat displays.

I, the only human and the newest arrival to the team, stayed well in the back. This really wasn’t my business. I didn’t have much of a say. And I didn’t like the direction it was going.

When Pockap the ex-captain started yelling, I gave up on playing silent witness and ducked into the next room. I’d seen him pull a tiny stun gun out of nowhere before, hidden among his tentacles, and I didn’t like the odds of him opening fire on the crew.

Just as I thought that, he yelled “Who emptied the charge in this??” Then came the loud slap of a tentacle against someone’s face, followed by insulted gasps and an open brawl.

I edged farther from the door, looking around and realizing I’d trapped myself in the storage room where the extra stun guns were kept. Great choice. Stellar. And there was only one door.

Time to be a hide-and-seek champion, I thought as the sounds of alien violence grew closer. Somebody else gets to wrestle the octopus with the gun.

My hiding options weren’t great: under a table, behind a crate, maybe inside a cabinet, and the ventilation shaft was too small. The table and crate were terrible coverage. The cabinet with the stun guns was close to the door, but the one against the far wall looked big enough. I dashed over and flung it open.

Yup, that’ll do. Only the bottom shelves were full; the top three held just a couple stray tools, and I knew from time spent cleaning that the shelves were removable. I yanked out the top ones, stashed them below, then climbed in to curl up in a space that was roomier than my childhood closet. I crouched among wrenches and whatever, watching through the air slits as I pulled the door shut, making sure to keep it from latching. Locking myself in was another problem I didn’t need.

Speaking of problems, I thought as Pockap spun into the room, his green tentacles thrashing against Mur’s dark blue ones in a cartoonish tumble. I’d never seen two Strongarms fight before. It was kind of funny. They were slapping at each other’s faces and going for eye gouges, which meant neither could see where they were going. They knocked over the table and spread tools all over the floor before anyone else caught up.

When the twin Frillians waded in to break it up, followed by other beefy crewmembers, an unfortunate development happened: Pockap found a stun gun.

“Back off!” he shouted, blasting the nearest Frillian in the face and wriggling free of Mur’s grasp. Mur ducked behind a box while the other Frillian caught her frozen brother before he could hurt himself against the floor. Pockap froze her too, then brandished the gun at everyone else, yelling about how much the stun would hurt when it wore off, and how they had better respect him or else.

I held very still inside my cabinet.

What can I do? I thought. Too bad I can’t call the other ship from here. Nobody’s told Kamm yet. I shifted in place to keep my feet from falling asleep, and nudged the random tools I hadn’t cleared out. I froze at the scraping noise.

No one heard; they were all busy shouting at each other.

What even is this one — Oh hey. I rested my hand on the distinct shape of another stun gun. Whoever put things away last time did a terrible job, and I thank them for it.

I held it up in the dim light. Half power. Good enough for self defense. Or…

“One step closer and you’re spending the rest of the trip as a statue!” Pockap was yelling. “Only thawing out to hurt before getting frozen again!”

I opened the door just enough to snake my arm through, aimed, and zapped him in the back of the head.

Pockap froze mid-rant, and slowly toppled forward. Stunned silence filled the room until somebody saw my hand.

“Ha!” Sunlight laughed. “Is there a human in there? How did you fit? Great shot.”

I opened the door the rest of the way to loud approval, with half the crew exclaiming over the way their tall new crewmate folded up so well, and the rest dealing with Pockap’s mess.

“No amicable splitting of ways for this one,” Mur declared, cradling a sprained tentacle. “I won’t be writing him a reference.”

“No, I don’t think any of us will,” Sunlight said. She gazed at him thoughtfully as I climbed down. “Let’s call Kamm. No point in waiting til we land; she’ll want to know.”

“I’ll put the stun guns away,” I volunteered. “This cabinet is full of things in the wrong place.”

“Thank you,” Sunlight told me. “How did you fit in there? You have bones. Have you practiced hiding in tight spaces before?”

“No more than the next person,” I said. “Though I was really good at hide-and-seek as a kid.”

The lizardy alien blinked at me. “Hide and what?”

“It’s where everybody hides and one person has to find them,” I explained. “Then the last person found has to take a turn as the seeker.”

Zhee tipped the table back upright with his pincher arms. “Half of that sounds like a standard predator game, but I can’t imagine taking turns being prey too. How embarrassing.”

I shrugged. “If you say so. It was pretty useful today.”

“Yes,” Sunlight said with a smile. “You’re only prey until you decide otherwise! That’s the spirit. Well, we’re grateful for your childhood practice today. Let’s get this  unworthy individual locked up, then talk strategy. I have some ideas of how we can improve on Pockap’s business plan that I think everyone will be on board with.”

I had no doubt. Captain Piercing Sunlight would be a much better leader than her predecessor.

She started off by giving me a bonus for putting my skills to good use, so clearly she was very wise.

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The further adventures in backstory for the book! There’s more to come.

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Hello love 💗 I hope you’re doing well! Are your requests open? If so I was wondering if I could request how the Strawhats react to you having to sit on their laps. Mostly looking for Zoro’s reaction 😭😭 he’s my currently fixation and I had a dream last night that he let me sit on his lap so I’m just obsessed. But if you plan on doing headcanons then maybe you can include Luffy and Sanji as well? Or whoever else you’d like to write for ☺️.

Perhaps they’re in an awkward/cramped situation and they have nowhere to go other than on his lap. And reader can be in a relationship with him or not yet. That’s up to you :D I hope this makes sense and thank you in advance if you’re able to write this! If not, then no worries ☺️ have a lovely day!

Omg I love this so much. And yes! my requests are currently open! (also I love Zoro too and i'm so jealous of your dream). Thank you for your request :) It ended up not being exactly your request because it ended up being confession scenarios when you're on their lap, and I'm sorry about that and I hope you still enjoy what I wrote. I tried to make it up with the amount I wrote lol.

I made this pretty fluffy, because I wasn't sure you'd be comfortable with anything spicy. Reader/character do end up kissing though. . Also I headcanon that Zoro would be so soft at first with his S/O because he might not have the confidence in emotions like that.

I am so whipped for Ace and I wanted to write him for so long but didn't know how to start so thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to.

Warnings: Small spaces, kissing, confessions, swearing (Ace part - suggestive, angst if you squint)

Monster Trio's + Ace's reaction to their crush confessing while sitting on their laps

Soft!Zoro, Luffy being Luffy idk what to say, Smooth!Sanji, Flirty!Ace

Running from the marines was exhausting, you had to admit. Ducking into alleys, climbing over walls and gates, knocking over crates and barrels, and zig zagging to avoid gunfire was more exercise than you ever wanted in your life. Yet, here you were, running for your life from the marines. Again. You glanced to your side, looking at the cause of the chaos. Even though you had a huge, fat crush on him, that didn't stop him from being a pain in the ass in moments like this. You opened your mouth to scold him, but fresh blasts of gunfire from behind you lead to him looping an arm around your waist and hauling you suddenly to the side, down a skinny alley. It was a dead end- or at least looked like it.

"Now what-" you broke off your hissed annoyance with a quiet yelp of surprise as he yanked you down another smaller alley, hidden around an unnoticeable corner at the end of the previous alley. A small, ornate wooden door was hauled open by your crush's hand before you even noticed it. He shoved the both of you inside and slammed shut the door. You ignored the musty damp smell of your surroundings as you tried to catch your breath in the dark, tiny closet.

You heard boots echo down the first alley you went down. You readied yourself to fight as you heard slow steps approaching the door that was nearly pressed to your nose. You felt your partner in crime shift behind you, readying to fight as well. You held your breath, lungs burning from the effort as a hand on the outside jiggled the handle. You heard the distinct clang of metal breaking. Your heart dropped into your stomach. Did that marine really just break the door? How is that even possible? How the hell can we get out?

You barely registered the marine reporting that he didn't find you two as he walked off. You felt your crush release a breath at the retreat of the Marines.

"He broke the door" you muttered to yourself. You ran your fingers over the door, finding no latch or handle on the inside.

"Why did we have to get locked in a closet on the one island with weird fucking doors? Those damn local craftsmen are too good" you groaned. You heard shuffling behind you, and suddenly a light from a small lantern exposed your surroundings- a tiny forgotten utility closet. You glanced behind you at your crush. He held the lantern up, and looked at the door that was nearly pressing into your nose.

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Zoro

"I hate you so much right now" you hissed as you let your head thud against the door.

"Not my fault. Now open the door" he said with a shrug you felt on your back. Seething, you glared at him over your shoulder before running your fingers over what could be the latch. As you suspected, it was broken. You weren't getting out of here unless someone came and saved you from the outside. You huffed a sigh.

"I can't. The marine broke it"

"What do you mean the marine broke it? If the door's broken, you should be able to open it!"

"Do I look like an expert in fucking doors? You know this island has incredible craftsmen. It doesn't even have an obvious lock!"

"Don't yell at me, it's not my fault the doors are so weird in this place!"

You took a deep breath. Bickering wouldn't get you anywhere.

"Would you be able to cut through the door?" you asked hopefully. Zoro shook his head.

"If it were just me in here, yeah. But with you here as well, I can't even draw my sword fully without cutting both of us." You nodded, understanding, but disappointed.

"Do you have the baby den-den mushi?"

He nodded, and his chest pressed heavily against you as he rummaged around. You breathed a sigh of relief as he produced it. You quickly called the Sunny, reporting the situation to Robin, who had just gotten back from exploring the town. She said she would send a clone to start looking for you, but it would be best to report it to Luffy. You thanked her, hung up, and called Luffy. You reported the situation, and Zoro had to yell at him to shut up to get him to stop laughing. He hung up with the promise of searching for you, though he didn't ask where you were. Not that you would've been able to tell him when Zoro was leading the way.

You groaned, letting your head thud against the door.

"Tired?" the swordsman asked. You nodded, shifting your legs slightly. They ached from sprinting and dodging bullets, and there was nowhere to sit. Zoro cleared his throat and shifted an overturned bucket behind him with his foot.

"You... you can sit on my lap" he suggested. His face was flushed in the lantern light, and it was unusual for him to stutter over his words. His reaction and his words made your heart skip a beat.

"Uh.. sure" you said shyly. He pulled you to his chest and sat on the bucket. You shifted your legs so your ass was on one of his thick thighs and your thighs draped over his other thigh. He seemed unsure where to put his hands. You snorted, grabbing one and winding it around your back, and guided the other to rest in your lap. You could feel the heat of his flushed face, and could smell the faint sweet freshness of sake and tang of metal. You relaxed into his embrace, leaning your shoulder on his chest and letting yourself imagine for a second that maybe, he liked you too. You felt him shift a little.

"You okay?" you asked. You looked at his face, and he almost looked like he was scowling, lost in thought.

"Yeah... just..." he trailed off. Thinking he was uncomfortable, you went to stand again. His hands tightened on your waist, holding you close. You looked at him questioningly. You almost felt like his heart was being faster against your arm

"Just?" you prodded. He looked away, and swore under his breath.

"Just... this is nicer than I thought it would be" he admitted quietly.

"Yeah, it is"

You both froze at your unconscious agreement. He looked at you, blush still tinging his cheeks red. You babbled on nervously, your face heating.

"I-I-I mean... without being locked in a tiny closet or uh... the weird old smell in here... not that you don't smell good... you do! Like sake and metal and that's hot... I mean hot like... people could be attracted to it! Heh. I mean you're really attractive and a great man so you could get anyone you wanted... but yeah I guess sitting on your lap is nice? Not in a sexual way though... just being close to you... right? Being close to people you like is gr-"

You were cut off by heavily calloused fingers guiding your chin so slightly chapped lips could close over yours. It took you a moment to be able to relax into the kiss, letting him set the pace and guide your movements. Eventually, once air became a necessity, you broke apart.

"I like you too" he said gruffly, as if the words had never left his lips before. You stared at him, meeting his serious gaze.

"Be mine." It was a demand and a question.

You nodded, so incredibly glad you ended up locked in a forgotten, tiny room with him, sitting on his lap, and sharing kisses and jokes.

Or at least, until Luffy managed to bust down the door with his sandaled foot. Zoro protected your body with his own, easily flipping you so you were under him.

"Luffy! Be fucking careful!" Zoro snapped at his captain. Luffy waved him off, questioning you about whether or not you were hungry. You giggled, nodding. As the three of you walked back to the Sunny, Luffy noticed something strange.

"Hey, Zoro. How come you said you couldn't get out? You easily could've broken that door down with your bare hands."

Zoro's responding blush had you snorting and giggling, and he playfully gently shoved you away.

"Shut up Luffy!"

"Huuuhh? What did I do? You could've easily broke it down!"

You broke into loud laughter at this, responding before your new boyfriend combusted from embarrassment.

"He wanted to spend extra time with me, Luffy"

"OH! I didn't know you two were such good friends!"

"We're more than friends now. He's my boyfriend" you announced. Luffy stopped and blinked at the two of you before a wide grin split his face.

"Okay! If you're with him all the time maybe he won't get lost as much. Now lets go! I'm hungry!"

You grabbed Zoro's hand and chased after the captain's sprinting figure, a grin plastered on your face.

Luffy

"Are you going to open the door?" Luffy asked. You let your head thud against the wood.

"I can't. The marine broke it." you replied despondently. You heard Luffy hum.

"Lemme try!"

You felt his stretchy arms slither beside you. He felt around on the door, but suddenly slumped forward against your back.

"What's wrong?!"

"Sea prism stone" he slurred, head tucked on your shoulder. Your heart thudded as you felt his breath whisper on your neck, but dragged your focus back to the issue.

"Sea prism stone?! In a door to a storage room?!"

You felt him nodding against your back. You sighed. Damn it.

"Okay. Sit down. Let me see if I can take a better look at it"

You helped him slide off your back, ignoring the electrifying feeling of his skin against yours. I really have it bad for this man. He clumsily sat down on an overturned bucket behind him, but his knees knocked into the back of yours, sending you falling backwards onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist, catching you against his chest.

You froze at the contact. You could feel the heat of his bare chest and stomach through your shirt, and you really wanted to blame that on the heat that flooded to your cheeks. But you knew better.

"S-sorry" you stuttered out. You felt Luffy shrug behind you before holding you closer.

"It's fine. Now we get to cuddle!"

You giggled nervously.

"You cuddle with everyone on the crew?" you asked lightly, turning your attention back to the door in front of you. The space was so small that your shoulder was still resting against the captain as your fingers brushed over the door when your arm was held out in front of you.

"Not really, I mean I'll hug them, but I like you so I want to cuddle with you."

Your gaze snapped back to the captain, who was already looking at you with a soft smile. You couldn't believe it, so you tried again.

"You like the rest of our crew though" you said softly.

"Yeah, but not like I like you. I feel funny when you're around. Like my stomach drops like I'm falling when you touch me, or laugh at my jokes. I want to hold you and kiss you, if you'll let me".

You blinked at him, a happy smile curving your lips.

"I'll let you do that, Luffy. I like you more tha-"

He cut you off with a sudden bruising kiss. It was a messy clash of lips and tongues and teeth. It was too wet and messy. But it was perfect, because it was Luffy. He was messy and chaotic, but at the same time, a ball of calm sunshine. He broke the kiss, breath quickened.

"This means you're mine now" he murmured, running his hand over your hair. You smiled.

"It also mean that you're mine" you parroted teasingly. He grinned at you, chuckling. You pressed a palm against the side of his face, thumb brushing gently over the scar under his eye.

"But that doesn't solve how we're going to get out of here" you muttered. He hummed.

"Let's call the Sunny, see who can come get us" he said, producing the baby den-den mushi after some rummaging and shifting.

The two of you called, and Sanji picked up. Luffy reported the general situation, and you filled in important details.

"Oh! Also, the two of us are dating now!" Luffy proudly proclaimed. You lightly smacked him upside the head.

"Ask me before telling everyone that!" you chided. Sanji started nagging him too about asking your partner before doing some things. Luffy sulked, and you couldn't stand those puppy dog eyes. You sighed.

"Fine, fine. You can tell the crew".

His answering grin made you blush and giggle. Sanji sighed at the captain's antics, but offered his sincere congratulations, muttering something about how it was damn time. Bringing the conversation back to the issue at hand, he promised to call Robin to help search for you, but he didn't know how long it would take. He was watching the ship while the others went out, but he would notify them as well. You were about to thank him when you were interrupted.

"Oi. Curly Brow. Is that you?" came a deep voice through the door. Your new boyfriend perked up.

"Ooohh! Zoroooo!! You found us!"

"Luffy?!"

"Zoro! We're locked in! Can you cut the door open? There's not much room in here, so be careful! Oh and there's sea prism stone somewhere in the door" you called. Sanji sighed on the den-den mushi, grumbling about how Zoro's ability to get lost finally came in handy for once. You thanked Sanji and quickly hung up. With a warning to stay back, Zoro sliced easily through the door.

"How in the hell did you get stuck in there?" the swordsman demanded. Luffy poked his head over your shoulder, grinning.

"We were chased by marines and then one of them accidentally broke the door, but the inside of the door had sea prism stone or somethin'" he recounted.

"What the hell kind of door is that?"

You shrugged, stretching upwards as you freed yourself from the cramped space.

"I dunno. It was stupid. But at least I got to confess and we kissed!" Luffy added on excitedly. Your face heated with a blush, and you hid a grin. Zoro laughed, smacking your new boyfriend on his shoulder.

"See? I told you just to do it!"

"You knew?!" you exclaimed. Zoro smirked at you.

"Everyone but you knew. He's not exactly subtle."

You groaned, shoving your face in your hands. Apparently, you had some things to catch up on.

Sanji

He looked at you, his visible blue eye shining with regret.

"I'm sorry I handled you so rough back there" he muttered, breath whispering against your cheek. You swore you saw tears of regret brimming in his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat.

"Hey hey, it's okay. You saved me from the marines. I probably would've gotten shot and captured if you hadn't done that" you soothed. He scowled at the idea of you getting captured. You smiled at him, hoping the dim light didn't expose your darkened cheeks.

"C'mon. See if you can get this door open. I didn't have any luck" you muttered. You shifted to the side, trying to get him to pass by you, but the space was too small. You ended up chest to chest. Warmth bled through his buttoned shirt, jacket left unbuttoned for once. You cleared your throat, sure you were going to combust from embarrassment. You smelled the cloying smoky sweetness from his preferred cigarettes, the fresh scent of his cologne, and hints of what he cooked for breakfast. You looked to the back of the closet, away from his gaze, willing your heart to stop beating so fast against his obviously chiseled chest.

"S-sorry. Can you get it like this?" you muttered. The vibration of his considering hum echoed through your chest. Were you breathing? Oh god why did he smell so good? He's so warm.

"My fingers may be skilled, but I can't get it. The only way to open the door now would be to break it down from the outside, seeing as there's no room for me to kick it open"

Your face was flaming, and you stopped listening after the first sentence. You'd dreamed about what those fingers could do, and he just unknowingly admitted to it.

"Are you okay? You feel warm" he said, raising the hand opposite the door to your forehead. You squeaked at the touch.

"If you're claustrophobic, I'm sure I can find some way out of here quickly."

"No, that's not it" you admitted quietly.

"No? Look at me" he said. He sounded worried. You held back an embarrassed groan and tilted your head to look at him.

"What's wrong? Did you get hit? Are you in pain? Those damn marines-"

"Sanji. I'm fine" you finally interrupted. You felt the hand he used to feel your forehead nudged your shoulder slightly so you could stand in front of him again. You followed the silent request, and he kept you facing him. You let his gaze roam over your form, resolutely looking away towards the door over your shoulder as if you were studying the mechanism.

"You're not bleeding" he observed. You snorted.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired" you said with a small smile, finally gaining the confidence to look back at his face. His worry disappeared with a relieved smile.

"Sit on my lap then. There's a bucket I can sit on behind me" he suggested. His cheeks became rosy, but you brushed off the reaction. It would be a cold day in hell before you passed up such an opportunity, so you nodded shyly. He wrapped you in his arms and spun you around, guiding you in what felt like a short dance as he took a seat. You shifted until you were comfortable on his lap. His legs were pure, solid muscle, you noticed quite happily.

"Better? We did run quite far from the marines." His breath tickled your ear, and you nearly choked on your spit at the intimacy of the position.

"Y-y-yeah"

"Your heart is still pounding and your face is red. You sure you're okay?"

This time you let out a groan, and his arms tightened around you.

"I'm fine, Sanji! I just have feelings!" you blurted. You slapped a hand over your mouth immediately.

"Feelings?" he echoed. Oh no why did I say that? He doesn't feel that way about me. Just look how he is with Nami and Robin!

"Romantic feelings? For me?" he asked. You were too focused on your internal panic to register the shocked excitement in his voice. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands as you nodded. Too late to back out now. One of his hands gently removed yours and tilted your chin so you were looking at him.

"Mon amour. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me. How can I say no to perfection, to the one I've loved since I first saw you?"

"...what?" you squeaked. This was insane. He... He liked you... like that? Like you liked him? Loved you? He smiled broadly at you, his cheeks tinging pink.

"I wish you had let me confess in a more romantic setting, but anywhere with you is paradise"

That was all the confirmation you needed. You slowly leaned towards him, your gaze flicking between his lips and his visible eye. He looked surprised, but met you halfway. He let you guide the pace, keeping the kiss chaste and loving. You broke away eventually, needing air. Your eyes slipped back open.

"Sanji. Your nose is bleeding."

"Ahn~~~ I just can't help it! You're so amazing!"

You giggled. This was the Sanji you knew - hearts in his eyes and his fawning words. You hugged him, planting a kiss on his cheek. He swooned.

"So... maybe, do you want to go on a date later?" you asked in his ear. His nose bled more, and you started laughing.

"I'll take that as a yes. Now give me the baby den-den mushi so I can call the Sunny so someone can come get us out of here. I'm getting kind of hungry."

That snapped him back to his senses.

"You're hungry? My love, I will make you only the best food!"

"Thanks babe but we need to get out of here first"

"Of course! Anything for you! Hold onto my neck" he instructed, holding your body bridal style. He stood, and your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt his balance shift, before a vicious kick to the door sent it flying off its hinges and crashing into the far wall of the slim alley.

You looked at the door in shock before looking at him. He shrugged, a blush coloring his cheeks.

"It was a good excuse to spend time with you"

You laughed loudly, hiding your face in his chest.

"Lets go back to the Sunny, lover boy" you teased. He looked like he was desperately concentrating on not getting a nose bleed, and managed to smirk at you instead.

"Of course, my love"

Ace (slightly suggestive, angst if you squint)

"You have got to be fucking kidding me" you hissed, letting your head thud against the door.

"In my defense, he left his plate unsupervised"

"It was a REAR ADMIRAL! You and your stupid shirtless torso got us in trouble AGAIN!"

"Hey! I'm proud to wear the old man's jolly roger!"

"I am too, Ace! But sometimes we need to be subtle around Marines!"

Ace sighed heavily.

"You like that I'm shirtless though" he teased. You stubbornly kept your gaze on the door, fiddling with the broken mechanism as your blush ran wild.

"Shut up and see if you can open the damn door" you muttered. He reached around your waist, but immediately retracted his fingers once he brushed against it.

"Sea prism stone" he hissed. You thudded your forehead harshly against the door. Why the hell is sea prism stone in a storage room door??

"Once we get out of here, you're fucking dead" you hissed.

"I'd prefer if I was just fucking" he joked. You glared at him, reigning in your indecent thoughts. You sighed heavily.

"Yeah, well, me too. Now call for help on the baby den-den mushi. Hopefully someone can find us before you get too hungry again" you ordered. He quickly dug it out and reported the situation, along with a rough set of directions. You turned to face him, studying him. You knew now why he was the second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates- he quickly could take stock of a situation, plan, and escape or fight. He recognized his surroundings and could communicate them to others, but was also incredibly strong and a great fighter. You didn't realize you were staring until he met your gaze after ending the call.

"What? Like what you see?" he said with a smirk. You shrugged.

"I think there's a lot to you that you don't show people. You're lighthearted and funny, but you have a lot of... hmmm... depth? Yeah. I was completely lost following you around, but you got the general location, and reported all the necessary details, including the sea prism stone. You're kinda impressive"

He blinked at you, a blush tinging his tanned cheeks red as you talked, and a humble smile curving his lips.

"Thanks. I guess" he mumbled. You nodded. He shuffled his feet a little, and jolted when his boot kicked an overturned bucket. He ran a hand through his black hair.

"Mind if I sit down?" he asked. You shook your head, knowing he could fall asleep at any given moment, and you really didn't want him to fall on you. He took a seat on the bucket, but his knees knocked into yours, and you pitched forward with a small yelp. Warm hands caught you easily around your waist.

"Whoops" he said, grinning. Your breath hitched. The two of you were nearly nose to nose... if you just...

"Looks like you'll have to sit in my lap." He maneuvered your body so you were sitting sideways in his lap, his knees spread so you were balanced perfectly.

"T-thanks" you stuttered. He hummed an affirmative.

"Ace?"

He looked at you, a smile playing at his lips.

"I... I understand why you're the second division commander. And... I'm happy you are"

He tilted his head curiously.

"Where's this coming from?"

"I... I dunno. I just feel like you need to hear it sometimes."

You felt him stiffen at your words before he relaxed with a chuckle and held you closer in a hug.

"'s why I like you, ya know"

Your heart thudded, and your breath hitched. For a second, it sounded like he was saying he liked you. Romantically. But you shook your head. The two of you were friends, and that's probably all he would see you as.

"You like a lot of people" you said, shrugging as if your own words didn't make your heart clench with loneliness.

"Sure. But..." he sighed, and you could feel tension seeping into his body again. He felt warmer, as if he was trying not to catch on fire.

"I don't like them the same way I like you..." he muttered quietly. He started nervously babbling as you stared at him, incredulous.

"I know you won't ever see me the same way, but for our friendship, you know... it's only fair that I tell you so I can get over these feelings. But god. Fuck. You're just so... amazing. Strong. You make me laugh, and make me fucking weak. I love you, more than a friend. I'm made of fire but damn if you don't ignite something in me. I love you in a way I've never experienced before and it's so scary because I know there's no hope but-"

You cut him off with a hand tilting his head towards you, and swiftly covering his lips with yours. He tasted like the smell of heat, his lips were chapped, and he didn't kiss you back. But you knew why. You pulled back with a smirk, sliding your hand back to tangle your fingers in his black locks. You couldn't help the giggle at his blank, shocked expression.

"Kiss me back, firefly. I love you too."

This time, at the pull of your hand, he met you halfway. He took control of the kiss, kissing you desperately like he was making up for lost time. His large, warm hand cradled your jaw. You broke the kiss eventually when you started laughing giddily. He started peppering tiny kisses all over your face and down your neck.

"Remember earlier how I said you'd be fucking dead once we got out of here?"

"Mmmhmm"

"Do you remember what you said in reply?"

"...huh? Oh. Yeah"

"Well, once we get out of here, you can show me what you can do, cowboy"

He gazed at you, eyes wide with wonder. Without another word, he picked you up bridal style, and launched a vicious kick at the door. It went flying into the far side of the wall of the alley, and he staggered a little from the sea prism stone, but quickly darted out of the closet. He quickly put you down and then picked you up so you were on his back. He sprinted past part of the crew that was obviously on their way to find you, shouting quickly over his shoulder that you were both fine now.

You could only wave and laugh at their bewildered looks as he carried you away.