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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Could you talk more about your gumbo jar jar au or the frog one? 🐸

hm on close review the frog promise draft is a now redundant drabble from this au. Here it is in its entirety:

“I will never join you,” Luke said with a sneer of disgust.

Palpatine, as well as the nearby politicians, Jedi masters, and reporters were taken aback.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your meaning, Master Jedi,” the Senator said incredulously. “Do you mean to tell me that you consider yourself separate from the Republic? I know the Jedi Council had disavowed recognizing you but I never could have imagined...” he trailed off, leaving the crowd to murmur in alarm.

“I mean I will never join the Sith,” the rogue master replied calmly. “I imagine you’re responsible for the traces of the dark side I felt amongst the trade federation leaders.”

“The Sith...I see.” Palpatine took a step back, deliberately reassuring tone and alarmed expression clearly indicated that he suspected the man before him of insanity. “It’s been a very long day and you clearly intended to do good by my humble home world. Perhaps your fellow Jedi can take you to the healers so you can-”

“Why are you working alongside a Sith Lord?” Luke cut off the Senator and addressed Grandmaster Yoda directly.

“A Sith Lord, you say?” Master Yoda replied. “A most serious allegation, this is.”

Basically, Luke derails the Naboo Crisis by absolutely annihilating the trade federation army, only realizing after the fact when and where he is. This means that Padme turns right around from Tatooine and never voices her vote of no-confidence. Now, Palpatine probably had contingency plans in place, but the public accusation by a Jedi of being responsible for the crisis in the first place, despite absolutely no evidence, hurts his image enough that he’s not going to win a vote, because people will think it’s a power grab.

And it’s funny cause it’s true but Luke only barely knows that! He’s just accusing Palpatine of being behind the first evil thing he sees and he fuckin happens to be right!!!

Anyway Luke doesn’t focus on Palpatine; there are like 10,000 other Jedi around. He commits himself first and foremost to completing his training with Master Yoda because sometime Yoda just dies and fades into thin air so, you know! He’s not going to procrastinate on that again!

He goes before the council and humbly asks to be taken on Yoda’s student (this is right before Qui-Gon can ask about Anakin- literally, Anakin and Qui-Gon are in the waiting room). He gives several extremely vague banthashit explanations of who he is ‘I’m a follower of the Force,’ where he comes from ‘the Force sent me,’ and why they should train him when he’s way too old ‘the Force willed it.’ Yoda is somewhat impressed because those are some real unhelpfully wise answers and- here’s the kicker- Luke actually believes them!

He is really committed to being a Jedi! Is 110% all about being a luminous being! This is several years after return of the Jedi and Luke has pretty much just been hanging out in force temples meditating with ghosts so he has quintessential Jedi vibes, he just knows jackshit about anything!

What really clinches it for Yoda is the fact that his robe pocket starts squirming and he pulls out a live Nabooian Salt Frog. And hands it to Yoda like, “These are one of your favorites right? :) I saw it and I thought of you :)”

Now Yoda- let’s step back a second. Yoda is old. Yoda, in his youth, was a bit more feral. He’s a top level predator and the order has always celebrated diversity and being true to your origins! He’s hunted with Tortugans on Shili! He’s unhinged his jaw with Besalisks on Ojom!

But as the Republic’s boundaries caved in on themselves, he was more and more put into contact with Core senators who tend to be unnerved by more, ah, carnivorous tendencies. And the more he was put into high level positions by virtue of being really frickin old, the more restrained he became in his public behavior.

Decades passed and younglings who only ever knew his more ‘harmless-prank’ feral tendencies were increasingly shocked and scared to see him occasionally unhinge his jaw to eat a scrocodile whole. Some of the prey-origin younglings from that field trip actually avoided him for the rest of the their lives.

So. Yoda is still a carnivore- but- in private. With his padawans and his closest peers. But his closest peers age and die and his padawans get younger and smaller as the decades pass. He took on two herbivorous padawans in a row and as a result restrained himself from openly hunting with another soul for around for 50 years.

And then there’s Dooku. ‘Ah a human,’ he thinks. ‘They hunt sometimes. Well. They’re omnivores at least.’

And Dooku is- and I’m not saying this to shame Dooku- but he’s prissy. He likes...neatness. He’s not afraid of violence but force forbid it’s untidy. So when Yoda, excited to get his ambush predation on, takes 14 year old Dooku who’s barely ever left the sterile confines of Coruscant on a trip to a swamp world- yeaaahh it doesn’t go well. Dooku- he doesn’t mean to, honestly. How would he even know that Yoda might be sensitive about things? He’s Yoda.

But Dooku sobbing openly and puking a little in a bush and running away from Yoda because his Master is terrifying and gross. It... kind of puts the nail in the coffin for Yoda being open about that side of himself. He doesn’t really have it in him to try again. People’s view of him is too fixed, they can’t handle him also being a flesh creature so he focuses on the luminous side of him which is and always was, genuinely, more important than him.

And that’s been the last 100 years or so. The thrill of a live kill is just a little piece of himself that he meditates away and that’s ok. He has the force. He has the order. He’s old anyway, a real hunt would probably hurt his joints.

And then in comes Luke, radiating Light and earnestness and Jedi serenity while also holding out a very tasty looking live frog. And Yoda realizes Dooku’s not around, he’s surrounded by a council he trusts and respects and likes, none of whom are 14 year olds, all of whom have seen the galaxy and seen worse. He is almost seizing the moment but there’s a little part of him that shriveled up when Dooku cried that’s having a hard time accepting this.

“Want it for yourself, you do not?” Yoda cackles, playing off the offer.

Luke smiles sheepishly and pulls out another live frog. “I was saving it for later. Forgive me Master, your senses are keen as ever I see.”

And Yoda...it’s not about the bribe, really, so much as the symbolism, and it’s not about the flattery either, but darn is the kid really pulling out the stops to make himself likable. And he is a kid, to Yoda anyway. Everyone is these days. What does he care about numbers when there’s a boy smiling like his third padawan, an adorable Rodian who took great delight in their more amphibious and wild missions?

Yoda snatches one of the frogs and slowly raises it in a parody of a toast. Luke does the same. The rest of the council quietly watches in various shades of bewilderment and bemusement.

They’re not actually going to eat that right? Mace thinks. Ugh I hate frogs the skin is so slimy. Shaak Ti thinks. I cannot believe they’re not even offering me one. Yaddle thinks.

And Yoda bites the head off the frog in a quick snap of his jaws, the rest following rapidly. Luke does the same- a slight assist from the force helping his less specialized mandible tear through skin and bone in a well practiced move. He chews slower, but finishes the frog soon enough, the rest of the council looking on with deep uncertainty and a tiny bit of hunger, but no actual fear. They’re Jedi Masters; they’ve eaten everywhere, it’s just a little weird for a human to be eating a live animal and Yoda as far as anyone knew only ate stew and also they were in the middle of a council meeting.

Yoda belches and Luke smiles genially.

“Take you on as my padawan learner, I will. Much to learn you have, much to teach you, I do.”

Luke beams. The council looks on in shock.

“Master Yoda,” Mace Windu says hesitantly, “He’s clearly in his late 20s, at the earliest. If this is about the... frog thing-”

“Was a pleasant surprise, the frog. The reason for my decision, it is not. Had some training already, he has. Know each other before this day, we do. Taking over for a Master passed into the force, I am merely. Our custom, this is.”

Luke bows lowly and an initiate is summoned to escort him to the quartermasters and then the long-empty padawan suite next to Yoda’s chambers.

Qui-Gon and Anakin are brought in and. Well. It’s a little hard for them to simply reject the boy after Yoda just pulled that stunt. He’s sent to the initiates dorm, eventually. Mace Windu has a headache from the shatterpoints blinking in and out of existence. Shaak Ti is delighted to discuss a hunting trip with Master Yoda and his new padawan learner Luke Svader.

The force dances.

#Anonymous #ask #300 celebration #star wars #my au #star wars au #frog promise au #yoda #star wars au no 29 #nevertheless meta #luke skywalker eats frogs

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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I slept in this morning (I worked like wed-sun which is the longest I’ve like legit worked) and I had a wowza of a dream.

Two teams playing some sort of city-wide game. I’m not sure exactly what, but there was like fighting and running and hiding so like idk maybe capture the flag?

Anyways, I got spotted by four guys, and I dashed into this bookshop and was trying to hide from them. Two of the guys (tall, handsome men, beefy yum) found me and were getting real handsy with me and making jokes about who was gonna get to fuck me first and stuff like that.

I was terrified, promptly bit whichever one was holding me, and they let me go cause next thing I know I was hiding under like some sort of counter.

The other pair of guys were thumping around, knocking stuff off shelves, calling out for me. They weren’t talking about what was going to happen when they found me, but the energy, the vibe I got from them? It was going to be horrible.

Boots walked past the counter, stopped, and I couldn’t breathe cause like Jesus frickin christ one of them was right there. But then they moved on.

I guess dream-me was feeling brave and wanted to take chances, bc I waited about five seconds and then scrambled out from under the counter and bolted out the door of the shop.

I ran to the left because there were a bunch of people from both teams just dukin’ it out right there, but unfortunately one of the guys from the bookshop had seen me bolt and was tearing out after me.

But then I found like.... a laundry room? It had washers and dryers in it idk. Anyways I was desperate to hide from the dude that was chasing me bc he was very um. feral? and so I wiggled myself into one of the washing machines and shut the door.

He came in the room and started looking around, calling out for me all creepy. I don’t know what I did, maybe I moved, or made a sound, because then he was in front of the washer I was hiding in, and the door was see-through, and he was looking at me with the biggest eyes and the widest smile.

Threw open the door and started hauling me out, I was sobbing and screaming and he was just laughing. I wouldn’t fully come out cause I could hold on to the back, but the man got my legs untangled and through the opening.

Instead of using them to pull me out further, he just grabbed my shorts and underwear and yanked them off. I started hyperventilating and screaming even louder, and now I was absolutely having a panic attack cause my head was down and it was dark and I couldn’t see but my lower half was naked and out in the open.

SO I tried to push myself back and out, but the guy wasn’t having that. He like kneeled behind me and used his hips to keep me trapped, and he grabbed at my skin like right on my ass and pulled my cheeks apart until he could see all of me and just started snickering and being super gross.

Then I woke up!

I also had another like idk side dream? Abt being locked in a super fancy high-rise hotel room with a shelf with sex toys, almost like how hotels always have a bunch of fancy drinks out on the counter in your room if you want to buy them? Except these were free lol. For some reason the stipulation for the door to get unlocked and for me to leave was to try all of them out and so that happened.

Idk what’s been going on in my head lately to give me such... intense dreams.

#dream #it was all over the place #idek man

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lemonprick · 3 years

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every now and then don't you just start thinking about heroes of olympus and the reason why it's so unsatisfying continuity-wise as a sequel to percy jackson is that the small steps taken to dismantle the system of gods using children to fight in their wars are not acknowledged in the main narrative, and the mention of calypso and the very minor inclusion of kids from cabins other than the olympians don't do much to carry it on for another series

maybe it's just me but, pjo is kinda a tragedy? the fact that twelve year olds are forced onto quests to help a world they didn't choose to be born into, growing up seeing everyone around them fall before they got to reach adulthood, and having absolutely no choice in this narrative because either side they choose they're going to die no matter what

percy trading immortality for a normal life for all the demigods, his asking literal gods for basic human rights of not dying, at the end of the last olympian sets such a great potential for sequel exploring how things start to change in the demigod world; a hopeful tone to establish that although the world is broken we can change it no matter how little the steps we take

then hoo comes along and we're supposed to believe that despite fighting for five years, losing people along the way, turning down frickin' immortality, the highest honour the gods could give, just for a chance that those he loves and others that will take their place can live a better life, percy gets kidnapped and is ripped from everything he held dear and loses his memories and is transported to another camp, is forced onto another quest along with

a) four teenagers who are new to this demigod thing and haven't experienced the manipulation of the gods as much as he has (sure, they recognise the unfairness of the lives the gods have given them, but their points of view don't seem to show as much resentment towards them as much as percy is likely to have harboured)

b) a new roman praetor who, despite losing his memories, is raised in a culture where discipline and duty is prioritised, where the gods are to be treated with utmost respect and hence is numb to obeying their whims

c) his literal soulmate who has fought by his side through thick and thin, who had to endure eight months of his disappearance without a single clue as to where he could've been as well as a goddess for a mother who would disown her if she ever chose him over obeying her mother's commands,

he doesn't refuse to go? nor does he go on the quest out of reluctance and protectiveness over these children who don't know any better, and along the way doesn't begin to question whose side he actually wants to be on, now that the gods have dismissed his plea without so much as an excuse, and showing the others that maybe the gods aren't worth fighting for?

it doesn't show me a war-weary percy, not just feral and terrifying to watch on the battlefield, but absolutely refuses for him or anyone else to return there. the percy in hoo isn't one who curses out the gods, who is only forced aboard the argo ii after he sees jason, piper, leo, frank and hazel and is reminded of bianca, zoe, lee, beckendorf, michael, silena, ethan, luke, and those from kronos' army that he barely recognised from his first years at camp and decides he won't let that happen again, not ever. it doesn't tell me how he feels a pang in his heart whenever they can only do what the gods say because they don't know what else to do, and convinces them (and himself) that there's a way to make them listen, by going against what they stand for and resisting until they look us in the eye

idk man, there's a ton of things i'm not huge on about hoo, but how percy (and annabeth!) out of the seven approached the quest wasn't exactly my favourite. and how it ended without acknowledging things around here need to be changed or else. maybe it has been addressed in a later book like in toa, which i don't plan on reading, and if so i stand corrected

it's weird since i haven't read either series in so long but I was suddenly hit with feels this afternoon and wrote this post in a. frenzy after coming across this post on my dashboard

#pjo #hoo #percy jackson #rick riordan

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hongism · 3 years

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Dude this is by far one of my favorite MOC chapters I’m absolutely feral rn oh my god. Like I’m happy we finally got ahem moments with San because pls god. But omg like THE FRICKIN KID I REMEMBER YOU TALKING ABOUT HIM AND HOW HE PLAYS A ROLE SOON AND IM OVER HERE LIKE OMFG WHAT GONNA HAPPEN. And then the whole issue of her leaving omfg dude this played out way more than I imagined, like how do you just have the inevitable stuff that’s gonna happen and still add a further juicy layer to it?? Like bRO. And omfg once again you got us over here suffering over the captain’s behavior and actions aHHHH, I really wanna know why sirens are such a big deal to him. But I’m so proud of her for being like IM GONNA MAKE YOU NEED ME AND IM LIKE OK BITCH POP OFF 💅🏼💅🏼💅🏼, nah when HJ said give something for Jisung to be afraid of I WAS LIKE PERIODT AS YOU FUCKING SHOULD QUEEN. I absolutely cannot wait for her to go feral on his ass ahh. But ohmygod yeo and woo broke my heart queen. Rip my heart out why don’t you. Mingi over here vibing tho LMAO. And omfg SEONGHWA being angry like where is is directed at 👀👀👀 just all these things, and like I wonder how the rest of the crew reacted to this situation because they were way too calm when she came back sooo they had no idea and won’t know until she’s gone. But miss caly let me end this on the note that this is literally one of the best chapters and one hell of a way to end this act. And don’t worry about making up for lost time, if we gotta wait a whole month for artistry such as this then fuck yeah I’ll wait forever, and honestly it’s such a wonderful surprise to see the notification about it and being like OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG and you’re immediately transported back into the world of MOC. Also might I add Yeonjun fucking hottie. I may not be a fan of heavy hurtful angst, but you write it in a way that aids the plot and easier to bear if that makes any sense. And I’m eagerly awaiting to see the aftermath of her leaving and her giving Jisung a run for his fucking money 😛, I crave violence and fear upon MOC Jisung because one hell of a power move. Does this next act involve Jin more or is he more on the sidelines? But omg just the way you write intimacy between San and MC just ohmygod it’s so precious and calming and speaks a lot on what love is and I really love reading it. I really can’t wait though for this next act and see if we get more on MC’s past too, like I wanna know what happened that one night and who she really killed 👀👀👀 Ok I’m gonna stop here for now, I’ll prob drop other thoughts throughout the week heh.

Like not @ me thinking of rereading MOC for funsies and then you drop the newest chapter JSKKCKDMF WIAT OMG I WAS READING SOMEONE ELSES RESPONSE TO MOC 41 AND I FORGOT WHAT THE FUCK DID YEOSANG MEAN BRO 🤯👀👁 LIKE IM OUT HERE STARING AT IT LIKE WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN HUH They also reminded me of like HJ clinging to San and his facial expressions like yes. You’ve made captain with such depth and morally gray area that the readers cling to him. I swear he regrets letting her go smh

SCREAMING HI BESTIE im thrilled to hear it’s one of your favorites by far what an HONOR 😭

i love the energy of this ask LKJGLKDJ it's all over the place it matches my energy perfectly thank u but god yeah there's so much going on and so much to get into and WHEW !!! im so glad it brings out all these emotions, that makes me so happy as the writer i couldn't be more happy to see my writing bring visceral reactions out of people HAHA

there's really so much nuance to this chapter just things left and right and it's crazy !!! but as for the rest of the crew i think it is safe to assume that they had no clue about hongjoong's decision or what the plans were ! but really tHANK YOU im so fucking glad it was a banger chapter and a banger end to the act, i think the end of the act is always hardest for me to write so im so thrilled this was worth it!!! sadly yall had to wait a little more than a month for this one and im still sorry about that no matter what T_T i think i love getting to surprise you guys tho it's a little surprise gift for yall for being so patient and waiting for me ❤

nightingale IS A MEGA HOTTIE i have so much planned for him i can't wait he's so sexy <3 and im so glad the angst aids the plot heh im hoping that it lightens up a bit from here on out <3 this next act is full of a LOT! a LOT!!!!! i can't say yet whether that includes jin or not tho !! we shall see in the future 👁👁🍿 this next act is really all about revealing secrets and unveiling truths soooooo i think we can gather what that means butttt we'll see we'll see it definitely ties into what yeosang said <//3 and that nuance of hongjoong clinging to san at the end was a fave of mine i loved adding that eeee <3

#mists of celeste #moc: spoilers

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thecampfirestory · 4 years

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Hahsjsgsjshsj I've been following this for a while but only now have I started to catch up on the posts. I frickin' love this au so much. And honestly, I prefer this Patton to canon Patton and mainly because all content I see is Pat just being a soft boi while in this he can go absolutely feral dksgsjs yeah- I just- I really like this au- (the art too djsgsjs)

Campfire AU said feral Patton rights

#ask

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eddiestattoos · 3 years

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You know the drill by now

Ah yes an ep that I'm confused approximately 4 seconds in

Yes Clark is a Schizophrenic CAUSE I'M GONNA BUY THAT

Um Lexmas but from Clark's point of view? I haven't a clue what's going on and I don't like it give me the justice league back

"Ever since kindergarten we've been together". I love choking on nothing

Clark and Lex being civil again. Hmm.

"Valentines day is like finding out how babies are born" Jimmy sweetheart, are you good?

He most certainly is he can see Lois and Clark being meant for each other. Redeemed Jimmy

Martha and Clark just like ????????? This ep is already infinitely better than the last holy shit

HERE WE GO RED K

Ok dad mode Lex is adorable I still somehow like him sometimes

Red k Clark crashing the party like only red k Clark can

OH SHIT

Screaming. I'm screaming.

"So weird to see her acting like a girl" Jimmy I love you. This might be a new fave ep. I'm living

Hey uh this isn't a one way make out session here. Lana don't deny you still love your favourite farm boy

Ha so much for Clark Lex civility

DO NOT TELL ME LEX IS USING LANA TO MAKE SOME SUPER BABY

When did Lana snipe the crowbar?

My apologies it's a chisel

Lana: I'm going some place no one would expect to find me Me: kent farm. Knew it

So much for my Brady is the bad guy theory

K it's gotta be the other security guard

Ha told you

Why does my internet always start being crap during fight scenes?

As much as I could hate Lex, i just can't fully but I straight up just flipped him off when he appeared on my screen. Ass ran away when his girl was in danger. Fight me

IF LEX TOOK THE CHISEL I SWEAR

Lex and Lana are engaged, expecting, and live in opposite ends of the mansion. K

Lana somehow still does not look the slightest bit pregnant which is just adding to my there's no way this happens theory

I'm used to 5 pin bowling I forget how massive 10 pin bowling balls are

Clark blowing papers to steal the laptop. I love this sneaky boy

Hey mr I can see meteor freaks how'd you screw that one up? Chloe?

I can't tell if Lana has actually figured out Clark or if she was just questioning the guy hoping she'd get her answer

"Clark I need you to X ray me" Chloe I love you

Clark Kent the emergency surgeon the intensity of this scene upped real frickin quick

Clark please just tell Lana

Lana: Lex if you were involved in this you'd tell me right Me: nope

Chloe sweetheart you are not a time bomb. That being said if Chloe develops powers I will go plain crazy in a good way

I think

Lex do not go after Chloe

I've arrived at the wedding ep here goes nothing

Clark frisbeeing the pic of him and Lana into the abyss my poor lovesick puppy

Oh wait lovesick puppy was dreaming. Typical

Clark: whips hay bales into the loft Clark: oh shit what did I just do

Clark casually just welding the cellar door back on

Is this another Clark dream or is it a Lana reality?

Only Lex Luthor would watch an ultrasound on a big screen in a private theater in his mansion

More dreaming? This ep is just a wild dream on everyone's part I'm confused

Welcome back Lionel strange seeing you again

Is this wedding scheduled for midnight or what? 5pm and nobody appears to be remotely ready

Tornado flashback??? Oh yippee Lana's turn to dream

Hi Nell nice to see you again

It was a setup I should've known. Damnit Lana I had hope for you and this ep

Lionel forcing the wedding on Lana guess I'm back to hating him with my whole being

Watch Lana go through with the wedding and divorce Lex like tomorrow

Lionel: welcome to the family Me: yeah cause it's not like you didn't force her to join it or anything you little shit

Smallville has such a weak definition of main character. Lois just disappears for 4 eps unexplained

"Nice moves for a stripper" "oh honey I learned even better ones as an army brat" go queen Lane

I watched a lot of wwe with dad when I was younger and my childhood memories are being scarred a bit by kane in this ep

Oliver was on my screen for half a second and I was thrilled

Here comes the end of baby Luthor

Are we ever going to learn the actual truth of Lana's pregnancy? I must know

Guy tries to shoot Clark. Clark casually hands him the bullet back. Could these moments get any better?

Lois your effort to fight this guy was commendable

Clark has been absolutely feral lately and I love it

Lex had a marriage last a whole episode. It's not happy but point is she hasn't left him yet. I'm impressed

Yes Clark figure out Lionel set Lana up you got it babe I believe in you

#my smallville bs #smallville #the marathon happened and boy it was fun #i havent exactly held true to my these posts will disappear or get shorter statement

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legolaslovely · 5 years

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Watch Me

A/N: UGH FILIIIIIIIIIII he just really kills me sometimes, okay? Hope you guys enjoy the Fili feels. Happy FILI FRIDAY! And yes, here’s this picture again.

Pairing: Fili x Reader DUH

Word Count: 2,693

Warnings: fluff, angst, SMUT OOPS, unwanted advances/flirting/assault towards reader, hero Fili

Summary: I don’t frickin know just read it lol. Hero Fili, slightly stalker Fili, protective Fili, smut with an actual plot.

Fili often came to this bar alone at night. It was starting to raise questions from his uncle, but he ignored them. As far as anyone else was concerned, he just needed a drink after an exhausting day of duties that came with being born the heir to the kingdom. No one needed to know why he really came.

He would always sit on the end of the bar with his back against the wall. This way, he could watch her but he’d never have to actually talk to her because he was being served by the bartender and not the beautiful waitress he’d taken a fancy to. Talking would cause problems. He knew simply sitting here eyeing her every night was also causing problems, but he ignored that fact as well.

He nursed his mug of ale and watched the human woman glide through the bar. Her hips easily slid between chairs and tables and her lips smiled and greeted everyone around her who asked especially for her service instead of anyone else’s. He watched her carry trays full of food or balance many hot plates on her arms. He didn’t doubt her muscles were lean and strong under her clothes and her arms and fingers were calloused from burning plates. Sometimes after one too many mugs of drink he allowed himself to think of what her hands could do besides carry a table full of glasses at a time.

He watched her whirl when a patron in the corner called her name. (Y/N). It fell from Fili’s lips often when he was alone. When she turned, her hair followed her, spreading out into a wide, shining curtain before falling to her back again. She had long hair for a human, he thought.

She bent to pick up a knife from the floor and he turned, adjusted himself in the tall seat and ordered another drink. He spent the night sipping from his mug and drinking from her until the bartender sounded the last call. He watched her shoulders drop in relief. He was sure she was exhausted. He turned his back to the rest of the pub and paid his tab as most of the patrons left.

“Come on, (Y/N). Come home with me. You’re done here and you know you want to.”

Fili recognized the voice. It came from a human who bothered (Y/N) a couple times a week. He’d pinch her or grab her, she’d slap him and kick him out, and Fili’s blood would boil. Why was the idiot allowed back? Fili had always kept his distance, knowing (Y/N) could handle herself or some other human would step in, but now there was barely anyone else around. He watched carefully.

“In your dreams,” she said, circling the table and getting far away from him. “Go home, Buck. You’re drunk. Again.” She looked to the bar and when she saw the tender was gone, she quickly grabbed some empty glasses and sped to the kitchen door.

Buck grabbed her and spun her into him, making the glasses in her hands clink together. “No, no. I said you’re coming with me.” He towered over her. He took the glasses from her with a nasty grin and set them down on the table below. Then he grabbed her bottom and she slapped him.

“Get off me.” Her voice was low and fearless.

He pushed her against the wall and put a hand to her throat. “Is that any way to speak to me?”

“She speaks to you the way she pleases. Let her go. Now,” Fili said from the man’s side.

Buck chuckled and looked over Fili’s head. “I’m sorry. I thought I heard something. But I don’t see anything here.” He swept his hand through the air at his eye level, over Fili’s head. Fili grabbed it and twisted it behind Buck’s back until he heard the bones crack and the man yelp.

“I said let her go,” Fili said, his voice and eyes feral.

“Get off of me, dwarf. You don’t belong here.” He swore and said a nasty, racial slur in Khuzdul that Fili was surprised a human even knew.

“Shut up, you disgusting, worthless brute,” (Y/N) said, spitting in Buck’s face. She grunted when his grip around her throat tightened.

Before Buck could answer, Fili reached up and slugged him across the face with the head of his dagger. He caught (Y/N) and let Buck fall to the ground hard. Fili grabbed the man by his tunic and snarled in his face. “If I ever see you in this pub again, I will not hesitate to rip your throat out.” He let him go with a shove and watched him run out the door of the tavern, letting it slam shut after him.

Fili returned to (Y/N), putting a reassuring hand on her arm. “Are you all right?” She nodded wildly with a tight jaw. He’d never seen her unsure of herself and he felt his heart sink. His fingers ran down her arm and he squeezed her hand before letting her go. “He’s gone now. He won’t be bothering you again.”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you- thank you for that. I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking.”

“And you’re bleeding,” she said, looking at his other hand. When Fili hit the man with his dagger, the blade had slipped and cut his palm.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket. “Nothing to fret about. I’ll leave you, let you finish your work so you can go home.”

She grabbed him. “No, no. I won’t send you away like this after saving me. Sit.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Sit, please.”

He sat.

“What the hell happened in here?” a voice boomed from the bar. The tender had his arms stretched out as he took in the broken chair in the corner.

(Y/N) turned and looked at him with a tilted head. “Nice of you to show up, Rava! I really could have used you five minutes ago.”

“What happened?” Rava asked.

“While you were doing god knows what, my hero here, saved the day. Buck’s gone for good, no thanks to you. Will you please bring me the kit from the kitchen?”

He disappeared. (Y/N) turned back to Fili with a smirk on her face as she pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.

“Is that what you deal with every day?” he asked.

She pulled the soiled, silk handkerchief from his hand and set it on the table, twisting his palm in the low light to get a look at the injury. “I’m sure you deal with the same kind of thing in that mountain of yours, Prince.”

His brows flew high. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do. A girl asks questions when a guy comes in just to watch her every night.” Her intense gaze rose and her smirk deepened as she watched his cheeks grow pink above his thick beard.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to disrespect-”

“I know. Don’t worry, I can tell the difference between a creep and a good man… good dwarf in this case.”

He opened his mouth to answer, but Rava’s appearance through the swinging kitchen door silenced him. The other human placed a small kit of bandages and ointments on the table next to (Y/N). She rose and stalked, hips swaying, to the bar to fill a bowl with warm water.

Rava cleared his throat, picking up the pieces of the broken chair. “So, are you gonna be here for a while?” he asked her.

“Rava, just go home. I’ll clean and lock up. Leave the keys on the table.”

He thanked her and practically ran out the door. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and sat in front of Fili again, taking his hand in hers. He marveled at her soft touch. It was much different than he’d expected- than he’d dreamed. She cleaned his wound with a tender touch.

“Not even a flinch,” she said.

“Hm? Oh, I’ve had much worse than this,” he said.

“I’ve heard the stories. You dwarfs have brave hearts.”

He searched for a smirk or sarcasm in her voice but didn’t find it. When her eyes rose from his hand, they were soft and round as they peered at him, waiting for some kind of response.

“You show little fear yourself. I’ve seen these men pick on you often and most of the time, you easily match them. It’s very- impressive.” He picked his word carefully, changing it from attractive, tempting, alluring, sexy.

She hummed. “Most of the time.” She dipped a finger into a jar of ointment and smothered his gash as if she were painting a picture or running her hand along the petals of a flower. “Tonight I was absolutely terrified. If you weren’t here, if you didn’t do what you did… I don’t even want to think of what could have happened. You saved me. I don’t know how to thank you.” Her fingers froze as she took him in. In the low light, his eyes glowed with a piercing blue and his golden mane shone red at the edges. His face alone was a stunning summer day’s sky.

“I’m just glad you’re all right.”

She wrapped his palm with a bandage and knotted it. Though she was finished, she held onto his hand. “More than all right.” She kissed his lips softly, then drew away. She smiled as it took a moment for Fili to open his eyes. She waited for him to make a move, to kiss her again, but it didn’t come. “Is that all I get? You watch me for months and here we are alone and I only get one kiss-”

He leaned forward, held her under her thighs and pulled her to his lap, gluing his lips to hers. He swallowed her noise of surprise and felt her lips flatten into a smile against him. Her breath hitched. “Handsome, sweet, and strong,” she muttered. She said it more to herself than to him but he chuckled and growled, pulling her hips down on him. She whimpered. “And hard,” she whispered.

He hummed, allowing his tongue to ravage her mouth in his wild, passionate, possessive kiss. “I am every time I leave this pub.” He never would have suspected the noise that escaped her. It was soft, submissive and needy. She was putty in his hands. His scalding mouth made its way to her ear and down her neck. “I want you,” he said.

“I’m all yours.”

He yanked her tunic over her head, hearing the fabric rip in the process. His large, strong hands burned her body as they traveled over her hips, her waist, up her sides and to her breasts. Her head fell back as he cupped them, twisting her nipples in a firm grip of his fingers. He pulled a moan from her and it went straight to his trousers.

Whispered curses fell from her lips as his tongue licked a stripe up the center of her chest and circled her erect nipple. He expected her to be rough, to yank and pull on his hair and cry out with a volume that echoed off the walls. But here she was, in his hands, whimpering with breathy moans and carding her fingers gently through his hair. He had been all wrong and this was better than anything he could have imagined.

Her fingers found the hem of his tunic and she pulled it away. She smiled and shook her head as her hands brushed through the golden curls on his strong chest. “My god, are you all this beautiful?” She grinned when he laughed, feeling it rumble through him.

She sank to the floor between his legs. Her fingers ran over his cheeks as she pulled him down to kiss her, then her lips traveled down his neck. His breathing grew heavy when she spent extra time around his chest and stomach. The further south she fell, the more his growls vibrated in her bones.

Her hands raked up his thighs from his knees to his belt. She watched his eyes as she undid the laces of his trousers and his red, dripping member sprang loose. Her breath caught in her lungs. She took him in her hand and knew right away dwarfs were bigger than humans. It sent a shiver to her core and she squeezed her thighs together. Fili didn’t miss her movement.

He kissed her, moaning into her mouth as she stroked him. When he released her lips, they moved to suck the tip of him. Breath shot into his lungs and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched her smile, her tongue circle him and lick up his length, and her pink lips envelope him and reach the base of his shaft. Her head bobbed until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed her now.

“Come, my dear,” he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. He groaned when he tasted himself on her talented tongue.

She stood and allowed his deft fingers to unlace her trousers, letting them fall to the ground. She stepped out of them and gladly returned to his lap, rolling her hips on him. He cursed when he felt how warm, wet and ready she was for him. He cupped her bottom and squeezed, making her chuckle before she rose to take him inside her. When he was completely sheathed in her heat, she sucked in a gasp. He was stretching her and already, his member was rubbing every hidden, delicious corner inside her. She rocked her hips and bent to kiss Fili’s shoulder, moaning against his skin.

His mouth fell open when he felt her juices dripping as she slid up and down on his cock. He worked to meet her every thrust, pulling her hips down on him when she could take it. He knew he was pushing her to her limits. His lips attacked hers as his hands cupped her face, her breasts, her hips. Every noise she made reverberated and repeated in his brain and he worked to memorize each one. His thumb found her clit and she lost all strength in her legs. All she could do was rock against him and moan into his skin. She sang his name again and again and he lost his control.

He slid down in the chair, allowing him to thrust up into her with more vigor. His thumb worked circles on her as he pounded into her hard. She cursed, huffing and moaning breathily into his ear. She begged him to finish her, then to claim her. “Please, Fili. Oh, god, please.”

Her hips started to roll and her nails dug into his shoulders as she held onto him. He was the only thing keeping her grounded as she reached her high. Her muscles tensed and fluttered around him, sending him to his own end and he grunted into her neck as she collapsed on top of him.

His chest heaved as he landed, his breath fanning over her skin and making her shiver. He reached for his tunic and slid it over her head, then wrapped his arms around her, stroking her skin and holding her tight. He decided he would never let go.

“I hope you’re not doing this just because, I mean, I hope this isn’t some sort of- repayment- just because of what I- of what happened with Buck,” Fili got out.

She lifted her head from his shoulder. “Oh, no, sweetheart. Seeing you at the bar is the only thing I like about this awful job. You’re not the only one who’s been going home hungry all this time.” Her fingers slid though the beard on his cheek as she kissed him.

“All this time?”

She hummed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“I knew you’d make a move sooner or later.” She grinned and kissed him again, feeling him growl against her lips. “And I like it when you watch me.”

“Expect much more of it,” he said, pulling her down on him again and listening to her laugh.

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For DVD commentary on Use Both Hands: The smell of her washes over him: bright and floral with an undertone of something deep and rich that's a pale shade of what he knows he'd find if he buried his face in her neck, but is still enough to make him so hard so fast, for a second he thinks he might embarrass himself. God, he fuckin' loves that smell. He'd been drowning in it that day in her room. Had smelled the ghost of it for weeks afterward, and it'd driven him entirely around the bend.

Oooohh hmm okay, I’m going to just numbered list things about this snippet as they occur to me vs trying to write like, a coherent narrative because that’s just not where I am at with my life right now.

1. I’m generally not a science person, especially not where it concerns the human body (my overall attitude towards it is I’d rather not know how everything works and just appreciate the ways that it does bc if I think about it too hard I go a little weird around the edges) but one of my fav human anatomy? biology? idk, body science factoids is how closely tied together scent, memory, and emotion are. It has something to do with the shape of our olfactory system and the fact that it takes scent right past the limbic system in the brain aka where memory and emotion live (and probably other stuff to but not important for this point). ANYWAY this is why smells trigger emotion shrouded memories quicker than anything else. I am high key obsessed with this idea so I tend to fall back on scent as an emotional trigger a lot.

dammit this got long again

2. I am also extremely into the way perfumes are composed of layers of smells that often smell very different from each other but combine to do something interesting, often that hits you in waves (which is why you’ll see fancy perfume product descriptions talking about stuff like top notes and mid-tones and bases). I also extremely love how good perfumes will sink into a person’s skin and mutate a little based on each individual person’s chemistry so not only will the same perfume smell different on different people, but the same perfume will smell different on the same person over the course of however many hours as it blends with their own pheromone system or however that works (we’ve officially hit the limit of how much I science). It’s both fascinating (people who make perfumes are wizards you’ll never convince me otherwise) and feels like one of those things that is absolutely ripe with metaphor (blah blah blah. individuality, chemistry, something something, listen I told you I’m not currently in a coherent narrative space what did you expect)

3. Okay so now that you’ve got the backstory on why these elements are interesting to me in general, specifically relating to the fic, Beth absolutely reads to me as the kind of character that has a signature scent (a minimum of two: an every day vs a fancy occasion), and I wanted it to play off of her character (I love the idea of something that initially smells bright and floral and sweet but then deepens to something richer and a little sexier)

4. Other things I am high key obsessed with: the intimacy implied by smelling someone’s skin underneath their perfume/cologne/soap, it implies a) that you’ve gotten pretty frickin close to their skin and b) you’re attuned enough to them that you separated the two scents. This is the kind of wordless, instinctive intimacy that lights me tf up, I am absolutely feral for it, cannot get enough

5. OH MY GOD I HAD NO IDEA I HAD THIS MUCH TO SAY ABOUT SMELL JFC

6. Alright, so, tying the above together and into the fic snippet, I’m trying to do a lot with that sentence: illuminate a layer of Beth’s character (her perfume as a metaphor), illuminate a layer of Beth and Rio’s relationship (it’s been pretty damn intimate at some point(s)), and most importantly given the POV and the fic arc, illuminate some layer of Rio’s feelings about Beth (even though at this point in the fic he is Extremely Sure That He Does Not Like Her At All Because She Is The Worst, he liked her enough at one point to catalog these subtle, extremely intimate details) (also just because he loves the way she smells doesn’t mean he likes her, she’s the worst remember) (and it absolutely definitely did not mean anything at all that he catalogue her smell with such detail that his brain was able to replay it for him based on catching whiffs of different elements of it out and about while living his life) (shut up no one caught feelings at any point)

7. The thing about the perfume being a pale shade of the smell of Beth’s skin underneath is a nod to Rio being fascinated by and attracted to the maskless, multifaceted version of Beth that’s underneath the perfect housewife/good person persona she tries to show the world (it’s a parallel to many of the reasons I lose my entire godamn mind whenever he calls her Elizabeth)

8. And then because of the whole thing with scent being tied so closely to memory and emotion, when he does smell her/it, it brings him back to the moments he smelled it the strongest aka the times he had his face buried in her neck aka the times they were a‘bonin’ hence the instaboner

BOOM! Semi-coherency! Maybe!

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franklyshipping · 5 years

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Day 4 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

Alright people, Day number 4! Now, I personally think we're lacking a cute little zombie right now....LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @robbie-lee-zombie and @jack-leeboyman

I don’t know about you guys, but I for one like eating foods at times when society says you’re not meant to eat them. I think you all know what I’m about to talk about, but I’ll elaborate anyway. Advent calendars. Chocolate for breakfast that is not only socially acceptable, but it is in fact expected! I have to say that it is one of the most wonderful, delicious inventions to grace the mess that is humanity, and on this here day it is what we shall be focusing on. Needless to say….every single ego had their own personal advent calendar, but I think Robbie the Zombie’s was the absolute cutest.

The art depicted on the front of his had been designed by all the Septics and printed by the Googles, and it depicted stunning artwork of Robbie being cuddled by all the Septics, plus some purple pugs because why the heck not. Robbie was wiggling with excitement as he stroked his fingers over the three empty days, he was excited to have chocolate number four. However, as we all know, getting those little perforated cardboard flaps open can be darn fiddly, so someone always gave Robbie a little help with his; this morning it was Jackie-Boy Man.

‘Alright, I got one of the corners there, ya think you can do the rest?’

Robbie nodded with a determined grin as he narrowed his eyes at the little cardboard square.

‘Uh huh, I open it!’

Jackie laughed softly as he watched Robbie scrutinise everything, before delicately opening the little cardboard door. Robbie squeaked with delight when he achieved it, and looked at Jackie giddily.

‘I did it!’

Robbie purred when Jackie affectionately ruffled his hair, before the hero replied jovially.

‘Good job! Make sure you don’t miss any of that chocolate!’

Robbie nodded with a giggle, making Jackie smile fondly. The hero had never anticipated the prospect of having a child-like zombie for a little brother, but here and now he just couldn’t imagine his life without Robbie. He was so pure and special and perfect and Jackie loved him so damn much. Jackie sighed softly, wiggling in his lying-down position on the carpet so he could get comfy, when suddenly he felt something seemingly bump into his butt.

‘What the-? Oho, do you need some help too bud?’

Jackie shifted with a grin when he saw that it was none other than Gooper who had bonked his booty with a whiny gurgle, whilst dragging his own special advent calendar in tow. Everyone had made it especially for him, and instead of it being filled with chocolates it was filled with Gooper’s favourite thing in the entire world. Paperclips. Jackie eased up the corner of the little cardboard door with his fingernail, before grinning and nodding at Gooper.

‘Have at it!’

Gooper squealed and eagerly started poking and prodding and pulling at the little cardboard door, before it popped open to reveal a light green coloured paperclip. Gooper hopped up and down giddily before he absorbed the little piece of stationary into his body, for safe-keeping until he could add it to his stash later. Jackie giggled when the creature proceeded to nuzzle against his kneecap, and he scratched his underbelly gently.

‘You’re too frickin cute ya lil globbins!’

Gooper squealed and gurgled in delight from the underbelly attention, before he gurgled cutely in farewell and went about returning his advent calendar to its proper place. Jackie sighed happily as he absently looked back to Robbie….but then his eyes widened; the zombie was trying to open up next day’s door!

‘Ah, ah, ah buddy you know it’s only one choc per day!’

Jackie reached to get the advent calendar from Robbie, so he wouldn’t be tempted, but to the hero’s surprise Robbie gripped it to his chest and stuck his bottom lip out. Frankly, Robbie had come to the conclusion that these chocolates were very tasty and there was no reason why he shouldn’t have them all now.

‘Nuh! Robbie want chocs!’

Jackie raised an eyebrow at him, lowering his voice into his more reprimanding tone.

‘Robbie, give me the advent calendar.’

Robbie shook his head, and a little growl came from the back of his throat.

‘Nuh!’

Jackie let out a surprised laugh….wow, Robbie must really have wanted these chocolates, and Jackie couldn’t really blame him. There’s always something about advent calendar chocolates that makes them so much more irresistible. However, Jackie knew he had to exercise discipline with his little brother. He stood, and easily snatched the advent calendar from Robbie’s weak hold, making the zombie whine and growl as Jackie pointed a finger down at him.

‘Sorry Robbie, I don’t make the advent calendar rules.’

Jackie went to go and put the calendar back on the mantle….not realising for one second….that he had awakened a beast. Robbie wanted those chocolates, and he wanted them badly, they just made him so fricking hungry! However, if Jackie was going to keep them from him, then Robbie figured that he’d have to find a substitute snack to satiate his hunger. He narrowed his eyes at Jackie as he crawled towards him deftly and silently. Then, he grasped Jackie’s shins.

‘I’m huuungryyy!’

Jackie jumped at the sudden grip on his shins, and his eyes widened when he saw Robbie snarling up at him; then, before the hero could even react, Robbie had grasped him and pulled him down to the floor.

‘W-Woah hey-HEY! L-Look we can f-find you another snack okay bud, w-we have other chocolates!’

Jackie gulped and shivered as Robbie crawled on top of him; as sweet as his little brother was, Jackie had to admit to himself that sometimes Robbie’s growls and snarls sent little chills down his spine. Especially now, when he was pinned down. Jackie hoped that Robbie would remember that the house was full of delicious snacks and thus let him go….but that was not to be the case.

‘Nuh uh….I want a waaarm snack. Waaarm and wriiiiiggly…'

Jackie gulped as Robbie pinned his arms above his head, leaning over him with a wide, toothy grin. The zombie was going to make his big brother sorry for taking away his chocolates, he was going to play a game with him….he was going to pretend he was his snack.

‘Wr-Wriggly? What k-kind of s-snack is wriggly?’

Jackie squeaked out, sounding a lot more nervous than he’d intended, which made Robbie giggle….and coo in happy delight.

‘Yoooou!’

Jackie’s eyes went wide, and he let out quite the high-pitched squeal as Robbie dove down to attack the crook of his neck with sloppy nuzzles and nibbles. Of course, Jackie’s whole body wriggled in response to the tickling; it was the hero’s number one weakness.

‘N-Nohoho n-noho I-I-I’m nahahat aha snahahack!’

Jackie cried out amidst his giggles, flustered as all hell as he prayed to whatever power existed that no-one would walk in on this, he’d never live it down! Oh god he could imagine Anti now, cooing about how he’d been bested by their littlest brother by just a few tickles, it didn’t bear thinking about! Robbie meanwhile, was already excited to gush about this to everyone else later.

‘Are toooo! So taaasty and soooft! Taaasty taasty taaaaasty!'

Jackie shook his head desperately, his cheeks turning a bright, flustered pink as he replied with flustered splutters.

‘N-N-Nohohoho b-behe quihihiet oho god be quihihihieeet!’

Robbie giggled into Jackie’s neck, making obnoxious slurpy noises at his skin teasingly as he cooed in response.

‘Robbie will be quiet if Jaaackie can be quiet!’

Jackie flushed almost as red as his crimson pyjamas as he writhed and snorted at Robbie’s eating noises, his giggling was non-stop now as Robbie absolutely gorged on every sensitive inch of Jackie’s neck.

‘Buhuhuhut Ihihi cahahahan’t! R-Rohohobbihie plehehehease!’

Robbie giggled and reared up and away from Jackie’s neck, letting out a giggly squeak when he saw how blushy and smiley his big hero brother was, he was so cute! Robbie figured that Jackie probably had other nummy tickle spots, so he cast his gaze over Jackie’s torso, humming to himself.

‘Hmmm….wheeeere should Robbie snack neeext?’

Jackie gulped at the sight of Robbie’s predatory gaze, and tried to struggle as he shook his head VERY adorably.

‘N-Nohowhere nowhere!’

Robbie giggled down at Jackie fondly, before setting his sights on where Jackie’s pyjama top had started to ride up. The grinning zombie slowly used his nose to push up the rest of the top, thus leaving Jackie’s lean belly exposed and on display. Robbie let out a soft, teasy purr as he brushed his lips over Jackie’s tummy, all while the hero tried and failed to suck it in.

‘But Rooobbie still huuuungry…sooo veeery huuungry….’

Jackie had goose-bumps all over and was trembling like a leaf….no-one, not even Anti, had made him feel so flustered with tickles until now, it was like it was Robbie’s superpower or something! Jackie had a shaky smile on his face as he looked at Robbie imploringly, his soft blue eyes were wide with nervousness.

‘P-Plehease R-Rohobbie, p-plehease nohot there!’

Robbie giggled at Jackie’s whimpers, before he grinned a frankly feral grin.

‘But Jackie tumtum looks so taaasty!’

Jackie’s eyes widened, and he let out a yelp and a snort, which soon became a plethora of snorts and cackly laughter as Robbie eagerly dined upon Jackie’s belly. Jackie was kicking his legs haphazardly, his feet hitting the carpet frantically as one of Jackie’s prime tickle spots was just absolutely tortured.

‘NOHOHAHA NAHAT THEHEHERE RAHABBIE!!’

Robbie happily ignored his brother’s pleas, nipping the sides of his tummy eagerly as he crooned lovingly.

‘So sooft and nuuuummy, and so preeetty tooo…’

Jackie desperately hid in his forearm out of embarrassment, that kind of comment on his tummy flustered him so damn much; the hero wasn’t used to compliments like that, so the sweet guy just didn’t know how on earth to react aside from rejecting them.

‘AHAHA IHIT IHIS NAHAHAT!’

Jackie cried out, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to block it all out. Robbie meanwhile, was absolutely flabbergasted! How could Jackie not know how pretty his belly was? Robbie thought it was one of the prettiest bellies he had ever seen! It was so smooth and warm and ticklish AND it had lots of cute little freckles dotted everywhere, like pretty stars in the night’s sky! Robbie couldn’t have Jackie denying his prettiness.

‘Is too! Say it!’

Robbie growled into Jackie’s belly, nibbling harder and sloppier which made Jackie arch his back desperately. The poor guy couldn’t harness his brain cells long enough to answer properly.

‘AHAHAHA NAHAHA YOHOU MEHEHEANIE STAHAHAP!!’

Robbie growled even more, which made the poor hero wail amidst his mirth; Robbie wasn’t going to let up on Jackie’s belly until Jackie admitted how pretty it was!

‘Say you have pretty belly! Saaaay iiit!’

Jackie was a mess of laughter, and he could feel himself sweating from all the energy he’d spent struggling; fun fact, Robbie’s strength outmatched all the Septic’s, even Jackie’s superhuman strength. Jackie knew he couldn’t escape, so agreeing was his only way to mercy.

‘OHOHOKAHAY OHOKAHAHAY IHIT IHIS!!’

Robbie hummed….then nibbled under Jackie’s navel. He knew his hero brother could do better than that.

‘Proooperly!’

Jackie shrieked, and complied pretty damn fast.

‘AHHHIHAVEAPRETTYBELLY AHAHAAAHHH!!’

Robbie giggle, nuzzling Jackie’s belly one last time before leaning up with a fond giggle to his, now panting, brother.

‘Good Jackie-Booooy…’

Robbie cooed, whilst Jackie whined. His neck and tummy felt so tingly, and his face was so hot you could probably fry two darned eggs on it! He tentatively looked up at Robbie, speaking oh so preciously and meekly.

‘P-Plehease lehet me goho, I-I-I’m sohorry Rohobbie!’

Robbie cocked his head at Jackie fondly, Robbie just couldn’t get over how absolutely precious and adorable he was! Robbie decided then and there that he was definitely going to tickle Jackie more often, he was so ticklish and soft and precious; plus, Robbie loved being the evil tickler, he loved the feeling of making Jackie laugh and beg (this was totally not Anti’s influence). Robbie grinned, bringing Jackie’s arms down to pin them under his knees as he wiggled his fingers in the air over Jackie’s body.

‘But Jaaackie! Yooou’re so fuun to tickle! So so so so so fun!’

Robbie had seen his brothers do this sometimes, they’d hover their wiggly fingers in the air to make the tickles more teasy and the trapped person more giggly! Robbie giggled as he watched Jackie smile and squeak nervously beneath him, constantly watching his moving fingers as he stammered.

‘Thihis i-ihisn’t fahaaaair! I-I sahaid I wahas sorry!’

Jackie squirmed about, giggling despite his efforts to compose himself; the hero was definitely going to somehow have words with Anti regarding the influences Robbie was picking up.

‘Mmmm….yooou stiiill took my choooocs!’

Jackie gasped and squealed, but rather than descending into some climactic form of hysteria, he was encompassed by fit of squeaky giggles as Robbie used his blunt nails to lightly scratch at his hipbones. Robbie loved to see Jackie giggling, Jackie’s giggles were Robbie’s favourite giggles.

‘Ihihihi’ll gehehet yohohou mohore! Ihihihi’ll doho ahahanything!’

Literally, at this point Jackie was ready to do just about anything to get mercy, all this tickling was really tuckering the poor guy out, and they hadn’t even reached lunchtime yet! Robbie hummed curiously at Jackie’s words, wondering if he really would do anything to stop the tickles.

‘Reeeally?’

Jackie nodded frantically, gazing up at Robbie red-cheeked with the giddiest, most flustered grin known to man in place. His hips were tingling from Robbie’s scratches and his energy was waning.

‘Yehehes yehehehes!’

Jackie’s eyes were starting to water as Robbie thought for a few moments….before having mercy and humming. Jackie caught his breath and looked up at Robbie, nervously wondering if the cheeky guy was going to get him to do something silly or embarrassing…but what Robbie asked was not what the hero had been expecting.

‘….build fort with Robbie?’

Robbie was slumped on Jackie as he looked down at him nervously. Robbie had always wanted to build the biggest, best blanket fort ever with Jackie…but Jackie was nearly always out on mission, or training in the gym, or training with Silver, Dark or Anti. Robbie knew Jackie was an important busy hero, but he was Robbie’s special inspiring hero too, and Robbie always wanted to spend more time with him.

‘You….you just wanna build a fort?’

Jackie asked curiously, to which Robbie nodded softly, and Jackie softly smiled. Jackie knew he wasn’t there for Robbie as much as he should be, he was a busy guy…but one thing Jackie was going to take from this year was that time with his brothers, time with Robbie, was more important than anything else. Jackie smiled and sat up, spurring Robbie to shift, and when he did so, Jackie cupped Robbie’s face in his hands lovingly.

‘Oh Robbie, we’re not just gonna build a fort….we’re gonna build a super hero headquarters! A special base just for me and you, with password protection, fairy lights, cushions, blankets….and tons of snacks. Does that sound good?’

Robbie’s eyes had been getting wider and wider the more Jackie talked about what he wanted to build with him, and when he’d finished all Robbie could do was squeal and eagerly hug Jackie, before they set about building the most amazing heroic base that anyone has ever seen. And you can bet that they ate all the damn chocolate that they could lay their hands on too.

WOOOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS NEXT SEGMENT LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #robbie the zombie #robbie #jackie-boy man #jackie #sfw #platonic #ego fic #ego fanfic #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #day 4 #christmas 2019

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damienthepious · 4 years

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psst if you’re still wanting to do meta things, would you do the scene in chapter 14 where arum, lord of swamps and denial, resists the urge to grab rilla & damiens hands because I screeched reading that part he’s in SO DEEP p.s. I absolutely love scattered, its one of the highlights of my week as of late thank youuu

oh FUCK yeah oh thank you, hell yeah. hell yeah.

[Arum’s eyes have found Amaryllis and Sir Damien’s clasped hands again,] this big dumb fucking idiot. his eyes have found. he wasn’t actively looking, obviously, of course, it just so happened that his eyes darted in that direction, he happened to notice. that’s all. Lord Of Swamps And Denial is Correct,

[tracking the way that Damien’s thumb is brushing soft over the back of it, a slow, comforting rhythm, as Amaryllis’ hand squeezes his.] seriously i don’t know when this turned into The Hands Fic but seriously it is, now. Also, Damien comforting Rilla for once is. delightful to me. Damien got to be a real frickin shitheel in the early chapters, but my good bow boy has made so much progress.

[Arum’s tongue flicks compulsively, and he buries the urge to-] in my head Arum scents the air pretty frequently, especially when he’s trying to puzzle out a situation. I think i frame it as his mind trying to gather more information on whatever is going on? he probably didn’t catch much there, besides just confirmation of Rilla’s nerves. oh right and he’s burying urges, again. big dumb idiot lizard.

[He does not even know.] lie. [He is not close enough to reach their hands,] he immediately reveals what he wants, [and what would he do even if he was?] the next sentence, idiot. [Even if he- if he reached out and wrapped his hand around both of their own] yeah, that. that thing you want to do.

[(his hand is large enough to do so, his fingers longer than theirs, their stubby little mammal things with their blunt nails and their soft brown skin)] but it’s not like he’s thought just… so much about the possibility, is it? no, of course not. it’s not like he’s thought about the differences between their hands, not like he’s thought at length about the exact way that Amaryllis’ hand feels in his own, and how similar-but-different Damien’s hand felt on his face, compared to hers, about how soft and strange skin is, compared to scales. it’s not like he’s been thinking about it so fucking much that seeing them hold hands makes him go a little fucking feral or anything.

[(Arum knows the softness both of their hands, now),] boy he sure does. and. again. he can’t stop thinking about it. [even if he were to do so-] he really, really can’t finish this thought properly. deflect, abstract, bury it bury it bury it-

[Certainly they would not welcome his intrusion. Certainly not.] and that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? he doesn’t know his place in this. He feels like he’s been shoved into the middle of their lives, and- he’s kind of right. The problem is that he doesn’t realize, or he’s not letting himself believe, that they would welcome his intrusion. they do welcome him.

[They are both so eager to see him gone from their lives.] this is either genuine misinterpretation of Rilla empathizing with his homesickness, or he’s willfully reframing it because the alternative is too hopeful to cope with.

[And Arum is eager as well, of course, to return to his Keep,] this part is true. [to return to his life.] this part is sort of true [He is eager to close the door on this bizarre little chapter-] but this?

[A lie. Too deep to stand.] and even Arum can’t pretend otherwise. he’s too close to the actual leaving, he’s too raw about it, and he’s too close to actually understanding how Rilla in particular feels about him. She’s admitted that she’ll miss him, and he can see it in her. which means he’s allowed to admit he’ll miss her too. And even Damien has essentially said that he would prefer Arum alive, which in context is a pretty big admission. Anyway. He knows he’s not eager to leave them, even if he is eager to get back to his Keep. the two feelings exist simultaneously, and he’s letting himself reconcile it. finally.

#thank you i'm crying #scattered meta #spoilers????#elle babbles #anon #asks #elle's fanfic meta

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tetedurfarm · 5 years

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vincedakota replied to your post “i am excellent and naming animals and you should ask me what your...”

i cant send asks and this is completely unrelated but if you want to crunch an hour or two. whats your opinion of Every Arba Breed

you asked for it get ready for some Unpopular Onions

american: have doofy faces but i like em a lot. tried to get into whites several years ago but breeders kept ghosting me :( not as rare as ppl think but nobody likes whites it’s only blues at shows.

american chinchilla: bruh why do we have like three whole chinchilla breeds i don’t like chins that much in general why do we need three whole breeds of just chinchilla

american fuzzy lop: all the worst parts of lionheads and holland lops in one little package

american sable: never seen one in real life but i want to touch

argente brun: don’t understand why the argentes aren’t more popular, look at ‘em. they’re cool as heck. give me one.

belgian hare: do you love suffering? get a hare

beveren: i think they’re ugly sorry. suddenly got rly popular and idk why. remind me of basset hounds but with blue eyes.

blanc de hotot: absolute showstoppers. the supermodel of rabbits. why can’t i have any someone please give me a hotot i will pay lots of money

britannia petite: genuinely make me uncomfortable to look at. the big eyes and tiny body...they are gremlins and i do not like them

californian: boring but a good meat rabbit. what can i say they have a niche and are good at it

cavies: are not rabbits and make bad noises

champagne d’argent: the only breed i ever seen enter fur shows here lol. i wanna work with them to make silvery every other breed :)

checkered giant: Big Angery. only breed i’ve consistently been told not to ask to pet.

cinnamon: really cool lookin rabbits but every feral in issaquah looks just like ‘em so either a cin breeder had an oopsie or they aren’t that rare

creme d’argent: i’ve only seen ONE irl and it was like buttered toast. i love them. someone please breed them.

dutch: the only rabbit allowed to be visibly VM (hotots are vm too but you can’t really tell.) really cute little meat bricks. the holstein of rabbits, in that when i think of a generic rabbit i think of a dutch.

dwarf hotot: more popular than their commercial sized cousins and honestly it’s a RIGHT SHAME.

english angora: that is a mop. apparently betty chu is driving people out of the breed cos hers are all too good :’) the one we have is bonkers and i don’t like him.

english lop: hardly should be able to call themselves lops. sure they got big ears (which i don’t like) but to me a lop should have a brick face and they don’t and it makes me sad.

english spot: suuuper attractive animals, esp the goldens. if i hated myself enough to get into a running breed i would go for english i think.

flemish giant: BIG. FRICKIN. EARS. my husband’s fav breed. he likes the red ones. i have three growing out in my yard rn and they’re so cute.

florida white: for some reason they are becoming really popular with homesteaders? but i have never seen one in real life. really just kind of boring but apparently good for meats.

french angora: i don’t like anything i have to groom

french lop: BIG. FLOPPY. EARS. BIG. POTATO. FACE. truly the epitome of a lop. can’t wait til i get mine.

giant angora: ah yes let’s make MORE wool to groom no thanks

giant chinchilla: this is a chin just Big. boring, next

harlequin: fan favourite of my fur clients. if you hate yourself, show these. ofc i’m a sucker for calico things so i have a bunch but do you see me putting them on a show table? no.

havana: very good little dudes. husband likes the black ones. i can only justify one or two itty bitty breeds so i don’t have any.

himalayan: the stupidest looking animal i have ever laid eyes on and i love them so much. they spark immense joy. also very very sweet if my two are anything to go by.

holland lop: oversaturated in both pet and show circles. there’s just so many. the holland rings take HOURS to get through at shows. they are very cute but so far in general their personalities leave something to be desired.

jersey wooly: i hear they’re little demons but other than that i don’t know much about em

lilac: it’s a rabbit, but purple! never seen one in person.

lionhead: literally every byb pet rabbit is mixed with a lionhead. my first rabbit was a lionhead and he’s evil so there’s that.

mini lop: my first breeding rabbits were mini lops and they have a special place in my heart. but i went with french over minis cos Big Chungus.

mini rex: take a rex and make it small and able to produce peanuts. 5/10 not enough fur

mini satin: i have only ever handled one and it was enough for me! awful awful little creatures but very nice fur.

netherland dwarf: disgOSTINgly cute but oversaturated and also dwarfs. sorry.

new zealand: yep that’s a rabbit

palomino: it’s a rabbit but YELLOW. apparently the breed joel salatin breeds but his are all vm-y and he THROWS AWAY THE FURS i hate it. idk they’re cute i guess.

polish: it’s small alright

rex: supermodel of rabbits but wow is showing them the worst. rex people think they’re better than everyone else and it’s very tiring. so good for touching though. pelts sell for good prices.

rhinelander: very good 10/10 if they weren’t hard to find i’d consider them as well if i were gonna go for a runner

satin: considered getting into them but decided not to. the white ones look like they peed on themselves :(

satin angora: we have one and i have no complaints except that it makes wool

silver: someone apparently breeds them around here and it’s neat that chestnut is a colour they come in considering every other silver breed is like NO AGOUTI ONLY SELF

silver fox: this is the rabbit literally every homesteader has now and i don’t get it. they’re pretty and big but what a waste of good pelts by raising them for meat only. anyway they only come in one official colour (with the three general self colours in COD) so i find them boring otherwise. i can’t tell ours apart at all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

silver martin: never seen one in person but they’re pretty. silver fox ppl hate them cos they “don’t even have a real silvering gene. they’re just chinchilla otters.”

standard chinchilla: WHY DO WE HAVE THREE OF THESE

tan: smaller than anticipated, but very pretty. why don’t more breeds have this colour. what even IS this colour. is it related to otter? IS it otter just without white? i’m intrigued

thrianta: photos really do not do that colour justice. kinda boring cos they only come in red but boy is it RED.

velveteen lop: technically still in COD but my opinion is the same as english lop. i don’t like their faces or the ears, sorry.

#vincedakota #long post //#cecile posts #disclaimer i love all rabbits i just love some more than others

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sunflowerinc · 5 years

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Medicine Tour Part 3

Show Time

-Kellin would pop out from behind the curtain every now & then to watch the first 2 openers and I just couldn’t take my eyes off him;;;;;;; I know I’m supposed to be focusing on the performance, but it’s not often that I get to see my Boy irl & I won’t miss a single opportunity that I’m presented with! 😂

-It was lovely to see Point North again, all of their songs are bops & watching them perform Into The Dark with Kellin was amazing!! Belmont was super cool as well, the Medicine Tour rly had a god tier lineup huh🤘

-Set It Off gave a killer performance as always, dem boys were on fire!!! The crowd popped tf off & Cody was absolutely living for it, he said Atlanta was the best show of the tour so far 😈 Love that for us!

-They opened with Lonely Dance, which made me extra happy bc 1) it’s one of my favorite songs and 2) I kept thinking back to earlier in the day when I showed Maxx the video of me playing it 😎 My Rights!!!!

-I held up part of Cody’s leg for a bit when he stood on top of everyone + crowdsurfed 🤙

-At one point, Justin straight up. Does a split??? While he’s playing the bass?!?! I’m like;;;;;; Wig ok, u frickin legend

-Nick tossed me a guitar pick & I almost caught it,,,, luckily the security guy handed it to me 8’) I almost caught one of Justin’s picks too, but alas;;; me arms too short 😔🤙

-Jack came over to smile & wave at me while he was playing the guitar just like he did in Tampa last October!!! It made me so soft, I’m fuckin Love the boy :D

-Kellin gave the most beautiful speech leading into Better Off Dead, which made me hella emo like it always does. I wish I could remember more of what he said, but the words that keep ringing through my mind are “choose to live” which I’m sure is no mere coincidence + what I needed to hear most in my current state.

-Furthermore: he sang the lyrics “She doesn’t know she’s beautiful, cause no one’s ever told her so/And the demons that she hides, are all she knows” directly to me while I sang them right back. The look in his eyes made me feel so understood/acknowledged, it seemed as if to tell me that he knew about the pain I kept inside. We definitely had a Moment™️ there n it was very special 🥺

-When it was time to sing Happy Birthday to Jack, his wife Lauren brought out the cake (which the boys then planned to throw a bunch of pieces into the crowd 😝)

-The 2 acoustic songs they played during the set just so happened to be some of my all time favorites: With Ears to See & Eyes to Hear + their cover of Iris!!! MY FUCKIN RIGHTS

-During the middle part of Iris, Kellin started playing tricks on us waving his arms as we tried to follow along. He would move slowly...then speed up all of a sudden! He did it again, & once more after that....but the last time, he abruptly stopped waving to flip the bird 🤣 silly boy!

-They played So Many of my favorite songs man, I had Rights for Days

-Had a fuckin blast going feral to Blood Lines once again, singing at the top of my lungs & head banging like there was no tomorrow

#medicine tour #sleeping with sirens #set it off #my show #life and things #story time #the bullets are in no particular order; sorry if things seem all over the place #i just wrote stuff as it came to mind #hope i remembered everything i wanted to include here

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boarix · 5 years

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Wraith in the Ruins: A Fallout 4 Story Part XVI

Who We Are

Trigger Warnings: Canon violence/language/drug, alcohol and gun use. Suggestive content.

Bloody Mess Warning!

Game spoilers!

Please enjoy!

“Attention Tenpines, this is General Wraith. Captain Danse’s patrol is to hold position there. I repeat; the long patrol from Sanctuary is to remain in Tenpines until further notice! Do you read?!”

“Transmission received; however the patrol has left. Do you copy? General?”

Wraith stood frozen as her field of vision narrowed to single point to the east. The radio operator’s urgent questions growing dim then silent as the rushing, roaring reverberations of fear and rage filled her ears.

“General?”

Infamy was frustrated.

The plan had been to take out the largest of the two adults then set the herd on the other while Atom’s Assassin made short work of the child. A swift and easy kill, it would allow them to move on to MacCready and minimalize the loss of the ferals.

Infamy was misinformed.

Expertly trained, Shaun was far and away from an easy kill. Ignoring the cut on his hand, his priority was helping MacCready. But before he could, Shaun decided that the glowing one, leering and taunting before him, needed to be dealt with first.

Rad-X… need Rad-X…

Normally while facing an opponent, Infamy could tune into visual cues that would allow them to predict when and where the next attack would come. But there was something different about this child; his whole presence suddenly changed to what could only be described as absolute stillness.

Infamy was intrigued.

The ghoul charged him as soon as Shaun reached for the chem pocket on his bandolier. Allowing the glowing one to close the distance he deflected their blade and twisted away trying to trip them as they passed. Just as the weapons came together, his opponent sent a small burst of radiation down their arm, directly into his face.

When the child dropped to the ground, his Pip-boy Geiger counter ticking wildly, Infamy had a passing notion that this might be a short fight after all. Triumph turned to dismay as Shaun slashed their ankle in an attempt to sever their Achilles tendon. Rolling a few feet away then vaulting back to his feet, the youth turned back to Infamy, his face expressionless.

“Back where we started? Is that what you think? Won round two?! Oh very good, little boy. But, mine will heal in a blink… your irradiated wound will take much, much longer though. Hmm? Yes, that’s right; poison, poison, poison. Hehe.”

A sudden, agonized scream from the cliffside indicated Dogmeat had found Danse’s shooter and the ferals were beginning to dwindling as MacCready overcame them.

Infamy was in trouble.

In the space of a blink Shaun flicked his wrist and a small throwing knife flew toward the ghoul. Using the distraction he dashed to his fallen rifle. Rather than stoop to retrieve it, he hooked the strap with his boot and spun it up his body while simultaneously sheathing his bayonet; turning and firing twice into Infamy’s central mass as soon as the weapon was in his hands.

Answering an unspoken call, the few remaining ferals disengaged from MacCready and sprinted to the assassin. The glowing one, who had been hunched over the wounds on their torso, suddenly lifted their head and threw back their shoulders, casting out an enormous blast of radiation. Pushed to the ground, Shaun was unable to fire again and the collective escaped into the brush. Staggering to his feet, he prepared to pursue, but MacCready’s call stopped him.

“Shaun! RadAway, NOW!”

His vision blurred, he fumbled with the snaps, “I… don’t… are you…”

MacCready screaming his name was the last thing he heard before the dirt rushed up to meet him and the world turned to black.

He couldn’t see.

Pain. So, so much pain. Breathing hurts… where? What happened to me? What was I doing?

He couldn’t feel his leg.

Is it gone?! No… it’s underneath… I can feel blood… Why CAN’T I SEE?!

All he could hear was ringing.

If I call, will anyone hear me? I think… need… a medic. I… I need…

“Elder Maxson… Arthur? Haylen! Rhys! Are you there?!”

Where is my armor?! Am I still on the Prydwen? Did… did she fall?!

“Can anyone hear me?! I… I need help… please…”

“Open your eyes for me, kiddo.”

MacCready’s voice seemed far away.

“Please, buddy.”

“RJ… you’re squeezing my hand too tight.”

Shaun could feel strong arms gently embrace him and then soft shaking as MacCready’s fear was broadcast through his touch.

“You scared me half to death, kid.”

“Danse!” Lurching to his feet, Shaun lost his balance and had to rest against MacCready, “Ugh, it’s so dark. How long was I out? We have to go look for him!”

“You took a pretty heavy, direct hit. You’ve been out for almost an hour.” Holding him at arm’s length, MacCready’s brow was furrowed; he knew Shaun wouldn’t like what he was about to say, “I’m taking you back to Tenpines…”

“NO!” Wrenching himself free, he pointed accusingly, “I know you don’t like him, but he��s our friend! We can’t just leave him! He needs our help! He may still be alive…”

“Or he’s not.” Shaun’s shocked and angry expression made MacCready hate himself, “I never said I was going to abandon anybody. Dogmeat will stay. You are still sick. You need help. Right now you’re alive and right in front of me. You are the priority.” He lifted his chin, “The faster we get to Tenpines the faster I’m back out here, with a Minutemen medic, looking for our friend.”

Finally noticing the pain and fatigue in MacCready’s voice, Shaun switched on his Pip-boy lamp and took a closer look at him, “OH MY GOD… YOUR EAR!”

“Ow! I can still hear out of it, ya know.”

Wraith had modded a new duster for MacCready and so in spite of being chewed and clawed at by a baker’s dozen of feral ghouls, none of his injuries were life threatening. His face had suffered some minor bruises and scratches but the thing that was really pissing him off was his ear.

“Don’t tell me how much is left… fu… frickin’ monster bit me…” Turning away from the light he set a brisk pace north, “And no, I don’t want a stimpak or gauze or… it’s fine, just let it bleed.”

Wordlessly, Shaun put the rejected aid back in his pockets and followed.

He’s… he’s such a badass!

Wraith, Hancock and Curie were sprinting to Tenpines. Flanked by the Gáe Bulg Hounds (including Strong), all three were wearing Heavy Dragoon armor, packed to the gorget with as much heavy-duty ordinance and medical equipment as possible. Having little to no information on the size and firepower of Infamy’s force, Wraith was leaving nothing to chance. This wasn’t a time for stealth.

The Calvary was on their way.

“MacCready, I want to find him as much as you do, but I don’t think climbing down a cliff in the dark is… safe.”

“I didn’t ask for your stupid opinion, Jesse. I told you to come over here and hold a flashlight!”

After leaving Shaun in the care of the Tenpines settlers, MacCready, the settlement’s head medic Varsha and two Minutemen ran back to Dogmeat. They found the canine sitting on the cliff’s edge, whining while looking down to where Danse had fallen.

“It’s fine, Jesse. Just do as he says.” Varsha tied a rope to a nearby tree stump, “Louie, I want the rest of the lines and the block and tackle secured from those trunks over there and we should weight test them before we climb down. Captain Danse is a large man and one way or another he’s coming back up the cliff with us. We’ll use the walkie once he’s secure.”

MacCready froze when they reached him.

“Oh… I’m very sorry MacCready… I know you were friends.”

It didn’t seem real.

“I’d understand if you don’t want to help me, but if you wouldn’t mind keeping your flashlight on…”

“He’s not dead.”

“MacCready… he… look at him…”

“He. Is. Alive.”

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Danse’s chest rose and fell as he breathed.

“Well, holy shit!”

Curie practically flew around Tenpines’ small clinic. Setting up for surgery without the benefit of triage was frustrating her. After sanitizing her hands and the various medical equipment, for perhaps the eleventh time, she felt the tears start.

“Sacrebleu, I had best get this out of my system…”

Wraith had gone outside and was stomping around the settlement in her power armor; her laps an attempt to calm the roaring in her ears.

“Wraith… sure as yer goin’ to wear out yer core…”

“I know, Cait. I know, but the sound is very satisfying… Shaun’s lucky I haven’t been carrying him around with me…”

“Ye knowin’ that’d embarrass the shite out of him?”

“GrrrrraARRRRRAH! How could I be so stupid?!” Deciding that it was too late at night and she was being too loud, she exited the armor and waved to Strong, “This isn’t working! Come on Strong; let’s go punch some trees down.”

“ALPHA HAS THE BEST PLAN!”

“Stop it! You stupid… How are you even awake?! Quit fighting me, man!”

Danse was partially conscious and was hindering all attempts to secure him to the backboard. As severe as his injuries were, he was still strong enough that MacCready and the medic were worried that strong-arming him might cause further damage.

“Who’s there? Where is Scribe Haylen? I have to return… Cutler… I’ll never forgive you!”

“Danse, it’s MacCready!” Wincing sympathetically, he used a boot to hold down an arm so he could secure a strap, “Snap out of it!”

Varsha frowned at his tactics, “Easy! He’s concussed and delirious…”

“I could see his stupid SKULL; I KNOW HE’S…”

“For fuck’s sake, stop yelling! Though I doubt he can hear you… or see you…”

Hardly daring to believe it, MacCready passed his flashlight back and forth in front of Danse’s eyes. There was no discernable reaction. Staring hard at the blood stain, which grew ever larger, on the bandages wrapped around the large man’s head, his voice was a soft whisper, “Is Curie going to be able to patch a hole that big?”

Varsha took it to be a rhetorical question. Stepping back, she shown her light back up the cliff face, “We are going to need to somehow guide him up… he can’t afford any more bruises.”

“Of course I know about Elder Lyons! Get out of my face… I can’t stand the way they look at me! Why do they make me sad?!” Danse’s eyes filled with tears and he gasped as they spilled down his cheeks, “I had to kill you! Don’t you understand?! You were my brother!”

MacCready didn’t know how Danse was suffering, but he could see that it was more than physically. Shocked to feel tears of his own, he cleared his throat, “We… You should ride up with him and I’ll help pull. Keep the walkie on and you can yell at us if we’re too fast.”

Varsha shook her head, “Now that I’m looking… Grinding over the rocks… I don’t know if the ropes will hold.”

“MacCready, you there?”

“That sounded like Hancock…” Simply hearing the ghoul’s voice, crackling through the walkie-talkie, sent a wave of relief through him, “So the Calvary has arrived, huh?”

“That’s no joke! Look, I should be able to hold the pulley out away from the cliff. I’ll be a crane so we can haul up the Cap’n plus one. Case one of ya wants to guide him over bumps.”

“I’m not sure taking that much Buffout is wise, Mr. Mayor.”

“…I’m in power armor, kids. Let’s hurry it up! Chafes somethin’ terrible…”

When MacCready reached the group he couldn’t help the semi-hysterical laugh that tumbled from him, “What are you wearing?!”

Bright Nuka-Cola red with the words “Justice and Liberty for All” emblazed in gold above the Dragoon’s standard, Hancock’s power armor was a sight to behold.

“What, ya don’t like it?” Sweeping his arms out wide, he somehow managed an elegant turn, “Danse modded it just for me. Though, I don’t use it much ‘cause the… cockpit don’t cut it, ya feel me?”

“Yeah, I feel you.”

The sun had made its way well into the sky before Curie and her medical team emerged from surgery. Weary and bloodstained, the doctor sank into a chair. With the Tenpines clinic being as small as it was Danse’s worried friends were taking turns waiting in the anteroom. Hancock was on duty and he rose from his own chair to offer her a container of water.

“So, how’s our boy doin’?”

“He is still critical. If I could, I would have him in an ICU. He will need additional blood… I was able to save his leg but mon ours will need knee-replacement surgery, much like madame and her shoulder. He has multiple broken ribs and…” Trailing off, she had brought a hand to her forehead but now held it away from her, staring at the bloodstains in horror, “These conditions are unacceptable! I need the equipment in my own surgery and I needed to have had the modified memory lounger online… The pressures on his optic nerves might abate…” Standing now, she stared at her palms while tears streamed down her face, “I cannot save him here! I cannot move him from here! I must save MON AMOUR!”

Hancock embraced her, “Stop, Baby Bird! He’s strong and so are you!” He held her tightly for a moment before easing her back to her seat. When he spoke his tone had dramatically changed from his normal gruff mean-street slang to something closer to a parent, “You are overdone right now and you need to shut your eyes and rest. Varsha has a chart on him, correct? She and I will monitor him. Wraith and Shaun will hold his hands. There are people here who love you both and will be here the whole time to help you.” He waited until she nodded, “Rest now, fight again later.”

Despite the risks involved it was clear that Danse would have to be moved to Sanctuary. The settlement brahmin were sweet and docile but neither were trained wear a harness, let alone to pull a cart. And while Wraith was certain she was strong enough to carry him, his bulk would be awkward for her to hold over the distance. While Wraith redressed MacCready’s ear wound, Shaun brainstormed with her on something that the more adaptable mutant hounds could pull.

“Their saddles don’t have the right… parts.” Shaun was hung-up on the idea that it had to be a wheeled vehicle, “He needs to ride as level and steady as possible.”

“OW! Wraith, I’m begging you, please stop!”

“Mac, if you’d stop pulling away from me… What about the power armor? Maybe…”

“STRONG WILL CARRY METAL MAN!”

Surprisingly, they hadn’t noticed the super mutants approach and so there was a collective flinch. Struck dumb, the group stared at him wordlessly.

“HUMANS BROKEN?!”

“Sorry Strong, ol’ buddy, just didn’t expect you to volunteer.”

“Don’t like it here. NO FIGHT! STRONG TAKE METAL MAN, THEN STRONG CAN GO BACK TO ROCKET AND WORK WITH BEAR-GHOUL.” He nodded to himself as if it was a unanimous decision.

“It might be too bumpy a ride, Strong.”

“ALPHA TRUST STRONG.” He drew his hand through the air in a steady line, “Strong smooth.”

“I think I might have lived my whole life just to hear that.”

“Mac…”

Strong indeed had the capacity for smoothness and the journey back to Sanctuary was nerve-wracking but ultimately uneventful. Wraith had sent a plea for assistance to Dr. Amari over Radio Freedom even before the group had left. And after returning, she arranged for the doctor’s escort, set about establishing contact with all emergency Minutemen patrols and went through a settlement radio check-in.

Islode was sympathetic, but had no more insight that was particularly helpful, “General, I have told you all that I know. Please allow me to return to my people.”

“I can only assume that she or they are watching the roads.” Wraith was grim, “Watching and waiting. You step one foot outside Sanctuary and you’re toast.”

“I have to believe she wouldn’t kill me. My own daughter…”

“So she has been acting in a manner that is completely normal for her then?” Dropping the diplomatic and formal tone, Wraith was sarcastic, “Totally sane and not fanatical or psychotic at all. Right. She’s predictable based off of past behavior.”

“You have every right to your wrath and your mistrust, but what is the point of keeping me here? If she were to kill me, then what would be the determent to you?”

“What… Islode, I know it may be hard for you to believe, but I am not a conqueror!” Rising from her office chair, she swept an arm through the air, “This is not my throne room. This is my office in my home. The Children are my neighbors. I am trying to cultivate a peaceful relationship with them and you are key to that process.”

“Holding me prisoner isn’t very peaceful.”

Arms falling to her side, she lowered herself slowly back to her seat, her green eyes twin lasers aimed directly at Islode’s, “Nor were the attacks on Kingsport Lighthouse.” Leaning back, she allowed her gaze to soften, “I don’t want you to die Mother Islode. I care about you as a person. You may leave any time that you wish, but you will have an armed escort.”

“I fear then that after you, Infamy will be set upon me and all potential for peace will have been shattered regardless.”

“Then I won’t let them get past me.”

All of her busy work was meant to take Wraith’s mind off the fact that in addition to the constant threat of attack; Danse had not woken up since Curie had administered the pre-op anesthetic.

“With Sturges’s assistance, I should have the lounger modified and we will get some nice images of Captain Danse’s brain soon.” Amari smiled and patted Curie’s shoulder, “His vitals are remarkably good, considering all he’s been through! He is breathing on his own and appears to have maintained limb sensitivity… You and he have both done very well, Dr. Curie.”

“Merci beaucoup, Dr. Amari. I…” Swallowing back tears, she lifted her chin, “We will not give up. We will fight.”

“If there is anything else you need Baby Bird…”

Sagging into her office chair, Curie placed a hand on her forehead and closed her eyes, “I feel that I am tied into knots! There are items that I was going to request of you before… They would have been useful now, but I cannot ask you to…”

“Ask! Please! I can’t help Danse directly like you can and I’m going bonkers; I’ve already re-organized my re-organizing and also double-checked my already-organized task lists and check lists!”

Laughing, Curie shook her head, “There is a difference between task lists and check lists?”

“I have to check-off my tasks, don’t I?”

Rising from her chair, she held her arms out for a hug, “Oh Madame, thank you for that.”

Wraith gently patted her back, “I’m glad I could make you laugh. In all seriousness though, what can I get for you?”

“I need a GC/MS, LC/MS/MS, HPLC a FID or even a GCD.”

“That’s… a lot of letters…”

“I have Institute technologies and a Biometric scanner that aid me in many, many things but data for therapeutic reference ranges… The research I am doing on new medications would be greatly enhanced by these machines.” She held out her hand, asking for Wraith’s Pip-boy, “I can give you a list and mark possible locations on your map.”

“Couldn’t I just, pick them up from your old lab?”

“Most of the remaining data and equipment in Dr. Collins’s lab has been scrapped by Vault Eighty-one’s residents. I had some of my students look into it a little while ago and I had hoped to have assistance from Dr. Cabot and Doctor… Virgil…”

“I should’ve helped you with that…”

“Madame has not spent all her time and efforts training us, either directly or securing teachers for us, to still do everything for us.” Realizing the irony of her words even as she handed Wraith back the Pip-boy, she frowned and sat motionless for a second, “Oh…”

“No take backs, Curie”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t beat them, grandma!”

Wraith was having Shaun help her get gear together to give him another opportunity to vent. She felt bad that she was leaving and wanted to give him as much one-on-one time as possible before she did.

“There is nothing to be sorry about! I know that you’re frustrated but please believe me when I say that you did a… awesome job fighting them off.” She grabbed his arms and gave him a gentle shake, “MacCready says that you were incredible!”

“Yeah, well, not incredible and awesome enough to help Captain Danse… or you.” He stuck his lip out, “I want to contribute! I want… to be a valuable team member.”

“Oh, honey.” She wrapped her arms around him, “Of course you helped us! You were able to fight off a assassin which gave Mac time to get free of the ferals. If… WHEN, we save Danse it’ll be because you fought for us.”

Burying his face into her embrace, his sullen reply was muffled, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not. You should be proud at how… multifaceted you are. You are a competent fighter as well as an engineer. You contribute! Just… hold off on being a warrior for a little while yet. At least until you’re taller than me.”

MacCready elected to stay in Sanctuary, explaining, rather unnecessarily, that he wanted to watch over his son. Although, Wraith had a suspicion that, due to how much time he spent walking past the clinic, he was also harboring feelings of guilt over Danse’s condition.

“Turrets, Minutemen, the Hounds, Dogmeat, Panther and Lloyd are fine and all, but there’s nothin’ quite as good as me.”

“And so modest too…”

“Hey man, I’m just stating the obvious.” A brief flash of doubt crossed his face and he hurried to cover it by turning from Hancock and kissing Wraith goodbye, “Where exactly are you two going anyway?”

The ghoul noticed his consternation, “No worries, MacCready. We are going to pop over to Med-Tek, maybe Medford Memorial and be back before you have to trim yer goatee!”

He favored him with a dramatic eye-roll before giving him a kiss as well, “Who’s worried? It’s not like every time she’s out of my sights, disaster falls.”

“Hey now! I’m not… that’s not… accurate…” Hands on her hips, she stuck her tongue out at him, “I don’t always get hurt!”

“I didn’t say the disasters befall you.”

“’Befall’, huh? Fancy.”

“I thought you’d appreciate.”

She extended her middle finger behind her as she turned away, “Love you.”

Med-Tek was a surprising bust. Most of the equipment had been smashed either by the ferals or the slowly decomposing building. And although they were able to acquire some hardware components with the idea that Curie may be able to build the devices herself, there were no whole, undamaged machines.

“I really thought that we’d find everything here.” Failing to mask her frustration she kicked at a block of fallen debris, “I was itching to be out doing something, but now I’m anxious being away.”

“I know what you mean… not exactly a fun adventure this time.”

Wraith was elbow deep in the ruins of a machine a few moments later but turned her head to look at Hancock when she heard odd crunching and smacking sounds, “Are you feeding them?!”

“Yeah, they keep looking at me like their beggin’.”

“What are you feeding them?”

“Just some Crisps…”

As they had fought their way through the facility, as would sometimes happen near Wraith, three of the feral ghouls had come to their aid and subsequently followed them through the building to the research lab. Hancock had dubbed the trio Larry, Moe and Curly. Wraith shook her head as he tossed them another handful. He reminded her of an old man, sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” She came to flop into a chair next to him, suddenly sad and tired, “You have to make sure everyone gets fed.”

“I gotta be me… I can’t be right for somebody else, if I’m not right for me, I gotta be free, I’ve gotta be free.”

After turning himself into a ghoul, Hancock’s voice had changed and it troubled him deeply. For a time his singing hobby was shelved and it wasn’t until he began traveling with Wraith that he felt the compulsion again. She admitted that she had no frame of reference but assured him that despite its growling edge, his voice was remarkably compelling. On those rare occasions that he did sing now, his newfound joy was in her enjoyment.

“Heh, look. The Stooges like my howling too.”

All three of the ferals had stopped shoveling Crisps into their faces and were sitting at rapt attention.

“Maybe we’ll start a band…”

Wraith chuckled, kissed his cheek and went back to looking for parts, “Medford has extensive labs that were surprisingly intact the last time I was there but they have something I really don’t want to deal with.”

“Mutants… I thought you cleared ‘em out for Garvey.”

“I have. Twice.” She casually flipped over a filing cabinet, “Last reports have a new batch that have set-up there.” She twirled her wrist, “Just how Mac and I cleared all the ferals here, yet here we are lighter in ammo and heavy in gore.”

“And richer in friends.”

“Oh, noooo. I’m sorry but those three will have to stay here.” She was surprised that Hancock actually looked sad, “It’ll be safer… for them.”

“Have you given any more thought to this Mother’s Favored One bit?”

“Any more thought?” Her tone was harsh, “How about none?”

“None thought, huh?” He gestured to the ferals, “You appear to have more clout with my cousins than most.”

“As you said, I gotta be me. And that ain’t me.”

“How about that… you being… being my wife bit?” His voice was soft and fearful.

Abandoning the rubble, Wraith moved to Hancock and bent at the waist with her hands on her knees so she could look directly into his eyes, “Did you just purpose to me?”

“I… dunno… I’ve… I can’t get free of what mom Atom said.” The normally brash and brazen ghoul was humble, “Would you? I mean, I understand if you don’t wanna put labels on it.” His laugh was forced, “Heh, I know you and MacCready‘ve been married before so…”

“All I know is that I love you both dearly. We should talk to Mac, but I honestly don’t think he’d object. If you want to get married then… let’s do it!”

The joy on Hancock’s face made Wraith’s heart hurt. Both teared up as he stood and swept her into his arms. He twirled her around before the two settled into a deeply passionate kiss. They soon broke it off when they noticed the ghoul trio had shuffled closer. It was almost as if the ferals thought they might have to intervene on Wraith’s behalf.

“Can we have a big party? Like Nicky?”

“Sure, Hancock. Big party.”

“Invite everybody?”

“Sure; everyone we know.”

“So… the Stooges…”

“No, Hancock.”

“… send them some aid?”

Deacon wasn’t listening. Recently, a synth had passed through Underworld who looked so much like Wraith that it had twisted his insides and fogged his mind. Even now, during an important meeting, as soon as her name came up, his mind went someplace else. Back to when he first realized he was in trouble. Back when his greatest lie was that he hadn’t fallen in love with her.

They had stopped in an abandoned house between Railroad missions and Wraith was making them dinner. She had her Pip-Boy tuned to Diamond City Radio and was humming along; off-key of course. She had removed her heavy armor pieces and was in long john pants and a t-shirt. He had gently ribbed her on the quality of her performance, but instead of getting mad she had smiled at him and began dancing and singing to the ladle as if it were a microphone.

He was utterly entranced.

I don’t want us to just be… this. I want to dance with her. I want to… I want to make love to her and hold her in my arms after.

“Harley!” Nyx made a grab for his sunglasses, “Are you asleep? Please fucking pay attention!”

“Sorry, Boss.” Evading her swipe, he leaned back in his office chair and brought his arms up behind his head in a big, fake stretch, “I’m really tired. Fawkes and me have been practicing our synchronized swimming routine… huge competition coming up…”

Nyx’s mouth twisted in an attempt to hide a smile triggered by the ridiculous image her brain concocted, “Not funny. What’s the last thing you heard?”

“Uh…”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Oh my fucking… To recap; we have reports that Infamy has been hired to attack Minutemen settlements. So far there has been minimal damage, however…”

“The General can take care of it…”

“However…” Nyx’s voice softened, “We have it on good authority, that Danse has been killed.”

Deacon’s insides went cold.

“With Wraith involved, there is a chance that agent Governor and the Commonwealth branch may come under threat as well. So I’ll ask again; should we send our expert on Infamy? Should we send them aid?”

“We have a Infamy expert?”

The four super mutants milling around in front of Medford Memorial looked particularly nasty.

“I’m less then excited to engage…”

“Your report say anything that might make this easier? I’m all for runnin’ in with guns ablaze, but we don’t know how many more there are and it’s like you said, we are lower on ammo than when we started this hike.”

“Just that their alpha… Hmm…”

“Whatcha got for me?”

Wraith took Hancock by the arms, kissed him fiercely and stared into his eyes, “Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely.”

To the ghoul’s utter shock Wraith popped up out of their hiding spot and marched confidently toward the enemy.

“I CHALLENGE GOREKNUCKLE FOR ALPHA!”

The reaction was shared by the mutants and they stood with mouths agape. Wraith was less than 20 feet from them when one finally managed to corral enough brain cells for a response.

“STUPID HUMAN! GONNA EAT YOU!”

“HA! WEAK MUTANT WORDS FROM… A WEAK… shit…uhhh… BLEEDER!”

To Hancock’s relief, the mutants seemed just as confused as he was and none were even reaching for their weapons. Jogging out after her, he decided he should play herald. “Not just any human; Wraith, General of the Minutemen, Wraith-the-Undying, Death-in-the-Shadow, The Fog Walker, Grinder of the Bucket Heads, Alpha of Strong, Slayer of Fist, Conqueror of Swan and Deathclaw’s Bane!”

Standing as tall as possible she set her hands on her hips and laughed maniacally, “BWAAAHAHAHAHAHA! Bring me to your alpha; if he isn’t too scared…”

Setting their brutish heads together, the group discussed whether or not it might be worth having an ear literally chewed off for granting the crazy human’s request. In the end, the general consensus was that they were bored, and this was… something. Even if they didn’t fully grasp what it was.

“STUPID HUMAN FOLLOW GUT BAG!”

At first glance, outside of a slight yellow cast to his skin, Goreknuckle seemed much like any other super mutant. But his eyes held intelligence and his voice was relatively soft, “THIS IS STRANGE, HUMAN. IT’S NOT SMART TO COME HERE. BROTHERS SAY YOU CHALLENGE ME FOR ALPHA. THAT’S STUPID.”

“So, you don’t accept? Afraid I’d win?” Wraith folded her arms to hide her shaking hands, “I don’t blame you; I’m really scary.”

The alpha’s sudden, bombastic laughed surprised them all, “HA! YOU’RE FUNNY. OKAY, STUPID HUMAN. I WILL LET YOU CHALLENGE ME.” He gave her a sly smile, “WE ARM WRESTLE!”

“Perfect… except my forearm isn’t long enough. How about a thumb war instead?”

“Uhhh, Alpha Wraith? Quick word?”

Wraith let the ghoul lead her away from the group, “Problem?”

His eyes briefly narrowed as his head twitched sideways, “You seriously gonna wrestle a green skin?”

“Strong has never beaten me.”

Hancock’s dark eyes widened and then he flashed her a sultry smile, “I want you so bad right now.”

“Not in front of the mutants, dear.”

The battle was to take place in the operating theater so that the entire pack could watch as their mighty alpha crushed a puny, stupid human in an epic… children’s game. Wraith suggested the venue to count the packs numbers. She was happy to see they only had 7 mutants counting Goreknuckle.

She could work with that.

The dramatic contrast of size as the combatants squared up was as comical as the contest itself. Sitting cross-legged on the surgical table, Wraith appeared calm and unconcerned as a seated Goreknuckle loomed over her.

Hancock and Gut Bag stood behind their respective alphas and made threating gestures at each other.

“Do you know the rules?”

“GOREKNUCKLE KNOWS.”

“Winner is alpha.”

“GOREKNUCKLE KNOWS!”

“Say it. Unless you’re too… yellow.”

“GRRRAHHHHHHAAAA! WINNER IS ALPHA OF GOREKNUCKLE PACK!”

“Oh! Hey, can you count? Cause we’re supposed to chant…”

“GOREKNUCKLE KNOWS!”

Wraith pinned him in a half second.

It was so shockingly anticlimactic that the entire room went completely silent.

As intelligent as he was, the alpha quickly degenerated into a wild beast and “broke the rules” by roaring in Wraith’s face and attempting to shake himself free. When he found he couldn’t move his arm he brought his other to bear, swinging it about in a ferocious punch. Jumping slightly, Wraith caught his forearm between her legs and rolled, twisting his limbs together painfully and locking them with her knees. Remembering that he could stand up, the alpha brought his arms and Wraith high into the air before smashing them onto the steel table.

Hancock flinched, “You okay?! That one looked like it stung…”

Wraith snarled in response before twisting herself free, ripping the alpha’s arms clean off as she did.

Goreknuckle was not unlike a lawn sprinkler as he spun away; a great spray of blood coating his fellow pack-mates who had the unfortunate luck of sitting in the splash zone.

Wraith roared at the mutants triumphantly, bringing the disembodied arms above her head and waving them around like pennants at a ball game, “GRRRAAHAAAAA! I am your ALPHA! You are the Pack of the Wraith now!”

It only took a second for the mutants’ eyes to shift from disbelief to murder.

An expert at reading an audience, Hancock tossed a grenade into the seats. After a couple of clean-up shots with his shotgun the room was secure. Wraith was still on the table when he circled back around; staring at Goreknuckle who remained standing even after death.

“He’s like a Venus de Milo…”

Hancock laughed, “You okay?”

“I hurt my butt.”

“HA! It’s just like MacCready said; disaster! You want some Med-X?”

“Yes please.”

Hancock helped her down and passed her the chem, “What would you have done if they’d gone for it?”

“I’m sure I would have thought of something… they could have helped us today; Curie also needs nitrogen and helium tanks to run her alphabet machines.”

“Oh, I see how it is! It’s perfectly fine for you to bring six super mutants home, but I’m not even allowed three small feral ghouls!”

Wraith giggled, “Can you imagine… us coming back with… No, I knew it wasn’t going to work. I took me a long while to earn Strong’s respect. And he’s more receptive to new ideas than most mutants I’ve met.”

“So you saw seven super mutants and thought ‘I can take ‘em’?” Hancock wrapped his arms around her, gore and all, “And people call me a monster.”

“I gotta be me.”

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