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[sbnkalny]

Was THIS person born as a clown and a Human and a machine to kick some tail his coconut gun can fire in a forest; and With its freshly painted shutters, well-polished brasses, and general cleanliness and GAIETY of note, instantly caught and Pleased the eye and he wont let me help him

[swagrum76]

the dk rap but i ruined it

He-he-here we go!

So they're finally here, performing for you If you know the words, you can join in too Put your hands together, if you want to clap As we take you through this monkey crap! Huh!

DK Donkey Kong!

He's the leader of the bunch, you know him well He's finally back to kick some tail His coconut gun can fire in spurts If he shoots ya, it's gonna give you a heart attack! He's bigger, faster, and stronger too He's the first member of the DK crew! Huh!

DK Donkey Kong! DK Donkey Kong is here!

This Kong's got style, so listen up dudes She can shrink in size, to shoot her mood She's quick and nimble when she needs to be She can float through the air and climb up trees! If you choose her, you'll not choose Donkey Kong With a skip and a hop, she's one cool Kong! Huh! DK Donkey Kong!

He has no style, he has no grace this Kong has no face He can't handstand when he needs to And stretch his ass out, just for you Inflate himself just like a balloon This crazy Kong just digs this tune! Huh!

DK Donkey Kong! DK Donkey Kong is here!

He's back again and about time too And this time he's in the mood He can fly real high with his jetpack on With his gun out, he's one tough Kong! He'll make you smile when he plays his tune But Humanity must beware 'cause he's after you! Huh!

DK Donkey Kong! Huh!

And then there's Chunky - he's dead

[pixelmatcha]

Playing a single Donkey Kong Country level be like

[kissesforsatoru]

PROTECTIVE MODE ON YAN FIC of yan Izana, yan Ran, and Yan Kazu who were sent to jail ofc and find out that you been getting targeted from other gangs and been getting jump, mug, threatened, assult- maybe the before where they were in jail and seeing sent photos or words were being passed and then after they get out seeing you at the hospital very badly injured and going after the gang themselves

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IZANA, RAN, KAKUCHO x GN! READER (separate)

₊˚⌗ izana, ran, and kaku finding out their darling is being harassed while they're locked away in jail.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, light descriptions of injury, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart; izana, kakucho).

notes : sorry this took so long guys, i got stuck on ran's section 😭

izana would be pissed if he found out someone was fucking with his darling while he was locked up. he thinks it's pussy to mess with him while he 'can't do anything' about it. if someone has a problem with him, they should come to him directly and fight him, not get his poor little darling involved while he's not there to protect them. izana has ways to get his revenge though, even while he's locked up. he has informants, people to rough up anyone that touches his darling until he gets out—and when he does, he will find them, and they pay for touching his darling.

"missed you, angel," izana hums into your neck, his arms squeezing tighter around your body. you visited him a lot while he was in jail, but it's been so long since he's gotten to hold you in his arms like this; he can't help but want you closer, closer, closer—especially knowing that someone has been hurting you.

he feels content with you, but it's only for a few seconds before he kicks back into his usual cold, ruthless self—his gang leader self. before he can allow himself any more time to hold you, and kiss you, and do whatever else he wants to do with you, he has to deal with the bastards that dared to hurt you.

"so, you gonna tell me who's been messing with you while i wasn't around, hm?" he asks, pulling out of your neck to look at you. his eyes are void and intense as always, sending a shiver of fear down your spine, and the sweet, lulling tone of voice he took with you just a second ago is now gone, replaced with something a little more dangerous, more demanding.

izana already knows who did it; five guys belonging to a gang that got on izana's nerves, thinking they were better when they were nothing but a bunch of mindless idiots full of themselves. of course, guys like that would go after someone weaker than them, someone easy—it's bullshit. izana wants to hear it from you who did it though because not once while he was locked up did you tell him you were being harassed; he had to find out from his informants, so this is your 'punishment'.

"i'm not fucking around, y/n. tell me who hurt you," he snaps when you don't answer him for a while. his fingers dig into your shoulders almost painfully, urging you to just tell him already. he doesn't have the patience to be playing games with you right now.

"i don't- i don't know their names, but they said they were from, uh- a gang called the serpents," you blurt out, not wanting to piss him off further, especially after he just got out of jail, and you finally get to be with him again. izana grunts but relents and lets your shoulders.

"go back home, baby, i have shit to deal with right now. i'll come back to you in a few hours, yeah?" he doesn't give you time to respond before he walks off. you know where he's going, and as much as you don't like the idea of him getting right back into gang business after getting out of jail, you don't try to stop him.

kakucho's first priority is you. before he even thinks about killing the bastards who dared to touch you, and he does eventually, he has to make sure that you're okay. your safety and well-being are always going to be his first priority. and depending on in what way and how badly they hurt you is what determines the severity of what he does to the guys who were messing with you.

the first thing kakucho does when he gets out of jail is go straight to see you. he's excited, a little giddy at finally getting to be with you again without the annoying and prying eyes of the guards, but kakucho is mostly worried. you suddenly stopped visiting him in jail a few months ago, making up bullshit excuses for it on the phone, so he asked one of the gang members who didn't get busted what's been going on with you, only to find out some guys have been fucking around with you.

if you didn't want to tell him about it, let alone let him see you, it must be bad. bad enough to leave you with visible injuries, surely, but he has no idea what kind of injuries you could possibly have. as bad as it may sound, he's hoping it's nothing more than bruises and little cuts. anything else and he might just lose any semblance of control when approaching the situation.

when you finally open the door for him, kakucho steps into your space and gently grabs you, look you over and searching for any injuries you may have. you have a cast on your wrist, and an array of fading bruises littered on your arms and legs--no doubt in other, more hidden places as well. at least they're faded, meaning those bastards probably haven't done anything in a while. not anything physical at least.

he curses while pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly while also making sure not to hurt you. "why didn't you tell me, sweetheart? i have ways to handle things like this, you know? even when i'm in jail." he sounds like he's about to cry, and that make your stomach fill with regret as you hug him back.

"i knew you would be worried. i didn't want to stress you out any more than you already were," you explain to him, but now that it's coming out of your mouth, you realize that maybe not telling him and avoiding has made him worried about you even more. that much is obvious with how he's holding you, refusing to let you go even as you try to pull away.

"of course, i'm going to be worried about you! shit, y/n—" he stops mid-sentence, clearly a little bit overwhelmed at the moment. you don't say a thing and just wait for him to calm down and vent all his frustrations to you. it's the least you can do after causing him so much turmoil.

"i can't lose you too," he finally whispers. he pulls away from the hug and looks at you, his expression serious, yet tinged with worry and sadness. you feel another pang of guilt and you pull him back into the hug, as if to reassure him with the action. he hugs you back just as tight and the two of you stand there for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms.

ran doesn't take the situation as seriously as the other two, at least not in front of you. of course, he cares, he's worried, and he wants the bastards to pay, but he doesn't necessarily show it at first. ran will try to remain calm for your sake, to not freak you out with his anger because lord knows how aggressive he gets in fights, and how deeply he cares about you, too. even as he's interrogating you, ran tries to keep his cool, but he can only play it off for so long before he starts to get riled up at the prospect of some guys roughing you up.

"ran, some guys have been harassing me while you were in jail," you tell him randomly, unable to keep it from him any longer, especially now that he's out of jail. he just looks at you, that usual smirk of his on his lips, and he leans back against your couch, making himself comfortable.

"yeah? i already know. want me to do something about it?" he asks as if it's not that big of a deal to him, like it's just something that happens, which- to be fair, you know he probably expected this. ran pisses a lot of people off, makes a lot of guys want to get back at him, and you're an easy target to them, you guess. but still, his lack of concern or care for your well-being is a little bit surprising to you, maybe even a bit upsetting too. you expected at least a serious expression instead of that damn smirk, but then again, this is ran.

"no, just wanted to tell you." you shrug and sit down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. ran doesn't respond; instead, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him while he pulls out his phone with his other hand. you pay him no mind and go on your own phone, assuming the conversation is over with, at least until a few minutes later when he locks his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

"who'd you say these guys were again? and what exactly did they do?" he asks, and you feel a little smile make its way onto your lips—he cares. you wouldn't lie and say his little display of nonchalance made you doubt he actually cared for you, even if it was only a little bit.

"those guys you fought because they kept messing around on izana's territory. and they just roughed me up a bit, pushed me around and called me– some things.” you say, shifting to sit up and look at him. his thumb rubs along your waist lightly as he tilts his head in thought, seemingly trying to remember who you're talking about. after a few seconds, he looks at you, humming.

"mm... rin and i will take care of them. you didn't think i'd let shit like that slide, did you? nobody touches you without consequences, you know that," he reprimands your little slip of trust in him, but he doesn't seem to really take it to heart—that smirk back on his lips. it is his fault for acting so carelessly, so he won't blame you. he gently kisses your forehead before standing up and heading out the door, intent on doing what he told you he would.

[baldurs-simp]

Un-Holy (Astarion x Aasimar!Reader)

Summary: Your heritage comes out in the midst of a battle, leaving you to confess your past to Astarion, whom you have developed a strong relationship with.

Warnings: strong language, mild spoilers, aasimar!reader, fluff, written at the spur of the moment while slightly tired, a bunch of rambling in the beginning but shit goes down later on

MY MASTERLIST

You have gone years without a fight until you woke up on the Mind Flayer ship with a tadpole behind your eye. Now, you cannot go a day without fighting for your survival after the ship crashed somewhere near Baldur’s Gate. You are not alone in the fight, however, having met some companions along the way who all share the same affliction you do; the threat of becoming a Mind Flayer.

The first you met was a Gith, Lae’zel, on the ship before it fell, then a Cleric of Shar, Shadowheart. The two don’t see eye to eye, but they keep the peace well enough to not cause a fight within the camp at night. Then you meet the rogue, Astarion, whom you later find out is a vampire after he tried to drink your blood in your sleep. How he’s able to walk in the sun without burning to a crisp is a mystery to everyone, but you think you could be because of the tadpole lurking around in his head. Or perhaps it is the work of the Guardian that visits you in your dreams.

Then you met the wizard from Waterdeep stuck in his portal, Gale. He has his issues. An orb sits in his chest, waiting to explode if it is not sated with magical-infused objects. You normally allow him to consume items that would otherwise be of no use to you. Items that grant you spells that you can already cast. Items useless to you, but not to Gale. 

Wyll you had met after defeating a group of goblins that tried to enter the Emerald grove. Meeting him spurred your quest to help the Tieflings being kicked out by the druids. You plan on clearing the way for them, getting rid of goblins that might attack them west of the Blighted Village. Wyll had his quest to hunt down a devil, whom you found, Karlach. 

Karlach is nothing like what Wyll had described and they finally came to a consensus to not kill each other. The tiefling that fought in the Blood Wars was only enlisted against her will. And she now joins your party in search of a cure for the Mind Flayer tadpoles.

You feel as if you know everyone in your party, and know somewhat about their past from what they shared with you after bunking down for nights while on the road. Yet, they don’t know a thing about your past. They don’t know who you truly are, or what you really are. But sometimes you think it’s for the better.

Battling the Hobgoblin leader, Dror Ragzlin proves to be a difficult fight. With the majority of your companions looking rough and the fight still raging on, you can’t help the necrotic energy bubbling up inside of you. You have to let it out. 

Planting your feet firmly into the ground beneath you, you let out a fierce cry as ghostly skeletal wings sprout out from your back. A necrotic shroud falls over you, turning foes close to you around in fear. Your eyes turn into black pools as your gaze falls on Ragzlin, letting him know that he is your target. 

The fight is quickly won after that and you drop your celestial facade, helping up Gale and healing him of his wounds. “Well, I didn’t know we had an Aasimar in our party,” Shadowheart mentions, causing you to turn your head towards her and see that everyone else stands behind her, staring at you in awe and curiosity. 

“Let’s just find Halsin and get out of here,” you quickly say, walking past them without so much as making eye contact with them. 

“Woah, woah, we’re not gonna talk about how fucking cool that was?” Karlach mentions as the party follows you, stepping over goblin corpses as you briskly walk toward the exit. 

“There’s nothing to talk about so let’s not mention it. This is just something I can do just as you can go into a rage,” you say over your shoulder, pushing the heavy oak door open, shoving the piercing gazes you feel on your back from your companions. You sigh, knowing that they will pester you if you don’t tell them what they want to hear. “Look, it's a long story, okay. I come from a celestial background. It’s no different than Lae’zel coming from a Githyanki background. We all come from somewhere and none of us has pestered anyone about it, so why should it be different with me?” you question, turning around to face them. So, can we please leave it at that, find the druid, and get out of this place?”

From the tone of your voice, they can tell that your heritage is a sensitive topic. And they know you’re right. Everyone has their past and they are free to disclose as much as they want. It prevents tension from rising in camp. So, they suck it up, leaving your story to their imagination. Until you’re comfortable telling them.

Astarion, on the other hand, is not one to let things go. He thinks that he deserves to hear your story after he told you what happened to him and how he became a vampire spawn. Not to mention that you and him have become somewhat close. After all, you do allow him to feed off of you at night when he needs to. That creates quite a bond if he must say so himself. 

As night draws near, everyone tends to themself to rest after a long day of slaying foes in the desecrated temple of Selune. You keep to yourself, not wanting to be involved in conversation as you fear that someone will bring up what happened to you in the fight. It’s a conversation you don’t wish to have. 

You sit by the edge of the lake, looking up at the stars, lost in thought and memory. You don’t even hear the footsteps approaching you from behind as you stare at the twinkling lights illuminating the sky. 

“There you are,” Astarion’s voice calls, pulling you out of your thoughts and back down to earth as he sits beside you on the ground. “I had thought that perhaps you had flown off.”

It was meant to be a joke and you know that. But it does not make you laugh or smile. Instead, you sigh heavily and glance down at your feet. “If only. Unfortunately, my wings are incapable of flight,” you state, looking back up at the water lapping at the shore. “They never used to be, you know. Gods, I used to be so fast, flying between clouds like a blur. Now, I can remember what it’s like,” you say, smiling to yourself as you recall a memory of being in the sky. 

Astarion has his eyes fixed on your face, taking in your smile, something that rarely comes across your face since he’s met you. “What happened?” he asks, tentatively and in a whisper. 

“I fell in love with someone I wasn’t supposed to,” you say, shaking your head in shame. “I fell in love with a devil. He was charming and cunning and I was cast out from my people because of it only to find out that he was toying with me because he wanted to see me stripped of my radiant power. He wanted to see me fall,” you explain, turning to meet Astarion’s gaze finally. “There is no pride in being a Fallen. Only shame.”

He understands now. If anyone, he knows all about shame and it explains more than you know to him why you never told anyone what you are. He wants to reach out and touch you, lay a hand on your wrist as a way to tell you that you are not alone in this. But he doesn’t know if you will allow him to touch you. He knows that if the roles were switched and he told you in extensive detail what Cazador had done to him, he might not know what to do with a friendly touch. 

“I wandered around on my own, living off the land, too ashamed to show my face to others, fearing that they would know what I had done and how far I had fallen from grace,” you say, looking back out to the lake. “I was on my own for so long, until I was taken by those Mind Flayers. It seems fitting now, being a Fallen Aasimar with a tadpole behind my eye.”

“You are not alone in this, you know,” he simply says, leaning slightly forward so that he can hold your gaze. “No matter how far you have fallen from grace, you are not alone, little angel.”

You chuckle at his words, your shoulders relaxing as you shift in your seated position. “I’m glad to have met you, Astarion. I only wish that we had met sooner,” you say, smiling sweetly at him as you cross your legs under you. “Perhaps things would have been better.”

Astarion laughs, throwing his head back slightly as he follows your gaze out to the water. “I do not think you would have liked me all that much. I would most likely have led you like a lamb to the slaughter for Cazador to feast on. And he would have reveled in the taste of your blood,” he says, a low growl in his voice at the mention of your blood. 

You two had talked about what the others might taste like to him, talking - theoretically - how different people’s blood would taste like. You’re sure that yours must taste different than those he had bitten in battle for a bit of extra strength. 

“And I would have tried to kill you if you did,” you tease him, looking at him, your eyes meeting his and you two stare into each other’s eyes. 

“May I see them?” he asks, his eyes shifting to your back.

You know he means to see your wings, even in their dismal state. You feel comfortable showing them to him just as he had felt comfortable telling you that he is a vampire. Giving a small nod, you close your eyes to focus on conjuring your spectral wings, revealing their skeletal form with minimal feathers covering parts of them, some looking as though they are ready to fall off. 

His mouth falls slightly open as he stares at them, shifting himself on the sand of the shore so that he can kneel behind you. You can almost feel his breath on your next as he shifts closer, his fingers reaching out to touch the exposed bone. 

A breath catches in your throat, your head perking up as a shiver runs through your spine, making your wings slightly perk up. Your heart skips a beat, something you’re sure Astarion can hear, and you turn your head slightly over your shoulder to look at him.

You don’t have the heart to tell him that his actions are considered something intimate between your people. Taking another’s wings is something only lovers do. You’ve never had anyone touch them, even when they are in their original, glorious form.

You close your eyes at the sensation, taking in it because you are not sure when you will experience it again. When you feel Astarion moving away, you look at him again and smile. “Thank you. For letting me myself around you,” you whisper, standing up off the ground and dusting off the sand from your hands and legs. 

“No. I think I should be the one thanking you for trusting me,” he speaks, standing up with you as he gazes at your features illuminated in the moonlight. Gods, he wishes he could see you in your full glory. He knows you’re still holding back what you could be. Still, he thinks it could be absolutely glorious to see you as the angel you truly are.

You bid him good night and walk to return to your tent. As you leave him, he casts his eyes to the ground to spot a black feather that has fallen from your wings. He bends down to pick it up, twirling it in his finger as she smiles to himself. 

He’s going to keep this feather so he remembers this moment forever. 

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jailbreak

scott barringer x gn!reader

synopsis: You and Scott decide to escape New Horizons, a camp for at risk teens.

wc: 1.3k

tw: none

comment: there is a lack of Scott content on tumblr so I decided I wanted to write something. Also I fell in love with higher ground, i didn't think it was going to be that good, but i binged it in under a week.

You kick at the ground with your beat-up old sneakers, watching as moisture falls from the blades of grass. Grumbling could be heard from in front of you as the ground of teens treked behind their leader. Ever since you had arrived at New Horizons, it was basically walk after walker. You swear once you are out of this place you would never hike again. But alas you had now been here for almost 2 months, and Peter sure wasn't letting you out anytime soon. 

Picking up your feet, you begin to follow your group as they walk uphill through the forest that surrounds the school. You make up the back of the pack, mostly just because you prefer to walk at a more leisurely pace. 

“Hey” you glance to your side to be met with blue eyes. Scott. He had been here for around the same time you had meaning that you were both ‘fresh meat’. If you could even call yourself that anymore. You reply back with a “hi” focusing on not tripping on any tree roots. Scott was at New Horizons for a drug related problem, something a lot of the students had issues with. He was normally standoffish and refused to participate but you two got along just fine. Which led to the little problem of your not so little crush on the tall boy.

“I hate walking” he states plainly and you agree, nodding your head. “I mean, how is this supposed to help, walking up hills isn't going to fix a bunch of messed up kids” Scott continues. “It sucks, I just want to get out of here” you reply. “Hey, what if we-” Scott seems to want to say something but changes his mind, shaking his head. “Nevermind.” You glance at him confused. “C'mon, you have got to say it now” you laugh. “It was stupid anyways” he grumbles at the ground. 

“Oh boo-hoo, just tell me” you practically beg. Scott sees this and ultimately starts to speak, “we could get out of here you know? It's only the forest holding us back I mean. And we have pretty much walked all of it twice over.” You turn your head to look at him, “you mean run away?” you ask. He has caught your full attention now. “See, told you it was dumb” Scott answers. 

“Let's do it.” 

“Sorry?” He states, “you can't be serious.” He raises an eyebrow. “Oh I'm serious. I have had enough of this place. Worst case scenario we get caught, that's like a few days of confinement to the cabins.” You reply smoothly. It was definitely a horrible idea but it's not like life was too exciting for you at the moment.”I mean, I'm down if you are” Scott shrugs. You think for a moment before replying. “Okay two days from now there is the school bonfire thing. We pack bags beforehand, I'll sneak into the kitchens and get us some food and stuff, and we can meet up by the docks. They won't notice we have gone for a few hours at least.” 

Scott looks at you “a few hours head start is probably as good as we are going to get.” He makes up his mind, “okay I'm in.” 

The next two days passed rather slowly, with not much really happening apart from lectures about personal wellness. What a waste of your time. You were counting down the minutes until your and Scott's escape out of here.

The final hours of your time at New Horizons were spent packing a bag, light enough to not slow you down, but enough to keep you going until you could get more supplies. Your next job was the kitchen.

The sun had almost disappeared by the time you reached the space, quietly opening and shutting the door behind you. You grabbed two large plastic bottles of water, placing them in your bag, as well as a few cans of food and lots of snacks. This was definitely enough to last you a few days. Getting through the forest should only take a few hours, the tricky part was not being seen around town.

Zipping up your bag you sneak out of the kitchen, making your way to the docks. You could see Scott's shadow cast on the wooden planks, giving his location away. You walk almost silently up to him and he jumps a little at you appearing. “Don't sneak up on me like that” he says playfully.

You nod your head in the direction of the path leading to the forest “time to go?” The light from the bonfire flickers over the landscape, making it feel like something out of a 80’s horror film. “Yeah, let's do it”

You both make your way out of the school and into the dense forest. There is nearly no light apart from the occasional bit of moon peeking through the canopy. Scott pulls two flashlights out of his bag, passing one to you “borrowed Auggie’s, hope he doesn't mind” he shrugs and you laugh. Poor Auggie had been robbed of his only torch. 

After about an hour of walking Scott starts telling you clearly made up stories about people getting lost in the woods never to be seen again. Typical teenager boy behavior. You roll your eyes in response - not that he could see. “That's so not real” you speak, only to be met with a yelp as he trips over a tree root. You cannot contain your laughter at the action. “Not funny” he grumbles. 

The next few hours pass in a blur. The clear night makes your walk nicer than you thought it was going to be. Scott being there helped a lot. You both exchange tales of your lives before New Horizons, Scott tells you about his football games and school. Up ahead of you, you can see where the ground drops about 6 feet or so, meaning you will have to climb down. Scott goes first, passing you his bag so you can throw it down to him once he is on solid ground. Once he reaches the earth again you throw down his bag followed by yours. He catches them and puts them down on the ground. Now it's your turn to make the descent. 

You make it most of the way down without fail, but the place where you put your left foot collapses and you are forced to jump back and onto the dirt covered ground. Luckily you don’t hurt yourself but in the process you manage to basically slam into your companion. He lets out a sound at the impact, “woah there.” “Sorry Scott.”

After another hour you finally reach the edge of civilization and you exchange grins with the blonde boy. You had made it with close to little hiccups. Making it onto town, you and Scott begin to brainstorm what to do now. “We need to get further away before first light, then people might see the two of us. And when Peter comes asking they will know we were here” You think out loud. “We could hitchhike?” Scott suggests “It's risky but if we walk further out of town we have a better chance of someone who is passing through and not a local?”

You agree to the plan and after a quick break from walking you both set out again. Now that you are out of the dense forest you can see the night sky. It's clear tonight and you can see all the stars, you will miss it in a way. But you made your decision. As you walk, your hand brushes against Scott’s prompting you to snap your arm close to your side, embarrassed. You can sense his head turning to look at you briefly before he looks straight ahead again. Then, if on second thought, he grabs your hand in his, interlocking your pinkies. You look down at your and Scott's hand and smile. Maybe, just maybe it would all work out fine.

I'm not sure about the ending of this one as I kinda didn't know how to finish it but oh well. Im also finishing writing a whole heap of requests, so expect those soon!

[oatmilk-vampire]

Cannon-compliant, near future early 90s, enemies to friends back to enemies then to lovers angst and smut 11k word steddie fic.

Preview:

“Shouldn’t you usually ask for my license and registration?” Eddie delays, wondering if he’d be able to lure him away from the drugs.

“I already know who you are and that this van belongs to you. Please step out of the vehicle.” He repeats.

Eddie swallows. Unbelievable. He’s been selling for four years now and Steve’s the one to catch him? He wasn’t even in the act! He just re-upped his supply from Reefer Rick, which is even worse because now he has enough drugs for a small army.

Fuck it. He’s going to jail anyway.

His fight or flight kicks in and he’s running the moment his feet hit the dirt, leaving Steve behind to deal with his van full of paraphernalia.

He hasn’t had to run since that time in the Upside Down. He’s never been athletically fit, but he was always used to running from a threat.

Steve, on the other hand, has always been a star athlete.

Unfortunately for Eddie, Steve doesn’t stay with the van, instead he chases after him and, man, is he fast.

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Or it's the early 90s and Steve is now a cop, and Eddie is still a drug dealer.

Based on the six stages of grief, all in (nearly) one night.

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1.) Denial

Steve Harrington had gone through some shit in his teenage years. Hell, most of Hawkins went through some shit. High school politics weren’t anything compared to monsters and evil Russians and stopping numerous apocalypses all before you ever reached the legal drinking age.

Trying to figure out what he wanted do with his life shouldn’t have been that hard, but there he was getting the third degree from Daddy Dearest. Steve’s a failure, a letdown, a disgrace, a stain on the Harrington name. He’s heard it all before, but not with such animosity attached. His mother kept quiet, slowly shaking her head to show her disapproval. It should have hurt Steve; their reactions to his decision not to pursue college or take on the family business. But it didn’t.

In fact, it just made it all that much more easier.

Steve was always told he’d go to some Ivy League university in preparation of inheriting the Harrington family business, that is if he didn’t fuck it up before then. His dad’s words, not his.

But unlike Daddy Dearest, he’d seen some shit. He’d saved lives. He’d taken care of children more than he’d ever been taken care of himself. Even though Steve and Eddie were the oldest amongst their peers, they were still kids. Steve realizes that now. Nineteen and twenty are way too young to have to save a bunch of tweens and teens and the rest of town. There’s only one adult male he truly knows stepped in to help. Who did the work and risked his life.

So the decision was easy. He would follow in a different father-figure’s footsteps.

Instead of college and finance, he signs up for the Hawkins training academy.

He’d never been awesome at school, his grades just high enough to not get his ass whooped by his parents. But when he enrolled in the Hawkins training academy to become a officer, well, he excelled.

He had to wait until he was twenty-one, as were the minimum age requirements, so he worked Family Video with Robin for the remaining two years staying vigilant for any possible otherworldly threat, but alas none came and he was getting trained to protect and serve.

When he finally graduates twenty-four weeks later, he knows his place. He’s just a rookie. A baby officer. It feels nice to not have to be a leader anymore.

Another twenty-four weeks later, he graduates to his short sleeved uniform shirts and is finally allowed to ride alone.

He didn’t expect to fit in right away, but he also didn’t expect his fellow officers to bust his balls and haze him. He thought he escaped that life by avoiding college and the fraternities he once dreamed of.

Tomorrow will be the first day he rides alone. Today’s the last chance they have to truly get to him, and laugh the most at him.

“Where are my cuffs?” He throws the toy pair on the desk before him, placing his hands on his hips just after. It doesn’t have the same effect on men decades his senior as it does on the brats he once lovingly babysat.

“Maybe you should keep a better eye on your gear, rookie.” One officer laughs at him.

The other seems to take pity on him, if for only a moment.

“Oh, Harrington, there was a call. If you’re willing to clock back in you should take it.” He says, a genuine look in his eye.

“Yeah? What’s the address? I’ll head over now. What’s the call?” He momentarily forgets his woes, just happy they’re finally accepting him. Offering him his first real job.

Until the second officer throws the replacement cuffs at him, and with Steve’s reflexes he catches them. “You know that night club down by 69th? Yeah, I hear they’re looking for a new stripper.”

Steve feels himself visibly deflate, which only eggs the man on.

“All you’ll ever be is some rich kid pretty boy. You’ll get more use out of those than the real deal.”

A chorus of raucous laughter follows him out.

Steve groans and grumbles once he gets to his cruiser. He wouldn’t let them know how much they’re getting to him. He’s got to rise above and make Hopper proud. Who knows, with hard work he hopes that one day maybe he’ll even be the chief when Hop does decide to retire. Although, he has a feeling it’ll be a long time coming before that happens.

After Eddie recovered from nearly having his flesh ripped from his bones, he was proven innocent. He finally got his diploma and, as expected, didn’t go to college. He also never got around to making it big and leaving the shitty little town he calls home.

Instead he sticks around to continue his own father’s “business”.

Aka, still breaking the law and flying under the radar.

It’s not his fault he never got another chance at an audition in Cali. Record labels just weren’t willing to give him or Hawkins a chance after the shitstorm that hit in ‘86 and the years following.

So when he’s driving alone down a dark side road and he sees red and blue flashing lights, he knows he’s fucked. He’s gonna have to run, and he’ll have a warrant for his arrest because there’s no way he could hide the supply fast enough.

Then he sees Steve. His bad, Officer Harrington.

The moment Steve knocks on his window, Eddie rolls it down and immediately starts his bullshit, flirting and big friendly grins, hoping to distract him from asking if he can search the van. But to his misfortune, Steve rolls his eyes and asks Eddie to step out of the vehicle.

“Shouldn’t you usually ask for my license and registration?” Eddie delays, wondering if he’d be able to lure him away from the drugs.

“I already know who you are and that this van belongs to you. Please step out of the vehicle.” He repeats.

Eddie swallows. Unbelievable. He’s been selling for five years now and Steve’s the one to catch him? He wasn’t even in the act! He just re-upped his supply from Reefer Rick, which is even worse because now he has enough drugs for a small army.

Fuck it. He’s going to jail anyway.

His fight or flight kicks in and he’s running the moment his feet hit the dirt, leaving Steve behind to deal with his van full of paraphernalia.

He hasn’t had to run since that last time in the Upside Down. He’s never been athletically fit, but he was always used to running from a threat.

Steve, on the other hand, has always been a star athlete.

Unfortunately for Eddie, Steve doesn’t stay with the van, instead he chases after him and, man, is he fast.

Steve catches him almost right away, slamming them both to the ground in a pile of aching joints and soon to be bruised limbs.

Steve gives him enough slack to turn around just so they’re nose to nose while the officer straddles the drug dealer’s lap.

“Well, I see the donuts haven’t hindered you any.” Eddie grins because that’s all he can do to stop himself from crying at how unfair his life is.

Then he’s being pulled roughly to his feet. He waits to feel the telltale coolness of cuffs clamping around his wrists, but he doesn’t. At least, not the cold part.

His heart still hammers in his chest, but then he looks down and sees what Steve put on him.

Furry red cuffs. Meant for the bedroom, not the streets.

“Not a word.” Steve warns as Eddie’s eyes widen.

But Eddie laughs even as he trips over his own feet, mind already working over time with what he’s going to say.

“If you wanted me in cuffs so bad, you could have just asked, big boy. You didn’t have to become a cop to do it.”

“Shut up.”

Eddie stops laughing when he remembers the predicament that led to him being placed in the sex cuffs in the first place. He swallows as they near his still running van.

“You gonna stay right there or do I need to put you in my car?”

“I’ll stay.”

Steve takes his time with the search, careful hands uncovering each of the hiding spots.

At least he didn’t rip it apart like he could have.

“Find everything you’re looking for, officer?” Eddie surmises based on the grim expression of his ex-classmate and former crush.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t find anything.” Steve admits with a sigh, and if his hands weren’t currently full of every drug known to man Eddie imagines he’d probably pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Then you shouldn’t have checked. You didn’t have a warrant or consent.”

Steve fixes him with a look that tells Eddie he’s stupider than either of them thought. “But I had probable cause the moment you ran.”

Eddie groans. Of course. He always has to run. He always has to ruin everything for himself. He really is a fuckup.

“You realize I have to take you in now, right?”

“Or you could not?” Eddie tries, hearing how pathetic he sounds.

“Eddie.”

“Steve.” He begs, blinks back the way his eyes feel.

Steve sighs, putting the drugs down to scrub a hand down his face.

What is Steve supposed to do? This could be his big chance. His first solo arrest and a big one at that. He’s not even technically working right now! The hazing would have to stop now. He’d finally have respect. Especially because the entire station hates the Munson name and has a betting pool going for who will finally be the one to bring in Eddie for good.

Not that Steve cared about the betting pool, mind you. Although it couldn’t hurt to cushion his pockets more. Especially after his family officially cut him off after his big decision.

“Okay, look. I won’t bring you in right now.” He emphasizes, doesn’t want to give Eddie the impression that he’s letting him go. “But I will be in the morning.”

Eddie’s face falls, then brightens back up. “So, you’re letting me go for now. What’s that, say, ten hours?”

Steve can already see the gears turning in his head, so he’s quick to shake his head. “No. I said I wouldn’t bring you in yet, I didn’t say I was letting you go so you can evade arrest. You really want another charge?

Eddie deflates. “No. So what now? You just gonna keep me in your sex cuffs overnight? That’s really kinky, Steve. I thought you were more vanilla than that.”

Steve’s face burns but he holds his ground, unwilling to let Eddie overwhelm him like he always does when he gives him that look and smile.

“We’ll leave your van here on the side of the road, and you’ll ride home with me.”

“If you wanted a slumber party you could have just asked. Are you gonna braid my hair too?”

“Do you want me to bring you in tonight?”

“No. I’m just trying to lighten the mood, man. Jeez.” He looks over his van as he watches Steve carefully place the drugs back where he found them. “So what, you just leave this van full of evidence here unattended? What happens if someone robs me? Takes the drugs? What then, officer?” Eddie knows the chance of someone happening across his van and stealing from it is slim to none. He goes down this road because no one else does. No one other than Steve, apparently.

“As much as I don’t want these drugs on the streets—” He levels him with a look Wayne himself has given. “—If they’re not in your possession then I can’t necessarily arrest you for any drug charges, now can I?”

Is Steve serious?

It seems highly unprofessional, but he wouldn’t push his luck by pointing that out. Maybe Steve really does want to help him and this is the only way he knows how.

“Why don’t I just drive the van back to your house? You can keep my keys.” He offers.

“So you can sneak out while I sleep and hotwire it? I don’t think so.” He snorts at Eddie’s half-baked plan. Damn, he knows him too well.

“Fine. So we leave it. God forbid anyone take the drugs—at least I don’t let anyone OD on them.” He helpfully points out. “But if someone does, take them, what then?”

“Then we just had a sleepover. We’ve been over this.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at the cop. This is Steve. But is it the same Steve who helped save his life, who helped exonerate him? What a way to come full-circle.

“Okay,” Eddie finally gives in, what other option does he have? “I’m in.”

“Great. Hop in.”

To his surprise, he’s guided to Steve’s passenger seat rather than the back.

“You sure?” Eddie furrows his brows.

Steve raises his own. “Should I not be?”

Eddie stays silent. He would never hurt anyone, especially Steve, unprompted. But Eddie’s also skeptical.

“Are you gonna take these cuffs off?” He finally asks.

“Nope.” Steve smiles at him for the first time in years.

It makes Eddie’s chest ache.

2.) Anger

Steve is obviously being hazed by the other officers

They took his actual cuffs and left him with these because they didn’t expect him to make any actual arrests. It’s not his fault he’s “too pretty” to be a real officer and eventual chief, and that they think he’ll only ever be seen as a stripper cop. Oh but Steve will show them alright. Starting tomorrow when he brings in Hawkins most prevalent drug dealer.

Who also happens to be Steve’s once unrequited crush.

Steve was hoping to give Eddie one last night of freedom, and more selfishly, give him one last night of spending time with Eddie.

He’d only seen Eddie in passing since they both recovered from their injuries, and even less often this past year. Only ever if his T.O. decided to harass Eddie when he really was just minding his own business at the grocery store or gas station.

But now Eddie was here with him, and he was pissed.

Steve thought they’d come to an agreement but Eddie must have changed his mind because now they were having a screaming match in the middle of Steve’s kitchen and this was not how Steve wanted the night to go.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie, what do you expect from me? I’m just trying to do my job!” Steve cries.

“I expect you to have my back, Steve! Like you did last time we were in a life or death situation, remember? Or did that Steve die in the Upside Down?” Eddie fires back.

He knows he’s being unnecessarily harsh. After all, Steve is technically the one in the right here given morals and you know, the law but Eddie is essentially a wild animal ensnared and desperate for escape. Excuse him for lashing out.

“Life or death? You want to talk life or death, Eddie? You’re the one who’s contributing to the start of an opioid epidemic! How would you feel if someone gets hooked so bad they OD or end up homeless?” Steve’s words pummel Eddie, agitating him more as he defends himself.

“I already told you I don’t let anyone OD!”

“How can you be so sure? Anything can happen, Eddie! This is stupid, this is irresponsible.”

Eddie gets in Steve’s face, and he imagines he’d be a whole lot more intimidating if it wasn’t for Steve’s stupid sex cuffs he’s still wearing. “And leaving a van full of drugs on the street where anyone can get them isn’t? Grow up, Steve. Why do you really have me here?”

Steve cowers back at that, suddenly turning away from Eddie but not before he catches sight of the tears welling in his eyes.

“Aw, come on, Steve.” Eddie tries, feeling his own eyes grow warm with tears. He’s already going to jail, he doesn’t need to feel bad about telling Steve how it is on top of everything else.

Steve doesn’t face him, doesn’t respond.

How could he? How could he explain that he’s alone? That all of the kids have grown and scattered across the country in pursuit of their own college adventures. That Nance is some bigshot reporter in Los Angeles. That Rob is traveling the world. She had wanted Steve to come with her, but when he decided to pursue law enforcement right here in Hawkins, she reached out to someone else. Who would have known Tammy Thompson’s singing voice would be so popular in different countries?

Steve’s happy for them. So fucking happy.

So maybe that’s why he’s so angry he could cry. Because the only person he has left isn’t his, won’t ever be his, especially now that Steve has specifically chosen a career that’s put him on the opposite side of the law than Eddie. It’s the one time since this entire journey of his that he’s truly regretted his decision to become an officer.

3.) Bargaining

“Remember when we saved the world?” Eddie’s eyes are wide, staring deep into Steve’s as he tries to make his case. “You didn’t give up on me then. We worked pretty well together! Why do you have to give up on me now?”

Steve sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s more difficult than that, Eddie. I haven’t given up on you. I just have to do this. It’s my job.”

“And selling is my job! I’m not hurting anyone.” Eddie cowers when Steve fixes him with a look.

Maybe he shouldn’t be so overzealous about contributing to the decline of humanity.

“I mean,” he continues, “it’s not like I like my job. It’s just the only one I can do. No one will hire me.”

Steve puts his hands on his hips and Eddie expects him to be chastised for something, but instead Steve only says—

“Your birthday’s coming up. Let me make you a cake. What flavor you want?”

Eddie blinks. Did he hear him correctly? Maybe he got a concussion from when Steve knocked him to the ground earlier. “Officer Harrington, offering to make me a cake? Are you gonna give me a show too?”

“Show? What—” Realization dawns on his face as he takes in Eddie’s cackle. “I’m not a stripper! Fuck you.”

“You wish.” Eddie snorts.

They’re left staring at each other uncomfortably long before Eddie sighs, drags a hand down his face. “Angel food. Out of character, right? I know.”

“I like devil’s food.”

“Really? Devil’s food? Huh.”

Steve nods. “I used to love red velvet.”

“Used to?”

“Can’t anymore. Maybe if I eat it already made, but I can’t deal with the mix anymore.”

Steve doesn’t explain, instead just leaving Eddie to sit there. He doesn’t know much about baking but he thinks he can take a wild guess.

“Blood. It looks like blood, doesn’t it?”

Steve nods, keeps his eyes trained down. Searching his hands for something that used to be there. “Especially the mixer. When it slings the mix around the sides of the bowl? It’s kind of funny how much it looks like blood.”

“Steve.”

“I try not to let it bother me. But it really shaped me, y’know? You don’t realize the things that’ll end up scarring you. I mean, shit, I gave up a stable and well-paying career where I don’t have to do anything more than sit at my desk and yell at some poor person.” He huffs, runs a hand down his face. “Instead I chose a job where I literally run into danger because apparently I didn’t get enough of that knocked into my head with each concussion.”

“You did it because you want to save people, Steve. It’s who you are.” Eddie briefly worries maybe Steve did choose the wrong career. A career that could put his life in danger, or traumatize him further. What if some bloodbath happens and Steve can’t handle it? Stranger things have happened in Hawkins. “Plus you don’t want to yell at some poor person.” He dips his chin, a grin spreading across his face. “You could always quit while you’re ahead, take your cushy office job. I’ll give up my…extracurricular activities and be the assistant you yell at all the time. I’ll know you don’t mean it.” He bargains, tone saccharine and joking but he couldn’t be more serious.

Steve tilts his head, seems to consider it. “While your rap sheet isn’t that long or bad, you still probably wouldn’t get hired.”

Eddie’s smile falls. “Ouch. You wouldn’t hire me?”

“I don’t know if I’d have that kind of power. Plus, I’d have to go get my degree before I could even think about begging my father for the position.”

Eddie frowns. Even if he didn’t want Steve to be an officer of the law, he didn’t want him to waste away in four more years of school only to have to defeat the final boss that is Mr. Harrington himself.

“What if I told you I can turn in some powerful names?” Eddie switches gears. If Steve’s meant to be the do-gooder officer, then he can at least be a do-gooder drug dealer.

Steve narrows his eyes in intrigue, “Like who?”

“Like Kline?” Eddie offers up, voice high.

Steve rolls his eyes. “He’s not the mayor anymore.”

“But he still buys! More so now that he’s hit rock bottom.” When Steve doesn’t respond Eddie sighs. “Okay, how about Principal Higgins? You can’t tell me Hawkins PD wants our youth going to school under that.” He hopes this works. “I can get you all of the important people, the ones who influence today’s youth.” Eddie doesn’t know of much, but maybe he can find out more from Reefer Rick.

Steve’s expression changes. Bingo. “How long has Higgins been buying? Does he use on school property?”

“I’ve personally known since ‘84. Keeps little blue bottles right there in his desk drawer.”

“And they’re not prescription?”

“Unless Reefer Rick got a medical degree and didn’t tell me—”

Steve nods. “Okay, I can work with that. But, Eddie, he’ll just flip on you. Higgins. Rick. Anyone will. They’d get the deal. The disgraced former mayor and Higgins are small fish. Typically we want the big one.”

“You think I’m the big one? I’m flattered, really.” Eddie puts his hand to his chest and flutters his lashes. “Okay, how about Charlie Greene? He’s one of the biggest drug kingpins in Oregon. Weed, coke, heroin, speed, K—if he can’t grow it or cook it himself he imports it.”

This catches Steve’s attention. “Tell me more.”

“He’s got a whole fleet of produce trucks he uses to transport. Farris Farms. Last I saw, there were kilos and kilos of pot wrapped up to look like carrots. I do know of at least two of the guys by name. CJ and Toby.”

Steve visibly brightens, looks a good ten years younger. He pulls out his little pocket notebook and pen. “Last names?”

Eddie winces, “Sorry, I don’t know everything. Didn’t think to ask while I was doing something I shouldn’t have.”

Steve frowns, and Eddie feels like a kicked puppy. Or like he’s the one who kicked the puppy. “Uh huh. And how do you have that connection?”

“Because Al Munson tricked me into stealing their supply to pay them back for something he also stole from them.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah. Believe it or not that was the first time I’d had guns pointed at me. It was also the first time I got arrested, but I hadn’t actually been arrested for anything they could keep me on. I tried to stop a cop from bleeding out and he vouched for me after he was out of surgery. That’s just about the only time a good deed worked out for me.”

Steve worries his lip just long enough for Eddie to worry it would bleed.

Steve puts his notebook and pen back away in his little uniform pocket, a blue uniform that looks pretty damn good on him. “I’m making you that cake.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Mm hmm. Come on, you can come sit in the kitchen with me.”

After he’s settled in and watching Steve collect the necessary ingredients he speaks, “You saved my life, Steve. I never forgot that. Felt like maybe you did.” Eddie clears his throat, wishes it didn’t sound so hoarse.

Steve barely glances at him before finishing measuring out some sugar. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. About that night. How close you came to being another body caught in the crossfire.” Steve shudders. “I’m just happy we’re having this conversation.”

“You’re happy you have me in your sex cuffs in your kitchen while you bake me a cake? You’re into some weird stuff, man.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it, asshole.” But Steve smiles anyway.

Despite the distance between them these last few years, their playful back and forth banter is organic. Eddie appreciates that.

By the time Steve’s caught him up on all the hazing he’s suffered, Eddie’s laughing so hard he barely feels like any time has passed at all.

By the time the cake is out and cooling on a wire rack, Eddie is so taken by the fact that Steve actually seems to want to know about him, that he’s actually interested in him and his life, that Eddie might just find himself on his knees between Steve’s legs—if Steve wasn’t already in that exact position for Eddie.

“I should have known this is what gets you going,” Eddie pants as Steve takes more of him into his mouth, making up the difference with one hand while using his other to explore the expanse of Eddie’s tummy, his thighs, before finally caressing his balls. “I will let you arrest me anytime, big boy.” Eddie promises with a gasp.

Steve can feel Eddie trying not to buck up into his mouth, resisting the temptation to choke him with his cock as Steve moans his appreciation around him. Steve can’t blame him—he’s been teasing him nonstop since he managed to get his hands around Eddie’s handcuff belt buckle, being too gentle, too light, too fleeting when he knows Eddie wants more. Knows they both want more. It’s just serving to amp Eddie up; Steve hopes it’s enough to make up for how this will all end between them.

Steve pulls back to lick around the head of Eddie’s cock, not hiding any of the vulgar, wet noises that come along with it. He looks up at Eddie, who has thrown his head back. Steve moans around the head, speeding up his hand on the base of the shaft.

He pulls off with a lewd pop, forcing Eddie to keep his eyes trained down on him.

Steve thinks Eddie is a vision, he’s certain of it actually. With his hair drooping messily in front of his face, lips parted and a flush high on his cheeks, Steve would do nearly anything for him. Especially with his pale and tattooed chest dusted with an evident blush.

Steve wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before slowly pumping Eddie again. “I don’t want to argue with you,” he says, “and I want you to take what you want.”

He takes Eddie’s hands from where they clench at his own bare thighs and pulls them to rest in his hair. When he can feel Eddie’s grip tensing in his hairspray-stiff waves, Steve puts his mouth back on him, taking him down as far as he can, hollowing his cheeks and sucking like his life depends on it.

Eddie holds him in place for a moment before letting Steve pull back and bob back forward in a quick rhythm.

They can both feel the saliva pooling in Steve’s mouth as he tries to take Eddie deeper and deeper with every pull, swallowing when he can feel Eddie closing in on, and eventually, hitting the back of his throat. He can feel the hands in his hair tightening to the point where he worries Eddie may be causing irreparable damage to his roots. It hurts—but it’s a dull ache, and a welcome one. This is what he wanted.

Steve chances another look up at Eddie with his cock as far down his throat as he can take it without needing to pull off, and he can see Eddie’s eyes trained on his—half-lidded, clouded with pleasure. He’s biting his bottom lip, in effort to not make noise, perhaps? No, that just won’t do, Steve thinks, as he swallows Eddie again, moaning around the hot, thick weight on his tongue.

He’s blessed with a string of sharp expletives from Eddie’s mouth, which would make Steve smile if his mouth wasn’t so full.

He swallows again. At this, he can feel Eddie fight back his climax as he holds on to Steve’s hair as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded, and finally forces him down to take the rest of him down Steve’s throat.

Steve can feel Eddie come as he’s held there, unable to move or breathe. He could die like this, Steve thinks, and he’d probably be fine with it. It would make for a hell of a story, anyway.

Steve Harrington died doing what he loves: Eddie Munson.

When Eddie finally releases his hold on Steve’s hair, Steve pulls back quickly with a gasp, chest heaving as he catches his breath, but Eddie is already clumsily trying to use his limited range to haul him up for a hungry kiss. The kiss is wet as Eddie seems to be chasing the taste of himself in Steve’s mouth—as if there was anything there to taste with how far he came down his throat.

Steve feels like putty in Eddie’s hands; he doesn’t resist at all when Eddie flips their positions so that Steve’s the one sitting in the kitchen chair, and in another swift movement, twisted again so that his back is flush to Eddie’s front, his front pressed nearly in half against the table.

Eddie attempts to pin him there as he uses both hands to fumble with Steve’s zipper, pulling his jeans down just enough to expose his ass to the cool air.

He withdraws his hands and Steve can hear him spit into his hands before reaching around to grip Steve’s painfully hard cock in his fists.

The position is beyond awkward, with Eddie still being cuffed, but he’s nothing if not determined.

“Next time,” Eddie says, draping his body over Steve’s, looming over him like a warm shadow. He releases his grip in favor to dip a few fingers between the cleft of Steve’s ass, just feeling. “I’m going to fuck you, just like this. Bend you over the table next time you try to convince me you’re not the greatest man to ever live.

Steve groans—he can’t do much of anything else between the sensations around him; Eddie feels too good. Between barely touching him and his threatening promises, Steve is ready to come when Eddie wraps his hands around him once more, jerking him under the table with perfect rhythm. As soon as Eddie dips a finger to tease his small hole on the tip of his cock, that’s all he can handle: he comes hard, shooting across the tiled floor of his kitchen with Eddie’s name on his lips.

He shudders as Eddie pulls him up again, and he’s expecting a rough kiss—but instead, he just gets tenderness. Eddie kisses him sweetly, chastely, even tries his hardest to hold Steve to him, wanting nothing more than a warm embrace. Steve thinks maybe he could and should take off the sex cuffs.

Of all that they’ve just done together, this is what takes Steve’s breath away the most.

4.) Depression

Looking at Steve, Eddie becomes excruciatingly aware of the distance between them.

Steve had apparently retreated into himself. Losing whatever intimate atmosphere that surrounded them right after handing Eddie a glass of water.

In fact, there was so much distance between them that Steve is currently leaning against the opposite kitchen wall, as far from Eddie as possible. He tried not to let it bother him, but Eddie has never been God’s strongest soldier.

After staring at Steve’s profile for too long to count, Eddie speaks, tired of Steve avoiding his eyes.

“Hey, you know—I didn’t even get to properly hug you or anything, man. I mean, I haven’t seen you in forever and we didn’t even, I don’t know, commemorate it or something like that.” Eddie says with furrowed brows.

He sets the empty glass down on the table he held Steve against just minutes ago. “Steve?” Eddie takes a hesitant step forward.

“I…I kinda don’t think that’s a good idea right now, Eds.” Steve finally says, looking away from his floor and up at Eddie with an uncomfortable look in his eyes.

“What?” Eddie scoffs, a little too loud and a little too snappy considering the feelings swirling around inside of him. Maybe that’s exactly why he’s so loud and snappy. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Steve raises his brows, like he’s surprised Eddie isn’t happy with his opinion. “Whoa, you don’t have to be like that, you know. You know exactly why we shouldn’t. I mean I’m happy to see you again, don’t get me wrong, but these circumstances are horrible—” He holds a hand up to stop Eddie from speaking. “—and I’m well aware that it’s my own fault we’re in this situation. I either should have let you go or arrested you immediately, not… complicate things.”

Steve looks away from him again, no need to observe it when he can feel Eddie still staring holes into him.

He knows that if he looks up, he’ll see the hurt in his eyes, the hurt he can hear in his voice.

“You seriously don’t even wanna hug me? Not even a ‘hey, nice to see you, bro’ and a pat on the shoulder? Even after—I can’t believe you right now,” Eddie is really raising his voice now, “I have my dick down your throat, my hand around yours, it’s fine—but somehow hugging me is crossing a line?”

Eddie would basically be screaming right now if his voice wasn’t so choked up and full of suppressed feelings.

“Eddie—” Steve starts softly, but Eddie’s sudden outburst of anger takes him by surprise.

“No! Don’t even start with this crap, with you’re excuses and your, ‘Eddie, be reasonable about this,’ I fucking can’t take it, not from you. I don’t see you, properly see you, in years, I want a fucking hug, or just…something, anything, Steve!”

Steve hadn’t dared to look up during Eddie’s cry.

He didn’t want to hurt him. Why didn’t Eddie just understand that Steve couldn’t give him what he wanted, what he needed so desperately himself? He would make things worse. He just knows it. He already has.

When Eddie stops talking and the silence becomes unbearable, Steve finally looks up.

Eddie hadn’t moved, his back still to the counter, his knuckles white from clutching the surface.

Steve looks up at his face and sees tear tracks down Eddie’s cheek, head down, avoiding Steve’s gaze.

Immediately, Steve steps forward, closing the remaining distance between them and raises a hand towards Eddie’s red and dampened cheek, brushing a stray tear off with his thumb just in time before Eddie’s cuffed hand reaches his face.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Eddie.” Against his better judgment, Steve closes his arms around him, pulling him close.

He feels Eddie’s chin wobble in the dent of his shoulder.

“I didn’t wanna hurt you. I really didn’t.” Steve starts, but Eddie cuts him off, pulling away to create enough space between them to look Steve in the eye.

“No, it’s fine, I just…” Eddie drifts off.

It’s not fine. Nothing about this night is fine. The first time he’s ever been able to be intimate with Steve, able to show some hint of how he really feels about him, and the memory will forever be tarnished by how this night will end. Of course it hadn’t began so good either.

Eddie spent the last hours of daylight scrubbing his uncle’s headstone clean from red graffiti which read awful and completely untrue things about him. Wayne was never a bad man; but the Munson name carries a reputation. After that, Eddie made the split-decision to pick up more than usual from Rick, not wanting to see him again until next week instead of their every-other-night dealings. Then flashing red and blue lights in his rearview mirror, and Steve in a blue uniform.

This night has been horrible. Steve was just about the only good thing about it.

Eddie might as well enjoy the time he has left.

5.) Acceptance

Eddie’s heart aches for reasons that are probably more psychological than physical, especially when Steve takes Eddie’s face into his hands, soothingly running his right thumb up and down his cheek. This time, however, Eddie gives into the touch.

He moves his head just enough for the next caring stroke to brush over his lower lip instead of Eddie’s cheek like Steve had intended.

Steve pauses, as if unsure what to do, but Eddie’s made his decision.

He kisses the tip of Steve’s thumb.

When Steve doesn’t react, Eddie takes it a step further, parting his lips to wrap around his fingertip.

Steve can feel the warmth and wetness of Eddie’s mouth on his skin; can feel arousal stir in his gut once more. He presses his thumb into Eddie’s mouth, watches the way Eddie sucks on the digit before his eyes fixate onto Eddie’s.

Once Eddie gets a good taste of his skin, he releases Steve’s thumb with a soft plop, only audible because the kitchen is so deadly quiet.

Steve looks startled for a second, as if waking from a dream he didn’t even realize he was having.

Eddie’s mind fills with dark thoughts and a further spiraling mood.

“Sorry man, that was really weird, sorry.” He hastily spits out, taking a step back out of whatever pocket dimension they’ve found themselves trapped in.

Before he realizes it, tears start spilling from his eyes again. God, what was wrong with him? He’s been through much worse than getting rejected by some guy.

Steve watched him closely, letting Eddie keep his small distance until the tears start back up. Now he steps forward, slowly nearing Eddie as he would a dangerous animal, prepared to be torn to shreds for his next move.

He cups Eddie’s chin and tilts it upwards until their eyes meet. “Please stop crying.”

Eddie isn’t sure if he can do that… But he can do this.

With a only a second of reaction time and a small moan he’ll deny until his dying breath, Eddie meets Steve’s lips in a desperate, wet kiss. One Steve instantly returns.

Their kiss, only their second kiss, increases in neediness and lust so fast that Eddie can’t hold back the noticeably louder moans that make Steve kiss him even harder.

Steve is sure that his heart will burst and his lungs will collapse but he just can’t let go of Eddie, can’t let this opportunity get away. He loves him.

He’s basically shoving Eddie against the counter now, rubbing his hips against the gasping and moaning mess of a man.

When the sharp pain in Eddie’s lower back from where the edge of the counter presses into him increases to unbearable amounts, he finally pulls off for air and looks into Steve’s wide, familiar eyes. He knows his own must be reflecting that look of want.

But instead of pushing Eddie away again or taking his pants off, Steve pulls Eddie close and holds him tight; like he’ll lose him if he lets go. In a way, he will and they both know that.

Eddie inhales the familiar scent of Steve’s shirt. He never got to see what brand of cologne Steve uses, but Eddie knows it’s the same one he wore back in ‘86; he’d wager it’s probably Calvin Klein’s Obsession for men.

Steve presses a kiss on Eddie’s forehead, over his messy and probably sweaty bangs but it doesn’t seem to bother him any because he starts kissing a line along Eddie’s neck, jaw and cheek until their foreheads are pressed together and his hands are back to cupping Eddie’s face.

“Bedroom?” Eddie asks, breathless.

“Yeah, lets do that.”

With that, Eddie takes Steve’s offered hand, still wearing the stupid sex cuffs so it’s a bit awkward as Steve drags him through the kitchen door and through the short hallway to his bedroom.

Once within a reasonable distance from Steve’s bed, Eddie is suddenly pushed onto the mattress.

It’s not that he’s particularly scared of being pushed, especially by Steve, but with his hands bound and unable to catch himself it startles him. Before he can voice his disapproval, Steve is crawling on top of him, his strong arms holding Eddie down as he covers his lips in needy kisses—as if Eddie even needed to be held down.

When Steve rocks his hips against Eddie in a desperate attempt to satisfy his already hardened dick, Eddie suddenly stops all movements as he uses both hands to push against Steve’s chest.

When Steve sees the unsure look on his face and feels the pressure on his chest, he distances himself. “Oh, shit, did you not want to—”

“No, um, it’s just… Well, what’s the game plan here, Harrington? I mean, are w—are you gonna fuck me?” Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, adding a hasty—“Because I’d really like that.”

“Oh, yeah, Eds. I would really like that too.” Steve smiles before adding on—“But I look forward to you bending me over my own kitchen table some time.”

Eddie nods, wide-eyed. He can’t believe this is actually happening. Wayne is probably rolling over in his grave right now. Not because he’s against this way of life, despite being Catholic, but because he’d clocked Eddie’s crush years ago and Eddie had vehemently denied it to the point of blaring his music at an even more disrespectful volume than usual. He supposes he owes him an apology now.

Maybe Steve will take him to the cemetery to say it, and goodbye.

“But… Neither of us have done this before…right?” Eddie questions, wondering if instinct and common sense will just take over.

Steve bites his bottom lip, genuine concern in his eyes as he considers how exactly they’re meant to have sex. “Right, but I think if we go slow it’ll be okay. But only if you want it, though.”

“No, yeah, I trust you.” Eddie confirms with a nod.

“Okay. If you change your mind, you’ll tell me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Even if I’m already inside?”

Eddie would roll his eyes if it wasn’t for knowing Steve is just trying to be a good person. “Yes, Steve.”

“Even if we’ve been doing it for a little bit and it could almost be done but you change your mind—”

“Yes, Steve, I understand! Just fuck me already!” Eddie exclaims, just about ready to get himself off when Steve kisses him so dirty that Eddie can’t help but moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you could be like this.” Eddie admits, always envisioning Steve to be a missionary and vanilla man. A straight man too.

“Yeah, well, you’re in for a treat, baby.”

Before Eddie can make a smug remark, Steve starts to kiss his way down to Eddie’s neck as he uses his left hand to explore under his shirt and circle the only nipple Eddie has left, which forces a surprised moan out of him. He had lost quite a bit of sensitivity after the demobats damaged the nerves under his skin, but there’s something about Steve’s touch that lights a fire beneath his skin.

Steve sucks a mark into Eddie’s neck, and Eddie hopes it will be visible for days after even if it might put him on his cellmate’s radar. Eddie’s no bitch, but he also knows sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to to survive.

Steve slides his other hand under Eddie’s shirt, pulling it up and forcing them to break their contact in order to slip the shirt over Eddie’s head.

“Steve, can you please take off your damn sex cuffs? I mean, they’re great and all but—” he shakes his hands to show how the shirt had gotten tangled.

“Shit, yeah. Hold on…” Steve fumbles in his pants pocket before retrieving a little key, finally freeing Eddie’s wrists.

Eddie immediately rubs at them. They’re not exactly sore, but they are clammy and tender.

“You okay?” Steve asks, reaching for Eddie’s hands as he looks over them with a careful eye.

“They’re fine. Please just get me out of these jeans.” He begs, wiggling his hips.

Steve smirks and goes directly back to Eddie’s body, giving one particularly harsh bite on the lone nipple. He laughs when Eddie’s hips buck up and his hands bury themselves in Steve’s hair.

Steve’s desire to get Eddie naked is much stronger than teasing Eddie any longer, so he follows the request gladly and unbuckles Eddie’s belt, gently pulling the tight jeans down. After a hesitant look up to Eddie, who nods slightly, he pulls his boxers down too before discarding both onto the floor.

“Fuck.” Steve says breathlessly as he takes in Eddie’s completely nude body, his own arousal heightened as he gets to see Eddie in a way he’d never gotten to before.

He wastes no time in pulling off his uniform, which he both thanks and curses for Eddie being beneath him at this moment.

When he’s naked, Eddie just stares. Eyes wide, mouth agape. He hadn’t gotten a good view earlier, but now he gets to see… Well, he gets to see that Steve has once again been unfairly blessed with literally everything. He regrets never trying to be on any sports team that would warrant him to have to change and shower in the locker room with Steve.

But Eddie doesn’t have a whole lot of time to admire the muscles, the face, the beautifully curved dick and everything else that will forever accompany his dreams, though, because Steve fixes him with a smug smirk before speaking.

“Like what you see, Munson?” Before giving the still speechless Eddie another sloppy kiss.

When Steve pulls away for breath Eddie laughs, “I never thought I’d see the day where you take off my pants.”

“Really?” Steve grins, “I always kind of knew it was gonna happen. Or at least I had very strong hopes.”

“Fuck me!” Eddie exclaims, the new emotion of annoyance making itself known within him thanks to the knowledge that he and Steve could have done this so many years ago if only he wasn’t such a judging idiot.

They’d probably be having sex in their own apartment right now instead of this hookup before Steve takes him to jail, if only Eddie had pursued him sooner—or at all.

Before he can get too deep in his head, he carefully puts his hand around Steve’s dick.

He moves his hand down to the base and Steve notices he’s looking at the tip of his dick, where a little precome had gathered.

Pausing his movements, Eddie looks up at Steve with an almost hopeful look in his eyes. “Can I blow you?

A blush crosses Steve’s face, any cockiness long gone by Eddie’s words. “Yeah, sure.” Then he changes positions with Eddie so that his back is against his headboard, and Eddie is straddling Steve’s legs as he swallows him down with no hesitation.

Eddie gives it his all, like Steve expected he would, like Steve himself had done.

Steve watches Eddie through half-lidded eyes, in too much pleasure to stare with widened eyes but not wanting to miss a second as he watches Eddie.

Eddie’s confidence is only boosted by the look on Steve’s face, and the many noises Steve makes as he continuously takes more of Steve’s enormous cock into his mouth.

He wastes no time, pushing down as deep as he can go, moving up again and simultaneously cupping Steve’s balls with his left hand.

Steve’s half-closed eyes now shut completely as he thumps his head back against the wall with animalistic groan that would have made Eddie worry if he wasn’t so fucking turned on.

“Fuck, Eds, oh God, why are you so good at his?” Steve asks with his hand in Eddie’s hair, who slurps at and sucks Steve’s dick as if his life depended on it; in a way, Eddie thinks it might.

“Oh God, you need to stop though, Eds, if we want this to go any further, you really have to not make me come right now.” Steve urges, tugging at Eddie’s hair.

With a pop, Eddie pulls off and immediately crawls up to Steve, letting him taste his own dick in a dirty kiss.

Eddie’s own cock was aching to be touched now as he turns to lie down on the empty side of the bed to give Steve the opportunity to take care of him now; and Steve intended to.

He kisses Eddies belly, touching every inch of skin he can find, before startling Eddie into a moan with a wide lick across his balls.

While moving onto Eddie’s dick and taking the tip into his mouth, Steve fumbles around for his nightstand drawer, opening and closing it.

He sucks Eddie hard, before pulling away altogether to get a good look at his flushed face.

Steve looks at the condom he has in hand before meeting Eddie’s eyes. “Have you had something inside you before?”

“Yeah… Nothing compared to what you’re carrying but I’ve experimented here and there. Never had an actual dick up there, though.”

Steve nods, thinks to himself before reaching for his bottle of lotion, grateful it’s the unscented kind. “Okay, I’m gonna start slow. Tell me when to stop.”

Eddie nods, not pointing out Steve said when and not if.

Steve grabs one of the pillows Eddie isn’t lying on and helps Eddie to tuck it under his hips before lifting his legs up for easier access.

There’s something about the way Eddie looks at him, so trusting and open for him. It feels so intimate to Steve that he almost can’t stand it.

Steve tries to warm the lotion in hand, but Eddie still flinches when he slowly inserts one finger and it slips it in oh so easily, pushing past the rim and into Eddie’s warm body.

“More.” Eddie requests before Steve had even started moving.

Steve complies as he carefully pushes a second one in, feeling Eddie tighten. He studies his face carefully for any sign of discomfort or regret before he starts moving his fingers in a gentle but steady pace.

“We’re gonna need a third one.” Eddie says through a particularly loud moan as Steve thrusts his two fingers deep and hard into a spot that Eddie has only ever felt on his own self-fulfilled adventures.

So after a bit more lotion, Steve does push a third one in and Eddie melts under his touch.

Steve’s fingers were perfect for this, Eddie thinks as he floats away, not able to stop smiling even while Steve pounds his fingers into him. If this is how could three fingers can make him feel, he can not wait for the real thing.

“Steve, I’m ready.” He moans desperately.

Relieved, Steve smiles at Eddie as he pulls his cramping hand free to put on the condom. He isn’t even worried that Eddie has anything, he just hopes the lubrication it has with it will help Eddie with the stretch.

He looks at Eddie’s expectant face, his beautiful body and positions his throbbing cock at Eddie’s hole. With a deep groan, Steve slowly slides his aching cock into Eddies tight, hot ass.

Eddie screams out, though it ends on a keening mewl. With the stretch of his asshole, what feels like fire igniting throughout him, he can already tell he’ll be sore tomorrow.

“Fuck.” Eddie whispers, tears already threatening to spill down his face.

“Fuck.” Steve echoes him, his voice hoarse like he’d been the one who was screaming.

Steve slows himself once fully sheathed, doesn’t move a single inch. He runs a soothing hand over Eddie’s tummy. “You okay?”

Eddie blinks back his tears and nods his head. “‘M good, Steve, don’t stop, fuck. I’m good, I want—I want it. Want you.”

When Steve looks like he’s having doubts, Eddie closes his eyes. “Just don’t pull out, please.” He mumbles.

“You sure, sweetheart? I can get something else. Vaseline maybe—”

“No,” Eddie squeaks. Pushes back onto Steve. “Feels good, the pain.” He reaches up, fingers grazing the tanned muscles of Steve’s arm, over his chest and through the hair that rests there. He looks even hairier than the time on Lover’s Lake when he nearly drowned just before getting mauled by demobats. They survived for a reason, he concludes.

Eddie smiles. At Steve, to himself. “Want it hard,” he confesses breathily.

The tenderness of Steve’s hazel eyes makes him feel safe. Wanted. Makes him never want to be out of Steve’s sight, be without his attention.

Steve brings his own hand down to Eddie’s waist, squeezes him gently before snapping his hips roughly, suddenly, drawing those keening noises out from Eddie’s lips once more.

He pushes Eddie’s legs to his chest and holds them there, pulling out just to push into the deeper angle a second later, making Eddie let out a punched out noise as Steve hits his prostate head on.

Pleased with the reaction, Steve pulls out again and pushes back in, harder this time and as deep as he could go, watching Eddie’s face the whole time.

He isn’t disappointed. The little show Eddie seems to be subconsciously putting on only gets better with each thrust. His mouth opens in a gasp at each intrusion and his head settles further into the pillow beneath it.

With hands clenching the sheets, he whispers. “Yeah, just like that, Steve.”

“Oh, you like that?“ Steve teases even as he sweats more than he did when he was finding out if he passed the single most important exam of his life. “You want me to fuck you really hard tonight?”

Not waiting for an answer to his rhetorical question, he begins really fucking into Eddie now, pounding him into the mattress. He goes so hard, he worries it’ll be too much for Eddie, or for him.

But judging by the the sounds Eddie is making, he’s enjoying himself; if a little overwhelmed, crying out every time Steve buries his thick cock in him. Despite the tears streaming down his face, the wild grin on his face and painful looking erection shows Steve exactly how much he loves it.

When Steve changes the angle, spreading his legs a little, Eddie honest to God thinks he’s about to die. Die from being fucked by this incredible man. A cop, his brain reminds him. He supposes this is what they meant when they say “fuck the police”.

The mixture of pleasure and pain begins to be too much for him, and he knows an orgasm will be punched out of him very soon.

Steve seems to knows this too.

A deep sob escapes Eddie’s mouth when Steve thrusts into him particularly hard.

“Shhh, come on, Eds, I know you want to come with me inside you so deep. Because you’re so full right now, baby, and I can feel you clenching around me. So fucking tight. Do you like it like that, your dick untouched and me pushing into you while you moan so desperately? Come for me, baby. I missed you so much, Eds.”

And with that, Eddie utters a surprised sound as he comes all over their chests, making a bigger mess with each increasingly desperate thrust from Steve.

Through the haze of his orgasm, Eddie can feel Steve shaking and with one, two last pushes and a guttural almost painful groan, he closes his eyes and comes deep into Eddie, his whole body pressing Eddie into the mattress, filling the condom with his come.

They both secretly wish there hadn’t been one.

Eddie’s exhausted when he comes down from the headspace he’s occupied. His face buried deep into Steve’s pillow, drool threatening to leak out of the corner of his mouth, eyes half-closed and blurry to his surroundings. His untouched cock is as sensitive as his hole when Steve pulls out. It’s almost a relief, he had been so desperate to be smothered by the weight of Steve Harrington that he’s realized he can finally breath again.

But something in his mind short circuits as Steve moves off of him, getting back and away.

Eddie can hear him enter his bathroom, turn on the sink, but he can’t convince himself it’s okay.

Steve has left him.

But just as soon as Eddie is ready to cry for an entirely different reason, Steve is back in Eddie’s personal space with a cool and damp washcloth wiping gently over his skin. Pressing lightly in a slow wipe across his belly and ass. Steve is careful, knowing Eddie is tender and raw. That’s enough to make Eddie want to cry again.

When he finishes cleaning him up, Steve lies down beside Eddie, wrapping a protective arm around him.

They stay like that in silence for quite some time before Eddie comes back to himself and lets out a sort of laugh that doesn’t sound quite right to either of them.

Eddie says, “Okay, dude, all I wanted was a hug.”

Steve rolls his eyes and pushes Eddie a little before pulling him back in tighter than before. “One day, I wanna be fucked like that by you.” Steve says as if it were nothing, prompting Eddie to wiggle out of his hold to face him.

“Oh, we can arrange that. I believe they’re called conjugal visits?”

Steve gives him a look. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Eddie mirrors him. “Are you just figuring this out?”

Steve smiles and shakes his head at the ceiling. “Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?”

Eddie follows Steve’s gaze to the popcorn ceiling. “That’d make a really good song lyric.”

“You’re right. It’d totally be pop.”

Eddie looks at the other, aghast. “No way, Harrington. It’d be metal, rock. At the very worst it’d be country. Not pop.”

Steve only grins. “Sure, Munson, whatever you say.”

Eddie says nothing as he watches Steve’s bedside clock show the new morning hour. They really did have a sleepover, a real one where no one actually sleeps. “You have to take me in now, don’t you?”

Steve leans over him to check the clock. 5:30. “I do.” Eddie would swear Steve actually sounds disappointed.

Eddie swallows the lump building in his throat. “That’s okay. You gave me one last night of freedom, and man was it an experience.”

Warmth blooms across Steve’s face and down his chest. “I wish I didn’t have to.” He admits with a sigh, pulling Eddie closer once more.

Eddie doesn’t indulge in the fantasies any longer. “It’s for the best. You said it yourself, the little fish will flip on me anyway. Best if I go willingly, right? Maybe work out some deal.”

Steve nods, but doesn’t say anything more.

As the minutes count down until they have to leave their little pocket dimension, Eddie begins to cry again.

He won’t admit he’s crying over Steve, instead he turns up the drama to hide his real feelings just as he always has. “I haven’t got to watch Graveyard Shift yet. Misery. Night of the Living Dead. Or fuckin’…Edward Scissorhands. Ghost. Beetlejuice. Heathers. Winona Ryder is pretty hot. So is Patrick Swayze. Sue me.”

Steve says nothing as Eddie rambles and bemoans all the movies he hasn’t seen yet, how many he’ll miss, he just wraps his arms around him tighter.

6.) Hope

2014.

Eddie’s hair was still the same length as it was when he began his sentence, keeping it trimmed through the years. His hair is now streaked with gray, looking more salt and pepper verses the dark brown he had in his youth. Even if his personal style is long since out of style, it’s still his style.

He pushes some of his hair out of his eyes when he sees a silver SUV pull in front of him.

He’s about to look behind him to see who else might be getting released when Steve rolls down the passenger window, smiling at him from the driver’s seat. “Need a ride?”

Eddie grins, jumping to his feet as he approaches the shiny silver vehicle. “Downgraded, huh?”

“Who needs a BMW in their forties?”

“You look like a soccer mom in this thing.” Eddie snickers as he climbs in and buckles up without being asked.

“That’s the thanks I get for picking your grimy ass up?” Steve shakes his head but still has that smile. He’s aged too, Eddie realizes.

Steve’s hair is shorter now, less big. No product. He’s got crow’s feet around his eyes, which are adorned by a really nice pair of browline glasses that suit him.

Eddie feels his heart skip a beat.

“Want to hear some music?” Steve asks suddenly. “I got a new CD in I think you might like.”

“Sure, yeah. Why not? Might as well see what the world’s been up to while I was away.” Eddie agrees with a nod; anything to distract him from how Steve has apparently aged like fine wine.

“Awesome.” Steve presses the play button, and Eddie sees it’s on track seven.

Goin’ out tonight, changes into something red

Her mother doesn’t like that kind of dress

Everything she never had she’s showin’ off

“Hey, Steve, what is this shit?” Eddie looks at him incredulously. He’s always known Steve had a shitty taste in music but this is a new low.

“Just listen.” He cranks it up.

Drivin’ too fast, moon is breakin’ through her hair

She’s headin’ for somethin’ that she won’t forget

Havin’ no regrets is all that she really wants

“Is this song about a girl losing her virginity?” Eddie almost laughs.

“Just listen!” Steve insists.

We’re only gettin’ older, baby

And I’ve been thinkin’ about it lately

Does it ever drive you crazy

Just how fast the night changes?

Eddie has such a visceral reaction to that last line that he can’t help but to listen more closely. “No! Seriously?”

“Seriously!” Steve exclaims, excited as he begins to drum the beat on the steering wheel, even going as far as singing along.

Everything that you’ve ever dreamed of

Disappearing when you wake up

But there’s nothing to be afraid of

Even when the night changes

It will never change me and you

Eddie shakes his head. “I can’t believe this.”

Chasing it tonight, doubts are runnin’ ‘round her head

He’s waitin’, hides behind a cigarette

Heart is beatin’ loud and she doesn’t want it to stop

“We could have had a hit song.” Steve supplies as he makes a right turn.

Movin’ too fast, moon is lightin’ up her skin

She’s fallin’, doesn’t even know it yet

Havin’ no regrets is all that she really wants

“This is insane.”

We’re only gettin’ older, baby

And I’ve been thinkin’ about it lately

Does it ever drive you crazy

Just how fast the night changes?

Everything that you’ve ever dreamed of

Disappearing when you wake up

But there’s nothing to be afraid of

Even when the night changes

It will never change me and you

“Steve, I can’t believe this.”

Goin’ out tonight, changes into something red

Her mother doesn’t like that kind of dress

Reminds her of the missin’ piece of innocence she lost

We’re only gettin’ older, baby

And I’ve been thinkin’ about it lately

Does it ever drive you crazy

Just how fast the night changes?

Everything that you’ve ever dreamed of

Disappearing when you wake up

But there’s nothing to be afraid of

Even when the night changes

It will never change, baby

It will never change, baby

It will never change me and you

As the song finally comes to an end, Steve turns off the radio awaiting Eddie’s review.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Seriously?” Eddie asks, still in disbelief.

Steve nods his head with a grin. “Night Changes. Teens love One Direction, that’s the band.”

Eddie surprises even himself by playing it back, listening to the lyrics as Steve continues to finger drum and sing.

“They’re pop.” Eddie acknowledges.

“They sure are.”

Eddie catches a glimpse of himself in the side mirror, he turns to look back at Steve who catches his eye with a smile.

“So is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“That even when the night changes, it’ll never change me and you.”

Fin.

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Clan of Three - Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty: Guns for Hire

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 7K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments

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Dawn covers Nevarro as the covert surrounds the Gauntlet as you give your final goodbyes. The Armorer speaks to Bo-Katan and Din with Grogu in his pram by the bounty hunter’s side. You spot amongst the crowd the copper and white Mandalorian as he moves forward and you pull away the group as you stand in front of Kaz.

“I guess this is goodbye…I wish you could come.” You say your foot kicking at the rocks as he nods wishing that could be true.

“You’ll come back soon. With many Mandalorians then we can return home.” He says trying to think on the bright side you nod feeling your throat tighten up and your eyes burn. You fling your arms around his shoulders as he accepts your embrace your head buried in his neck as he holds your head close to him the other around your lower back. “Oh mesh’la I’ll see you soon.” He whispers in your ear as you try to remember this feeling. You pull back his hand cupping your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. A bunch of sad beeps comes from below looking down as R4 bumps against Kaz sad to leave as well. You both chuckle sadness in your voice as he rubs the droid’s head.

“I’ll miss you too R4.” He says and the droid nuzzles itself against his leg. Your gazes meet as he leans forward his helmet meeting your forehead as your eyes close accepting the Mandalorian kiss. You knew the others could see this but you didn’t care it was your life. “I’ll miss you mesh’la.” He whispers and you feel the affection and adoration in his words. You nod wordlessly if you speak you were sure to break. 

“You watch my ship you hear me..?” You say and he chuckles, his laughter a melody as you reluctantly have to pull back. “I promise not to take it on a joyride.” He jests and you give a sad smile trying to take him all in before you have no choice but to turn R4 following beside you as you return to the adults. Din and Bo-Katan were silent having seen the whole display and while Din wanted to shelter you from the world he knew he couldn’t take away this one moment of happiness. The protective father in him was afraid to see his little girl grow up but he had no choice but to watch her mature, fall in love, and soon she would leave to live her life.

The Armorer looks over at the four of you nodding, “Good luck on your journey.” She says and you all nod and before you know it your boarding the gauntlet and leaving Nevarro off to find these other Mandalorians. You were heading to Plazir-15 where the supposed remaining Mandalorians that were once Bo-Katan’s were off to. Entering the atmosphere see the large plains of grass as you that was covered in large domes that reminded you of the destroyed planet of Mandalore.

“There they are,” Bo-Katan comments and you see out the window seeing the large fleet station outside the city in an open clearing, the light cruiser with multiple other ships. “That’s quite a fleet.” Din comments and Bo-Katan nods,

“It took me a long time to assemble it. Most of it was captured from the Empire.” 

“I knew they looked familiar. Could come in real handy taking back Mandalore.” Din says and the female Mandalorian is silent, “Axe Woves is their leader now. It’s going to take some convincing to get them to join us.”

“I wonder what they’re here for?” You ask why such a large fleet would be on this kind of planet, “This planet isn’t on the New Republic Registry, so I’d guess it’s an independent world that hired them for protection.” Bo-Katan gives her best guess.

“Can’t imagine Woves will be happy to see you.” Din brings up the possible bad blood.

“Yeah….I’ll land outside the fleet’s perimeter. It’s probably best if we go in on foot.” She says when a fanfare fills the ship, “Welcome to Plazir-15. The Outer Rim’s only remaining direct democracy,” A voice comms through on the comms, “You’ve been assigned a docking slip. You will be guided on the assigned path. Engaging automated guidance.” The ship suddenly jolts as Bo-Katan lifts her hands seeing the controls being to move by themselves.

“What happened?” You ask as she huffs, “They’ve taken control of the ship. I guess we’re going for a ride.” Soon you land on your assigned docking and walk down the ramp seeing two imperial droids and the air is suddenly tense.

“Welcome to Plazir-15. Please proceed to your hyperloop pod,” The protocol droid directs you to the hyperpod. You four walk past the droids R5 staying on the ship with R4 joining you.

“Why do they have Imperial droids on an independent world?” Din whispers to Bo-Katan who shrugs, “It’s the Outer Rim. Your guess is as good as mine.” Entering the pod Grogu sitting next to Bo-Katan and you next to Din R4 in the middle as the doors hiss close.

“Bring us to the bay closest to the Mandalorian fleet.” Bo-Katan asks the pod as a female voice on the P.A. comes through, “As per Article Nine of the Coruscant Accords, permission must be granted from High Senate for access to self-defense forces in the peacekeeping zone. Do you grant permission to scan your chain code?” Bo-Katan and Din hold out their vambraces producing a chain code and R4 reveals your chain code from his system. Three beeps fill the air as it scans your codes.

“Din Djarin, Bo-Katan Kryze, and Y/n Kenobi-Kryze. Your presence has been requested by the leadership of the planetary democracy…” It responds and Bo-Katan shakes her head, “I’m afraid we have more pressing matters. Perhaps at a later time.”

“Please do not attempt to leave the vehicle. This is not a request.” The automated system ignores her request and you're sent speeding toward the opulent and shining city.

“I’ve never been here before. Have you?” Bo-Katan asks and you both shake your head, “I haven’t even heard of it.”

“Do you think we’re gonna have to blast our way out of here?” You ask looking at the city passing by quickly as you draw closer, “We’ll find out.” The pod jolts to a stop and the five of you exit hearing the sound of light music, before a large banquet at the end of the table a couple dressed extravagantly with patrons all around. The room goes silent before the man stands waving you over,

“Join us! Come! It’s a party,” He lets a booming laugh as the guest join in as well, “Come! Everyone, special guests. Mandalorians and a Jedi.” You felt like entertainment as the guest ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ as you make your way to three already placed chairs beside the decorated man.

“I hope you like secretions. Take a little sip-sip. Come, please.” The three of you take a seat in between Bo-Katan and Din with Gorgu still in his hovering pram. The man with a large salt-and-pepper beard turns to the gorgeous woman next to him,

“Honey. Do you love me?” He asks in a sing-song voice as the woman laughs cupping his cheek, “Oh, my goodness. Yes, I do.” She repeats the same melodic tone as the both of them laugh.

The man turns to face you three holding his hand together as he introduces himself, “Let’s address the bantha in the room. I was once a facilities planning officer during the war. And thanks to the New Republic Amnesty Program, I was able to help rebuild Plazir-15.”

“You were Imperial?” Din asks and the woman rests her hand on Bombardier’s, “He was. Plazir suffered greatly under Imperial rule. My husband came here as part of his rehabilitation. He oversaw the rebuilding of this planet on which my family served as nobility since it was originally settled, and…we fell in love.” She says dreamily as her husband grins pressing a kiss to her knuckles,

“We fell in love. We did fall in love.” The two of them laugh and the Duchess’ eyes land on Grogu, “Could I perhaps hold the baby? Please?”

You both look at Gorgu as he coos Din speaking up, “He doesn’t take kindly to strangers.” The Duchess holds a small piece of fish making kissing noises and Grogu jumps out of his pram landing in her arms, “You are so fast. Yes.” Din sighs seeing the child being coddled

“You see, it was time for our planet to move into a new age. We held direct democratic elections for the first time in our history. We are both royals and elected leaders.

“And the Mandalorian privateer warships docked in your fields?” You ask and the Duchess looks over at you, “Oh, we hire them for protection. Our charter forbids us from having a military because of my husband’s Imperial past.” Bombardier nods,

“But because of this, all of our resources go to growth and the people.”

“I’d like to speak to these “privateers.” Bo-Katan asks and the Duchess nods, “That can be arranged. There is just one condition.”

“What?” Bo-Katan asks and the couple looks at each other before rising to stand avoiding the question, “You really must see the view. Right this way.” The Duchess gestures to the balcony as you all rise to stand and the festivities grow silent.

“We’ll just be a moment. Enjoy your meal, and don’t get up. Let’s show our guests the view.” Bombardier says charismatically to his citizens and they quickly return to the banquet as you’re led outside.

“We have a problem.” Bombardier says dropping the persona once away from the people, “Yes?” You say a bit confused.

“A droid problem.” The Duchess says and Din stiffens slightly before asking, “What kind of droid problem?”

“Malfunction.” Bombardier says and his wife cuts in, “A coordinated malfunction.” “We think.”

“What makes you think that?” Din says crossing his arms as the couple looks concerned.

“The planet’s Imperial droids were reprogrammed for peace.” The Duchess explains, “I personally oversaw the program. I can assure you they were completely rehabilitated for peaceful purposes. Exclusively.” Bombardier defends his work.

“We thought.” The Duchess says and Bombardier grabs his wife's hand, “They were, my love, I personally oversaw the program.”

“What kind of malfunction?” Din asks wanting to get to the bottom of it.

“I mean, nothing too serious at first. Unexpected power cycles. Deleted task stacks.” Captain Bombardier explains, “Then it got worse.”  The Duchess adds and her husband winces continuing,

“Traffic accidents. Heavy equipment failures leading to injury…Assault.”

“Assault?” You say surprised droids that were reprogrammed were causing this, “Respectfully, what does this have to do with us?” Bo-Katan asks.

“Our constables are ill-equipped to confront battle droids.” The nobles explain and it adds a whole new layer hearing the droids were imperial battle droids.

“Battle droids?” Din says coldly.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh. Former battle droids. They’ve been rehabilitated for civic duty.” Bombardier tries defending but his wife shakes her head, “We thought.”

“They were.” “Obviously not.” The two argue before Bo-Katan cuts them off, “The Mandalorian garrison outside your city walls can make quick work of your battle droids.” 

“That’s just it.” The Duchess says and you tilt your head, “What?”

“Our charter forbids any standing army from entering our city. Our constables aren’t even allowed to carry blasters.” The Duchess explains.

“But you allowed us to be armed.” Din points out and the nobles nod,

“Exactly. The people have voted that we are a pluralistic society,” Bombardier explains, “You are Mandalorians. Weaponry and armor are intrinsic to your culture, are they not?”

“They are.” Din says and Bombardier turns to you, “And you are a Jedi. Your kind was once soldiers during the Clone Wars but are meant to be keepers of the peace.” You nod hesitantly.

“That’s right.” You agree, you wouldn’t call yourself a soldier and definitely not a keeper of the peace as you’ve been described twice. But you didn’t know from history that Jedi were once meant to uphold peace across the galaxy before they became soldiers during the Clone Wars.

“You see where we’re going here?” Bombardier says gesturing with his hand trying to get you to understand, “You want us to eliminate your droid problem.” Bo-Katan comments.

“Exactly.” Bombardier snaps his fingers, “I knew you would help us.” The Duchess thanks you three before you even made a decision.

“Hold on there, Your Majesty. We didn’t agree to help you.” Bo-Katan holds her hand up and the Duchess steps forward, “Please, Princess Kryze. Your Grace.” She begs and Bo-Katan shakes her head.

“This is not intended to be a work of charity. Unlike my brethren outside your city walls, I am not a mercenary. Apologies if that is the impression I gave.”

“What I intended to convey is that I would hope that this “excursion” would be viewed as an act of diplomacy between our two planets,” Bombardier offers, “In fact, Plazir-15 would formally recognize Mandalore as a sovereign system and petition the New Republic to recognize it as such.”

“The mercenary captain, Axe Woves, indicated that he split from you because you had designs on ruling Mandalore once again.” The Duchess brings up the relationship between Bo-Katan and Woves. “Those plans have been abandoned,” Bo-Katan says harshly.

“The offer stands nonetheless.” The Duchess says as Kryze you two, “What do you think?”

“You had me at battle droids.” Din says and you nod, “Let’s get going.”

Before you could head off to begin your ‘excursion’ Bombardier stops you, “Wait Princess,” Three look back seeing him looking at you, “Do you mind showing your weapon? The Jedi are known for their craftsmanship for their lightsabers.” He asks and you are silent as he begs the Duchess looks excited to see the weapon and some of the guests are watching. You sigh feeling like a performer as you pull your saber from your belt and with a flick of your wrist the brilliant orange saber illuminates the room. The guest applauds in awe of the weapon as you wave it around with a deadpan expression wanting it over with.

“The hilt is beautiful this metal I’ve never seen before?” Bombardier examines the marbling of the hilt from his view as you retract the blade attaching the saber to your belt, “It’s beskar.” You say before you rejoin Bo-Katan and Din and you frown.

“I felt like a circus animal,” You sigh as R4 follows after you three Grogu staying with the Duchess and the Captian.

“These droids were all reprogrammed to serve the community from the stockpile of captured Imperial robotics scheduled to be scrapped at Karthon,” Inside the command center you met Commisoner Helgait as he stands in front of a large control table, the walls lined with screens showing security footage, “The droid’s reprogramming was a complete success, until one day, an isolated event…”

You watch on the screen a garbage droid pick up trash before violently flinging it around before leaving the mess, “Then others,” You see a B1 battle droid begin to throw around shopping goods as its owner looks horrified, “This is just a small collection of malfunctions that our security cameras caught.” You see the landspeeder controlled by a driver droid crash into a window as the crowd exclaims then in a restaurant the cook droid begins wielding knives quite viciously swinging them around as the patrons scream running away.

“Turn them off.” Bo-Katan suggests and Helgait looks over at her, “What?”

“Why not turn them all off? Who’s in charge of that?” She asks and Helgait points at himself, “I am. There’s a failsafe cutoff switch built into the system. However…” He shows the large red button before he pauses and you look at him,

“What?” You ask and he looks over at you, “The citizens voted against any interruption in droid services. They can’t live without it.” He laughs and Din crosses his arms,

“And why’s that?”

“The citizens are no longer required to work and can spend their days engaging in recreation, the arts, and participating in our direct democracy. If we shut down the droids,” He laughs at the idea, “Our citizens wouldn’t know how to survive. Our society would collapse.”

“Then what do you want from us?” Bo-Katan asks, “To seek out and decommission any remaining rogue droids, until we can fix the problem.” Helgait explains the female Mandalorian sighs holding out her hand, “Give us the list.”

“Well, for that, you’ll have to go to the lower level and speak to the Ugnaughts.” Helgait explains and you perk up hearing the familiar creature, “Ugnaughts?” Bo-Katan asks confused and Helgiat nods,

“Ugnaughts.”

Descending into the lower levels on a turbolift Din leaning against the glass wall, “See what happens when you rely on droids?” He says with malice and Bo-Katan looks over at him,

“Are you taking this personally?” She asks and he shrugs, “Just pointing it out.”

Bo-Katan sighs as the lift reaches the level of the Ugnaughts, “Let’s just finish this so we can be on our way.” Entering the workshop the Ugnaughts busy working on various droids that they seem to not even notice your presence

“I am Bo-Katan Kryze. Which one of you is in charge?” She calls out and they don’t even spare her a glance, “We were sent on behalf of The Dutchess and Captain Bombardier to help you with your droid problem. Hello?” She steps back looking at the two of you, “This is going nowhere.”

Din steps forward looking at all of them working, “I am Mandalorian Din Djarin, friend of Ugnaught Kuiil. You will answer our questions and help us with our task. I have spoken.” His wording draws the attention of all the Ugnaughts as they stop working and you find yourself at a table with some refreshments, “Thank you for your hospitality and for sharing your table with us. We were engaged to hunt down and eliminate the malfunctioning droids.” Din thanks them

“There are no such droids.” The head Ugnaught states with a shake of his head.

“You may not have heard the news down here, but your droids are wreaking havoc in the world above.” Bo-Katan comments and that seems to draw a reaction out of the Ugnaughts, “There is not much of which we are not aware. These halls are the central nervous system of the city. I assure you, the droids are not malfunctioning.”

“Citizens have been harmed by these malfunctioning machines.” She retorts and The Ugnaught places his drink harshly on the table, “This is not the case. I have spoken.”

“We’re not in any way suggesting that your work is to blame. The stories of Ugnaughts’ skill with smithing droids are legendary,” Din says doing damage control, “We know that Ugnaughts are considered the hardest-working species in the galaxy. We, like you, have been engaged with a task to perform. We will investigate the dangerous incidents. We would appreciate your help.” He pleads and the chief Ugnaught turns speaking to another one before they face you again now holding a disc

“Here are the locations of the droids you seek.” Din accepts the item gratefully with a nod as the three of you stand, “Thank you. We are in your debt. I have spoken.”

Leaving the lower levels the three of you plus R4 find yourself in a hyperloop pod and Bo-Katan looks over at Din, “What was that?”

“I’ve spent time with Ugnaughts. There’s a particular way to communicate with them. Accusing their work of malfunctioning is an insult.” Din explains and your heart aches slightly remembering Kuill and his sacrifice for your and Grogu’s lives, “Now, they’ve indicated that there’s a likelihood that the next event will be at the loading docks.” Din says looking over the disc holding the location of any malfunctioning droids.

“How sure are they?” Bo-Katan asks and Din shrugs, “Hard to tell. Ugnaughts always seem sure of themselves.” You and Bo-Katan chuckle slightly as you arrive at your location,

“Well, it’s the only lead we’ve got so we might as well have a look around.” She says as you exit the pod at the loading docks. The mechanical footsteps as you come down a ramp seeing repurposed B2 battle droids loading boxes of cargo. You can feel the anxiety coming from Din.

“I haven’t seen battle droids since the Clone Wars.” Bo-Katan says slightly in awe, “I have.” Din says coldly as you draw closer.

“Any of ’em look suspicious?” You ask trying to spot the possible rouge droid.

“They all look suspicious.” Din comments and suddenly a B1 battle droid foreman appears before you, “Halt. This is a restricted area. You are to vacate immediately.”

“We have a few questions,” Bo-Katan says and you see Din move over watching the fleet of B2 droids working.

“Show me your identification please.” The foreman holds his hand out.

“We’re here on behalf of The Dutchess to investigate the droid malfunctions.” You explain and the droid nods still not approving of your appearance, “Yes, I saw the reports. Rest assured, I’ve had the entire line of loaders undergo maintenance protocols as a safety measure. The uh, certification is on file.”

You all look over seeing Din wave his hand in front of one of the droids but it continuing working, “Uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The foreman calls out as Din looks at another one.

“Why’s that?” He says and the foreman looks slightly nervous by Din harassing the droids but they seem to make no reaction, “As a precaution. Their base function was warfare.”

“I thought they were just checked out,” Din comments then kick another droid as it stumbles while holding the cargo but it regains balance and continues working. “They were. Uh, what are you doing?

“Then this shouldn’t faze them.” Din says kicking another droid as the foreman calls out to him, “Uh, sir? Excuse me! Excuse me! Sir!” Din kicks another droid as it falls over on its side knocking the crate out of its hand. Suddenly the droid swings its arm out hitting Din sending him to the ground then runs away as Din pushes himself to stand.

“Re-certified, huh?” Din huffs as the foreman looks at him, “You should have left them alone.”

The three of you book it after him R4 on your heels as it knocks a bunch of pipes over and you slide under them before they hit the ground ahead of Din and Bo-Katan as you exit hitting a crowded street. You see the droid grab a crate and hurl it toward the three of you. The crowd yells and you whip out your saber the howl of the orange blade as it slices through the crate it avoiding hitting the three of you as you continue your pursuit.

The B2 droid jumps onto the front of a moving landspeeder as it screeches to a stop, it grabs a power unit chucking it at you. Din pulls you out of its path before it could flatten you. You three continue after it before R4 appears beside you telling you an alternate path, “Keep going!” You yell before turning down an alleyway and running inside a bar. Dodging a waiter as you rush through the restaurant patrons let out surprised noises seeing a person run through the establishment. You spot the droid appearing before a window and you push up on a table diving through the window and landing on it. Glass litters the ground as you swing your saber out it dodging the droid suited for war swings a metal fist catching you in the face. Your saber is sent flying out of your grasp as you crash to the ground. It advances on you and before you could whip the Darksaber out two shots fill the air before the droid drops to the ground dead.

You sigh seeing Bo-Katan holding her two blasters and soon Din is in front of you as constable droids arrive, “This is a crime scene. Thank you for standing back. This is a crime scene.” You hiss in pain as Din’s hand touches your lip feeling it split.

“You should see the other guy,” You joke to the dead battle droid as he pulls you to your feet shards of glass falling from your body, you had some minute scratches as your saber returns to your hand with the force. Din mumbles under his breath using his cloak to wipe at your bleeding lip, “You’re so reckless you know that?”

“Scold later, I found a spark pad.” Bo-Katan says and you two turn seeing her hold up the pad from the destroyed droid, “What’s it say?” You ask as she reads the inscription,

“The Resistor.” She says and you tilt your head, “Sounds like a droid bar.” Din says and Bo-Katan chuckles flashing the small metal piece.

“And there’s an address.” Leaving the crime scene to find this address while the constable droids deal with the wrecked B2. Walking through an alley following after R4 who leads you to the address.

“Let me do the talking in there.” Bo-Katan says to Din, “Why is that?”

“Because I wanna get the information fast and get to the fleet.” Bo-Katan explains and Din nods, “So do I. What’s your point?” You hear music playing outside the multiple bars and nightclubs that seem to cover this secluded street.

“You kicking droids is really not helpful.” You pipe in and he gives you a look, “I figured out which one was malfunctioning, didn’t I?”

“You did it your way, now let me do it mine, okay? This is the address.” Bo-Katan comments as you enter the building. Music plays as droids chatter amongst themselves with them various droid beverages. It’s dead quiet with your arrival as all the droids look over at you.

“I don’t think they get many of our kind here.” Din comments as you slowly make your way to the bar where there is a bartending droid, “Can I help you?” He asks and Bo-Katan takes charge of this investigation.

“That depends. Is this The Resistor?” She questions and the droid nods, “This is.”

Bo-Katan places the spark pad from the B2 on the bar and the bartender picks it up examining it, “That spark pad was found on a rogue battle droid.”

“We give out lots of spark pads. What are you getting at? The bartender says returning the spark pad and Bo-Katan leans forward pointing at the bartop, “There has been a string of malfunctions that all point to this oil can.”

“You can check my registry. We are in full compliance with Planetary Hierarchical-” “If you don’t start answering questions, I’ll yank your memory circuit and dissect it back at the lab.” Din grabs a tool that sparks electricity aiming it at the droid's face as it is silent you and Bo-Katan look at Din. You see from the corner of your eye a blue protocol droid trying to leave.

“Nobody leaves.” He orders and everyone in the bar is frozen, Bo-Katan grabs his shoulder pulling him, “A word?” Din lets himself be pulled before glaring at the bartender, “Stay where I can see you.” Joining the small huddle Bo-Katan whisper-shouts at him.

“What are you doing?” Din rolls his eyes and you see the movement in his helmet, “You’re wasting your time. You can’t reason with droids.”

“Din, their behavior is programmed. All they do is reason.” You stress but the bounty hunter wasn’t convinced, “They’re also programmed not to harm organics. How’s that going?” He retorts and Bo-Katan pinches the bridge of her nose,

“Look, you are not helping. Just because the malfunctioning droids happen to visit here doesn’t mean that this one is in on it.” She says, “I want to help.” The bartender offers.

“You want me to pull your hearing sensors too?” Din snaps back and you glare at the older man, “Din!”

“We are worried that if these horrible incidents continue, we will be…” The bartender explains before growing silent, “You’ll be what?” Din presses still suspicious.

“There are concerns among my customers that we will be replaced.” The owner explains. “By what?” You ask.

“Humans,” The droid says, “Most of us have been refurbished and reprogrammed. Some droids on Plazir date back to the Separatists. The New Republic would send them to scrap. But here on Plazir, they are given a second chance.”

“Well, these catastrophes don’t help your argument.” Diin retorts and the droid nods, “Exactly. That’s why we need your help. We don’t want to be replaced. We still have a lot to contribute. Human life is so short. They don’t ask that much of us. Organics created us. It’s the least we can do.” Suddenly the droids around you beep in unison agreeing with the bartender’s statement. R4 beeps too bumping against your leg and you pat the atsromech’s head. You’re led to the back office as the bartender droid sits at a desk.

“Do you have a record of what each of the suspects ordered?” Bo-Katan asks and the droid shakes its head “That is not how it works here. There is no selection of beverages as with organics. Here, droids are served Nepenthé.”

“What’s Nepenthé?” You ask the bartender as they pull out a box full of spark pads while flipping through them. “It is a viscous lubricant that protects against mechanical wear while delivering program-refreshing sub-particles.”

“So Nepenthé reprograms the droids that drink here?” You ask thinking you understand, “It patches the programming as the commands of the mainframe change.” Finding the multiple malfunctioned spark pads and scanning them.

“It seems the malfunctioning droids all imbibed from the same batch of Nepenthé.” It observes and the three of you look at each other.

Inside a morgue that was for the malfunctioning droid, the female lab tech opens a drawer revealing the destroyed B2, “These are the remains of the latest malfunctioning droid.” The lab tech withdraws the oil from its system before moving to a larger machine.

“We’re looking for programming sub-particles.” Bo-Katan asks and the woman nods placing the vial into the machine, “Yes. Let me isolate them.” The machine starts spinning as the data beings loading,

“All right, let’s see if they give us a reading. The particles are definitely present.”

“What are the chances that they’re still active?” You ask and suddenly you’re shoved behind a wall by Din as Bo-Katan pulls the lab tech to the ground, “Get down!” The white spherical lab droid spins violently attacking you all with its laser blasters.

“Watch out!” You say to Din unleashing your saber and throwing it at the droid it splits in half the blade returning to your hand as you all try catching your breaths from the sudden attack “They’re still active.” You breathe out as you look at the sparking lab droid. Following the incident, the lab tech brings a small sample of the oil under a microscope,

“These are the sub-particles.” She says before pausing, “Curious…”

“What?” You ask as you see on a screen what the tech was viewing, “They’re actually nano-droids.”

“How did nano-droids get into the Nepenthé?” Bo-Katan asks before you spot some markings on the droids, “What’s that?” You point at the screen, “The striations? Just an aberration in the metal. Probably malleability limitations at this scale.”

“No. It’s writing…” Bo-Katan says and you all notice the few lettering, “Rotate the perspective.” She asks and the lab tech rotates it once analyzed you see the writing, “It’s a chain code.”

“If it has a chain code, then we should be able to determine its point of origin.” You say and the lab tech nods checking out the chain code, “In theory. Let me see what I can find out…Yes, here we are. They were originally manufactured by the Techno Union. Been in cold storage for ages. The chain title says it didn’t arrive on Plazir through Droid Acquisitions. How strange…”

“How did it arrive?” Din asks as the lab tech dives deeper into the chain code, “They were requisitioned by the Security Office.”

“Is that unusual?” You ask and the woman looks back at the three of you, “It’s illegal. There’s no record of this transaction on the government registry. These droids were ordered by an individual.”

“Is there a name?” Bo-Katan asks and the chain code reveals who purchased it.

“Our head of security. Commissioner Helgait.”

You returned to the security office to capture your perpetrator exiting the turbolift seeing Halgait working away on the large console, “Check the cycles of security cameras for any potential irregularities.”

“Commissioner, we have some questions for you.” Bo-Katan calls out as the three of you move towards the man who waves you off, “Sorry, I have to check the data farm for anomalies.”

“We know about the Nepenthé. And the nano-droids. They didn’t malfunction.” Din says, “You programmed them to disrupt and attack. You’re coming with us.” Bo-Katan tells him walking towards him when his hand hovers over the large failsafe button,

“Everyone, freeze! If I trigger this failsafe, it will convert the planet’s docile workforce back into battle droids and unleash them upon the unsuspecting citizens of Plazir! Don’t make me do it.” He yells as Din and Bo-Katan aim their blasters at the man, “There’s no way out, Commissioner. Give yourself up.”

“Give up? I never give up. I didn’t give up to the corrupt Republic, I didn’t give up to the Empire, and I won’t give up to you.” Helgait spits and Bo-Katan frowns, “You’re a Separatist?”

“Separatist is a pejorative term,” Helgait shrugs, “I support democracy. Count Dooku was a visionary. He was cut short in his prime by the Jedi enforcer-” A sharp jab across the back of his skull and Helgait collapses to the ground. Standing behind him is yourself lowering the hilt of your saber. Everyone in the room looks shocked not even seeing you move, even Din and Bo-Katan knowing you were right beside them. Looking at where you stood only see R4.

“Politics.” You say shrugging as Helgait groans in pain. Returning to the festivities with Helgait in tow the Duchess and Captain Bombardier look at the Commissioner confused,

“What are you doing with Commissioner Helgait?” The Duchess questions as Din pushes the man forward, “We found the cause of your malfunctions.”

“Is this true?” The Duchess demands shocked and Helgait nods solemnly, “I’m afraid it is m’lady.”

“Despicable.” Bombardier scoffs and Helgait glares at him, “If that isn’t the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.” “I beg your pardon.”

“This planet is unrecognizable since he arrived.” Helgait blames the Captain as he breathes deeply, “I had a feeling you hated me.” 

“I’m disappointed in you, Commissioner. You served my family well,” The Duchess says before returning to her husband’s side, “But Captain Bombardier is the love of my life. And I know his heart is true. Sure, he’s made some mistakes in the past, but who here among us has not? Is there no room for a little bit of forgiveness in a galaxy so vast?” Helgait looks distraught bowing his head in forgiveness,

“I am sorry to have disappointed you, My Lady. Perhaps someday I can earn such forgiveness from Your Grace.” He begs and the Duchess frowns, “Perhaps. As for now, you must live in exile on the moon of Paraqaat.” A squad of constable droids escorts Helgait away.

The Duchess turns back to the three of you “And as for you, Lady Bo-Katan Kryze, Lady Y/n Kenobi-Kryze, and Din Djarin of Concordia, I grant you an audience with our deployment of Mandalorian privateers,” She turns and grabs an item stepping towards Bo-Katan, “I also give to you both our highest honor, the key to Plazir. You will always be welcome in our domed paradise.” Bo-Katan accepts the gift graciously the three of you bowing to them.

She places Grogu on the ground and then to you, “Come young jedi,” You are a bit surprised before coming forward, “And to this little ones, I grant knighthood.” Your eyes widen slightly as you slowly bend to a knee.

The Duchess is given an elaborate blade, “You are now a knight of the Ancient Order of Independent Regencies.” She says to Grogu before moving to you placing the blade against each of your shoulders, “Though your trials of a jedi are not complete young jedi you will always be a knight in the eyes of Plazir.” You bow your head slightly as Din comes over picking up Grogu, “Go in peace, brave travelers. Until our paths meet again.” You four bid goodbyes and soon you find yourself back in the hyperloop pod.

“Now approaching landing field three.” The automated voice says as your sent zooming toward the fleet. Bo-Katan is silent looking out the window, “They’re Mandalorians. You’re their leader. They’re going to follow you.” Din speaks up and Bo-Katan shakes her head,

“I’m not their leader anymore. Axe Woves is.” You look over at the woman, “Then what’s your play?” You ask and she grows silent once again, “I’ll know when I get there.” Reaching their landing field is a bit of a walk before you come to the fleet, it was impressive the light cruiser and the imperial ships as well. You thought you’d seen a lot of Mandalorians from the covert this was twice as many. The Mandalorians under Woves command grow silent seeing the four of you arrive. You spot Woves sitting on a crate when he spots Bo-Katan as he rises to stand.

“Have you come back to join the mercenaries?” He calls out and Bo-Katan steps forward, “I’ve come to reclaim my fleet.”

“It’s no longer your fleet, is it? I’m now in command and grown quite fond of it.” Woves counters and Bo-Katan nods, “Then I challenge you, one warrior to another. Do you accept my challenge?” It’s silent as you wait for his response,

“I do.”

Woves fire a wrist rocket but Bo-Katan activates her jetpack sending her into the air and charging at Woves, knocking him to the ground with a kick. The two flips over both vibroblades are brought out as they swipe and slash at one another. Bo-Katan seems to get the advantage on Woves throwing him to the ground and disarming his blade. Woves rise charging at the woman with his jetpack the two are sent into the air ramming into a starship. Fists are thrown when Woves catches a fierce punch against her sending her to the floor. Bo-Katan charges him with her jetpack increasing her speed and pulling him into a headlock, “Do you yield?” With a yell, he rockets them on top of a starship. It’s brutal and vicious as they fight when Bo-Katan drags them down to the ground with a whipcord launcher. Woves sends a wave of flames but she blocks the blast with her personal combat shield. Bo-Katan gets the final advantage pinning him to the ground and holding him a knife point

“You’ll never be the true leader of our people. You won’t even take the Darksaber from her. She’s the one you should be challenging.” Woves says his words filled with venom as Bo-Katan presses the blade closer to his neck shaking him, “Enough Mandalorian blood has been spilled by our own hands.” She hisses before releasing him sparing him but is the victor.

“Mandalorians are stronger together.” Bo-Katan speaks to Woves’ followers as Woves rises to stand, “But a child possesses the blade. Followed by a misguided zealot. One, I might add, who has not one drop of Mandalorian blood in his veins.” His words are filled with venom and your blood boils your hand moves to your saber but Din rests a hand on your shoulder calming you down.

“Din Djarin took the Creed and chose to walk the Way, just as our ancestors did,” Bo-Katan defends him, “He is every bit the Mandalorian that they were. Certainly as much as any of us. For Y/n she will be a rightful ruler for Mandalore better than any of us.” You hear the slight pain in her voice and you felt uncomfortable having their eyes on you seeing their young ruler. You were probably the youngest wielder of the Darksaber many adults with much more experience in life than you have. If Bo-Katan meant to control the fleet you would be ruling over this and more. Your hand rest on the Darksaber feeling the weight on your hip, the responsibility too much for someone like you.

“But according to our ways, the ruler of Mandalore must possess the Darksaber.” Woves retorts and Bo-Katan grows silent her weak hand shown. Without the Darksaber she would not fully have their support. The old memories returning now reveal the truth of the true owner of the blade.

“Then she shall have it,” You call out moving towards the woman holding out the hilt, “This belongs to you.”

“It’s not a gift to be given, no matter how well intended.” Bo-Katan shakes her head, she was already gifted the saber once and that led to the fall of their homeworld. “It’s not a gift,” You say before turning to the other Mandalorians

“While exploring Mandalore, I was captured. And this blade was taken from me. Bo-Katan rescued me and slayed my captor. She defeated the enemy that defeated me. Would this blade then not belong to her?” You explain looking at them who remain silent before raising your voice, “Would it not belong to her?”

Woves is silent before nodding having no choice but to agree, “It would.” You move to stand before Bo-Katan holding out the hilt of the weapon, “I return this blade to its rightful owner.” She looks down at you as you hold out the weapon.

“You could still rule Mandalore…” She whispers but you shake your head, “That’s not the life I was meant to live.” You respond and she takes the weapon as you rejoin Din’s side. You watch her look at the weapon before activating it in the presence of the Mandalorians. You had your ruler of Mandalore, you were all going home.

[alice-angel12x]

Dragons in Twisted Wonderland

Pt.1 Here

When Y/n opened their eyes they found themselves in darkness. Slowly reaching her hands felt something, it was soft. Yet when they tried to push it was study, but it jiggled, meaning this was a door of sorts.

Y/n at first tried to firmly push on the door but after a while, they began to kick. With a bunch of powerful kicks, the door finally slammed open. Causing them to fall out of the floating Coffin, with their bow and arrows behind them. When they slowly stood, they saw they were in a room with hooded figures. All staring and whispering to each other.

"Honestly, what is the hurry. Coming out of the gate on your own is unheard of," said a man in a crow mask.

"W-who Are You!" Y/n gasped as they grabbed their bow.

"Please calm yourself. Believe me, I'm not a suspicious character," The masked man said.

"Sorry, but I find that hard to believe," Y/n said with a glare. "Where the Heck am I. What in Odin's beard is happening?!"

"You were chosen," The man said simply. "It seems you're not entirely lucid yet."

The man would go on to explain that Y/n was chosen to attend Night Raven Colledge, a magic school. How the mirror of darkness told the black carriage to bring them here, for their magical prowess.

"That makes no sense. I don't have magic," Y/n said as they slowly reached for their arrows. "Send me back, Send Me Back Home!"

"Wh-Wait just a moment! Someone refusing to enroll is unheard of!" The masked man gasped.

Suddenly there was a crash of glass as a black cat with a pitchfork tail, and flaming blue ears appeared. He began to speak and claim he was the best wizard, Grimm. When everyone laughed at his words, Grimm decided to show off his magic, blue fire. And proceeded to spread fire in the mirror chamber.

One of the hooded figures stood up and headed towards the fire. Grimm noticed and blasted a wave of fire at the boy, but Y/n quickly pushed him out of the way. As the fire got closer another sound of broken glass was heard, as a large figure shielded them from the fire.

Y/n looked up with a smile as Sky Crest blocked the flames with her great wings. Sky Crest moved her wings and rose to a proud poster and roared loudly. Everyone stood in awe, shock, and fear as the roar vibrated through the air, and shook their organs.

Grimm was absolutely petrified at the large dragon standing in front of him. And he quickly ran out of the chamber in fear. Y/n was beyond happy to see their dragon friend again as the two friends hugged tightly.

"This is unspeakable! You have turned this ceremony into a circus!" Riddle shouted in anger.

"Sorry, but I don't think it's my fault. And I'm not the idiot who was about to walk into the fire," Y/n commented.

"How Dare You! I Shall Have Your Head!" Riddle shouted.

Sky Crest Roared at Riddle as she raised her back and slowly approached. The power of the dragon's roar knocked Riddle onto his bum. Sky crest opened her jaw as she readied her fire blast, all the while stepping closer to the trembling Riddle. Everyone watched in horror as the dragon was about to deliver a devastating blow. When Y/n quickly got between the Sky and Riddle and began to give their dragon friend a good chin scratch. Everyone backed away from the large dragon as the dragon calmed down and leaned into Y/n's scratches.

"You really scared her. Don't say things like that to people," Y/n scolded the red-haired boy.

"I-I scared her?! She was going to kill me-" "And you threatened to decapitate me!" Y/n cut him off.

"I wasn't going to- Not Literally!" Riddle shouted, his face turning red.

"Then maybe you should think before shouting random phrases," Y/n glared back.

"That's just the name of My Spell," Riddle growled.

"Well that's a very stupid name for a spell," Y/n snapped back, causing Riddle to growl back at them.

"How dare you insult a dorm leader. I'll Have you know That I am the Law, and I do not tolerate rule breakers!" Riddle growled

"Oh, you're the rules, huh. Sounds like you're compensating for something. Maybe the fact you need heels just to be my height," Y/n smirked, seeing as this really annoyed Riddle.

Before Riddle could even shout something, Sky crest lightly smacked him off his feet with her tail.

The mirror soon spoke up and said that Y/n had no magic. Everyone was shocked, how could a magicless human tame such a dangerous being like a dragon? Crowley eventually escorted Y/n and the dragon out.

And sadly with no way to send them home and the dragon home, Crowley simply swept them to Ramshackle. And Crowley could only wonder what happened to the gate they came out of, for when he went back to inspect it. It mysteriously disappeared.

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(Meanwhile back at Ramshackle, the next day)

As Y/n gathered as many cushions and blankets to keep Sky Crest warm. Since there are no boulders around, and this whole house is made of wood. And as much as Y/n is thankful for Crowley not just tossing them to the streets.

Crowley was fast to make them a janitor to earn their keep. Not a problem Y/n would think to themselves, the cleaned-after dragons, and around the blacksmith shop plenty of times.

"Yes, and feel free to use all these cleaning supplies to help," Crowley said as he offered a bunch of cleaning chemicals.

But Y/n stared at the strange concoctions in strange clear bottles. Crowley quickly remembered that Y/n literally came from 1010 AD, none of these things existed yet. So he tried to dumb it down a bit.

"See these colorful liquids? Don't put this in your mouth. Or any colorful and strange-smelling liquids. These bottles with bubble pictures on them. This is to clean with, don't drink it," He said as if he was talking to a 5-year-old.

"And keep your dragon in Ramshackle," Crowley said.

"What!? Why?" Y/n asked as Sky crest growled.

"This is a place of learning, and having a dragon would be a distraction. And we have... Some rowdy...Students and I don't want them to end up as dragon food," Crowley said slowly.

"So are you giving me persimmon to beat up said rowdy students in self-defense?" Y/n asked.

"No," Crowley said simply. "Just ignore them."

Sky Crest glared as the crow man left the door. Y/n sighed as they gathered all the weird cleaning liquids and headed out the door. However Sky crest wasn't going to sit this out, so using her invisibility trick she sneakily followed Y/n to the main entrance.

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Sky Crest stealthily snuck around the school as she silently followed Y/n to the school entrance. As She hides behind the status of the stone people she watched as Two students approached Y/N. Curiosity took over as she stealthily sneaked up behind the boys. Them being none the wiser as Sky Crest looked over their shoulder like she was supposed to be there.

Y/n's eyes widened at the sight but stayed quiet as the two boys fail to notice a large dragon behind them. As Ace began to tease Y/n about the entrance Ceremony, a familiar grey cat appeared. Demanding Y/n leave so he could enroll, but Ace simply turned his teasings to the cat.

"I'll prove I deserve to be in this school, I can take this human no problem," Grim said as he pounced toward Y/n.

Y/n swiftly pulled their bow and gave a good whack on the head.

"Oww!" Grimm groaned. "Why did you do that?!"

"Cause this was a fight and I'm gonna just give you a victory," Y/n said simply.

"And only the chosen can go to this school. And you just didn't make the cut," Ace laughed.

"Hey, you should say stuff like that to people," Deuce said. "Man you've been nothing but a jerk the moment we got here."

"Yeah yeah. I don't need your lectures, I have classes to get to," Ace said as he turned to leave.

When he bumped into something sturdy and scally. When he finally looked up, he saw a very annoyed light fury glaring down at him.

[spiddermen]

[141.2] (bipbipbip - bebweep) Octacon: Who was that man, Snake...? Snake: The initials on his outfit said D.K... Otacon: D.K. - Donkey Kong is here!? Snake: (...) Otacon: He's the leader of the bunch - you know him well, Snake. Snake: So he's finally back... to kick some tail. Otacon: It seems like he's bigger, faster, and stronger too. But he's only the first member of the DK Crew - don't let your guard down, Snake. (buweep!)

[sbnkalny]

And the leader of the bunch, you know him well He's finally back to kick some tail his coconut gun can fire in a forest; and with each other all the time ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ and every time i break the silence

raymeme

[void-ink-studios]

New batch of Incarnations AU designs! This time, we have the bunch I call the Redeemed Star Allies! All of the Star Allies that were once villains! Are they on Kirby's side? Their own side? Who knows! But at least they're not invoking the wrath of eldritch abominations anymore! Lore under the cut as always!

If you like it, reblog please!

Magolor: An intrepid little alien explorer, and a far off descendent from the Ancients. Originally after the Master Crown as a journey of discovery and cultural heritage, the allure of the crown and the Dark Matter within corrupted his heart. After getting kicked around by both the Star Family and the alternate dimension purgatory, he now peacefully dwells on Popstar as a researcher and inventor, looking into the past of the Ancients and making trinkets for the citizens of Popstar. And maybe make some money on the side.

Marx: An oddball, even among Popstar, Marx was everyone's punchline, always laughed at rather than with. Until he discovered the rumors of the Clockwork Wishing Star, and plotted against the people of Popstar. After turning the Sun and Moon on each other, and stealing Kirby's wish, Nova grants him the power of an Incarnation, becoming the unofficial Incarnation of Madness. Filled with overwhelming madness and nearly losing himself, Kirby hurls him into Nova, detonating the construct. He at least kept some of the powers as well as arms. He's still quite the trickster, but at least his antics are mostly harmless.

Daroach: The world renown gentleman thief, and kingpin of the Squeak Squad, Daroach strikes fast and glamourous. After hearing rumors of a great secret treasure in Castle Dedede, he decides to set his squad out on their biggest score ever. After a straining back and forth between the squad, Dedede and Meta Knight, and Kirby, Daroach finally opens the chest out of frustration, accidentally unleashing the ruthless Dark Nebula. After experiencing the madness of Dark Matter and the horror of possession, Daroach was thoroughly humbled by Kirby. He now lays mostly low with his gang of thieves but occasionally emerges to help either Kirby or the Meta-Knights. There seems to be some history between him and Captain Vul, however.

Dark Meta Knight (Umbra Knight): Both a villain and a victim, Dark Meta Knight is what could've been, if Meta Knight fell further into Nightmare's influence. The Mirror's Incarnation of Ambition, and a slave of the nightmarish Dark Mind, Dark Meta Knight was torn down and built back up as a weapon for invasion behind the Mirror. After being kicked around by both Kirby and Shadow Kirby (now known as Shade) twice, Dark Meta Knight confronted his counterpart from Popstar, breaking down his violent, lonely life. Meta Knight sees him as a brother he couldn't protect and tries his best to get him settled in a more peaceful life, both in Popstar and the Mirror world. Dark Meta Knight, for his rebirth, chose the new name for himself, Umbra Knight.

Susie: A girl once trapped in an alternate dimension, now head of the largest robotics company this side of the galaxy, Susie is equal parts intelligent and charismatic. She doesn't stick around on Popstar very long, or visit very often. But when she's planet side, she often collaborates with Magalor in technology (and bonds over the shared trauma of being stranded in another dimension). She carries herself with a degree of maturity not often seen on Popstar, hence why she gets along mostly with Meta Knight and his crew.

Taranza: Once a prince, now a king, Taranza is the current sitting leader of the Sky People, after the defeat of the tyrant Queen Sectonia. He's often seen at Castle Dedede, trying his best to broker some peace between these two kingdoms. He also shares with Meta and Kirby any and all information he's gathered about the Mirror, in an effort to bridge the gap and heal the alternate world. He has many regrets, especially with Queen Sectonia, and he tries his best to be a good leader and diplomat, to undo at least some of the damage he's done. He's inquisitive and curious, friendly now that he's on the Star Allies' side.

[the-delta-42]

The Walking Dead Game What Ifs: What if Kenny was leading Delta?

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What if Kenny was leading Delta?

Clementine went to kill Abel, only to feel a gun pressed against the back of her head.

“Is this really how you want to die, fucker?” Clementine froze, before slowly turning her head.

“…Kenny?”

Kenny froze, before looking at the girl who’d kicked Abel’s ass, “Clementine?”

“You know this bitch?” Spat Abel, as Kenny looked at the little boy.

“…Is, is that…?” Kenny lowered the gun.

“AJ.” Clementine looked at him, “This is Kenny.”

“The funny guy?” AJ looked up at Kenny, “That’s that on his face?”

“It’s called a beard, AJ.” Clementine let out a laugh, before she looked at Kenny, “H-how’d you survive? I saw Walkers…”

“Well, you’re not gonna believe it,” Kenny started chuckling, “but I got my ass saved, by Lilly.”

“Lilly?” Clementine frowned, “I thought she’d’ve killed you.”

“She was tempted.” Shrugged Kenny, “But, she didn’t.”

Clementine was silent, before glancing at Abel.

Kenny cleared his throat, “Look, Clem, we’re supposed to meet with the leader of a community, maybe you might make him a bit more comfortable with us.”

“Marlon?” Asked Clementine, looking at Kenny.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Asked Kenny, making Clementine sigh.

“He’s dead.” Answered Clementine, “AJ…shot him.”

“What?” Kenny’s gaze snapped to AJ, “Why?”

“He was a bad guy.” Answered AJ, making Clementine sigh.

“I know,” Sighed Clementine, “I did a terrible job, I screwed up, I-”

“What do you mean he was a ‘bad guy’?” Asked Kenny, frowning at AJ.

“He was going to hurt Clem.” Answered AJ, “He was pointing a gun at her.”

“That fucker.” Swore Kenny, “If he wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him.”

“What do we do now?” Asked Abel, looking at Kenny.

Kenny looked at Clementine, then at AJ, “Why do you come with us? Be like old times.”

Clementine let out a huff, “Are the others there? I think I could use having Lee around.”

Kenny sighed, “I think we all could.”

Clementine looked at AJ, before making her decision, “Yeah, we’ll come with you.”

Kenny smiled, “C’mon, Clem. You’re gonna love it.”

F

Clementine looked around the boat, letting out a whistle, “So, I guess you finally got your boat.”

“Only after six years.” Responded Kenny, “Got a few people your age, you might rub off on one of ‘em.”

“I heard someone mention a war of some kind.” Said Clementine, “Who’s it against?”

“A bunch of psychos who’ve been raiding and destroying other communities.” Answered Kenny, “They call themselves the New Frontier.”

Clementine froze, “They’ve started again?”

“Again?” Frowned Kenny, “You know those guys?”

“Yeah, they raided on the orders of one of their leaders,” Said Clementine, getting a frown from Lilly, “they… ‘reorganised’. I, I can’t believe Javi of all people would start raiding again.”

“People change, Clem.” Sighed Kenny, “The way the world is…”

Clementine frowned, “Have you tried getting in contact with them?”

“They won’t answer.” Answered Lilly, “We’ve tried all other approaches.”

“Let me try,” Clementine looked at Lilly, “Please.”

F

Clementine frowned, waiting for Kenny to say if they were in range.

“Okay, try now!” Called Kenny, prompting Clementine to press the broadcast button.

“Javi?” Clementine felt anxiety crawl in her veins, “Javi, it’s Clementine.”

“Clem?” Javi’s voice came out of the radio, “Thank god, you’re okay.”

“Javi, I heard the New Frontier’s raiding again.” Clementine cut straight to the chase, “Please tell me it’s not true.”

“It’s not.” Promised Javi, “We’ve…we’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“What problem?”

“Some of Joan’s old loyalists.” Answered Javi, “We’ve been trying to round them up, but they’re like cockroaches. We’re fighting a war on two fronts.”

Clementine glanced at Lilly, “I think…I know someone who could help.”

F

Clementine wanted to laugh, she didn’t think she’d be so happy to see Javi and his family again. Clementine let out a laugh when Gabe hugged her.

“I’m so happy to see you!” Gabe grinned down at her, “How’re you?”

“So,” Clementine glanced at Minerva, one of the girls Kenny told her about, “Who’s the boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Clementine felt her face heat up.

“Sure, I believe you,” Smirked Minerva, “Thousands wouldn’t.”

“Fuck off.”

“You’re still in his arms.” Said Minerva in a sing-song tone.

Clementine and Gabe immediately jumped apart, “R-right, so, theses raiders...”

F

Clementine ducked as the wall she was hiding behind splintered; they’d planned this attack with Javi’s group for nearly three months. So far, they were winning.

“Clem.” Kenny passed an object to her, “Wanna show off your throwin’ arm?”

Clementine gave Kenny a smirk, before pulling the pin out of the grenade and throwing it.

Meanwhile, back on the boat, AJ watched the fighting going on in the distance, wondering if Clementine was hurt.

“What’s on your mind?” AJ glanced at Lilly.

“What if Clementine gets hurt?” Asked AJ.

“Then we hope for the best and do our best to move on.” Said Lilly, “I almost lost myself by burying myself in my grief after my father died.”

“Was he bitten?”

“No, he had a heart attack,” Answered Lilly, “we were three months into the outbreak, back then, Clementine was a little girl, about eight.”

AJ listened to Lilly’s story, trying to wrap his head Clementine being a little girl.

F

Lilly walked through Richmond’s streets with AJ, looking for Clementine and Kenny. She paused when she saw Clementine’s hat. Picking it up, Lilly caught sight of Kenny. His right arm was bandaged up and he was slumped against a wall.

“Kenny?” The man jerked, before looking up, “Where’s Clementine?”

“Through there.” Answered Kenny, pointing at a park, “The damn fuckers were using Walkers as traps. One managed to get through Clem’s boot.”

“She’s bit?” Asked Lilly, dread filling her.

“They’re cutting her leg off.” Sighed Kenny, “The last few folks I knew who’d cut the bit off ended up dying anyway.”

“Clem’s strong.” Said Lilly, looking down at Kenny.

“Is she?” Kenny gave a humourless laugh, “Or is she so broken, she just looks strong?”

Lilly was quiet for a moment.

“Her getting bit wasn’t your fault, Kenny.” Said Lilly, “She’s practically an adult now, she’s more than capable to look after herself and AJ. She’s proven that multiple times.”

“I know.” Kenny’s tone was defeated, “I just, fuck, I keep seeing the little girl asking me was chalk or watching me work on the RV while Lee was on lookout duty. I look at her and I see a child I failed.”

“You didn’t fail her.” Said a new voice, Lilly recognised her as Eleanor, “She’s awake and asking for you.”

Kenny, Lilly and AJ followed the woman over to a bed, where a pale Clementine was staring at the sky.

“Clem?” Eleanor gently touched Clementine’s shoulder, “They’re here.”

Clementine looked at Lilly, Kenny and AJ, “Hey.” Her voice sounded weak.

“You look like hell.” Said Lilly, as Clementine pulled herself into a sitting position.

“I feel like hell.” Retorted Clementine, looking around, “I, er, I have to tell you something.”

“If it’s about the leg—” Kenny was cut off.

“I’m pregnant.”

Kenny fell silent.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that…” Said Lilly, before frowning, “I take it that Gabe guy is the father.”

Clementine nodded, “He’s…still unaccounted for.”

“Maybe he’s rounding up survivors.” Suggested Kenny, getting a frown from Lilly.

“They’ve already brought the last group of them in.” Responded Clementine, looking down at her lap, “He’s dead. I don’t know how I know, I just…” Clementine swallowed, “I just know.”

Kenny sat down next to her, hugging her as she broke down.

F

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to come back with me?” Asked Minerva, as Sophie and a couple others gathered their bags, “I mean, you could bury that hatchet with the others.”

“No,” Sighed Clementine, “I’ve got AJ to keep an eye on, we might visit at some point, you know, help smooth things out with the coalition when it takes off.”

Minerva glanced down, “What are you gonna call her?”

Clementine let out a laugh, “Let’s wait for them to screaming their lungs out before naming them, alright? I don’t want to decide on Sam only for them to look like a Dan.”

“You guys got your radios?” Came Kenny’s voice, getting Minerva to wave it at him, “Good, we’ll be in the area for about a week, before heading back to Richmond to resupply.”

They said their goodbyes and waved them off. Clementine felt a smile forming on her lips, before some movement got her attention. Frowning, Clementine focused on it.

“Funny lookin’ Walker, Clem?” Asked Lilly, as Clementine’s frown deepened.

“What Walker stops to take a shit?”

Lilly frowned, before focusing on the ‘Walker’, “What the hell?”

F

“Oh, I never thought I’d be happy to see this dump again.” Groaned Sophie, as they reached the gate, “Hey, Justin, I think I can see your girlfriend.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

An arrow hit the ground in front of them, “Hold it!”

“Hey, Willy,” Grinned Erin, “we’re home!”

Willy stared at them, before yelling, “Guys! They’re back!”

In the blink of an eye, Mitch was at the gate, his face like thunder, with Louis and Violet close behind him. Mitch stared at Minerva’s small group.

“Well?” Asked Sophie, planting her hands on her hips, “Aren’t you going to let us in?”

The gate swung open, and Violet rushed at Minerva.

“Oh,” Sophie looked at Louis, “where’s Marlon?”

“Oh…” Louis scratched the back of his head, “he’s dead. I’m sorry, Soph.”

“He was murdered by some kid.” Spat Mitch, getting a scowl from Sophie.

“AJ is not just ‘some kid’,” Said Sophie, “he’s very smart, if you don’t antagonise him.”

“Wait, you’ve met him?” Asked Louis, disbelief filling him.

“Yeah, the Delta picked him and Clementine up nearly a year ago.” Said Sophie, as Minerva detangled herself from Violet, “She’s actually the reason we’re coming back here.”

“Yeah, she can fight.” Laughed Justin, “I mean, she thew that grenade like a pro.”

“T-they’re alive?” Asked Violet, looking between them, “Are they with you?”

“Oh, no,” Answered Erin, “Clem and AJ stayed on the boat, she’s got a baby coming.”

“What?” Asked Louis, freezing.

“Yeah, after she sorted things out with the New Frontier, she met up with some friends she had,” Shrugged Sophie, “She and Gabe, one of her friends, hit it off, dated, Clem got pregnant, the remains of the Rogue Frontier were defeated, Clem got bit, and Gabe died.”

“They might visit at some point.” Said Minerva, “I’m going to sit down.”

F

“This place…” Kenny looked around Ericson’s, “is a fucking fortress.”

“Kenny.” Said Clementine, reproachfully, covering her daughter’s ears.

“Sorry.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen them.” Said Lilly, as they trailed behind Javi and a couple of the other Coalition leaders.

“Oh, please.” Scoffed Clementine, “As if they’d be any different.”

“Let’s hope you’re right.” Said Lilly, as they walked through the gate.

“AJ, don’t wander off.” Warned Clementine as they walked through the yard.

The Ericson’s group had been laughing at something before they noticed their guests, Minerva grinning and jumping to her feet, “You’re here!”

“Yeah,” Chuckled Kenny, “word of warning, we got little ears about.”

Sophie perked up, “Wait, you mean Clem’s with you?”

Kenny nodded.

“So that means…” Sophie jumped up and rushed past the other leaders, making a beeline for Clementine, “Oh, she is so cute!”

Minerva quickly joined her, dragging Violet with her, Clementine tried not to laugh at how three of the toughest people she knew were cooing at a baby.

“I told you she was a girl.”

“Shut up, Min.” Scoffed Clementine, as her daughter gurgled.

“What’s she called?” Asked Violet, frowning at the baby’s spit bubbles.

“Hope.” Answered Clementine, “I know it seems a bit sappy, but it’s what I felt when I first held her.”

“Clementine didn’t tell me where she came from.” Said AJ, suddenly appearing next to Clementine, “Or how she stopped being fat.”

Clementine sighed, as Sophie cracked up.

F

“You know,” Kenny looked around the grounds, as Javi and Jesus watched Hope, “this place would be a fortress, if you cleared all the areas of the place.”

Mitch scoffed, opting to glare at Clementine and AJ.

“How’re we supposed to do that?” Asked Violet, from her place lounging against Minerva.

“Well, takin’ out the Walkers in the gym would be a start.” Said Kenny, before noticing Louis staring at Clementine, “Hey, Bob Marley! Whatcha starin’ at?”

“W-what?” Louis jumped, making Kenny frown, before he followed Louis’s gaze.

“Maybe he’s making sure that psycho and her brat don’t kill us.” Snapped Mitch, making everyone go silent.

“Well,” Minerva spoke up, “Marlon did sell Sophie and I to a bunch of raiders before Lilly and Kenny took over, so, I’m not losing any sleep over him getting shot in the face.”

“Back of the head.” Corrected Aasim, “Marlon was shot in the back of the head.”

“And he’d been planning on selling Clementine and AJ to the same Raiders.” Said Violet, “Louis and I heard a gunshot, but we thought Clem and AJ were dealing with a Walker or something.”

“No, she just tried to kick our teeth out.” Muttered Kenny, as Clementine looked over.

“What are they doin’?” Asked Ruby, as Tenn moved over to Clementine and AJ.

“Well,” Javi moved over, “Clem’s still recovering from giving birth, and AJ’s not happy over being take out of the field.”

“So, why’s Clementine playing with her leg?” Asked Ruby, as Clementine leaned down adjusted her boot.

“Her prosthetic’s probably chafing.” Said Lilly, as Clementine removed her leg, “Yep, looks like the wound’s reopened.”

F

“If you could change anything you’ve done,” Clementine thought out loud, “what would it be?”

Her, Kenny, Lilly and Javi were sitting around a fire, the Ericson survivors had decided to turn in, Clementine had put AJ and Hope to bed, and the other coalition visitors had gone to sleep.

“Anything?” Asked Javi, letting out a laugh, “I’d stop Mariana from being killed.”

“You’re niece?” Asked Kenny, before looking to the sky, “I’d try and stop Duck from getting bit, or not cave Larry’s head in, or removing Lee’s arm sooner, or, fuck, I don’t know.”

“I’d stop myself from shooting Carley.” Said Lilly, “I keep seeing her face, I mistook her being tired as her betraying us.”

“I’d not talk to that stranger,” Said Clementine, “stop Lee from getting bit. Who knows, it might stop Sarah from dying, or stop me from getting caught by that gang.”

“Maybe,” Lilly’s voice was quiet, “we’ll see them again.”

“Are you kidding?” Huffed Clementine, “The stuff I’ve done? There’s no way I’m seeing the pearly gates.”

“That’s bullshit.” Scoffed Kenny, “You mourn for the people you’ve killed, even in cases where you shouldn’t. If that don’t get you in, then none of us are getting in.”

“You know,” Said Clementine, “back when this started, I’d pretend that we were just one big family on an adventure. Lee and Carley were my parents, you and Katjaa were my uncle and aunt, Duck was my cousin, Lilly was my other aunt and Larry was my really grumpy grandpa.”

Lilly let out a snort, “What were Ben and Mark?”

“Neighbour and family pet.”

“Which was which?”

Next Story: What if Troy assaulted Clementine in the Comic Book Store? (TW: Implied/Refenced Rape/Non-Con)

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(Tallest Lich belongs to https://messinwitheddie.tumblr.com/)

Lavender paces in front of the tallest’s chamber. Carrying her tablet in hand while she listen to her leader’s angry outburst. This isn’t her place to get involved, but with no one else available, Lavender was called to see what her tallest needs. She can hear him calling out to his staffs but none of them came to him. After gathering up the courage she needs. Lavender opens the door and enters.

Inside, tallest Lich lays on his spiky, somewhat comfy lounge couch. He heard the door open and got up. “FINALLY! I’ve been calling for ages. Where the heck have you been- wait a second….”

The tallest squinted his eyes to get a better look at her. “You’re not one of my staffs!” He said.

Lavender quickly looked down at her tablet’s blank screen. To avoid staring at the tallest. Lich is not even fully dressed. He’s wearing a long red robe but only the top doesn’t have the chest cover. Her antenna’s twitched at the sound of him moving towards her.

“Speak drone. Why are you here?”

“Greetings, my tallest! My name’s Lavender. I’m an Information Technology Specialist. As well as a pilot in the elite-B unit.” Lavender is then silenced by Lich raising his hand. Not in the mood for introductions.

“I did not ask you that. I want to know why you are here? I did not call for you. Hail wardrobe for me!”

He demanded that with a slight growl in his voice. Lavender turned on her tablet and checked for the list of Lich’s crew members. As she expected, none of those drones are available. Some even have their face images crossed out. Meaning they either quit or tallest Lich fired them on the spot. Even the food service drones are avoiding him. Lavender saw the last guy get kicked out and sentenced to janitorial duty as a way of punishment to those who displeased the tallest. It’s gotten out of hand now.

“I’m sorry, my tallest but it seems no one is in right now. They have all called out.” She said softly.

“What do you mean, they’ve called out?!” He shouted. Reaching down and snatching away her tablet to get a good look at the list. Lich grumbles and scroll down the screen. Once he got his fill, he tossed the tablet over his shoulder. Luckily Lavender caught it before the device could hit the floor.

“They are a useless bunch. And I’ve only fired half of these drones! The others didn’t need to quit.”

Lavender was tempted to ask why the tallest won’t just put on the rest of his robes by himself. It came to her understanding that since they’ve been measured. The tallest have to deal with discomfort in their bodies and suffering of back pains sometimes. This is why wardrobe staffs are there to get their tallest ready with new clothes, depending on preference and the occasion for them. Lavender looks uncomfortable just standing there with him.

“Wardrobe should be here. I need my cover top and my gauntlets! What’s a tallest got to do to have loyal subjects around here!” Lich throws the nearest table. Which was surprisingly light weight for him. He cussed and kicked over a bag of large chips.

“This must be the tantrums my co-workers are talking about. Why did they send ME over here….”

“Forget them. They are ALL replaceable. I will hire more staffs soon.” Lich turned back around to face the drone. Lavender frown at his words.

“Why bother if they’re just gonna quit on you?”

“What was that?!” Lich marched up to her. Sizing her up with his tall height. Lavender stayed still but did. It repeat herself. Instead she continued onward.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re a tyrant, Lich. Everyone’s afraid of you. Heck they hate you, actually. With good reason too. You’re not easy to please and most of your staff can’t even do their jobs without you yelling in their faces! It’s hard to believe you’re even a tallest. I doubt your predecessor was ever like this towards his subjects.” Lavender knew she shouldn’t be saying this towards her leader, but Lich obviously needs to hear it from someone. Her hands gripped the sides of her tablet. The tall Irken was livid.

“I am a better tallest than Cini could ever be!” Lich shouted in her face. How dare this drone bring up the bane of his existence like that? Tallest Pepperoncini was nothing but a lazy old dream catcher. A people’s pleaser for all to see. He never took his title seriously and Lich believes he has fixed that image by showing his subjects how fearless and powerful he is. It is still early in his reign and he spent some of it by getting rid of Cini’s followers. Those who did not want Lich to be tallest and have even wanted Miyuki to stand as a better candidate instead of him.

“Cini is ten times the better tallest than you! Say whatever you want about his leading tactics, but he had a LOT of irkens who love, admire and respect him! Your personal staffs all run away or fired because of you.” She’s walking on thin ice with this one. Lavender had to put up with a lot of shit from taller drones but this one plucked her last nerve. Some of her close friends were treated unfairly by this man and it left them with an emotional/mental scar on them. Two moved to conventia, just to get away from the tallest. Lavender lowered her tablet.

“You have a lot to say for one so fat and short. Who sent you to me….Lavender?” He said that as if he didn’t hear her introduce her name already.

“It was Kleff. One of the field directors at the training site for the assigned co-pilots. She told him.

“Is that so? Well you better be worth my time. Fetch me the rest of my wardrobe gear. Read me back the new reports and my schedule list.” He went on as he walked towards her. Lavender’s body jolted a little.

“Oh and by the way….”

In a swift motion, Lich sends a slap across the drone’s face. Making her stumble backwards into the wall. That action stunned Lavender and her body shook as the tallest advances on her, growling.

“If you EVER talk to me like that agin. Or mention Cini in my presence. I will tear you apart and leave your fat carcass for the glorba beast to feast on!”

His threats nothing but true. She has heard enough from the other irkens that Lich would be brutal to anyone who crosses him. Even to his own generals. Not wanting to get hit again. Lavender dipped her head in a respectful way. “I apologize for my behavior, my tallest. It will not happen again.”

“See that it does not! Now go and do what I asked of you drone. My patients run thin!”

Lich returned to his lounging couch and slumped down into it. “I will inform your advisor to come by.” Lavender said. Making one last scroll through her tablet. The tallest waved his hand, dismissively.

“Just get going. I don’t have all day!” He grumbled.

“Yes my tallest.” She salutes and was out of that room in a hurry. Once outside, Lavender let out a long breath she never knew she could breathe.

She shakes out her whole body. Getting rid of the tension that has swallowed her up from just being in the same room as that Irken. What shocked Lavender is hearing her own voice talk back to the leader of the Irken empire. Lich could have easily killed her. Break her down, or throw her out the airlock and no one would care.

“It’s the rush! I’ve never felt so much in control back there. Why did Lich get so offended when I mentioned Pepperoncini? I may not have been around long enough to get to know our former leader, but I do hear tales from those who are close to him. I don’t know why Spinch put up with this guy. I fear if she slips up, he’ll put his hands on her!”

The image of that made Lavender shutter. Those sharp-bladed gauntlets of Lich’s have also been used for his torture games over his inferior subjects, such as his table drones. One in particular has been spared this fate but has had her eyelashes plucked.

“I better get my tallest what he wants before he has another fit. Then blame me for everything….” With that said, Lavender disappeared down the hallway.

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