#thi is so silly but sometimes. i can’t help but think

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

wonder how many of my mutuals (besides everyone in the server) (you should all join the server btw it’s Fun In There) have simply Guessed my f/o . are you reading my posts with a Guy in mind already? do you All Know and you’re just humoring me by pretending not to? an interesting theory .

[retroellie]

Twisted Game

Summary: After the prison collapses, you and Daryl are stuck on the road. After chugging down some moonshine a game of "Never have i ever" turns into a night you'll never forget.

A/N: I've had this in my drafts for weeks, i finished it up all today so it might be choppy. But this shit was the horniess thing i have ever written God damn. Also, the way this gif has a choke hold on me, HIS TUMMY, i simply cannot.

Warnings: NSFW, Loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Oral sex, dirty talk and squirting

Word count: 6.9K

“So you understand the game now?” You asked the man sitting across from you.

He gave you a look, blue eyes boring into your skin as you raised your brow to him. You had butterflies in your stomach, whether that was because you were sitting across from a beautiful man or it was the moonshine kicking In. He hesitated, knowing this game could end up in hurt feelings or you being completely grossed out about his redneck life. Opening up to people wasn’t Daryl’s strong suit.

“Fine…” he mumbled.

You guys had been on the road for days, only stopping to set up camp to rest and cook your squirrels or whatever Daryl had hunted for y’all. You missed your family, your family that you wouldn’t even look at twice before all this but yet they were the closest people to you. Daryl was unfortunately a part of that little family but he made you feel like a burden, he was never your favorite person ever but at this moment he was.

He was the only one left to you, he was the only person left of your entire fucked up family you had. You had broken down so many times, crying at night hoping Daryl didn’t hear… he always did. He wasn’t too good at feelings so he never said anything but he wanted to. But here y’all were now, sipping on moonshine after Daryl had picked it out for you. He thought maybe it would take your mind off things… if it ever will be taken off your mind.

“Okay great!! I’ll start!” You said, smiling wildly as you thought about what you’d say.

You were usually well reserved, never really opening up to anyone but carol and maybe Rick at times. But you were tipsy, the moonshine burning low into your stomach and you were let loose. If someone were to tell you that you would be in an abandoned trailer with moonshine in your hand next to a pretty redneck?? You’d laugh in their face.

“I’ve never…. Drank before… I mean besides this.” You said, smirking over at Daryl.

Daryl rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his moonshine before putting it back down. It amazed you how he didn’t even make a face when he downed it, he’s definitely used to drinking you thought.

“Okay… it’s your turn!” You said

Daryl thought, there’s not much he hasn’t done so this is trying to rack his brain to find out something you have done that he hasn’t… It was hard.

“I never read a book and enjoyed it…” he said

This caused you to chuckle lightly, it was silly that he’d hadn’t enjoyed a book ever… completely opposite of you, books helped you get through the day sometimes.

“Really?? Like never?” You asked

He nodded, letting a smirk on his face at your reaction. He didn’t like you too much but he can’t deny your beauty, especially your smile.. You brought your cup up to your lips and took a swig. You tried to not make a face, trying to mimic what Daryl did but you couldn’t… this shit tasted awful.

“Yuck.. I’ve never liked drinking…” you joked, sticking your tongue out and shivering.

“It ain’t for everyone… I just like the buzz.” He said, sipping on his moonshine willingly. You gagged jokingly.

“Yeah… I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this shit.” You said, trying to swallow down the burning sensation as it creeped down your throat.

You guys went back and forth for a bit, Daryl saying something he hasn’t done which caused you to drink and then you saying something you haven’t done causing Daryl to drink. It’s funny how a simple game could bring you two closer together which honestly allowed you to ease up and just sit back for a minute. You weren’t thinking any thoughts but what you haven’t done in your life, it really made you think about how you honestly haven’t really lived.

You liked seeing Daryl smile, you’ve never really been able to see that smile of his but now you were addicted to it. You found yourself cracking stupid jokes just go see it and honestly, this might be the moonshine talking, you couldn’t help the dull ache that it created deep within you.

“Okay hmmm I’ve never…” you thought once again… thinking of any embarrassing thing you haven’t done.

You don’t know what came over you but you just blurted the first thing that came into your head, it was strange… like the moonshine was taking over. Your lips had become loose, not able to control them because you were far too gone for that now.

“I’ve never had sex” you were surprised you even said it and it kinda grossed you out.

You were definitely not yourself right now, you would never willingly say that to anyone. You weren’t ashamed of it but it can be a little embarrassing due to the fact you’re in your 20s and still a virgin. It’s not that you didn’t want to or you were actively trying to not have sex, it’s just something that never crossed your mind ever when you were with a person. You’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends, all of them have tried but you always told them you weren’t ready for it.

You looked up at Daryl, seeing that his facial expression never changed… but instead he lifted his cup to his lips and chugged down his moonshine.

“Sorry I…” you started, not able to finish before Daryl asked a hard hitting question.

“Why not?” He asked, setting his cup down.

You were surprised Daryl even continued the game after that, it was all fun and games… no gross shit until you brought that up. You were embarrassed, wishing you never said anything but honestly intrigued about what Daryl would say about the subject.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, staring down into your moonshine glass. “I've just never been interested enough in someone to do it…”

You looked up at Daryl, making sure he was paying attention to you before you went on. He was staring at you with a different look in his eyes than usual, it wasn’t his usual hard stare he gave everyone. It was softer but still with the same hardness, his pupils were bigger… almost black as he bore them into your skin. When you say you weren’t yourself right now, you meant it. Without even having to rack out your courage from your brain, you looked daryl right in the eyes.

“Until now…” you confessed which created an even deeper ache within you.

Daryl’s eyes stayed on you, not flinching or moving off of you… not even once. You thought maybe he didn’t hear you at first and honestly deep down you wish he didn’t, you were embarrassed at your sudden neediness. Then you thought maybe he didn’t get your hint, maybe you were being too subtle about it. You hoped maybe he would be able to drop it so it would save the embarrassment but what you didn’t know was it lit something inside Daryl.

His blood ran cold when you said that, he watched as you gave him a clueless, innocent look as those filth covered words slipped out of your mouth. Daryl hated how childish you were, how cheery and how you were so optimistic about the world ending… yet he couldn’t shake the thought of you below him as you sucked his dick, he imagined you would be so sloppy with it. He could imagine your drool spill over his cock, making a mess out of yourself. His favorite day dream was you on your hands and knees in front of him as he rammed himself so deep inside you, his hands shoving you down into the pillow as you took his length like the whore you are… or the whore he thought you were.

You being a virgin struck a different feeling into Daryl, you had never been touched before and you never even wanted to be touched… except by Daryl. It was almost as if you waited for him, waited for him to take what was his. He just hates how it had to be this way, after losing everyone and getting drunk on moonshine but Daryl didn’t mind. Daryl had been waiting for this moment since he met you and knowing you’re a virgin was enough to send him off the edge.

“Take your shirt off…” was the only thing he said, suddenly you sobered up.

You were now hyper aware of everything happening in this moment. You could hear the walker outside, you could feel the carpet underneath you and how filthy it was, you could hear every breath that came out of Daryl… they were much deeper than before. You took a moment to let his words linger, making sure you heard him right but after a moment… you did what you were told.

You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, each button showing more and more skin to Daryl causing his breath to hitch. You heated up with every button, finally getting to the final one and then allowing your shirt to slide down your arms. You sat tall, watching Daryl’s eyes scan over your breast. Daryl sat there for a minute, just staring as your face began to heat up more than it already had been.

Then after a moment of hesitation, Daryl stood up and made his way over to where you sat on the floor. You could see how hard he was through his pants, his big cock standing to attention causing your mouth to water slightly.

“You really want this?” He asked, staring down at you as you sat on your knees like an obedient whore you thought you’d never become

You nodded violently, hands scratching at your thighs as you held back the need to touch him. Daryl just chuckled at your actions, running a hand through your hair, getting a good look at your innocence before he completely destroyed you.

“Then you're gonna have to work for it…” he grinned, taking his other hand so he could undo his belt slowly.

You were nervous to say the least, you had dreamed about this for months but it finally freaked you out. Not to mention you’ve never done anything like this, what if you weren’t good enough for him. You watched as he slowly undid his pants, watching as he went teasingly slow. When his pants were successfully undone, he pulled them down so they were down to his knees. You could see his cock straining against his boxers, you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together for some kind of friction.

Then Daryl shed the last piece of clothing that covered himself, pulling down his underwear which allowed his cock to spring free. You felt a whole world wind of emotions, excitement, nervousness and pleasure all running deep within your bones. He was much bigger than you expected, causing everything wrong to go through your brain. Will it fit? Is it going to rip you open? Will you be able to take him? Daryl saw your nervousness, giving you a reassuring scratch on the head.

“We don’t have to… we can stop now.” He said, lifting your head to look up at him.

He gave you the softest look you had ever seen him give anyone, his fingers danced along your chin as you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. You shook your head, readjusting yourself on your knees but really… you were trying to silence the ache that was affecting your entire body at this point.

“No… I mean, yes I want this I just..” you paused, biting your lip nervously. “I’ve never done this before… like any of it… I don’t know how.”

You tried to explain it the best you could, you thought you sounded stupid but Daryl knew what you meant. Daryl gave you a smirk, setting his hand on his dick as he slowly pumped it… you saw it twitch out of the corner of your eye. Daryl placed his hand back in your hair, not roughly, not trying to force your head down on him but it was comforting. His hand lightly scratched your scalp, trying to ease your nervousness.

“I’ll teach ya, ya can’t really mess it up so don’t worry.” He joked, even despite your nervousness you let out a chuckle.

You stood taller on your knees, coming face to face with his throbbing cock. You watched as Daryl thrusted his cock into his hand, watching as he set a slow pace for it. He engulfed his entire length in his hand, making sure to slide his fingers along the tip at times.

“Since you are a beginner, go ahead and start at the tip.” He spoke, watching as you looked up at him and then down at his cock once more.

You nodded, getting your lips wet as you opened your mouth and attached it to the pink flush tip. You saw a porno or two, seeing how the girls would give the tip kisses and tiny licks to tease the man. You started off making circles with your tongue on the tip, pulling off to set small kisses to it before going back. Daryl’s groans caused you to go a bit deeper, doing the same thing with the top of his cock.

“Good girl…” he groaned out, his hand in your hair giving you a reassuring scratch once again. “Now when ya think yer ready… hollow your cheeks and take as much as you can of me.”

You moaned at the pet name, loving the way he was talking you through it all. You started small once again, taking in small amounts of him. Your tongue went crazy on him, you weren’t quite sure what to do with it but it made his cock twitch in your mouth so you thought maybe you were doing it right. You bobbed your head up and down, each time you took more and more of him in your mouth.

You could feel Daryl tense up, you could see how hard he was trying to stop his hips from bucking… oh how he wanted to watch you choke and slobber all over his cock, but Daryl wasn’t that mean. Your first time was already going to be in a piss stained trailer, he might as well let you take your time with it. Daryl’s hand was now grabbing at your hair, which part of it was to help you bob your head up and down at a good pace, the other part was because your mouth just felt too good on him… he needed to grab something.

“Fuck… y/n, your doing so fucking good.” He moaned, you would have never guessed Daryl Dixon had such pretty moans.

You smiled on his cock, the praise was getting to your head slightly, you would even say it was causing you to get too big of a head. You attempted to take all of him all at once, you just wanted to make him feel good but you completely forgot about the fact you hadn’t done this before, you were still so new to it. You took your mouth almost all the way off before shoving his cock right down your throat, you gagged causing you to retract back from it.

“Woah there…” Daryl said, seeing how your eyes started to water slightly and your lips were rubbed raw from his cock. “Ya can’t take all of me… not yet at least, you have to start slow bunny.”

“I’m sorry…” you said pathetically, you had become so needy and the only thing you wanted to do was make Daryl feel good.

“ ‘s okay, you can try again if you want or we can stop.” He said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You looked down at Daryl’s spit covered cock, the ache in your cunt was too much to bear now. You didn’t want to continue but you needed to, it felt like you were out of oxygen in the stuffy room you had been in and the only thing that could ease that feeling was Daryl. Even through your embarrassment you wanted to make it up to Daryl and suck the life out of him.

You looked up into Daryl’s eyes, placing your mouth on his cock once more. You bobbed your head at the same pace you had been before, making sure to not take your eyes off Daryl as his eyes closed slightly. You were much slower  this time, taking in as much as you could, licking up the small vein that laid on the back of his cock. You tried this time to have a small head about it, not get too cocky so as to not embarrass yourself again.

You had gotten to the point where you couldn’t take anymore, Daryl’s hand in your hair wouldn’t let you go that far anymore. Although seeing you choke on his cock gave him a power rush, he would never make you do it if you couldn’t.

“If you can’t take much more, you can use your hands on the rest.” He stated, reaching for your hand and you gave it to him. He placed your hand on the base of his cock, the small section you could not fit in your mouth. “Keep it at the pace yer mouth is going… there ya go.”

You were doing great so far or at least you thought. His cock felt comfortable in your mouth, although you wanted to go deeper, you wanted him all in your mouth but you knew what happened then. You watched as Daryl gripped into the table behind him, knuckles turning white as he had a violent grip on it. His head was thrown back, his nostrils flared as he tried to control his breathing. You liked what you were doing to him, how hard he had to keep himself contained. Who knew that you could do this to someone like Daryl Dixon.

“Doing so good y/n… fuck ‘m gonna cum..” he groaned, hand gripping harder at your scalp. “Gonna cum all over those tits…”

The idea excited you, the idea of you covered in Daryl’s cum, watching as he covered your tits with his seed. You picked up the already fast pace on his cock, taking him further into your mouth. He had gotten quite good at it, a little over half of his cock was fitted deep within your mouth and you could probably take in more if you really tried.

You could feel Daryl’s cock twitch more and more, his hips starting to buck into your mouth slightly, not enough to gag you on him but enough to feel in the back of your throat. You sucked harder, wanting to see how pretty he looked as he came especially when he came from you sucking his cock.

“Shit.. gonna cum…” he said once more, pulling you off of him with his hand and then placing his hand on his cock. “Pull your bra down… lemme see those pretty tits hm?”

You did as you were told, pulling your bra down so your tits were exposed to him. He gripped his cock harshly, starting his thrust at a fast pace as he looked down at you. Your eyes were lust blown and slightly teary, your mouth was wet with your own spit which had dribbled down onto your tits, your tits heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath. Daryl grunted as he thrusted into his hand, his hand that was in your hair reached down to grab one of your breasts.

He fondled it in his hand, he was delicate with it though. Pinching the skin softly as not to hurt you, but his hips snapped violently against his own hand. You watched as his face was engulfed by pleasure, watching as his orgasm took over his body. Daryl thrusted a few more times into his hands as his cock spilled his cum all over your tits, exactly where he said he was. He pumped himself through his orgasm, the ropes of cum landing perfectly on your tits. You were too busy watching as his face looked so angelic as he came on you, doing the most disgusting thing but still looking so pretty while doing it.

Daryl milked himself onto you, almost completely covering you with himself. Daryl slowly came down from his high, cock still throbbing as it became hard again. You could do nothing but watch, watch as Daryl literally lost his mind for 20 seconds and then became his composed self after.

“Good girl… you did good for me.” He breathed out, moving strands of your hair from your face so he can get a good look at you once again. You were so obedient to him, it turned Daryl on to the max. “You still want me to fuck you?”

You nodded, pressing your thighs together once again. The ache just wouldn’t go away without him fucking you, you couldn’t keep yourself contained anymore. If you had to beg Daryl to fuck you, you would in a heart beat. Daryl nodded down at you, looking around the trailer… for something.

“I’m not gonna fuck you on a dirty floor, I’ll go get a sheet for the couch.” He said, walking back into the trailer. Leaving you there with his cum coating your tits.

You were so ready, you didn’t think you could be this ready for anything but you were. You tried to sit still but you couldn’t, you fidgeted on your knees trying to keep yourself from touching yourself then and there. Your nervousness nowhere to be seen, you were suddenly sober and ready for the pretty redneck to go ram you into the floor.

“You ready?” Daryl said from behind you, you were so in your own head you didn’t even realize Daryl had sprawled and put a sheet on the couch already. You looked up at him, seeing him hold out his hand for you to grab.

You looked down at his hand and then back up at him, with a smile, you took his hand in yours. He helped you up onto your feet but that didn’t last long before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Daryl couldn’t help but chuckle at your eagerness but he didn’t try to stop you, no he just grabbed onto your hips and pulled you closer to him.

You slipped your tongue within his mouth, feeling every crevice of his mouth as his tongue fought with yours. As you were too busy trying to tongue fuck his mouth Daryl had walked you back onto the couch, knocking things off of tables as he did so. He laid you on the couch, your legs wrapped around him tightly. He supported himself with his arms but you pulled him down on top of you fully, wanting to feel his warmth in you as much as you could.

Daryl let it happen, letting you do whatever you needed to make yourself comfortable. Daryl snaked a hand down your body, creeping them into your pants and underwear as he slipped a finger through your slit. The sudden touch on your bundle of nerves caused you to gasp, no one had ever touched you there before and his rough hands had felt they were made for it. After Daryl had collected a good amount of slick on his fingers, he pulled it out of your pants and placed his fingers in his mouth.

“So wet… god can’t wait to fuck you.” He said, pulling you in for another kiss so you could taste yourself.

The makeout session didn’t take too long because as you were too lost in Daryl’s lips, he was pulling the rest of your clothing off along with his. When you had finally pulled away from his lips, you both were completely naked and your bodies were pressed together in one sticky and sweaty mess. Daryl looked down at you as he rubbed his cock between your slit, allowing himself to get as wet as possible.

“Are you ready for me bunny?” He asked, brushing your hair with his hands comfortably so you were feeling as safe as he could.

“I’m ready Daryl…” you whispered, pecking his lips softly.

Daryl loved how soft and sweet you were but he knew what came next, the sting of him stretching you out and the pain of your experience. Daryl wanted this probably as much as you but he hated being the one to take your virginity, he didn’t want to pain you in any way especially if he couldn’t control the pain. Down the road he’d show you good types of pain, how pain can make you feel good but this isn’t one of the pains he would want you to experience.

“It’s gonna hurt but only for a minute okay? You tell me when you want me to stop.” He stated, watching as you nodded.

You were too lust driven to understand the meaning of his words, you weren’t expecting to hurt that bad. Daryl nodded, grabbing onto your hand so you could squeeze it if needed. He lined himself up with your entrance before pushing himself in slightly. He watched as your brows furrowed and your eyes closed, he could tell you were already starting to feel the sting. He went in deeper, hoping it didn’t feel too much different but your yelp proved differently.

“ ‘m sorry..” he whispered, leaving soft kisses on your neck and jaw.

Daryl could feel your hand squeeze his harshly, you took in a harsh breath as the sting continued as he pushed more of himself in. He once again dragged his fingers down your body so he could rub the bundle of nerves, hoping that would take your mind off the pain for maybe a moment so he could push more of himself in you.

You felt like being ripped open but it was a weird good way, it wasn’t something you would like to feel any longer but it felt nice to know It was Daryl Dixon's pretty cock that was causing you this pain. Daryl tried to be quick with it, trying to shove himself in without causing too much pain. His quick work on your clit made it a little less painful, now the pain and pleasure mixing together to make a beautiful feeling deep in your stomach. It was complete hell for Daryl, he was only seconds away from going completely feral and his patients were wearing thin. He kept composure, trying to just focus on the way your face scrunched in pain.

“Are you almost in…” you gasped as he continued to ever so slowly inch into you.

He was almost half way in, he took moments to allow you to adjust to his size here and there but he was trying to make this go as fast as possible so you were able to feel our pleasure. You were soaked to say the least so Daryl was slipping right in, it’s just the pain and your contracting walls that caused his speed.

“Almost there… just a little more bunny.” He said, suddenly liking the pet name he’d given to you.

He continued to slide himself in slowly, only picking up the speed on your clit to make it easier for you all the while he peppered your neck with love bites. Daryl wasn’t a very affectionate man but right now he had a mission to make you feel as safe as he could make you and if he had to break down all his walls, he would. You had started to get a little fidgety, wanting to reject his cock out of you but also wanting him inside you fully… you craved it. Your body was heating up, your eyes filled with tears as the sting became so much and moans had slipped your lips like water out of a faucet.

You had never felt quite like this before, sure you’d touch yourself at night and one time you had dry humped one of your exes but it was nothing like this. You felt so full yet so empty all at the same time, you needed and wanted more even throughout the pain that coursed through your body. When you thought you were going inside, you felt Daryl’s hips fully against yours. You swear you could feel him inside your guts, it was such a beautiful feeling… being stretched out by his cock, the cock you had made cum no more than 10 minutes ago. You were in heaven…

“ ‘m in… just tell me when to move.” He whispered, landing a kiss on your tear streaked face.

You dug your nails into Daryl, trying to wait till the dull sting had stopped. It wasn’t too bad now, after a bit it had become nothing but an annoying ache but you weren’t ready for him to pound you yet. You stayed there, allowing your walls to get used to him. Daryl held back with everything he had, your velvet walls took his cock so well and he couldn’t wait to fuck them until they were worn down. Daryl couldn’t even day dream how good this feeling would feel, not even his hand could mimic the feeling of it.

You had completely molded to him, causing your walls to twitch slightly and your hips to buck into him. You could hear Daryl grunt into your ear as you teased him with your hips, you knew how hard he was trying to not hurt you… you thought it was sweet, so sweet that you wanted him to feel your appreciation.

“ You… can move now..” you said through a strangled moan.

That’s all Daryl needed, he started slow… teasingly slow even though he wanted nothing more than to slam into you. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge already, with the way his hand had taken a slow speed to your clit and how his cock was slowly bucking in and out of you… you could cum in seconds. Daryl kept his pace, his hand still in yours as he so softly pecked your lips.

Your moans filled the room, the annoying ache, the sting, the stretching no longer paining you anymore, it was now just pure pleasure. You were needing Daryl to speed up, you tried to buck your hips into his but your hips were sore and you couldn’t quite keep a good pace before exhausting yourself out. Daryl knew what you wanted though, he saw your face contort from pain to pleasure in a matter of seconds, he knew you were ready for a good pounding.

“I’m gonna move ya okay?” He said, asking for consent before he did pretty much anything.

“I don’t care… just go faster please!” You whined, causing Daryl to chuckle at your needy behavior.

Daryl sat up, seeing you pout as he took himself out. You asked for more but he gave you less, you were shitty but you weren’t upset for long. Daryl manhandled you basically, smacking your butt lightly to give you the hint to turn around. You did what he wanted, turning around in your hands and knees before Daryl pushed you down until only your front was pushed down into the sheets.

You shivered as the cold air hit your exposed cunt, you slightly whined due to the fact you couldn’t see Daryl. You never even thought the situation of you not seeing Daryl would give you any type of distress but here you were, ass up and waiting for Daryl to fuck you. Daryl got himself comfortable behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he looked down at your face pushed into the pillows.

“You okay? Need another pillow or a blanket?” He asked, watching you get frustrated with him.

“Jesus Christ! Daryl just fuck me!!” You yelled, loud enough for the walker outside to hear.

Daryl just chuckled, lining his throbbing cock up with your cunt once more before he pushed himself in again. You were still very much adjusted to his size, it felt like a hole inside you was filled as he did so… which literally happened but felt more hypothetical in the moment. Daryl started with his slow pace once again, this time only staying with it for mere seconds before he sped up. You twisted your hands in the sheets as his cock hit your g-spot every single thrust.

You were already on the edge before, the knot in your stomach had become annoyingly unbearable as Daryl sped his thrusts up. You couldn’t handle it, you felt like a hungry mad man who had just come across water for the first time in years. You could do much to stop yourself from coming up, you could only scream Daryl’s name at the top of your lungs as your cunt fluttered violently on his cock. Your vision went out, then your hearing and then you felt Daryl’s hands in your hair once again.

He pulled you back to earth with a single pull of your hair as he fucked you through your first orgasm. He spread your cunt apart with one hand as he continued his fast pace, his hips slapping against your ass every single time. You didn’t want him to stop, not even if your sensitive clit was begging for the abuse on it to stop.

“Fuck your so tight for me bunny ain’t ya? You needed to be fucked by my cock huh?” His words cause a deep desire within you, causing a wave of wetness to pour out of you once more.

Daryl was now at an animalistic pace, his hands now bruisingly gripped onto your hips as he thrusted you back into his cock. You moaned out a few “yes”’s and “need you.”’s as a reply to him but really it was the only thing you could say right now. Your mind was too clouded with his cock to be able to think any coherent thoughts, you had quite literally became a fuck toy  for him.

His abuse on your cunt continued, feeling your cunt contract on his cock as your second orgasm within the last 5 minutes started to stir up within your stomach. It only took a few thrusts from Daryl before it came undone again, he felt your cunt spasm once again on his cock. Daryl was close, so fucking close but he needed you to cum again before he could cum deep inside you.

“Just one more time bunny… need you to cum on my cock one more time…” he groaned, not stopping his hips as you came once again on his cock.

His words made yet another knot form within your belly, not waiting for your second orgasm to stop before moving onto the next. You were legit on fire, every one of your senses tingling, your throat burned from the screams that erupted deep down inside of you, your eyes were wet with your salty tears, your skin laced with a small sheet of sweat that seemed to pour out of your. Every inch of your body screamed at you to stop but also all at the same time wanted more, mixing pleasure and pain together as you got higher and higher to your third orgasm.

Daryl grabbed onto your shoulders, lifted you up off the couch so you were unbelievably close to him. Your back was flush against his chest, he held you there, locking your hips in place as he thrusted deeper and harder into your cunt. Your body was screaming for release at this point,  wanting nothing more than to explode under the pressure but you couldn’t get the push you needed to send yourself off the edge.

“I c-can’t…. Fuck Daryl!” You whined, the knot in your stomach so unbelievably tight.

You felt you were going to explode, you shook violently in the hands of Daryl as he thrusted relentlessly into you. Daryl slid his hand down to your clit, giving you an overwhelming amount of pleasure as you let out strangled moans and probably every curse word possible in this moment.

“You can bunny… your doing so fucking good for me, just cum on my cock one more time…” he whispered in your ear, lightly biting the lobe of it.

His words were exactly what you needed, that was the push that sent you over the edge. Suddenly the knot snapped, it didn’t feel anything like it did before though. It sent intense shocks through your body, every inch of your body screaming as it did so. You let out a scream, scratching at Daryl’s arm that was still placed roughly on your hips. You threw your head back over his shoulder, feeling your cunt shoot out fluids.

“God damn… fuck y/n!” Daryl moaned, thrusting only once more before spilling himself inside you.

Daryl’s cum filled you up to the brim, shoving his cock deep inside you so it can coat every inch of your insides. You watched as Daryl came, peaking at him through half closed eyes and seeing his face once again light up with pleasure. Daryl fucked not only you but himself through your orgasms, allowing you both to come down from your highs before he slid his now soft cock out of you.

Daryl held you for a minute, allowing you to go limp in his arms. Daryl wouldn’t say he was in love with you, he didn’t quite know what that felt like but the way he grabbed onto him now, half conscious as he held you softly, he would say you meant something to him. This moment all he wanted to do was protect you, he would kill anyone or anything that even tried to harm you… that terrified him.

“Uh… I’ll go check to see if that shower still works, so you can get cleaned up.” Daryl said, delicately placing you down on the couch.

You were still out of it, you could feel the moonshine creeping back up on you as your head pounded and your stomach twisted. You were plain exhausted as you watched Daryl get up and start collecting his clothes, pulling up his underwear and pants back onto his legs.

“Wait… Daryl?” You called out to him, sitting up so you could see him clearer.

“Yeah?” He answered, not even looking at you as he collected his clothes.

The thought saddened you but the only thing you thought was about how this was a one night stand to Daryl, his efforts to leave, to make you clean up after him, to be by yourself after you gave yourself to him. Daryl didn’t mean to make you feel like that but he didn’t do feelings, so when an ounce of feeling for you creeped up on him… he freaked. He suddenly felt like the world was collapsing under him and if that’s what love felt like, he didn’t want it.

“What does this mean for us?” You asked, seeing how the question left him frozen.

“What do you mean?” He tried to play dumb so hopefully you would just drop it, he begged of you to let him fuck you and leave so he wouldn’t have to deal with his feelings.

“I mean… I told you I haven’t felt this way about anyone before, I didn’t just give you my virginity just because..” you stated, eyes slightly watering as you could see yourself alone already.

Daryl didn’t mean to make you cry, he didn’t want to make you cry ever. God damn he just wanted to be alone now, he thought about you all the time, there wasn’t a single day he didn’t. He told himself that he hated you, you and your stupid optimism but it was just a way to trick himself because he knew he loved that about you. You were so happy and so hopeful, he was the complete opposite of that, and what do they say about the opposite? How do they attract each other?

“I ain’t good with labels” was all he said, not explaining what he meant by that.

It made your heart break slightly, you felt the same way about Daryl but you saw the way he pushed you away. He almost never allowed you to get close to him, ever. So you tried to push down the thoughts you had of him, even the dirty ones you would get at night. Hearing how maybe the man you had fallen in love with was willing to fuck you and than leave, it broke your heart. Daryl picked up on your change of posture, fuck he really didn’t mean it to come out like that.

“But this ain’t a one night stand if that’s what yer thinking.” He reassured me, hoping to get you to stop being so sad. “I do care about you…”

The confession made your heart flutter, you weren’t there what this meant, if this’ll be the start of something or you’ll just remain each other’s fuck buddies. What you did know was what the world meant to you, every word that left his mouth meant something to you. You knew that was his way of confessing he did have feelings for you, causing a big smile to appear on your face.

“You know what,” you started, wrapping yourself up in the sheet. “I’ll take it…”

[denjirv]

◌⑅⃝●♡⋆♡ Pretty Girl! ♡⋆♡●⑅⃝◌

Denji gets in touch with his feminine side in a interesting way

⏤͟͟͞͞☆A/N: Fun fact I love it when guys aren't afraid to be in touch with their feminine side ❤️

CW are just of sub!Denji, GN reader, Blowjob, Dacryphilia, minor edgeing with some genderplay with a main focus of femmenization (but not force cause liking girly things are completely normal and should never be looked down upon 👍🏼) “Bleh this tastes awful!” Denji smacked his lips tasting the lip gloss that you were putting on his lips. The misleading pink and sweet smelling gloss coating his lips as he wipes it with the sleeve of his arm. “You know when it says it’s ‘strawberry flavored’ it doesn't mean literally?” You snicker watching your boyfriend pout as he crosses his arms. “Well I don’t get it! It tastes nasty but it makes you look so kissable!” He won’t lie, ever since he noticed you starting to doll up more on your dates he’s been nonstop kissing you. Partly because he wants your marks all over him and he gets to show it off, but seeing how invested and how pretty your makeup look he wanted to try it Though not saying it out loud cause “it’s weird for guys to be into that stuff”. Or that’s what he hears from the men he was surrounded with growing up. But there was that look Denji had, the kind that his eyes are wanting something. “Denji I’m not gonna let you eat thi-” “Could you do my makeup?” Denji’s face grew red watching you stop your sentence midway. He felt the pink on his cheeks grow more of a rogue red as he stayed silent. “Oh really? I mean sure but you have to stay still”. Denji blinked confused, tilting his head as he stared at you almost in disbelief of your nonchalant behavior. “Wait really? But like, isn't that super weird?” He was really trying to wrap his head around it. It shouldn’t take that much brain power but he’s looking at you like you just said some complicated math equation. “I mean some people might think so but who cares! As long as you’re happy then fine by me” You patted your lap as you grabbed your makeup brushes. “Here, come sit” And like a dog he moves over to sit on your lap. Luckily he wasn’t too heavy so you were able to not let your leg fall asleep too soon. “Hmmm, well you choose what color you want me to do” Out lay was selections of colorful palettes all with different kinds of vibrate and sometimes glittery colors. But as Denji was struggling to pick his fingers point to the pink rosey color. “That one maybe, it’s pink like your lip gloss…and I think it’ll match!” Your heart must’ve skipped a beat cause he’s actually trying to put in effort of what he wants to use. “Good choice, babe!” You perk up before cheerfully dabbing the brush onto the color. “Close your eyes ok? I don’t want any dust in your eyes” Screwing his eyes shut you giggle, covering your mouth at how silly he looks you gently rub his cheek with your free thumb “Relax babe, I can’t see what i'm working with if your eyelids are all shriveled up” Denji was getting more nervous as he relaxed his face. Your soft touch helps him loosen up as you start putting on his eye shadow. It compliments his skin well as you watch him react to the feathery touch of the brush with a twitching lip. “I know it tickles but this is nothing compare to later on”  Eyeliner will be a bitch to handle with but you want him to feel pretty like you so you continue with adding more eyeshadow. “Alright and you want me to add glitter too?” You pointed the brush at the sparkly white powder as Denji’s eyes lit up. “Yes, do it!!” He was getting all giddy which was great. He’s warming up now as once again he closes his eyes but this time you  notice his more content smile as you put it on him. He was starting to look cuter, and ever so kissable. Trial and error later with you trying to get Denji to not laugh when you start doing his eyeliner. But the end result was perfect as you showed him what he’d looked like “Woah…that’s me? I look…like a girl!” Denji wasn’t sure how he should feel since the way you did his makeup was something he wasn't too sure how to feel. He liked it but there was a tickling feeling in his stomach that might’ve left him breathing shakily. “You ok?” You looked at him worried, does he not like it? Denji’s leg was squirming around as he looked at himself more in the mirror. It was seriously fucking with his mind. It’s just him yet he felt something off about the way his face suddenly looked more femmenine. His eyes admiring the small details of his makeup he didn’t feel your hands around his waist. “What don’t tell me, I awakened something in you did I?” You would laugh but if it wasn’t for the fact that he does look rather appetizing with his shy blush and his hand covering his bulge. “Shh shhh don’t be shy now, here let me ease you up a little” You start to move your hand to his cock from under his shorts as he bit his lower lip once he felt your soft hands gently stroking his tip. “F-Fuck Y/N you feel so good..” He starts to lean into your touch as his mind was fighting back on letting you touch him in his embarrassing state but lust overpowers his thoughts. He lays against you as he watches his cock get stroked by you. “Love it when I jerk your pretty girl cock hm?” Girl cock? Denji looked confused as he was trying to get words out in between whimpers. “Girl? Hhhgh- But I’m a boy” He looked up at you with cloudy eyes, his blush never leaving his cheek as he kept on stuttering each word. “ But I’m a boy! N-Not a girl…” He protested rather weakly as you pulled a high pitch whine out of him once he felt a pressure on his leaking tip. With your fingers you trace along his slit as he leaned back further against you. His head whips back as he feels you squeeze his shaft. “Such a sweet girl, her cock is making her feel so weird” Cooing against his red tipped ears as he looks down, gasping with each stroke you make. You can feel his poor cock twitching with each word you tease him with and with how inconscient your pacing is. “Please let me cum! I’I can’t take it anymore” He starts to sound desperate as his chest rises and falls. “You wanna cum sweetheart?” You feigned innocence as when he was starting to go over the edge you stop and watch his eyes look up in disappointment as he lets out a groan. “Pleaseeee please please! Just make me cum already I-I’ll be good I swear!” Denji was starting to tear up as his cheeks were subtly wet from tears that escaped from his cloudy eyes. “Then say it, baby. Say that you’re my good girl” You rested your hand on his shaft as you listened to his incohesive whining. “B-But I feel dirty saying that” His soft pink lips pout when he thinks about that word, he hated how his cock twitched to the thought. But it felt weird saying it, then again he thought- If you want him to say it then that must mean it’s ok. With trembling lips and eyes getting wet with his tears he speaks up shyly. “P-P…Please let your good…good” He was trailing off when he saw how your hand started to agonizingly go up and down his shaft. “Hmm? My good what now?” You smile ever so sweetly to him. Encouraging him to keep going as he closes his eyes before taking a deep breath. “Please let your good girl cum please!” His face scrunches when he feels your hand suddenly stop. He made sure he was loud enough so why did you stop? ‘I'm so glad to hear, my pretty girl” You giggled seeing his grumpy face when you teased him with the nickname. He was about to scold you before suddenly gasping when you bent down to suck his cock instead.  “Wha- wait wait this is too much!!” He tries to pull your head up but you keep bobbing your head with his tip. His chest heaving and his mascara was running with how much tears there were Pink eyeshadow and eyeliner melting from the tears as a stream of black falls over his cheek. He was gasping and his legs were starting to squirm.  “Gghhhh please I-I’m gonna cum! Y-You’re pretty girl is gonna cum–!!” Before you could prepare your throat his cock throbbed before shooting its hot salty load into your mouth. Followed by Denji’s greedy hands pushing your head down. Crying so pathetically with a high pitched squeal he keeps your head still. Even though you needed to breathe you kept drinking every last drop that made him start sobbing. “Ok t-that’s enough!! I-I’m lettin go!!” He placed his hands onto the sheet cover as you kept overstimulating his cock. After a minute of suck you pull away and look at Denji’s messed up makeup that’s now left marks on the bed. His body was shaking and his cock was limp against his thighs. “So how’s that for an awakening?” You flop onto the bed as Denji follows suit. His face red and his hair disheveled as he turns to you. “Felt weird but I kinda like it…it feels pretty good having this on you know? I feel hot!” He laughed as you gently pushed his arm, laughing along with him. “Is that way you keep your makeup on sometimes when we have se-”. You kissed his mouth while he spoke. “Ok how about we get some rest and maybe later I’ll practice more makeup stuff on you how bout that?” “Say less!” He was back to being giddy again even with his soul sucked and having to call himself a girl for you. He switches so quick if it means he gets more quality time with you 

[stravagatefaster]

A (slightly chaotic) Stravaganza rewrite/adaptation idea

So, now that we’ve finished the 2023 Stravaganza liveblog and I’ve told you what my headcanons for the series are after its end, let’s look at how I would change the main story if I got the chance. (Thanks to @10-dutchies-12-bicycles for being the one third of the fandom that voted for this.)

This is not an outright rewrite. I’m approaching this from the point of view of “I’m a showrunner and I’m adapting Stravaganza into a tv show”. In this theoretical show there would be one season per book with ten 40-60 minute episodes in each. I can’t take credit for all the ideas I’m presenting here, some of them have been brainstormed with a friend of mine.

Most of this focuses on the last two books, but there would obviously be minor changes in the adaptation in the first seasons as well. These changes would include things like giving side characters more depth, switching the order of some events etc. Most of the main storylines will still stay the same unless stated otherwise.

Some scenes/storylines are very clear in my head, while others are still a big ????. I may fill in the blanks in the future.

Changes pre- season 5

More development on Barbara and Marco as characters.

Cesare has a crush on Luciano in season 2, but he tries his best to get rid of it when they go to university together. (It helps that Luciano gets very annoying when he’s missing Arianna.)

Ludo gets more development during season 4. Rodolfo is the one who finds out about his di Chimici side (and even sees the ring, realizing that Jacopo is Ludo’s father). Luciano only knows that Ludo’s father is some nobleman.

Alice breaks up with Sky at the end of season 4, though it is left a little unclear where they will go from there.

At the end of season 4 it’s revealed that Jago is gay and out of the closet, Matt was just very oblivious and insecure.

Season 5 (City of Ships)

The first thing I’d change in season 5 is Isabel’s character. I already laid out some possibilities for this in an earlier post, but I would probably make Charlie good at sports + STEM and Isabel good at arts + nerdy things so that her feelings of not being good enough have at least some basis in reality. Even Charlie himself sometimes thinks Isabel's interests are silly and not that important.

I would also change Isabel’s crush on Sky to be unrequited. Or (and this came to me just as I was typing this) maybe she’s ace and/or aro? I just don’t want the group to consist of couples, some people need to stay single.

On the Talian side, I would focus way more on Classe as a city. I’d give Isabel some time to get to know the city, but have some of the other characters already preparing for the upcoming battle from the start.

Filippo could just skip the part where he messes around with mosaics and go to Bellezza almost straight away, giving him and Beatrice a chance to actually develop their relationship.

I also want more pirate stuff. Don’t know how, but more pirate stuff.

I would skip the retcon that talismans can take you to different cities now. There’s not really any major plotline in book 5 that requires it anyway. Isabel can focus on Classe, and any instances where someone travels to another city that’s not their own can just be replaced with something else.

Instead Dethridge can use his thinking brain and come up with a theory that the gate between the worlds is getting weaker. That could be what replaces the city-hopping AND the time travel shenanigans.

Speaking of which, Charlie will stravagate but it’s resolved without the detour to 16th century England. We don’t need the time travel if it’s never really going to come up again.

A side effect of Isabel beginning to hang out with the Stravaganti is that Laura begins feeling very lonely. (In this version they’re not Ayesha’s friends since that’s never relevant to the plot anyway. We’re also removing the SH storyline and replacing it with this.)

Alice (who has grown distant from Georgia as well) notices Laura’s loneliness and the two become friends.

This is the point where we really mix things up: The Fortezza plotline starts while Isabel’s adventure is still going on.

Andrea’s father is who he thinks he is, and he somehow ends the story still being a pirate.

Jacopo is very sick, and it’s obvious he won’t live long. This worries Fabio, and he speaks about it with Rodolfo via the mirrors. Rodolfo, who knows about Ludo, advises Fabio to take a new talisman to England just in case. He doesn’t tell the reason, but his ~stravagante’s intuition~ tells him Ludo might make things complicated in Fortezza and wants to play things safe.

Laura buys this talisman from Mr. Goldsmith. Alice sees it and immediately knows what it is. 

Alice fears that if Laura stravagates accidentally, she’ll end up just like the others and Alice will lose her as well. So instead she tells Laura about Talia, explaining that the whole thing is the reason why the others don’t care about them anymore. She even says that if Laura wants, she can show the talisman to the others and they’ll accept her into the group, but that it will be the only reason why they do.

Laura decides to stravagate, but insists that Alice sleeps over while she does. Before Fabio can see her, Laura slips away into the city and steals some clothes for herself. (Laura and Alice plan this all beforehand)

Fabio remains unaware that the new Stravagante has arrived.

While all of this is going on, Isabel’s adventure continues. None of the English Stravaganti notice anything wrong with Laura or Alice, since they no longer hang out together.

The season ends with Jacopo dying and Ludo arriving in Fortezza.

Season 6 (City of Swords)

The other Stravaganti have moved on with their lives, going back to normal life after Isabel’s adventure ended. Laura, however, has continued going to Fortezza. There she meets Ludo, who is now demanding the throne of Fortezza for himself. Laura finds herself crushing in Ludo, and supports him against Lucia.

Alice and Laura’s relationship continues to be slightly toxic and codependent. They both fear losing each other, but Laura doesn’t want to stop stravagating because she also wants to spend time with Ludo.

In this version Ludo does not return Laura’s feelings and is in fact quite oblivious to her feelings.

Fabio expresses his worry about Fortezza’s state to Rodolfo. They’re both a bit confused about why the talisman hasn’t brought in a new Stravagante.

Fabio even returns to Mr. Goldsmith’s shop to find out that the talisman has indeed been sold. He relays this information to Rodolfo, who stravagates to meet the English Stravaganti. He tells them about the new talisman and asks them to keep an eye out for the talisman. (They only have a very vague description of who bought it.)

The events in Talia continue largely as they did in the book. During the siege, Ludo’s side does something (I haven’t yet figured out what) which Laura does not approve of and she becomes disillusioned. She begins rethinking her crush on Ludo. This something is dangerous, and Laura ends up stabbed in her side.

Laura wanders around the streets of Fortezza, bleeding heavily and looking for a safe place to stravagate home. She finds an alley where she can lean against the wall, but just as she’s about to stravagate, she sees all the blood she’s losing and faints, the talisman slipping out of her hand.

Laura has asked Alice to stay over as often as she can, because the whole stravagating thing makes her nervous. (A big part of this is that she doesn’t have a mentor in Talia.) Laura’s parents are out on this particular night, leaving the girls to have a sleepover by themselves.

In the middle of the night Alice gets up to go use the toilet. When she gets back to Laura’s room, she sees the pool of blood on the sheets. Pulling back the covers, she sees the wound on her side. Alice remembers how Matt was beaten up when his talisman was taken from him, and she fears something similar might have happened to Laura. With one hand putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, Alice reaches for her phone.

Georgia wakes up in the middle of the night to her phone ringing. She answers it, and it takes her a moment to understand what Alice is telling her. Georgia wants to ask a million questions, but from the panic in Alice’s voice she hears that this is serious and that there is no time to be wasted.

Georgia stravagates to Remora, and through a game of telephone the Stravaganti get a message to Fabio.

Fabio sets out to find Laura. It takes him a while before he finds her passed out in the alley, her talisman next to her. He wakes her up for just long enough to help her hold her talisman.

Meanwhile Alice has just been panicking. She eventually gives in and calls an ambulance. As soon as the ambulance pulls up in front of the house, Laura wakes up.

Alice makes up a lie that the girls were hungry and went to the kitchen to make sandwiches, and a knife left on the counter slipped and hit Laura. The paramedics barely believe this but they’re too busy to question it too much.

The next day Alice explains everything to Georgia. She blames herself for what happened to Laura – if she hadn’t been selfish and scared of losing Laura, this wouldn’t have happened.

After hearing Alice and Laura’s story, everyone else realizes that they treated them badly and that perhaps Talia was taking up too much space in their lives.

The others insist that Laura has to stravagate and finish her mission, but she doesn’t want to do it. Even seeing Ludo again is not enough for her to go back. Alice, feeling guilty, convinces Laura to finish her mission. Laura agrees, but insists that Alice has to stay with her whenever she stravagates.

Laura returns to Fortezza and is properly introduced to Fabio. She has now fully realized that Ludo’s cause is not worth it, and agrees to deliver messages to the castle.

Meanwhile Ludo too is beginning to see that he has gone too far. He feels especially guilty about betraying his Manoush roots. He even has a dream about his mother, and eventually he decides to surrender before more people die because of him.

There’s a lot of ?????? here that I haven’t figured out. There’s a bit of logistics that needs sorting out in regards to a few characters.

In this season Dethridge has his theory that the gate between the worlds is becoming unstable (the dates are no longer matching up in the two worlds) because of the amount of active talismans. He fears that one more talisman or translation may make the whole thing collapse. (Listen, if the books can do the city-hopping retcon, I can do this)

This ties into the way everyone gets to the wedding. Luciano goes to England and explains to everyone that they can come to the wedding, but they must give up their talismans. They’ll get temporary talismans that they’ll have to destroy later. He gives everyone a day or two to think about it.

Everyone agrees to do it, though the decision is especially hard on Georgia and Nick. Luciano says that if they can get the gate stable again, they might be able to bring over new talismans.

The temporary talismans are pages from Luciano’s original notebook. Both Vicky and David also get a talisman, with Vicky getting the leftover pages and covers.

Again, there’s a bit of ???? in regards to order of events and logistics here. But Ludo doesn’t die – instead he ends up becoming a pirate with Andrea

Ludo doesn’t die, instead he ends up in Classe and becomes a gay pirate with Andrea.

Instead, the person who dies is Cesare (listen! listen! put the tomatoes down! trust me!). I’m not exactly sure how he dies, but it happens after the Stravaganti have gone back to England after the wedding. Nick and Georgia try to stay behind to be with him as he dies, but Cesare tells them to go home. He makes Luciano promise to tell his family that he loves them. Luciano and Getano stay with Cesare as he passes.

Seriously, this whole ending is full of ????. Cesare’s death will mean more than Ludo’s to the audience, but I want the rest of the ending to feel satisfying.

The series ends with a montage of first Talia, then England. In the Talian montage, we see the people we met along the way going on with their lives (we don’t see Luciano and Arianna yet).

Then we get a scene where the English Stravaganti (plus Vicky and David) burning Luciano’s notebook in a fire. Alice shows up as well and burns her talisman. They all watch the fire die out. Alice grabs Laura’s hand and the two leave together. We start the English montage by seeing Alice and Laura happy together. Isabel is going to the movies with Charlie, who happily listens to his sister talk about whatever she’s passionate about, having learned to appreciate her interests. Matt and Ayesha go on a ride in Matt’s car. Sky hugs his mother goodbye at the airport as he leaves for the US. Georgia and Nick are at the Mulhollands’ living room, where Vicky brings them tea.

The montage ends, and we get one final scene of Luciano and Arianna watching the fireworks from their balcony in Bellezza.

Roll credits.

Jk, there’s a mid-credit scene.

A café in London. Text on the screen says: Five years later. The café is full of people. Jago Jones, now a successful author, sits by himself in a corner, working on his laptop and drinking coffee. Someone walks over to him and points at the seat opposite him. “Is this seat free?” a familiar voice asks. Jago looks up at the stranger. “Sure,” he says with a smile. The camera pans out and Cesare, dressed in regular 21st century clothes, sits opposite Jago.

Continue credits. The end.

Ok so I feel like I owe you a bit of an explanation for that last scene so I’ll rewind.

Very early in season 2, Georgia will give Cesare… something. Maybe it’s another one of her piercings or something. It’s done in a way that will not draw attention to the fact that this is a potential talisman. Cesare continues to wear this object around his neck the entire series, and no attention is ever drawn to it. But attentive viewers will know that this is one big Chekov’s gun.

There will be other small things that foreshadow Cesare’s stravagating sprinkled through the series.

Before Cesare dies, Georgia somehow ends up speaking about her home in an attempt to comfort him. As he dies, Cesare holds his talisman in his hand, though again, no special attention is drawn to it. It’s one of those things you’ll catch on your second viewing.

There we go – my changes for a possible Stravaganza TV show. There are a lot of other minor details my friend and I have planned, but those are the most coherent and important changes I would make.

[foundinglove]

HI RENI MY LOVE /p I WANTED TO ASK FOR A MATCHUP PLEASE IF THAT’S OK <3333

I am a minor >:]] and I like any gender! I have dark brown hair that shifts slightly red in the sunlight that’s more straight than it is wavy, and I’ve been told it’s very soft! :D I’m Filipino so food is very important to me!! And family!! I grew up watching telenovelas so I can be quite dramatic when I want to be!!

I’ve been told I’m a little naive at times, maybe a little bit silly, but I like making people laugh so I tend to use that to make them laugh!! I like to listen to people when they’re upset, because I know how important it is to have someone who’s willing to just be there and listen and let you know you’re not alone. But sometimes I get exhausted too so there are times where I’ll just curl up in bed and recuperate!!

I have picked up so many hobbies that I have mountains of books and supplies for that are just collecting dust at this point 😭 but I’ve consistently liked drawing, hiking, painting, reading, writing, singing and eating sweets!!! >:]

When it comes down to it, I’m not really much of a goal minded person! I’m not itching to do something great in life— I just want to live a happy life!! And whenever I can I want to make sure other people live a happy life too!!

That’s all I think!! Not really much to say about me tbh!! But I hope you have a wonderful day, Reni!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

HIHIHIHIHIII KITEY MY LOVE /P

ok ok so i thought about this for a little because i had two options but i’m leaning towards camilo!!

this DORK would try so hard to befriend you

he’s seen you around before, and omg he was floored

he would definitely pester mirabel about you

just because i feel like mirabel would be your bff

“do you happen to know what she likes? maybe? c’mon mira! do your favorite primo a favor.”

she tells him to talk to you himself

so he does just that (after pep talking himself of course)

talking to you was the best decision he’s ever made

he’s so interested in everything you say and do it’s cute

he notices how similar you and him are and then he’s head over heels

he subconsciously begins to pick up your hobbies

ok let’s skip to the relationship yeah

he loves watching you do anything you love

he’s like ❤️___❤️ with literally anything you do fr

u like painting?? he’ll watch you as you paint, hugging you from behind and resting his head on ur shoulder

always compliments your paintings

like they won’t even be finished and he’s all like

“MI AMOR IT LOOKS AMAZING”

and you’ve only just touched ur brush to the canvas

he’ll watch you lovingly as you draw too

you just look so cute and concentrated he can’t help it

you’ll draw him sometimes when he’s not looking

he gets curious one day and looks at ur drawings when ur not around

poor baby is in tears

he’ll definitely keep a few

camilo struggles with his identity, having to shapeshift into people to be ‘useful’

seeing the way you see him, how you love him for him

god he could sob in joy

omg and reading read to him or let him read to you

sit next to him and lean your head on his shoulder and start reading he’ll automatically drop everything just to read with you

and he thinks your voice is the most soothing thing ever

like seriously he could fall asleep to it

speaking of which

he adores it when you sing to him

“your voice is that of an angel, mi vida.”

he’ll plead you to sing him to sleep

do that and run your hands through his curls

he’s on cloud 9

camilo likes how your so caring and you listen to him

but he wants to be the same for you

he wants you to confide in him the way he confides in you

he’ll always remind you how much he loves you and how you can tell him anything

he’s so in love with you the end

not the end i’m kidding here have a drabble ❤️

-

“Can I move yet?”

you huffed at Camilo’s words, putting your paintbrush down.

“Milo, you’ve been saying that every 15 minutes.” you respond, shaking your head. Your boyfriend merely grins and shrugs.

“This is a long time to be still for me.”

“Hey, you agreed to this!”

He pouts, moving over to stand behind you and observe your work so far. As always, he’s amazed by what you can do with just a brush, an empty canvas, and a muse. His heart flutters at the careful detail you put into his portrait. Even after many times he’s allowed you to paint him, he’s still stunned by how beautifully you view him.

“This is gorgeous, amor.” Camilo’s words are nothing but the truth, and he wraps his arms around you from behind. His head rests on your shoulder, and you can’t stop your heart from speeding up at the action.

“of course it is, it’s you.” you quipped, placing a kiss on his nose before unraveling yourself from him. You scan your work, occasionally glancing at Camilo to make sure you got everything down. Maybe it was also an excuse to look at him a little longer. You failed to notice his teary eyes, the endearing way he looked at you and your painting. You had no idea the impact such a small comment could do to him.

The impact such a grand gesture, such as your painting of him, could do to him. It was no secret to the two of you that Camilo struggled with his identity, having to shapeshift into people who weren’t him relentlessly. There were times where he wouldn’t even be able to recognize himself. In those times, you’d hold him close. Whisper sweet nothings to him, sing to him softly.

You were always the one who calmed him down. You made him feel like him, you made him realize just how important and unique he is. He was overwhelmed by your love, in the best way. He couldn’t help but want to show you his appreciation in the ways he knew how.

“Amor?”

you hummed in response, adding finishing touches to your canvas. Camilo spins you around, leaning in to connect your lips. The paintbrush falls from your hands as you choose to wrap your arms around your boyfriend instead, pulling him closer. He holds you tight even after pulling away, as if you’d disappear if he let go. It’s then that you notice his wet cheeks, stained with tears.

One of your hands instinctively reach up to hold his face as you kiss his tears away. He smiles, such a bright smile despite the tears still spilling from his eyes.

“Que cosa, cariño?” you ask, your voice calm and gentle. Camilo shakes his head, grabbing the hand you had on his cheek to bring to his lips. He places a soft kiss to your wrist before pulling you in again.

“Nada. Todo esta perfecto.”

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ᗩGEᗪ ᑌᑭ!ᑭETEᖇ ᑭᗩᖇKEᖇ ᙭ ᖇEᗩᗪEᖇ

ᔕᑌᗰᗰᗩᖇY: You and Peter have always been very flirty and touchy with each other. You chalked it up to just how he is, not that you minded. But what happens when Peter gets hit with Hydra’s infamous sex pollen and all he seems to be doing is moaning your name. 

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎGᔕ: smut of course lol 18+ (virgin kink?, first time!reader, experienced!Peter, etc, unprotected sex cuz i forgot to write that lol be safe though, and a digusting amount of fluff) 

ᗩ/ᑎ: (non/dub con as per usual with sex pollen fics) although i tried to make as consensual as possible 

ᗯOᖇᗪ ᑕOᑌᑎT: 4.0k (i’m so sorry this is so long lmao)

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“We’re back!” Tony shouted, his voice echoing in the building. They had gone on a mission to infiltrate yet another Hydra base.

Peter was currently sitting and watching television and you were watching from the kitchen making two drinks for you and Peter. You both looked to the team walking in before scurrying beside Bruce and Tony who walked straight into the lab. 

“What did you get this time?” you asked excitedly. Sometimes the team brings back really cool things back from missions and in particular the Hydra missions have the coolest things. Unusually, Thor too walked in the lab before you all circled around the table and Tony placed a plant. 

He backs away as did Bruce and Thor so after looking at Peter with wide eyes you both also stepped back. 

“What is it?” Peter whispered.

“A plant,” Thor said.

“Not shit, Goldilocks. What does it do? You told us to take home, now what?” Tony said.

“Well, Man of Iron, it’s a sex pollen plant.”

“A what?” you gasped.

“Most planets use this as a sort of breeding plant; some species don’t really have the… stamina that Midgardians and Asgardians have.”

As Thor explained this, Tony and Bruce huddle away from the plant moving towards the computer to write down notes and data about what Thor was telling them. You followed pursuit also being intrigued by it. 

Unfortunately Peter did not follow and instead moved closer to the plant to take a closer look. The flower was beautiful. The petals were a soft shade of periwinkle and the pollen was yellow almost like gold. The same shade of golden yellow dust swirled around the flower itself. It was hypnotizing. He really wanted to smell it.

Suddenly as Peter got closer just to give it a quick sniff, he could smell an almost overbearing amount of your scent. That delicious scent of vanilla and lavender that you smelled so nicely of. That scent that made Peter want to run his hands through your hair and his nose along your neck. 

“One thing you should never do is inhale its pollen, if one does it could heighten their desires into madness.”

Peter looked up with wide eyes knowing he just did something he probably shouldn't have done. 

“What desires exactly?” Bruce asked.

“Well, sex.”

Peter started coughing.

“Pete are you ok?” you asked walking up to him.

He looked you in your eyes and his own dilated insanely. You backed away slightly concerned for your friend only for him to take a step closer to you. The lab coated with silence analyzing his behavior since it was so unlike him. Tony got up from sitting on a stool and Thor puffed his chest anticipating his next move; he was certain the boy breathed in the plant’s pollen. 

“It smelled just like you,” he whispered close to your face; his hands reaching under your shirt slightly.

The minute he put his hands on you, all three men ran you and Peter. Bruce pulled you behind him while Tony and Thor grabbed Peter dragging him away from you. You felt hot after what Peter had just done; in front of people too. He thrashed in Thor’s and Tony’s grasp, groaning and shouting from them to let him go. 

You felt tears brimming your eyes. You did not like Peter like this. He was crying and begging to be with you, which you’ll admit surprised you. 

“What’s happening to him?” you asked from behind Banner.

“The boy seems to have inhaled the pollen as I said not to do.”

“Yeah I get that! Why is he crying? Is he hurt?” you asked.

“Not exactly, the pollen will affect his mind and simulate pain as if he were to die, but his body will be perfectly fine.”

“What?” you all said at the same time.

“How do we fix it?” Tony asked.

“Y/n, baby. Please,” Peter practically moaned making everyone kind of uncomfortable.

“Well, the only way I’m aware of is, well, sex. And it seems like Peter desires the young lady,” you eyes widened and you shifted under everyone’s stares. 

“No, no way,” Tony said; you were like a daughter to Tony and therefore boys were something he wasn’t too keen on the idea of you having. He still thinks you’re too young even though you’re already a consenting adult. 

“Tony, the boy-”

“No, I’m not letting Y/n do that. We’ll find a different cure. Take him to his room and don’t let him out.”

“Tony, are you sure about this?” Bruce asked Tony.

“Yes I’m sure, Banner. There’s no way in hell I’m putting her in that situation. It’s not fair. Now come on, more time talking, less time finding a cure.”

“Technically there’s already a cure,” Thor muttered. 

“Go!” Tony pushed him out. 

“Is he gonna be ok?” you softly asked, hearing his cries and screams for you as Thor took him to is room.

“He’s gonna be alright, bug,” Tony said, hugging you. 

Steve and Nat both walked in the lab after changing out  of their clothes concerned with all the screaming they had been hearing.

“What happened?” Nat asked.

“Thor had us bring this plant home for analysis and turns out this shit makes anyone who smells the pollen horny as hell.”

“Really? Come on Tony, we heard the kid crying and screaming. What’s really going on?” Steve didn’t believe him at first.

“He wants to… have sex,” Bruce said shyly.

“Wait really?” Nat asked.

“With who?” Steve hesitantly asked curiously.

Tony and Bruce simply look at you, which you curled into yourself feeling embarrassed. 

“Oh no, honey are you ok? Did he do anything?” Nat asked, holding your hand.

“I’m fine, I’m just worried about him.”

“Don’t. We’ll fix this I promise,” Tony said getting to work.

Well now it’s been 8 hours and Peter is still crying and moaning your name. You had been in Nat's room with her, Steve, and Bucky. Sam and Thor had been outside ‘patrolling’ Peter’s room making sure he was as ok as he can be, though it’s been proven that he seems to be in excruciating pain. 

Tony and Bruce had been in the lab the entire day, you’d think they made wonderful progress and found a cure by now but no. All they’ve found was normal samples of Peter’s… everything. He was physically perfectly fine. 

You were very quiet as they played video games and watched movies. You couldn’t help but feel burdened because you knew you could fix all of this. All you needed to do was go to Peter’s room and let him have his way with you. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind. You and Peter have always had this sort of tension and extra friendly behavior between you guys ever since you met. 

To say you hadn’t developed feelings for him would be a huge lie. 

“Are you ok?” Nat asked you.

“No, not really.”

“I know you want to help him but it’s for the better. Let Tony and Bruce find a cure.”

“Actually that won’t be happening anytime soon,” Thor said, walking with Sam. 

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“They haven’t found anything and although Peter will be physically fine, mentally he could be extremely traumatized by the time they find something, if anything. The pollen mimics physical pain until sexual ‘needs’ are fulfilled by the person they desire most,” Thor looked to you at the end. 

“I want to help him,” you said.

“Y/n, that’s not fair to you,” Steve said.

“And it’s not fair to Peter if I don’t help! He didn’t mean to smell the flower. I can't just sit here waiting for nothing to happen when I can go in there and help him!” you argued, “If I don’t, he’ll not only hate you for keeping me away from him but me too for not trying.”

“Don’t be silly, he’d never hate you,” Nat said.

“He will if I’m the reason he’s going to be traumatized for the rest of his life.”

“Come with me,” Nat said, holding your hand.

“Nat,” Steve warned.

“Steve, you and I both know this has to happen. They’re adults,” Nat shot back. 

You followed Nat out of the room. 

“Are you absolutely sure about this? Your first time should be special-”

“First time?” your eyes widen.

“Y/n, I know you're a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin,” you mumbled.

“Really? When was your first?” she poked.

“It was- was in, it was high school,” you stuttered.

“With who?”

“... Tommy?” you said after a long moment of silence, trying to come up with a name.

“Tommy?” Nat smirked.

“Yeah, he was in my history class,” you lied.

“Ok we’ll work on that,” she said.

“On what?”

“Lying.”

“Hey, virginity is merely a social construct made by men who think their tiny dicks have the ability to change a woman’s life. It’s gonna be like a five second pump; I’ll be in and out,” Nat laughed at that.

“Ok, fine. Follow me.”

You followed her to Peter’s room where his moans and groans got louder with each step you got closer. Truthfully you were a bit nervous about the situation. Sure you did imagine your first to be extra special in a dim lit room with flowers and with someone you love. Well, now it looks like it’s going to be a dark room with your best friend who’s in the room driven by magic sex pollen, but at least you love him. 

You got to the door and Peter instantly knew you were on the other side. His senses overwhelmed him with your scent, your racing heart beat. You exchanged a few words with Nat before she hugged you and left you to go into his room alone. 

You slipped inside and immediately met with Peter crawling on the floor to you in nothing but a pair of boxers; a large prominent tent formed where his dick was. 

“Y/n, you’re here,” he rubbed your legs and kissed your thighs softly still on the floor at your feet. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m here to help you,” you said shakily.

“Oh god, you smell so good,” his hand reached up behind your thighs towards your ass and you panicked. 

“Peter wait,” you pulled his hand away. 

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” he too panicked.

“Nothing, I just… I’m kinda scared.”

“Of what? Of me?” he stood up and backed away from you.

“No! Not of you. I’ve never… done this, you know?”

“Y/n, why are doing this then- ugh!” he groaned, a wave of need and sexual frustration rushed over him making his body cramp. 

“I want to help you,” you grabbed his hand; he pulled his hand back very quickly and retracted his body over to the bed. 

“Peter, please let me help you,” you walked over to him.

“No, Y/n. I can’t do that to you.”

You were getting tired of his arguing. You wanted to do this. You rushed to him and took your shirt off hoping that’ll prove a point or something. 

“Look, look. I want to help you, Pete. Let me do that,” you cupped his face making him look at you. 

His eyes were so dilated nearly black as he looked into your eyes. His hands caressed your bare stomach and lower back making goosebumps rise across your body. He leaned forward running his nose along your neck breathing you in. He used every ounce of control he had in his body to not flip you on the bed rail you into the mattress. He had to be gentle. The idea of you never have been touched shouldn't have turned him on as much as it does. 

Your stomach fluttered and you let out a shaky breath. Arousal pooled in your underwear with each move that Peter made. Your hands rested on his shoulders unsure of what to do but thankfully Peter moved your hands in his hair and you gently ran your fingers through his curly brown locks as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. 

He moved your bra strap down your shoulder tracing his lips along your collarbone to your shoulder.

“I'm so sorry, baby,” he whispered against your skin.

“It’s ok Pete, I want to help you. Teach me. Teach me how to make you feel good.” 

He practically growled picking you up and laying you on his bed. He kissed your stomach and left small bites and purple marks littered across your belly. He looked at you to make sure you were ok before pulling your shorts down your legs and off to the side. He continued to kiss up and down your legs growing harder at the small pants and gasps you made above him. 

“I'm gonna give you a little taste, ok darling?” he whispered against your inner thighs.

You nodded and lifted your hips off the bed for Peter to easily take your underwear off. You grew embarrassed at how wet you were. Peter only chuckled before going in a licking along your entrance. You gasped and clenched your thighs together, only to wrap around Peter’s head pulling him closer to you.

This isn’t Peter’s first time eating a girl out so he was obviously quite skilled in bringing you a lot of pleasure from his tongue alone. Now in his twenties, after high school and after his identity was revealed, Peter somewhat tumbled his way into playboy town just like his mentor. 

Girls left and right shot their chance to spend a night in the spider boy’s bed. But when Peter met you, oh boy, the kid fell in love. You were this innocent little thing that Peter just wanted to hold and take care of all the time. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He stopped seeing other women in hopes that one day you’d be out of your mind enough to give him a shot. 

Now here you were, laying in his bed like an angel, letting him have his way with you because he was shithead and smelled the flower when he wasn’t supposed to. 

Your hips squirmed around, pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. You moaned loudly as you got closer to your oragsm. Your hands went to Peter’s hair making him hum when you tugged on his hair. His vibrations pushed over the edge and you came for the first time that night on Peter’s face.

“God that was hot, baby. Are you ok?” he asked, crawling up your body after discarding his boxers.

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you cupped his face, smiling.

He leaned down and kissed you for the first time ever. His hands roamed your almost naked body except for your bra of which you still had on. Not for long of course. Peter leaned back to sit up pulling you with him so you were now sitting straddling his lap. 

You could feel his dick against you and your body shuddered in arousal. His hands wrapped around you to skillfully remove your bra, the last piece of clothing left on you. When he did so you covered yourself in instinct never having been naked in front of anyone before in your life. 

“Don’t cover up princess. You’re so beautiful. I wanna see you,” he whispered, cupping his hand under your chin so you could look at him.

“Sorry, it’s- It’s a lot,” you whispered back. 

“I know and I’ll try to go slow but if I’m not inside you right now I think I’m gonna pass out,” he moaned. 

You looked down in between your bodies to find Peter’s dick big, swollen, and red. You felt bad because you don’t know if it’ll fit inside you and it looks painful. 

“Please, Yn,” Peter had tears in eyes begging for you to take the pain away.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

Peter grabbed his cock and lined up to your entrance. You got up and slowly sank down feeling him stretching you out. With how aroused and wet you were after Peter’s mouth you were able to slide all the way down without feeling too much pain.

Peter moaned when he bottomed out and grabbed your face you kiss passionately. You moved slowly up and down and soon all the pain you felt subsided into pleasure and you too started moaning above him. 

“You look so fucking good riding me, princess.”

His words made you moan even more embarrassed that everyone can probably hear you and Peter having sex. You bit your lip in hopes to silence the moans as much as possible, but Peter didn’t like that.

“Don’t. I want everyone in this building to know who fucking you this good,” he flipped you over onto you back and started thrusting wildly. 

“Let them know what a good little girl you are for daddy. Let them know who’s name you’re gonna be screaming all night.”

“Peter oh god,” you moaned.

“Huh? You like it when I call you a good girl?”

“Yes!”

“My good girl. My little slut,” Peter groaned in your ear.

You were getting insanely close to your climax and Peter’s words only sped up the approach. 

“Daddy, I think I’m close,” you whispered, pleasure becoming overwhelming.

“Let go baby. Cum all over my cock,” he said.

Your oragsm ripped through you and you practically screamed into his ear. Pleasure came over you in a huge wave. Your eyes screwed shut and your legs wrapped around Peter’s torso pulling him impossibly close. Your body felt limp under Peter’s and when you opened your eyes Peter's face held worrisome and frustration. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I haven’t came,” his voice trembled.

“It’s ok. We can keep going,” you said tiredly.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he buried his face in your neck.

“You won’t hurt me, Peter. I promise.”

He kissed softly before gently flipping you over and thrusted into furiously.

Six hours later Peter finally came after you did so nine times; and that was before you stopped counting. Your body shook and Peter cleaned you up. He had a small fridge where he kept drinks from time to time and grabbed a water bottle for you to drink. 

You breathed heavily after drinking a copious amount of water before laying back down. You turned to check the clock on his bedside and saw that it was around three thirty in the morning. Peter crawled into bed with you, both still naked not caring enough to change. He held you impossibly close, burying his face in your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry. Are you ok?” he mumbled in your skin. 

“I mean it was a lot,” you chuckled.

“I swear if it weren’t for that stupid fucking pollen our first time would have been softer and special,” he said, making you look at him with surprise. 

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, well, look. Y/n, I really like you and I know that timing is horrible but it’s true. I promise.”

“Well, I like you too,” you smiled at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Wow. God, you’re amazing. Thank you for today,” he whispered, cuddling you close.

“Of course. I’d do anything for you.” 

You both fell  asleep soundly in each other's arms until you both woke up the next day from loud yet muffled voices downstairs. The sun was shining very bright, lighting the whole room up brightly. You stirred around and peeked over Peter’s sleeping body to find that it was around noon already and you two were still in bed. 

Peter moved a bit slowly waking up. You turned around to face and watched his beautiful face slowly come to life. His eyes met your eyes and you both smiled before bursting into giggles; hiding your face in his chest. 

“We’ll have to get up soon, you know,” he said, making you sigh dramatically.

“Let’s run away, before they make fun of us. They had to have heard, right?” you said, slightly panicked.

Peter just laughed and shook his head. He reached to kiss you, moving your hair off your neck eyes widening. 

“Oh man,” he said, thumb rubbing the dark spots he left on you.

“What?” You pushed the sheets off your body feeling intensely sore. You heard Peter gasped as you trotted to a mirror.

Your body was covered in bruises and hickeys that Peter left for literally everyone to see. When you looked in the mirror you yelled Peter’s name completely shocked at the state of your body. 

“I can’t believe you!”

“Well, in my opinion I think you looking fucking sexy,” he said coming up behind you.

“I like them,” you said shyly, “But everyone’s gonna see them, no?”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen next time.”

“Next time?”

“Hell yeah. Only if you want of course,” he chuckled, “Let’s take a shower before we grab some food.”

That was filled with giggles and little touches. Kisses were exchanged practically every minute. You both came out of the shower and Peter so generously lent you a pair of clean boxers and one of his shirts fitting way too big on you. He wore these delicious looking grey sweatpants and a tight fitted black shirt. You practically drooled over him.

“No, later,” he winked.

He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers before heading down stairs preparing for what could be an upcoming disaster. You came down stairs meeting everyone appearing to be arguing probably over what you did. Everyone noticed you two and immediately stopped conversing. 

Tony sat on a stool, arms crossed and an unamused look staring at you both while everyone else looked down or at each other, anywhere at but you guys.

“Before you say anything, everything that happened is my fault,” Peter pulled you behind him. 

Tony simply looked at you and made you feel shy and ashamed somewhat under his gaze. He told you to stay away and you didn’t listen.

“Don’t even look at her. She has nothing to do with this,” he said when Tony shifted his gaze.

“Relax, kid. Look we all talked. Thor told me about the effects the pollen can have mentally and the trauma it can impact when ‘untreated’ for too long. We weren’t going to find a cure anytime soon and I don’t even want to think about the consequences you’d have to pay because I'm a stubborn old man who didn’t like seeing the kids not be kids anymore. You both are adults and I had no right to interfere with that. Besides everyone knows you two are in love.”

“We’re not in love,” Peter mumbled.

“Love is such a strong word,” you mumbled simultaneously. 

“Don’t argue with me,” Tony said. 

“Sorry,” you both whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he admitted.

“We also agreed that starting today we will be installing soundproofing in both of your rooms and Y/n, maybe put some ice on…” he pointed to your neck but then waved around your whole body because you were pretty beaten up. 

“Thanks, guys,” Peter said holding your hand again.

“Congrats on getting the girl finally,” Steve said.

Before you two left you saw Nat wink at you and you smiled running away with Peter most likely to go cuddle and maybe fuck another round if your body feels better. As much as you hate to admit, thank god Peter smelled that fucking plant. 

[zodiakuroo]

Cupid’s Bullet

Dabi comes home with a very special Valentine’s Day surprise for you.

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Contains: dubcon/noncon, mentions of death, unhealthy relationship, gun play, fear play, forced orgasms, squirting, mindbreak, angst (if you squint?), quirk usage, one slap but it’s a hard one :3, overstimulation, creampie

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: pls this title is so cringe but it's like bullet instead of arrow cause... ya know but anyways happy valentine’s day from scumbag boyfie!dabi

Dating a villain meant that your relationship was unconventional to say the least. For one, public dates were out of the question, unless you wanted it to end in destruction of public property and some scorched heroes. You also always had to have some kind of flimsy excuse for your family and friends when they asked to meet your elusive boyfriend. In addition, you had to accept the fact that he would have to disappear sometimes for weeks on end to do his boss’ bidding.

There was also the small matter of arson, murder and theft and a multitude of other crimes that you’d prefer not to know about. And while you weren’t necessarily okay with a lot of what Dabi did, you loved him. You loved him so much that turning a blind eye was so easy it made you question your own morality. He didn’t scare you either. Not in the slightest, because you knew in his own special way, he loved you too.

In fact it ran much deeper than that. On his worst days, Dabi could set the world ablaze until nothing was left because in the end he didn’t care about anyone or anything, not even himself. Until he met you, he says. He tells you that in you, he’s found something to tether him to this existence.

Ok so maybe he didn’t use those words exactly, but he doesn’t have to. You know that’s what he means when he spoils you with expensive, stolen clothes and jewellery, when he offers to burn alive any person who makes you even the tiniest bit upset and when he comes home to you bloodied and beaten, trusting you to take care of him.

In summary, your relationship forced you to give up on having any “normal couple” experiences.  That included, celebrating anniversaries and silly holidays like Valentine’s Day so you never bothered to keep track of them. It could hardly be considered a sacrifice when you compared those things to what you actually got from your relationship.

Dabi had been gone for close to a month now and you didn’t expect him back anytime soon, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. In fact the very last thing you expected was for him to creep into your bedroom in the middle of night and rouse you from your peaceful sleep with a soft kiss on your temple.

You don’t jump out of bed in a panic, like any sane person would. Instead you let out a satisfied hum, surrounded by the scent of burnt flesh, ash and menthol, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. It should be unpleasant but its Dabi’s scent and you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. You pick your phone up from your night stand, squinting your eyes at the bright light that makes them sting.

Sunday 14 February, 2:43am

“Welcome home.” You mumble groggily, trying your best to fight off your tired body urging you to go back to sleep.

Instead of replying, he greets you by pressing his mouth to yours. You let out a quiet gasp, startled by the sudden display of affection. His lips are chapped but that doesn’t matter, your tongue darts out to moisten them before your lips lock into a gentle kiss.

You reach up, weaving your hands through his dark hair in an attempt to draw him closer but he retreats, opting instead to turn on the bedside lamp but keeping his other hand behind his back. “Sit up doll. Got a surprise for ya.”

Any thoughts of sleep were long forgotten as soon as his lips met yours but now he’s really piqued your interest. You push yourself up against the headboard and sit cross-legged. You look up at Dabi expectantly. Your boyfriend is smiling wide, skin pulled so taut you think one of his staples might give out. He reveals to you what he has hidden behind his back. A square black box, wrapped in a cobalt satin ribbon.

It’s so cliché you can’t help but let out a small snort. “What is it?”

“It’s a gift. You know… for Valentine’s Day?” He says as though it should be obvious to you.

Your heart swells at the gesture. It really was a surprise. Not in a bad way, you just knew he wasn’t your average boyfriend and that was okay. You didn’t want him to be.

“Well now I feel awful. I didn’t get you anything.” You pout as he props the box onto your lap.

“’S like a toy… so it’s technically for you but kinda for both of us.” It’s unusual to see Dabi this excited. The way he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes filled with mirth makes you all the more curious.

“Like a sex toy?” A giggle escapes you as you undo the bow.

“Are we playing fuckin’ 20 questions? Just open it.” He presses you.

You huff at his impatience but you don’t comment, not wanting to wait any longer either. You remove the lid of the box only to find something wildly unexpected.

A revolver?

You look up at your boyfriend with confusion etched on your face but his gleeful grin doesn’t falter. You’ve never seen a sex toy like this so you pick up the article to test its weight. It’s definitely the real deal.

“Dabi, this isn’t a toy.” You state matter-of-factly.

He merely rolls his eyes and says “Doll, when you can incinerate someone with a flick of your wrist, that little thing is definitely considered a toy?”

“O-okay? What do you want to do with it?” You ask, placing offending object onto your nightstand, not really wanting to hold on to it anymore, the metallic smell making you feel queasy.

“Ever heard of Russian Roulette?” Dabi, picks up the abandoned item, looking down at it with pride.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows as nervousness starts to creep into your system and you instinctively move to back away from him but Dabi is quick to pull you back.

“It’s real easy doll. No need to look so scared.” He crawls on top of you, caging you in with his limbs. “6 chambers. 1 bullet. All you have to do is be a good girl for me. If not, I pull the trigger and we see what happens.”

The look on his face is positively demented. Azure eyes wide and bright, patchwork face contorted into a a sinister smile, white teeth and silver staples gleaming in the dim light.

“Baby,” you hope the pet name will placate him. It usually does. “I don’t know about thi-“

CLICK

You let out a shriek as your body jolts in fear but you’re unable to move with his weight pressing on top of you.

“You see now doll?” He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “You’ve gone and wasted a shot.”

Dabi climbs off of you and you’re left lying there with your heart hammering violently in your chest, body trembling, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. Reeling from the shock of what is happening

“You gonna listen now? Gonna be good?” Dabi prompts, rolling the gun around in his hand.

All you can do is nod as your eyes being to water. The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grows worse as your mind races with the possible things Dabi has in store for you.

“Good. Now strip.” He command and like a good girl, you obey.

Your arms feel like they’re made of lead, moving rigidly to take off your shirt (one of Dabi’s old ones). You can’t stop the tears from falling as you pull down your panties, fat droplets roll down your cheeks, desperately trying to swallow the sounds of your sobbing.

This can’t be happening. It’s Dabi. He wouldn’t hurt you. He promised you that.

“Oh cut the fuckin’ waterworks.” He snaps. “As long as you listen, you’ll be fine.”

You try to calm yourself with deep breaths, not wanting to irritate him any further.

When you turn to face him, he’s leaning back on his haunches, one hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily gripping the revolver. “Fair warning, I’m more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kinda guy. But you know that already.” He thumbs the cylinder, making it spin. “Now, touch yourself for me.”

Breathing is difficult. No matter how much you try, it’s like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Thinking only of gun in your boyfriend’s hand, you still you bring your own hand between your legs, but you can’t concentrate, what with the dread taking over your body making it tough to have any control of your body. Your movements are stiff and apparently not up to Dabi’s standards.

He only scoffs before-

CLICK

You scream again, body nearly flying off the bed before you curl yourself up into a ball. The fright is enough to stop your heart. For a second you believe it has.

“Doll,” Dabi’s gruff voice brings you back to earth, reminding you that you’re very much alive and whether or not you stay that way is entirely up to him. “You’re ruining my surprise. Got it ‘specially for you and now you’re being a brat.” He quirks an eyebrow at you, almost like a challenge.

“So-sorry.-“ your voice breaks. “I’ll be good.”

You’re still struggling to comprehend how any of this is real. You thought you knew him. You thought he loved you. And here he is, treating your life like it’s a game. You can’t help but think that this is your own fault. You thought you were above everyone else, the exception to your boyfriend’s villain behaviour.

“Yeah?” His voice drops to a whisper. “Then show me.” He challenges you. Dabi slips off his t-shirt and moves between your legs to get a better view, pressing on your knees to split them apart.

Self-preservation kicks in. There is one way out of this alive and that’s doing what he says. You spread yourself even wider, showing him all of you. Your hands, glide over your smooth thighs, kneading the pudgy flesh as you get closer and closer your sex, teasing yourself the way he would.  Your fingers find your clit and just a little pressure makes your eyes melt shut. Probably for best anyway. It makes it easier to imagine anything but this. You drag those fingers through your delicate folds, letting out breathy sighs as heat begins to bloom between your thighs.

You pretend, its Dabi’s touch. In your mind’s eye you see the two of you, limbs tangled with Dabi on top, resting his forehead against yours. It’s one of those nights where he wants to go slow. So slow that the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of is you bordering on torturous. It’s one of those nights where he wants to lay his head on your chest, mouthing at your breasts, laving your nipples with his wet tongue while you tell him, in that sensual voice  that you love him, that he’s perfect, that he’s yours.  Because it’s one of those nights, where everything feels like too much for him and the only person that he really has on his side is you.

It’s not long before you’re leaking. Somewhere, deep in the back of your mind, there’s a voice chastising you for being so easy for him… even now. There’s almost no resistance as two of your fingers, press into your entrance. Your fingers are no match for Dabi’s, they never hit all those deep, hidden spots  that make you see stars but still, you start to move them slowly, brushing your thumb over your clit every so often.

“Look at me.” You feel his breath waft over your pussy.

Eyelids fluttering open and you meet his gaze. It stuns you a little and your hands come to a standstill. He is handsome, breathtakingly so, even though he thinks you’re lying whenever you when you tell him that. The way he stares at you, with love and adoration in his eyes, it’s almost like the fantasy you were just imagining. Almost like the fantasy you’ve been living in this whole time. It’s enough to make you forget the situation you’re in. Then the muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, snapping you back to reality fast enough to give you whiplash.

“Fucking slut.” He growls and smacks your hand away from your pussy.

You jerk as he starts to move it the gun circles over your sensitive nub and then dipping down to your tight slit to gather up your juices.

“All those fuckin’ tears but look how wet you are.” He says more to himself than you as he admires the way your slick leaves a sheen on the barrel. With his eyes trained directly on yours, his perfectly pink tongue pokes out to lick it clean, groaning at the taste.

The next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your legs, guiding them over his broad shoulders. He kisses you on your mons before his tongue begins greedily lapping at your hole. “Tastes so good doll.” He mutters with his nose pressed against your clit. He slips the wet muscle inside of you making you whine.  You reflexively grab onto his black hair, tugging on the stands and he lets out a groan of approval. He moves up to your clit, circling it with his tongue before suckling on it. While he brushes just the tip of a finger over your cunt, making it clench around nothing while you desperately buck your hips, in an attempt to have it inside you.

The way he’s eating you out is almost romantic?

Or it would be, if it weren’t for the metal digging into your flesh.

“Doll,” He places a sloppy kiss on your clit, lighting dragging his teeth over the hood. “Want you to squirt for me.”

A lump forms in your throat. You can count on one hand the amount of times that has happened. You’re not sure of the odds that you’d be able to right now and it’s not a gamble you’re willing to take. “Dabi, I don’t think I can….”

CLICK

You thrash, screaming so loud it makes your throat burn.

Dabi still holds you open, keeping you in place. “I wasn’t asking.” He makes sure to maintain eye contact as he drops a fat glob of spit right on to your clit before diving face first into your cunt once again.

He pushes 2 of his long, lithe fingers into your tight entrance. It’s unexpected and you wince. He drags his right hand (the one holding the gun) up your torso, resting the muzzle underneath your breast, right over your racing heart. A reminder of what’s at stake. He envelopes your sensitive clit with his lips, moving his fingers in tandem with the suction. You’re consumed by desire as Dabi brings you so close to the edge.

“Dee-Deeper please.” Your pant out.

He smiles against your mound before complying with your request. “Right here?” His fingers press against that squishy patch deep inside you and your eyes roll back.

“Nnnggg yeah.” You’re barely able to mewl out. You dig your heels into his back and grind against his face, chasing your high. Dabi keeps hitting that spot with astonishing precision but you hold off for as long as you can, letting the pleasurable sensation build until the pressure in your core becomes unbearable. When it finally snaps because you can’t hold it anymore, your eyes squeeze shut, hands flying to his biceps and you dig your nails into the sinewy muscle. You gush around his fingers and all over his face. Dabi doesn’t move though, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly until you’re trembling and whimpering, pushing him away from your pussy. He finally relents, a pop echoing around the room as he lets go of you.

He gives you a predatory look, scared face and chest wet with the remnants of your orgasm. “You made such a mess baby but I’m glad you’re finally having fun.” He’s just as out of breath as you are but far more composed.

Your head is still fuzzy and limbs are still twitching but your boyfriend doesn’t let you recover. “C’mon, doll. My turn.” He begins to undo his belt, silver buckle clinking as he rushes to drag it through the loops of his jeans

You pull yourself on to all fours, now eye level with his crotch. He pulls down his pants and boxers in one go, his erection almost hitting you in the face.

“You’ve been lucky so far.” He taps the bulbous head of his cock on your lips, smearing your lips with the pre that dribbles out of it. “But I wouldn’t test it if I were you. Open.”

Your mouth is already watering at the sight of him. So long, thick and veiny. It’s disgusting actually, this Pavlovian response. He fucks you deeper, stretches you wider and makes you feel better than anyone ever had. You wonder briefly, if anyone ever could fuck you as good as Dabi.

You stick out your tongue and he slides himself between your lips, groaning as he pushes into your mouth, slowly, inch by inch. He fills your mouth completely and you shut your eyes, savouring the salty taste of him but you feel the muzzle press against your temple and making them shoot open. “Atta girl. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He grunts as he plunges into your throat. You bob your head up and down his shaft, the hand at the back of your head setting a brutal pace. The room is filled with the sounds of you gagging and his hefty sac smacking against your chin.

“So good to me baby.” He tilts his head back, losing himself in the pleasure. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him while your saliva leaks out, dripping down his balls. Dabi is big and heavy, stretching you so wide and making you jaw ache from the weight of him. You’re already lightheaded from the lack of air, no matter how much you try breathing through your nose. You don’t dare to complain though.

He pulls out of your mouth slowly, stretching a string of saliva from the head of his dick to your tongue that’s hanging out of your mouth. You pant like a bitch attempting to catch your breath. He doesn’t give you much time before he’s in your throat again, back to fucking your face.

“I love you so much. You love me?” He sounds so sweet, totally blissed out.

He stops thrusting and tilts your head up to look at him, blinking tear-clumped lashes. You try utter a ‘Yes, I love you.’ but with his shaft gagging you, it comes out all garbled. The muscles in your throat convulse around the deep intrusion. “You’d do anything for me right?” He asks, jabbing the muzzle even harder into your temple, finger resting lightly on the trigger. You nod, watching Dabi lose his composure bit by bit. “Yeah. That’s why you’re my girl.” He pushes himself even deeper inside you, making you finally take all of him, until your nose meets his pubic hair and holding you there. “Fuck.”

CLICK

“Hmmhhhhngggh” You squeal around him but you can’t pull off because of the grip he has on your scalp. When he lets you go you’re choking and coughing up a lewd mixture of spit and pre-cum.

“Wh- Why” You blubber, voice hoarse. You don’t understand. You were doing exactly what he asked. You were being good.

“Sorry baby. Felt so good, my finger slipped.” He doesn’t even try to hide his mischievous smirk. The fucker is definitely not sorry.

You want to beg him to stop this ridiculous game because you see now there’s no way you can win because Dabi doesn’t play fair.

He doesn’t give you the chance though, already shuffling off his bottoms all the way and propping himself up against the headboard. “C’mon pretty baby.” He tugs on your ankle.  Wanna see you bounce on my dick.”

You clumsily position yourself atop his lap quickly, before you can even think about it. You know he doesn’t need a reason to pull that trigger but still, you don’t want to give him one.

He grinds his tip along your heat, piercings dragging across your clit over and over again. It’s something he does whenever you have sex, to rile you up. And just like all those other times, it’s working. Circumstances be damned. “Needa feel this hot little pussy. Give it to me doll.” He murmurs against the shell of your ear.

You nod as you lift yourself off of him to hover your dripping wet hole over his hard dick. You slowly squat down on onto him, the fat head stretching you out, burning with every inch you take. You mewl, making futile attempts to blink away tears. You get halfway before you have to stop, resting your hands on his shoulders trying to gain leverage. You’re outright crying now, wet droplets landing on Dabi’s chest.

“’S matter doll.”

I’m terrified. You yell in your head but stay silent, choosing to focus on relaxing your ever-tightening hole in order to take more of him.

“Oh, I know.” He coos, voice dripping with condescension. “’S too big for your tiny cunny.” He leans forward to kiss away the salty tears. “But you can take it. I know you can.” He cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with a calloused thumb. “You can do it for me”

You start to move slowly up and down, using gravity to force more of his monstrous cock inside you with shallow movements. You really are trying your best but that’s apparently not good enough for Dabi and he lets you know that by pressing the barrel of the gun into your stomach. You freeze, horrified, more tears start falling from your eyes. You open your mouth to beg him to just give you a little time. You’re trying.

“Quit being a baby and just take it.” He says before you even get the chance.

“I’m trying Dabi, please just-“

CLICK

He cuts off your plea.  He’s not interested in your excuses.

The rotation of the cylinder sends vibrations through your abdomen. Amidst the shock, you release your grip on his shoulders and impale yourself on his shaft by mistake. The combination of the searing stretch and the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix is so overwhelming that you collapse forward, head falling on to your boyfriend’s chest. You feel the rumbles of his chuckles while he’s quite literally splitting you open.

“See? Knew you could. Just needed a little scare. Isn’t that right.” He rubs your back as if to comfort you. He lets out a low whistle. “But looks like you’re all out of chances doll. Now bounce.” He gives you a spank with an inhumanly warm hand, making you squeal and leaving your cheek tender.  

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders again. Dabi’s sapphire eyes are practically glowing, daring you to be stupid enough to defy him one more time.

You pull off almost entirely, keeping just his tip inside of you, before spearing his shaft into you again.

“Good girl.” When he praises you with that raspy voice makes you keen and desperate for more of it.

His hand snakes its way up your torso to cup one of your breasts. Your back arches, pushing into his scorching hot touch, forgetting momentarily about his other hand and what he’s holding in it.  He gropes your chest, tweaks and twists at your nipples, leaving red, inflamed hand prints in his wake. You’re practically delirious with pleasure, babbling out incoherent streams of his name along with “yes” and “more”.  All the while, he murmurs praises about how good you are and how much he loves you. It’s confusing and you can’t process any of it.

“Who owns this perfect pussy?”

“Dabi. Fuck. Dabi.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth in the most obscene way, drooling down your chin. Your plush walls pulse around him as he hits that sensitive spot every time you sink down on him.

“That’s right it’s all fuckin mine. My pretty baby.” Dabi’s eyes are focus on where your two bodies are connected watching the translucent ring of your cream appear and disappear as you ride him.

“Preeeettyyy.” You slur and he laughs at how fucked out you are, brain completely jumbled between the fear, the pain and the bliss all combined into ecstasy.

“Doll.” He groans. “I feel ya squeezin’ me. You gonna cum?”

He’s right. You nod as you feel that coil tightening again, threatening to snap at any second. The man finally starts putting in work, pounding into you every time you pull off of him. Dabi abandons the gun in favour of playing with your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles. “Yeah? Gonna cream and gush around me? Want you to baby.” He buries his head in the crook of your neck, sucking, biting and licking while he assaults your sopping wet pussy. “C’mon doll, please.”

With that you orgasm. He grabs your hips pulling you flush against his thighs, fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips up into you until your high finally subsides.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath before he’s got the revolver pressed hard underneath your chin. “Now make me cum.” You almost collapse but the harsh grip he has on your hair suspends you upright.

Your mind is so foggy and Dabi gives you a small smile, appreciating the perplexed look in your droopy eyes. But he’s not done with you yet.

“Hey.” You’re ripped from your daze, when he slaps you across the face, sending your head swinging to the side. “Don’t pass out on me now.”  

“So-sorry! ‘M sorry!” You grovel as you slam your tired body down on his dick once again, trying to ignore the throbbing on your cheek, the ringing in your ears, and the ache in your battered cunt.  You’re so sensitive from your last orgasm but you don’t have a choice and you don’t dare deny him anything. Your thighs are quaking and burning with every movement but your boyfriend is unimpressed.

“You can do better than that doll.” He lets out a bitter laugh, enjoying every second of tormenting you. “It’s like you want your brains splattered on the ceiling.”

You start crying again, shaking your head frantically. In the time that you’ve been with Dabi, you’ve learned certain tricks, you know he likes it, but in this panic/lust induced frenzy, you can’t remember any of them. Instead, you bounce, mindlessly on him while your gummy walls clench tighter around him every time he nudges at your a-spot. Your legs are going numb from all the effort and you plop down, limp onto his lap, taking him to the hilt.

Dabi tsks at you, reminding you that you can’t rest just yet. You swivel your hips, grinding your pelvis against his while he’s buried deep in your wet heat. You pray to whatever deity is listening that he’s getting close, you’re not sure how much more you can take.

“If I don’t bust in the next 5 seconds.” His hand finds your clit again, you grind across his fingers has you rock against him. “Bang!” He emphasises the word by bringing a heated palm down on your ass.

A choked sob bubbles at the back of your throat, making him snicker

Hands pressed to his chest, you ride him like a woman possessed, the last bits of adrenaline kicking in. Your sloppy cunt squelches every time you drive yourself down on his cock just motivating you to fuck him harder.

“Five.” He grits out.

“Dabi, please!” But you’re met with icy, apathetic eyes staring back at you, feeling the terror that the rest of the city does when they so much as hear his name.

“Four.” He rubs your already raw clit, faster and you can feel another orgasm building, much quicker than your last two.

Your body feels so heavy but you can’t stop moving, not unless you want him to- “Please cum!” You beg. “Need your cum.”

“Three.”

He starts to fuck up into you again with unforgiving force.

“Wh-Why?!” is all you can manage as your mind starts to fog up again, the need to come becoming all the more urgent.

“Two.” He ignores your question, transfixed on your tits bounce in his face. You’re getting close to your third orgasm of the night and it seems Dabi is determined to get you there.

You still can’t believe this is real. You never thought that Dabi would treat you like this. You were supposed to be special.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

Moreover, you can’t believe how your own body is betraying you. You can’t believe you’re actually going to cum. Again.

“One.”

You cry out his name one last time, unsure if it’s out of fear or pleasure. You dig your nails into his arms again, in a feeble attempt to ground yourself as you cum around him. The orgasm that rips through you makes it difficult for you to be sure of anything.

What you are sure of is the fact that there was no bang or bullet.

Just one last CLICK (practically drowned out by your screaming) and the sensation of Dabi’s hot cum flooding your womb. He has a bruising grip on your hips, gun now discarded, and he ruts up into to making sure to stuff your cunt absolutely full of him. He begins to laugh as he softens inside you.

Your head is still spinning but once you’re able to push yourself off of him, you can finally make sense of what just happened.

He was fucking with you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, using weak and quivering arms to throw pillows at him while you cry so hard it makes you dry heave.

Your asshole of a boyfriend starts cackling, clutching his abdomen as if he just pulled the world’s funniest prank while your heart is beating so hard and fast you think it might break through your ribcage.

“You should have seen your face. You were so fuckin’ scared.”

You become nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat as you come to a sickening realisation.

This is not your Dabi. This is the Dabi that the rest of the world gets to see.

Evil, sadistic, merciless. This is the real Dabi.

You attempt to scramble off of the bed to get away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the humiliation. But Dabi grabs your wrist and yanks you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. A gesture you used to treasure but now it just made your skin crawl. “C’mon Doll you didn’t think I was being serious did you?”

You writhe in his hold, hitting against his hard, toned chest with pathetic fists. “Don’t be such a crybaby. It was just a joke.” He strokes your hair oh so tenderly. But you won’t fall for that again. Dabi is a villain through and through. You know that now.  

It’s no use fighting him off though, all the fight in you is used up. You don’t know what else to do. So you do the easy thing: nuzzle your head into his chest, tremors rocking your body as you hiccup, while he holds you. That way you can pretend that you feel safe with him, just like you used to.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, doll. I love you.”

[deluluass]

Then, the dam breaks.

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; dacryphilia; mild infantilization

Kuroo's not a bad person. 

Not even by a long shot. "Bad" is willfully stretching out a leg, hidden like a predator among the bushes; hungry for an unknowing soul who's naively secured with their surroundings and the crack that resounds when face finally meets floor.

Or, murder! Murder is bad, he believes.  

No, Kuroo isn't capable of any of those things. He might seem like he has a mean streak about him. What, with his sharp tongue and that incorrigible self-satisfied smirk (according to Yaku) and his words that may or may not sting like a backhanded slap sometimes. But that's all in good humor. 

Well-deserved, too, when given to the right asshole. And if he does manage to get under the skin of the wrong person, Kuroo's not above offering an apology. 

And he means it. (Occasionally.)

There's no pleasure to be had, if anyone would ask. Because, again , he's not a bad guy. He's sly: he knows that much, though he wouldn't taunt someone into visible pain just for the thrill of it.

There's a method to all this. A purpose. Not a profound one, but a reason all the same. 

So he has to admit he's feeling kinda lost figuring out why, of all people, it just really had to be you. 

There wasn't much of an option to begin with.

Art clubs had already been full. The other ones, you weren't much interested in. And by the time you realized your homeroom teacher would stop at nothing to remind you that this year was your last chance to do something other than study and prepare for exams, for once— well, it had already been too late to reconsider joining those.

Then a flyer was handed out to you.

"V-volley," the boy trailed off. 

Try as you might but you couldn't recognize him. A feat, that, considering his blond mohawk that you could spot among a crowd of thousands. 

He seemed like he'd caught a nasty spell that prevented him from meeting anyone's eyes, even as you deliberately searched his face for any sign that he'd explain himself to you. Surely, he must have a lot to say after he'd outright ambushed you from entering the cafeteria. 

"You...want me to join?" 

You were on the verge of asking for more details, focusing on the black cat (though it didn't look like it) drawn on the center of the curiously damp paper, only to find out that you'd been conversing with an empty hallway. 

A soft grumble left you. 

"Weird," you concluded, barely a whisper. "Weird, weird, weird ."

You were the volleyball team's manager since then. 

"She's not much of a talker."

Lev hunched to his knees again, sounding very much like he's running out of breath.

It should've been Kuroo's cue to gently ( gently) tell him off, that Nekoma's ace would handle a minute of catching a ball with their face with much more tenacity than he does, or that Nekoma's ace shouldn't have to catch the ball with their face in the first place, period.

" Zoning out already, Ace? " he'd planned on jeering, but instead he followed the direction of the overgrown 10 year old's gaze. 

Someone was talking to you. 

Apologizing , was more like it, if the other student's incessant bowing until his torso fell from his body was any indication. You were outside of the gym, clipboard tucked under an arm, so it was impossible to catch a word you were saying.

Not that you were saying much. Or anything at all. You only nodded. And nodded again. And after what seemed like the world's loudest "I'm so sorry, senpai!",you immediately went back inside to refill the water bottles lined atop the bench. 

"Hey," Kenma sighed, the ball in his hand aimed for a toss. "Focus."

And the cycle of Lev being an utter disappointment to the blond setter continued. 

Kuroo let out a noncommittal hum, eyes never leaving you, trailing like a lost pup as you handed out water bottles to Nobuyuki and the others. 

"Not a talker, huh," he muttered to himself. 

How long has it been? Two weeks? Three, maybe? Kuroo could scarcely remember for how many days you'd been showing up to this sweaty pit to perform your duties. On the dot. Always. Without fail. 

What he does remember was the first day.

Chin up; head held high. You strutted into their lives as if you were leading an entire militia to battle and had no time to waste.  

He teased you for it when you'd already busied yourself with clean up duty a few minutes after your (short) ( extremely concise) introduction.

("Slow down there, general," he told you with a wry chuckle. He expected any reaction from you, really.)

(He just didn't expect you to actually slow down on your cleaning and pick up on the Coach's remaining paperwork right then and there, going through it like a forest fire.)

It would take him a few more days to realize that that's just how you are. 

Even when you rejected a tongue-tied Yamamoto when he tried to ask you out. For a meal. With the other boys, of course.

Even when you took a hurtling ball to your leg and lost your footing and had the whole team scrambling for a stretcher, only for you to stand on your good leg, tell everyone "I'm okay," and walk to the nurse's office on your own.

(Kuroo doesn't think he's seen someone limp with so much grace before.)

His throat suddenly felt incredibly dry. 

Water . Water was what he needed. 

Right. 

You didn't see him coming from across the court. You were sitting on the bench and your back was turned, scribbling on that clipboard propped on your lap, yet— like clockwork, your idle hand shot out to give him the last bottle to your left before he could even finish asking for one.

He felt his lips curve as he muttered his thanks around the lid.

"Say," Kuroo began.  

You were reading the things you wrote back to yourself. 

"Mind telling me what was that about?"

You paused. You blinked up at Kuroo. 

The attention hits him like a freight train. 

That clear as summer sky gaze, unclouded and bright. 

It's nuts how unreal it felt. How can something so elusive be now all on him. 

(Just for him.)

"Earlier," he added, licking his lips and feeling silly for the way his chest tightened. "Seemed kinda intense."

"He borrowed my notes," you said. Then back to the clipboard again. 

Kuroo made himself comfortable next to you, elbow propped on his knee as he rested his chin against an open palm.

"Got a test coming up?"

"Cram school. He's in the same class."

Of course .

"Of course," Kuroo grinned. "What happened? Heard the guy apologize to you like you were about to kill him."

Laughter bubbled out of his chest. Unfortunately, you didn't seem to find it as funny as he did. Pity. 

He sighed.

"Nothing too bad, I hope."  

The noise of ballpoint pen scratching against paper halted. 

From way at the back, Lev was prattling Kenma's ear off again. Kuroo guessed they were about to leave, walking away from the court, away from the gym and to god knows where. The whole team, too, for that matter.

Everyone seemed to have gone, diminished in that second. He couldn't hear them anymore, didn't bother to see if they're still there.

He was looking at you, after all. Really looking at you. Your grip on the pen was a tad severe, he thought; fingers determined to squeeze the ink out of the barrel. 

Your face betrayed nothing. Indeed, anyone could spare you a glance and immediately guess that this is just another empty chat between acquainted individuals, conversation just for the sake of it. 

Kuroo wasn't just anyone, though.

Chin up and head held high; as you'd always done. But Kuroo's close enough to see it now, unlike before: the gulps you take in between breaths; the falter in those eyes that only ever looked forward.

Chin up and head held high, but Kuroo sees now that the neck he could easily break with one hand is so tense it's essentially a string pulled too tight that's on the brink of snapping. 

Oh.

"Oh," Kuroo whispered.

Oh .

"He lost it didn't he?" Kuroo realized. "Your notes."

And it did snap.

"Just..!" You looked down and bunched your pants in your fist. "No. Of course not. It's nothing," you huffed, putting the ball pen's cap back on. 

You were leaving.

Kuroo stood up.

"You look upset, manager-san," he said softly, his larger frame blocking your attempts of escape. "It is bothering you, hm?"

"My notebook got-got ruined, sure," you said. "But juice stains aren't bothering me, Captain ."

There it is. You were meeting his gaze again. 

" Too late for that ," Kuroo thought. There's a stutter to your words when there had been none. 

Your arms are trembling and you look  uncomfortable. He should stop. He knows he should stop , but whatever it is he said is chipping away at that impenetrable wall and he doesn't get what's happening now but damn, damn if that tingle running down his spine doesn't feel so fucking good. 

"My bad," he chuckled. "Sorry."

He raised both his arms in a show of defeat. 

"I'm- it's fine," you said through gritted teeth. "If you would just— excuse me."

Kuroo shrugged a shoulder. 

"Sorry about your notes, still," he said. "Must've been important to you. We all know how much you take your studies very, very seriously." 

Kuroo smirked. "You shouldn't have let him have it then." 

That made you stop in your tracks. 

"What do you mean?" you sought, confusion breaking your voice into what sounds like the smallest it's ever been.

Kuroo felt his breath catch in his throat.

"He needed my help, though," you rushed. "I can't just turn people away." 

"Really?" Kuroo sniggered, eyebrows lifting in fascination. 

"Could've sworn you were good at it," he said; whispered it so lowly, you couldn't have heard it. But you did.

You heard him, all right. Loud and clear.

Because it was just like watching someone take a bullet to the heart. 

First, the disbelief. 

Skin, muscles, and ligaments weren't made to be broken like that. A person wasn't created to bleed to death. And when it happens, well, all one can ask is: how could someone hurt me like this? 

So you stand before him, immobile, disbelief written in those wide eyes, because how could he hurt me like this?

Then—

Then, the dam breaks.

Kuroo doesn't think that you know it; that you're gaping at him with tears streaming down your face; that you're falling apart and stripping yourself bare the more you try to temper those quivering lips with that cute little nibbling you do.  

Kuroo doesn't think you know it, too.

That no one has ever been as beautiful as you are, right in that very moment.

You're not a good person.

Not even by a long shot. "Good" is an open hand, warm and soft and prepared to accept anyone in need of it. It's many things, goodness, but it most certainly isn't a dismissive attitude towards a well-meaning person who only wants to get to know you.

You hadn't gone this far in your uneventful life ignorant of what people say behind your back. "Frigid" is one. "Indifferent" on a good day. "Bitch" when someone feels like being mean. 

It's not like you're mad or anything; not as if you'd built up some sort of resentment within you that now you've settled for being perpetually friendless. You have plans, is all. You just can't afford to be a constant helping hand when you've got so much to do.

So you take it. 

Be a sport about it, was what you've always been told. Stiff upper lip, as they say. You remain silent about it and you endure and maybe you shed a few tears later as you lie in bed and maybe you entertain the possibility that you'll never see the end of this loneliness. 

But that's neither here nor there.

The point is, this time shouldn't have been any different.

(But sometimes even the strongest walls can crumble. All it takes is one crack, then the rest would follow.)

It was a bad day. 

You woke up late. You messed up the tally in the first set of practice games. You forgot the homework you'd stayed up all night to do. 

And the person whom you've lended your notes to for the college entrance exams lost it. 

He lost it. Conveniently just a month before the actual thing. 

"I- It's nowhere to be found, senpai," he explained. "I tried looking for it everywhere but- but I.." (You don't remember the rest.)

It's fine, you told yourself. You're fine. You can do something about a little inconvenience like this. You always have.

But then Kuroo Tetsurou asked. 

He's an amazing captain; even someone like you who only had a rudimentary knowledge at volleyball could understand the level of skill it requires to do what he does on the court while still managing to reign in the polarizing characters in this team together. And like most people, Kuroo Tetsurou has never cared for you. 

That's what you'd always thought, concerning him. Even when there had been times when he'd let slip what he thought about you. ("You're so cold, manager-san," he pouted once after you'd refused to eat with Yamamoto and the others.)

So it blindsided you, to say the least. 

The way he looked at you, as if he's privy to your darkest secrets, like he's seen you at your lowest and somehow knows you more than you did. 

When he'd jabbed and poked at what you'd only later realize was already a festering wound. (" It is bothering you, hm?" he said.) And before you could think about telling him to stop, to please, please let it go, it had already happened.

(" Could've sworn you were good at it ," he said.) 

This isn't news to you. Besides, there have obviously been worse digs. 

But hearing it from people who think you're not listening and being told about it to your face are two vastly different things. 

(Maybe it's because deep inside you'd always hoped that not everyone disliked you. That even though you're not a good person, you're not entirely bad either.)

Right in front of you, swift and without warning, he spoke only the truth.

You just weren't prepared for how deep it could cut. 

"I have to go," you murmured.

It took you a few seconds to realize that you'd been crying. And when you did, you immediately wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, turning away from him and the others still engrossed in their drills.

You let your feet do the thinking, allowing it to take you wherever they wished to go ( not here. not here. anywhere but here ), finding it impossible to do so yourself when your vision is clouded with welling tears. 

You moved forward, never once looked back, until you ended up inside the stark darkness of the gym's forgotten neighbor. 

The shed has long been abandoned and had nothing but dust, a couple of furniture in disrepair, and the occasional bug to keep it company. It was good enough for you. You didn't need much anyway.

Except for silence. 

The breaths that you'd desperately tried to control shook like dried leaves hanging onto frail branches, much like your legs, eventually collapsing at the slightest gust of wind. 

All you needed was silence.

Crouched down, the feeling of bones reduced to jelly was a lot more palpable. And despite the pins and needles that you know would eventually appear like a vengeful mistress, you stubbornly pressed your knees closer to your damp face.

Stuttering inhales and short-lived exhales  soon enough filled the gnawing emptiness of the shed as you count back to the moment you'd started the day to when your classmate told you that he'd lost your notebook to when you'd been told of how much of a shitty person you are and you wonder how you would've changed your decisions and how could it have gotten to this point how could it go wrong like this what did I do what did I do wrong what went —

"There you are."

You clamped your mouth shut, clenched your teeth so hard to stop their chattering. How useless. 

The creaking noise of the door being closed— punctuated by the sound of the latch clicking, rendered that effort futile. 

Kuroo Tetsurou locked the door.   

"C-can you," you panted. "Can you please leave."

"I need some time alone," you said, every beat of your heart like the ticking clock of a time bomb. "Please." 

You waited for him to do as you'd told. Maybe what happened earlier was a mistake, a slip of tongue that hurt more than it should've, and he's here to apologize. Of course. That's it, isn't it? Why else would he be here?

"I- If you want to say something, we can- we can— later." 

It was as if the entire world had gone still. He said nothing; neither could you hear any hint of movement. You turned around.

"C-captain..!"

He was right there. 

Right in front of you, crouched and staring right back at you. His face a hair's breadth away from yours. 

Your legs shot upwards. 

"What are you- ah !" You hissed, feeling every cell in your body being incessantly pricked. Finding it impossible to stand on your own, your hands scrambled to get a hold of something, anything, maybe the almost dilapidated table behind you— only to be caught in between large, strong arms.

"Careful, now," he murmured against your neck. His scalding breath like frostbite, chilling you down to your bones until you were numbed from the pain.

He slithered a hand around your waist. With blood thundering to your ears, you bit back a shriek and pushed him away with all your might. But have you forgotten? Despite that indolent swagger of his, you've witnessed how this boy pushes himself to exertion for each match and beyond. What made you think you could win against him? 

And when you attempted to open your mouth and yell, he effortlessly covered it with a palm while hauling you towards the table. The thing rocked under your weight. It is amusing, what the fear of falling does to you. One moment you're thrashing your way out; the next, you're holding onto your tormentor for dear life.

"No one's gonna come for you." He shushed you like how one would when placating a rabid animal. "You really believe they would bother? With an attitude like that?"

Down, down, his hand sank to your thigh, kneading the aching flesh until all you could do was mewl out a hoarse, "S-stop. I beg y-you."

Because it's all that's left for you. No one's going to save you. Or maybe someone would. But, who? And would they, really? 

(Go on, then. Try. See for yourself.)

"Kuroo-san," you whimpered. " S-stop ."

(Would they even believe you? It's your word against his. Him . Their beloved captain.)

"Tetsurou," he only said, dipping his hand lower, wrapping your freezing legs around him. "Say it."

He's everywhere. Lips tracing your chin, teeth grazing your throat; all the while your weak, pathetic arms stayed on his shoulders, thinking he'd regain his senses because he has to. He has to. He's not a bad person. He wouldn't hurt you, not in that way. 

Even when rough palms are already caressing the sides of your breasts and you feel a bulge rutting against your stomach, hot and rock hard and large, his hands grabbing your ass to bring your crotch closer to his—

"Cap- Tetsurou!" You cried, trembling hands back on his chest as you sobbed and pleaded please, please, let me go, I won't say anything, I-I'll keep quiet .

He did stop. But he didn't let you go. (You're a stupid girl if you think he would). Instead, with a forefinger under your chin and a thumb on your lower lip, he gently tilted your head to meet his gaze. 

And when your murky vision adjusted to the shadows, the heart that wanted to escape from your chest ceased its clamoring, arresting your breath with it.

The afternoon sun peeked through the crevices of the shed's wooden walls. Red-orange light revealed a pair of iris swallowed by blown pupils, only for it to pass and shroud him back into the darkness. 

"Say it again," he whispered, deep voice cracking. " Tetsurou . My name."

You tried to speak and protest once again but only a croaked snivel left you, your babbling becoming less coherent when he began planting soft kisses on both tear-streaked cheeks. 

"You've been all alone, haven't you? Keeping everything to yourself all this time."

He kissed your forehead and it was so tender you wanted to die. 

"My strong, brave girl," he breathed. "I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you. I- I-"

You heard him chuckle as he pressed his forehead to yours, felt it crease on your skin. "I love you."

No. No, no, no . You shook your head and closed your eyes and prayed to anyone who's listening. 

"I love you," he repeated, strongly now, as if he only realized it this time around. 

And then he kissed you. Just a peck. And then he kissed you again, deepening it to probe a wet tongue into your mouth. And the hand sitting lax on your neck felt like a gun to your temple.   

You remained just as you were, like a plaything to do with as he pleased, as you felt calloused fingers creep inside your sweaty shirt.

"Such pretty tits," he grunted as he raised your bra over your breasts to brush your nipples, rolling and pinching and pulling them with his thumbs.

He muffled the noises you made with his own mouth still when he continued fondling you. You soon enough tasted the salt off of his palm when he left your lips to lick and pepper bites on your neck, on the valley and mounds of your breasts, sucking and lapping the stiff peaks until he was satisfied.

You tried counting, one to whatever. And when that did not work, you tried biting your own tongue to rid of the heat you fear would burst in your belly. 

All that went to waste when he reached inside your pants. 

"Not- not there!" you gasped, breaking your silence and wriggling out of his grasp.

He cooed. "You'll feel good. I promise."

After hooking long fingers over the hem of your panties, he briskly parted the hair and lips underneath to pull the thin cotton over the folds, over the throbbing nub trapped in the middle. 

"Your pussy's so wet, sweetheart," he sighed, the tip of his middle finger drawing light circles on your clothed clit. 

It was so lewd and dirty and the fact that your panties were soaked with slick was enough to burn you with shame.

"You like it, hm?" 

Perhaps you whimpered out a meek "no." You couldn't tell anymore, heaving out while he continued to toy with a sore nipple as he rubbed your slippery cunt, preying on your puffed out, swollen clit.  

"Feel what you do to me." He squeezed your wrist and forced your shivering hand on his crotch. "Take out my cock, baby," he whispered, scattering kisses on your neck.

"Tet-Tetsuro…san," you cried. "I can- I can't."

"Yes. Yes, you can ," he said, not halting the ministrations between your legs. "You're a big girl."

As if held by a string, he guided you, wrapped his hand around yours as he— as you stroked him, scorching and thick, up and down, just like that . 

"Good girl. My good little girl," he groaned, parting your panties to the side to tease your dripping hole. 

You wept harder, the inevitable only a few seconds away from you. A single finger, at first. And when he added a second one, you realized you preferred having a hand on your mouth than his lips on yours.

(Because then you wouldn't have to think of an excuse why you're suddenly swirling and brushing your tongue in time with his.) 

For a while there had been nothing but the sound of two wet lips pursing against each other (along with those embarrassing squelching noises). 

He treated you as if you were made of porcelain, your plush walls stroked oh so gently as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. Even when he ended the kiss and removed your hand from his cock, spit and pre-cum connecting you to him, he still handled you as if you would break at the drop of a hat.

That's why it snuck up on you, what happened, after he brought his mouth to your ear.

"Don't scream," he whispered. 

Then, he rammed his fingers in your mouth. 

You tasted yourself as he forced you on your back, slamming you down on the dirty table yet still carrying your weight all throughout, never letting go.

The bitter acceptance of it— that what began earlier can only conclude to this , did not prepare you for the feeling when he finally thrust himself into you.

They say it shouldn't hurt at first. If it does then he's doing it wrong. 

You hardly know if it's relief or horror that dawns on you when you realize how he stretched you out so easily, despite his size. Because, by all means, this should be wrong. This is wrong. 

"Gonna ruin you," he panted. "Gonna ruin you and— fuck put you back together myself."

He grinded his cock inside you deep and slow and when he hit that spot you couldn't control yourself from jackknifing so hard he had to hold you down. He does this mercilessly, pace growing more delirious until you're nothing but a choked and sputtering fool around his fingers.

"I won't ever leave you. I’m here," he cooed, stroking your hair and kissing your face as you bawled and shattered in his embrace. "I’m here ."

"So cry all you want."

[iridescentlemoncandy]

Truth or Dare - Season 8 [Osborn]

Introduction Hit or Miss

(Osborn’s Truth – answer one “Trap Question for Couples”)

MC: Listen – after a party, will you take a drunk female friend back to her home?

Osborn: Yes.

MC: Eh?

Osborn’s answer was short and simple, rendering all the responses I have prepared beforehand, useless. At the same time, a complicated feeling fills my mind.

Osborn: What’s with the expression? You’re not happy?

MC: That's not it…

Osborn: Your tears are about to fall down and yet, you’re still denying.

MC: It’s because I’m touched from knowing how caring Boss Xiao can be.

Osborn: Silly, my teammates are male, not to mention they are all single. In a party, if you’re not the drunk lady, who else will it be? Of course, I’d take you back home.

Not expecting to get this answer, the complicated feelings disperse, and they get replaced with a tinge of sweetness and embarrassment.

MC: Wait, why didn’t you follow the script?

Osborn: Because a certain liar has gotten more cunning. Too bad, when compared to me, she’s only… almost on par.

(Osborn’s Dare – wear a funny head accessory until the end of the game)

Seeing the dare on the card, I take out a black cat ears headband from my bag.

Osborn: What’s this? Michelle’s ears?

TL/N: Michelle is his neighbour’s cat, which he sometimes takes care of when the neighbour is out of town.

MC: Bingo!

Osborn: Then Xiao Xiaowu should wear it.

TL/N: Xiao Xiaowu is Osborn’s nickname for MC. In his F1 training ground, he feeds a few strays which he named as Xiao Xiaoyi (1), Xiao Xiaoer (2), Xiao Xiaosan (3), Xiao Xiaosi (4). MC is his…5th (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

MC: This is your dare; you’re not allowed to escape. Plus, I think it will look cuter on you.

Osborn: Cute? Fine, today let me be cute. Could you help me wear it, Xiao Xiaowu?

Osborn with the cat ears looks quite alike with the little black cat in my memory.

MC: What do you think Michelle’s reaction will be, if she sees you like this?

Osborn: Why, miss her already?

MC: Uh-huh. I wonder if Big Boss Xiao will be interested in cooking some fish tonight~

He smiles merrily and looks me in the eyes, while raising his hands to pinch my cheeks.

Osborn: If that’s what Xiao Xiaowu wants to eat, of course there’s no problem. In fact, it looks like I have to cook extra two, lest you snatch them from Michelle.

(MC’s Truth – will you change yourself for someone you love? “Yes”)

MC: Of course; if I don’t change, I might be left behind.

Osborn: Why does it sound more like competition than love?

MC: Can’t help it when the person I like is someone who keeps striving forward. In order to be able to catch up to him, I must also be as extraordinary as him, only then will it be fair.

Osborn: Actually, there’s another way.

MC: What is it?

Osborn: Why must the two cars compete against each other? You can ride shotgun with me. This way, no matter how fast I go, you’d always match me.

(MC’s Truth – will you change yourself for someone you love? “No”)

MC: Maybe not. If I listened to my family… who asked me to give up designing, then my dream wouldn’t have come true today. Hence, I think, holding on to yourself is important too, sometimes.

Osborn: I agree. But sometimes, some people don’t even understand themselves.

MC: What do you mean？

Osborn: Lately, a disoriented silly’s sense of direction is so much better.

MC: That doesn’t count as change…

Osborn: Why not? Furthermore, whenever she’s with me, she no longer blushes as easily as before, and sometimes, she even retorts back at me.

MC: Makes sense, I’ll change my answer to “yes” then.

(MC’s Dare – change to a matching couple profile picture with the person in front of you)

Osborn: Couple profile picture?

MC: We can find lots of them online.

I open a matching profile picture website on my phone. Osborn leans in, browsing the web together with me.

Osborn: How about this one? Fits a greedy little cat like you perfectly.

He points to a cat religiously eating on the screen, which looks very “chonky” at first glance.

MC: Hmph, then you have to change to this one!

I point to the matching pair, which is a puppy holding a bone in its mouth, looking very innocently cute.

Osborn: This doesn’t look like me.

He extends his hand and scrolls through the pair, finally stopping on a page after scrolling for a while.

Osborn: Let’s use this pair.

Photo credit: here

[gildedmuse]

Yes, please. More ZoLaw... How about AU ideas?

Oh, I have ton of AU ideas. Some of which I have like 11 pages of co-brainstorming, some of which I've written up summaries roughly the length of some of which are just two words: [blank] Zoro / [Blank] Law. Here's the best list I can put together while on my way to work.

Okay, Hear Me Out. A ZoLaw Fic Where....

Zoro Is Law's Marine Bodyguard....

After Corazon dies, the navy does some digging. Years later they learn about Law and insist he is in danger as Doflamingo has located him as well. A young marine, Zoro, is assigned to guard him

Law Is A Marine & Roronoa Zoro Is His Obsession...

Or Law follows in Corazon's footsteps and becomes a marine. He sort of takes Tashigi's place as Smoker's sidekick second in command. So he's there in Lougetown when the Strawhats breeze into town. and the two develope an... Intense rivalry in which Law is determined to hunt down the cocky young swordsman (mostly because he feels like a fool... Why in the world would be agree to a fight without using his devil's fruit? What kind of argument is "it's cheap" anyway? Why the hell had he been thinking?) while Zoro enjoys taunting the handsome, moody marine he kicked the ass off back in Lougetown (or totally would have if they hadn't been interrupted).

Just wait until Law follows him all the way to Dressrosa. He's been avoiding meeting The Heavenly Demon since he became a marine, so why they hell is he willing to follow this green haired pirate hunter into the devil's own home?

Zoro Hates All Doctors (Except Law) (And Also It's A College AU Because Why Not?)

Modern AU where Law is an overworked med student filling shifts at the student clinic and Zoro is a at University on a kendo scholarship, preparing for the olympics. He has a knack for getting injured (it doesn't help that his coach, Mihawk Dracula, doesn't believe in pulling punches... Or whatever the sword equivalent is). Still, he absolutely hates going to the clinic. One day Law is taking out some tension at the gym practicing with his own blade when Zoro gets badly hurt. Law rushes over to help, and since Zoro isn't really in a position to say no he has to let the young doctor help him.

After that whenever Zoro gets injured he still refuses to go to a doctor. What he does do is lurk outside the student clinic (typically with Luffy in toe to keep him company - even if your injured and tired, you can never get too bored with Luffy as your best friend) until Law gets tired of it and makes him come in so he can fix up whatever he's managed to injure this time.

The clinic receptionist - Perona - doesn't find this cute at all. Mostly because Zoro is typically sweaty and gross and the Monkey boy is just annoying. His fellow student interns Shachi and Penguin are just impressed Law has put up with him this long (they did ask if the Kendo scene attracted a lot of girls, but Law's blank stare pretty much answered that one) while Assistant Professor and Physician Marco thinks it's adorable but is kind enough to only tease Law about it occasionally (he doesn't ask about fangirls in the kendo scene since he's pretty much certain that's not Zoro's scene either way).

Of the two tenured professors who officially oversee the clinic, Dr. Crocus has never said anything to Law about the whole situation except for letting him know when Zoro is waiting outside. He does, however, sometimes bring Zoro and Luffy by snacks or something to drink and has even kept them company an few times. No need for the two of them to wait out there with no one looking out for them (and, yes, they clearly need someone looking out for them). On the other hand Dr. Kureha has never believed in cuddling her students. The exact opposite actually. She started by telling Law he'd best take his pet home since he couldn't have it here all day ("Pet? What pet? Whoever it is, it's not mine, Dr. Kureha-ya." / "So that green haired stray and his little monkey friend don't belong to you?" / "Green hai- Urg."), Which eventually evolved to her telling him this was a clinic not a dating service ("He's not... *Sigh*") and finally came to the point where she just snips st Law for not being able to control even a simple minded athlete then how does he plan to deal with actual problem patients? She's also made a point of telling Zoro off - it pretty obvious that even when he does come by the clinic he only does so after either accumulating multiple injuries or continuing to push one until it gets far worse than needed. Is the boy an idiot? Why wait until things are so bad, and why is he wasting the time of one of her top students? If he wants to stalk one of the postgrads he could at least pick a less talented one. There are plenty to choose from.

Marco tried to make up for this lecture (after which Zoro stayed away for three months until he almost lost an eye) by offering to let Zoro and Luffy wait in the actual clinic to wait. (To which Luffy helpfully announces, "Zoro isn't waiting for the clinic, he's waiting for Toroa." Which kinda makes Zoro want to strangle his best friend but since he's currently holding a towel up to his eye and feels pretty sick at the thought of not making these games because he's an idiot, he only managed an apologetic smile and mentally promises himself to pinch Luffy later. Marco is totally unsurprised by this answer, for what it's worth.)

(Also, it turns out Kendo does attract at least a couple of girls, at least at the Olympics level. It's probably more accurate to say that Dracule Mihawk and Roronoa Zoro attract attention, which Law only learns because he was heading home after his shift and saw a bit if activity around the gymnasium and wandered over purely out of curiosity and somehow accidentally ended up watching Zoro's match. And that randomly happened a couple of times. Look, the best parking is by the gym he practically has to walk by to get to his car. He isn't going out of his way. And he has a valid reason to be interested in kendo. (Also, appro of nothing, Tashigi seems like an annoying know it all and Hiyori seems like a silly teenage girl and why is Perona even here?)

Shanks Uses His Yonko Status For It's Highest Purpose - Mischief

While sailing to Wano, they stop at an island to gather supplies when they are ambushed. It turns out to be one occupied by the Head Haired Pirates. Before anyone can attcak, Shanks steps into view, smiling. He greets Kin'emon and Kunjuro (they were with the Roger pirates for a while). Robin, Franky and Usopp he recognizes as friends of Luffy. Weirdly, he calls Zoro 'Mihawk'ss boy'. Law corrects him as Zoro is also in the Strawhats. Shanks laughs because while that may be true, he's met Zoro and he's Mihawk's boy to him. Law seems unhappy with this description, while Zoro just rolls his eyes, calling Shanks an old pervert and to stop messing around. Despite everyone else freaking out, Shanks laughs it off. He insists surely Mihawk would be the pervert in that situation. Law dislikes the whole conversation. It only gets worse when it turns out they have to stay on the island two weeks, and Mihawk is visiting as well. Under Shank's bad influence (and seeing how such comments got under the other Captain's skin even if he wouldn't admit to it) he convinced Mihawk to join him in creating some mischief (Shanks is a terrible influence).

Law Is Working For Doflamingo, Gathering Information On & Chain Off Rookie Pirates

Instead of Bellemy, the crew find Law right before Skypea. He is also (secretly) working for Doflamingo. Typically it's his job to narrow out the herd, and for the pirates that might make it to the second half of the Grand Line, his job is to gather information that may be useful in "convincing" them over to Doflamingo's side later or else can be useful in eliminating them if they become a threat.

Unlike Bellamy, it takes Law only one conversation in the bar to determine that the Strawhats aren't your average pirates. Their captain's open, naive nature makes gathering information on them rather straight forward. Which is how Law determines that his biggest advantage is his crews loyalty, and none seem more so than his handsome swordsman. Luffy seems to naturally open and unashamed to be able to gather blackmail material on, but Law's willing to bet if you own Zoro, you'd more or less own the captain. So he sets out to do just that.

Swords Are Cats

Zoro owns three infamous crazy cats. Law is a vet. Look, this is an AU in which Swords are cats. Zoro has two in particular that no vet is willing (or able) to get anywhere near. When Wado gets sick, though, he shows up to The Heart Veterinary Clinic (it sounds like such a cheesy name he already can't stand it) with all three in toe. Best to get everything done at once since it's unlikely they'll ever be allowed back again. Sure enough, Shisui just has to start the trip off by escaping when Zoro is checking in.

Law is in his office when he notices Kikoku is gone, which is strange. She usually likes to stick by his side. He goes looking for her and is surprised to find her hiding under the receptionist desk, curled up peacefully with another cat. He holds up the strange tomcat only to very nearly lose an eye. Zoro catches the poor thing midair when Law stumbles back from surprise, honestly just thankful to find him before he caused any damage.

Law takes one look at Zoro and the three cats and instantly knows two things:

A. Oh, so these are the demon cats he was warned about by Tashigi and Pica and Wanda and even Shanks who seems like he can put up with almost any animal

B. He's definitely going to get these cats to like him, if only to ensure that Zoro back.

Law Ends Up On Kuraigana Island

Incredibly simple What If premise. What if instead of fighying two pacsifistas alongside the Kid pirates, the Heart Pirates wind up on the battle field with the Strawhats. When the real Kuma shoes up, Law gets a little too close to the action and is sent along with Zoro to Kuraigana Island. This has everything you need in an AU. Zoro and Law going from complete strangers to friendly rivalry to sexual tension because they're stuck on an island for two years together. A possible love triangle with Mihawk. Perona being either an annoying bratty sister to Zoro (who in fairness beat up her crew) while openlh crushing on a disinterested Law or a Perona silently shipping the two of them long before they even take any real notice of each other (I'm guessing she'd talk about it with her hallows). Bonus points for scenes of The Heart Pirates trying desperately to find their beloved captain.

I'm kidding. Bonus points for adding Mihawk in the mix and making it a triangle filled with possessiveness, jealousy and a totally unaware he's in the middle of it all Zoro. That's my jam.

They Were Childhood Friends (Who Haven't Seen Each Other In Years)

Sometimes, all an AU needs to be is a romamtic comedy formula lifted wholesale and recontextualized to fit whatever fandom you're into. So, yeah. Law and Zoro grow up at the same dojo but haven't seen each other in years, then suddenly Law is sitting there in ten Sabaody auction house when the something crashes through the roof, and that something looks a lot like a boy he hasn't seen since he left the dojo at 18. Or, hey, maybe Law catches a wanted poster of "his little brother" while sailing on the Grand Line and decides to track him down just to see how he's doing. And probably he was totally unaware that at 13/14 years old, Zoro had just about the biggest crush in the world on him.

Although most the Strawhats definitely know. Or at least figure it out damn quickly. It's kind of hard to miss how their badass swordsman suddenly can't make eye contact or flushes at the slightest provocation. ("Do you think the Heart captain realizes?"/"Maybe it's just because Zoro looked up to him. I mean, I can't imagine him actually LIKING someone."/"Oh, come off it, you'd have to be blind not to see!"/"I think it's sweet that our swordsman-san still holds such a place for what must have been his first major crush."/"Yeah, who know Zoro-bro could be such a romantic!")

Strawhats antics ensue.

Law Uses His Shichibukai Connections For Something Other Than Revenge (So Sex. Sex and Revange.)

After becoming a Shichibukai, Law meets Mihawk at an official summon and picks up on the fact that Zoro is training there. Having promised Luffy he would look it to his nakama's safety should be discover them (something he had thought would never happen) he follows Mihawk back to the island to see how Zoro's training holds up.

Perona Is Zoro's Older Sister, Just To Create Drama

AU where Perona is Zoro's older sister. She hangs out with a much darker, edgier crowd than Zoro approves of. He find Law especially questionable and not just because they seem to have a 'thing' (in my mind Zoro is in high school while Perona and Law are not in college. He's heard about the way college boys often are and he doesn't really understand that all their relationship is entirely casual, and most the time when he catches Perona cuddling up to him, it's just her being cutesy (and because she knows that while it annoys Law a little, he won't do anything to stop him). He also doesn't understand why every time he tries to confront Law about it he ends up feeling so flustered. (Not that Law is about to openly hit on his friend's little brother, but some teasing never hurt)

There's Only One Bed. Because There Is ALWAYS A Story With Only One Bed

The Polar Tang and Sunny are stolen while the two crews are meeting up, talking over a plan to take down Blackbeard (okay fine, LAW is doing all the planning). Luckily, Shanks just happens to be passing by and offers them a lift, but as big as his ship is, three whole crews take up a lot of space. And despite Shanks (joking) offer to let Zoro share his bed, Law is the one who ends up stuffed into a single hammock with the Swordsman.

Law Tries To Sleep With His Uncle's Partner (Not As Terrible As If Sounds)

Law's uncle Corazon works in Law enforcement. He talks endlessly about his new rookie partner to the point of Law's annoyance. Until Corazon brings the young green haired detective home for dinner.

Law Is The Ship Doctor For The Strawhats Pirates

Corazon lives and runs off with Law, who grows up to be a doctor. One day, a pirate ships sails to their island. They have a sick crew member and desperate for help. Law doesn't help pirates, but then the corrupt ruler of their island has Corazon arrested and locked up, claiming he's found his true identity and plans to sell him out to his brother. They come for Law, but the Strawhats save him despite his refusal to help them (Luffy doesn't mind, he's sure Torao has his reasons and anyway Corazon is an amazing man who gave them a free lunch and he's sure Torao is just as good.) The Strawhats rescue Corazon, kick out the evil ruler and bring peace back to the island. Law finds himself compelled to accompany them.

Law Tutors Zoro (In The Ways Of Love Math)

Zoro's life is way too stressful. Between kendo competitions, a job that doesn't pay enough, a second job that's a bit questionable not too mention school. He doesn't even care about most that stuff, but if he wants to be the greatest at his sport, the rest is sort of necessary. Like training. One thing he definitely needs more training in is school work. Zoro has to keep a certain GPA to keep his Kendo scholarship. Luffy insists he knows the perfect tutor, and while Zoro isn't so sure about Luffy's judgement on intelligence, he trusts his friend. Enter Trafalgar Law, college senior who tutors on the side. Oh, and - as he casually mentions at the end of their first session that he's seen Zoro at his job. No, not as at the restaurant, but the online videos. And he has to say, he's quite the fan.

There are a few I didn't manage to get to tonight, despite being some of my favorites. Maybe later, when work has not drained the life out of me, you can hear about...

Drummer Zoro/Med Student Law

Marine Law/Revolutionary Zoro

Marine Law/Marine Zoro

Police Zoro/ME Law

Rock Star Law / Bodyguard Zoro

Biker Gang Zoro / Anarchist Group Law

Kendo Olympic Champion Zoro / Sports Doctor Law

Kendo Rivals Zoro / Law

Evil Doflamingo Pirate Law / Captive Zoro

Samurai Zoro / Ninja Law

Detective Zoro / Art Thief Law

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the request~ I will only choose certain Warlords okay?

Music - Ieyasu

"Bang Bang Bang! Ppangya Ppangya Ppangya! Bang Bang Bang~~!" (Bang! Bang! Bang! by Big Bang)

Ieyasu raise one of his eyebrows and look at her. There she goes again, singing random song while sewing; she must have missed the music from future again.

"Ieyasu~~!" He blinked when she turn to him with a hand gun pose. "Pew pew pew >w<!"

...Well. She is cute when she does that so he have no complains.

But he will complain if she sings a song that has:

1. Sexy dance moves - He couldn't focus OBVIOUSLY

2. Silly dance moves - His herbs clatter all over from the table when she bump his back with her body and dance away

Fast Food - Masamune

"...I want nugget."

Masamune stopped grinding the chicken meat in his hands. "Hm?"

"...I want ice cream."

He smiled, "Missing those McDonalds food again, Kitten? We just got back from the future, therefore we have to wait for another 3 month-"

"The baby wants it."

That froze him completely. "Baby..? Lass, are you-"

"Food baby."

"Oh-" He chuckled, "Ahaha I thought I break those 'condom' thing from last time again--"

"...Maybe."

The bowl fell from his hands.

Handphone - Yukimura

"....."

She is looking at him again. More like staring-- no, glaring. It has been going on a lot lately and he couldn't take it anymore and so he decided to ask if he had offended her without realizing it. Again. Maybe.

"N-no it's not like that..! It's just-" Fiddling her fingers, she mumbled, "I was hoping we could.. You know.. Go to the future in one of the future months because.. H-handphone.."

"Huh? Handphone..??" The communication device thing that Sasuke always use to do his 'tik tok' video- or whatever it is called.

"We don't have orange here for me to charge my phone and I don't know if the orange method really work though but I really wanted to--"

"Stop! Stop! I don't understand what you are mumbling about..! Why do you need it so bad? We don't even have the access to it in this era, you know that, right?"

"It's not about communicating and such, I just want to take a picture >A<!"

Picture? Ah, with the camera thing? Okay he understand that. But.. "What picture?"

"Y-you.. B-because >//////<-"

"Wha-- y-you already have me, there's no need for that d-dummy =/////= ahhsjsjdksjf!"

Permanent Marker - Shingen

MC stared at Shingen who is surrounded by the ladies. Few minutes later, when he return back to his lover, she be like "At times I wish I have a permanent marker with me so I could write "Mine." on your head. B-but it's not that I'm jealous or anything--"

"Oh? Then we are in the same boat." He lean closer, and pulled her by the back of her neck, "You don't know how much I want to mark you all over whenever those vassals of mine surrounds my goddess."

".....*Pooof* O//////O...Unfair >///A///<!"

He chuckled and kissed her right there right then.

Future Clothes - Kenshin

She wanted to surprise him today. But in the midst of sewing, she is out of fabric and it was raining heavily outside. And when she recall it..

"I think I have brought the costume from my previous company's event.. Gah- just where is the maid suit--*sigh* Sometimes I wish I can order it online..!"

She searched and searched, and eventually a single bunny ears hairband is all she could found. "Just where is.. oh well." With a sigh, she shrugged and pick the bunny ears to try it on, "I hope I can still wear thi-"

KLANG!

It was Kenshin's sword that fell onto the floor, with Kenshin froze himself at the door. The next minute she is pounced by him *Cough.*

Movie - Mitsunari

It was when they stop by a puppet show in the town back then, and she can't help it but to recall some of the movies back in the future. Especially Mitsunari, who can still remember how does it look like and the story line as well.

"Heehehe reminds me of the huge moving pictures you show me."

She giggled. "I remember you like 'Titanic' the most right? Especially the theories that you try to study about the ship's mechanisms. You even stayed up all night for it.”

He stifle a laugh before hugging her from behind, and open's her arms as wind blew across their features.  

Both of them nuzzle their cheek with each other before she continued, "I'm flying, Mitsunari..!"

Both: literally imitate Jack and Rose's flying pose ❀(´▽`)❀❤❤❤❤❤

Meanwhile Ieyasu : *About to walk to that certain corner of the castle and took a u-turn in instant.* I don't know them, I don't know them, and I don't know them. *Covers his eyes with his scarf.*

[scone-lover]

@findingniamho​

HAHAHAHA thank you so much for this ask!!! ❤️ This is exciting. Honestly the Egghead fight was one of the most entertaining scenes to write. (Coming up with all the puns was an egg-celent time.) Rereading it just now was like an out of body experience 😂 

Link to the original chapter here - passage & commentary below the cut!

So I have to start with how this scene was born. This is a Simon scene. He’s had a couple fight scenes with Vampire, but I wanted to show him off as the superhero of the city. What was he doing before Vampire appeared on the scene? What are his strengths and weaknesses? Despite the scene’s silliness, it’s also one of the first where we start to get a sense of what Mayor Mage is up to. 

So I knew I wanted him to do the typical defending-the-city thing, and showcase him and Penny as the dread companions power duo.

Besides the plot stuff, my main goal was to make this scene as ridiculously, stereotypically comic book-ish as possible. 😂Hence, Egghead the Villain.

Most of the credit for Egghead goes to my friend -- they’re really into DC and helped me with a lot of the plot stuff in this fic and making things semi-realistic. (Every time you read a clever plot point, it was probably them. 😂) For this non-Vampire fight, my friend suggested a gangster who was doing crimes and bribing the police. Hence this exchange--

“Okay, okay, um-- fuck. Did you call the police?” She huffs. “Yes, and I think they’ve been fucking bribed, because they pretended they didn’t even know who Egghead was! Can you believe that?”

I made him a repeat villain because honestly, I just thought it was more compelling that way. They know who he is already, Simon can grumble about him, they have egg-themed quips at the ready, etc. 😂 

As for the name, Egghead. I love how it came together because Simon is a baker, and I was able to work a couple baking jokes in there eventually. But in reality, it was me begging my superhero expert friend (named t below) to help me out with crafting this villain and coming up with some witty exchanges. A transcript of our conversation with the brainstorming and some of the rejects--

t: the gangster has a nickname right? he has to if he’s a supervillain t: make it a gimmick t: like if he has a red outfit call him mr. red or something t: he has a flamethrower and call him dragon (this made it in, later) me: Vampire already has a flamethrower t: they can be forced to fight him together me: Vampire is at home studying bc he’s a NERD t: ok he can be bald and simon can call him egghead me: THANKS I HATE IT t: simon throws him on the ground at the end of the fight - that was over-easy me: I hate you where do you get this shit t: I mean it’s typical superhero stuff t: he wears yellow and white and deals crack me: This fic is so food themed I love it t: that’s your villain. that’s it. t: listen, if the Flash can have an ice skating villain, YOU CAN HAVE EGGHEAD. And he was born.

(And yes, The Flash does have an ice skating villain. AND SHE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE ICE POWERS.)

Okay, let’s do this! Warning that this is definitely going to go through more than 500 words of the chapter. 😂 

Men dressed in black suits with bright yellow pocket squares. And larger men around the perimeter, wearing grey and holding flashlights. It looks more like a business transaction than anything; there are briefcases and money being passed back and forth, hands being shaken. “Hey!” I call. There are six men, and they all turn to stare at me, and then make a run for it. The flashlight beams dart wildly and I hear a few of them clatter to the floor. Everyone starts yelling at once and looking for an escape.

I basically watched an episode of Brooklyn-99 and crafted the warehouse drug deal based on that. 

“Don’t move. There’s only one exit,” Penny says in my ear. “And you’re standing in front of it.” I stand my ground, but no one comes near me. The suited guys stay slightly behind the muscular ones. Finally, one of them steps forward. “Mage’s Head Boy. Come to tell us off?”

This scene was also an opportunity to have Penny in Simon’s ear! I wanted them to work together more closely than just talking about superhero stuff - I wanted Penny to be invaluable to Simon’s superhero success and in on the action, too. She’s kind of modeled after Oracle from Batman throughout this fic. 

Mage’s Head Boy is a pretty transparent CO reference. 

There are times when I’m grateful for my ability to just have muscles and growl at people and make them disappear, and there are times when I wish I was witty like Vampire. This is definitely the second. I can’t think of a response to that. Luckily, I have a best friend with a head full of wit. “Tell them to fuck off,” Penny says. Then again, maybe not. What would Vampire say? I get hot and frustrated in the face of danger. He seems to get cooler the higher the stakes get. I fall into a fighting stance. “You wish.” The guy takes a step backwards. “But since I can’t bring you to the police, I suppose I’ll just have to teach you a lesson.” “That was good,” Penny says in my ear.

I obviously had to work a bit of Baz jealousy / crushing into this. I like the idea of Penny being super blunt. She’s smart and sometimes witty, but more often she just says it like it is. “Cooler the higher the stakes get” was a direct reference to the similar line in Carry On. With Simon’s last line - this scene was all about showcasing him as a “typical” superhero that you’d find in a comic, fighting a classic comic book villain. So I gave him one of those cheesy lines.

I’m surrounded. There must be fifteen or twenty of them. Eight huge muscular guys, and the rest in suits. They form a loose circle around me. Almost all of them wield knives, but I don’t see any guns so far.

I knew from the outset I wanted this to be a one-against-many fight. At this point in the story I’d set up a good dynamic for Blade vs Vampire, but not so much Blade vs. other city threats. What makes him a trustworthy hero? Simon’s origin story is that he got news attention by fighting off a group - so putting him in this group fight setting was a chance for him to shine.

A man steps out from the shadows. He’s bald, with a straight, dark mustache, and he’s wearing a pristine white suit and a shirt the colour of an egg yolk. “Egghead,” I say in what I hope is a threatening tone. The name sounds absurd. I’m glad the mask covers my mouth, because I don’t think I can keep a straight face. Penny coughs. Benedict Eggerton, better known as Egghead, is a drug lord who wears yellow and deals… crack. (I know.) (He got into crime early; his parents were poachers.) (Okay, I made that one up. I can’t help it.) I put him in jail earlier this year, but he escaped and fled north.

I was laughing so hard while writing this. You can see in the text exchange above where the suit and nickname came from. I was trying to come up with what his first name might be (my first idea was Sunny). I was so amused when I finally thought of Benedict. 😂 The poachers line is also from my friend T, and the “north” is a reference to Scotland, which comes back later as the Scotch Egg joke.

I draw my weapon, trying to look as menacing as possible. “I remember your blade being bigger,” he says, eyeing my kitchen knife. “Is it too cold for you in here?”

PFFFFFT I LOVE THIS JOKE okay so. I originally made Simon forget his sword because I thought the fight would be too easy - and going back to what I said above, he’s kind of returning to his “roots” with this fight - that spark he has that makes him a hero. And then I wrote the line “I remember your blade being bigger.” TO BE CLEAR, this was not originally intended as an innuendo. 

And then my friend said something like ‘he should turn up the heating in this warehouse then’, and I was like OH DING DING DING PENIS JOKE! 😂I’m oblivious sometimes. I’m glad I realized in time because this is honestly one of my favorite villain lines I’ve ever written.

I really, really wanted to give the “too cold” line to Vampire. It would be perfect for him. But Simon always has his normal sword with Vamp, so Egghead it was. And he instantly became an icon. 😂 

I twirl the knife between my fingers. “I can crack you anyway.” “Good effort,” Penny whispers. “But a bit rough on the delivery. 'Take a crack at you' might have been better...” “Sword or no sword,” I continue, “you’ll be an egg wash by the end of this.” “What?” Penny says. “Is that a baking reference?” Egghead cracks his knuckles, and his men rush me.

Much like Penny does later in the scene, I had a tab open of egg-related words up while writing this. I had to work in the baking reference. But a terrible one. There’s a French term for whisking eggs that basically translates to “beating eggs into snow” - and I wish it was a thing in English, because, you know, Simon Snow. Oh well. 😂 

I Google a list of ways to make eggs. Simon needs to win this fight, but more importantly, he needs to get some egg-themed one-liners in there to show them who’s boss. Chances like this don’t come around very often. 

Listen, Penny is very dedicated. I love the idea of heroes just being quick-witted and coming up with these ridiculous quips on demand. But ultimately, I thought it was funnier - and more in character for Penny - to do this. (Even though her Superhero name is Quickwit, oops.) She has the world of Google at her disposal. Egg puns may not seem important, but superhero image and reputation is half the battle.

Simon is being attacked from all angles, but he fights like a whirlwind. The bulky guys attack first, mostly with their fists. Simon kicks their legs out from under them. He throws them across the floor like they weigh nothing. “Behind you!” I say. Simon spins around and disarms the man behind him, twisting his arm, and I hear a shout through my earbuds. He grabs the guy’s knife and kicks him in the stomach, sending him sprawling. Simon Snow faces fifteen men with nothing but two knives, looking like he’s ready to explode.

I loved writing this from Penny’s POV. I am used to writing fight scenes from the POV of the person fighting, so this was definitely a cool challenge. It’s part of why I brought Penny into the scene in the first place - so I could show Simon in third person. Almost like we’re watching a movie and getting some overhead shots. From his POV, you don’t realize quite how awesome he is. So getting to showcase him like this was really fun.

I still have to wonder how Shepard knew… well, everything. 

Don’t tell anyone but I didn’t know yet either

“He’s Scottish,” I tell Simon. “Scotch Egg.”

I know. This one’s bad.

He’s a blur of gold and white in motion. He throws his knife—I have no idea where he learned to do that—and it embeds itself in one of the men’s legs. He rolls across the floor, picking up two more discarded knives.

I don’t do a ton of plotting/outlining with fight scenes, but one thing I decide in advance is where and how everyone gets hurt. I didn’t want Simon to win the fight too easily, but I did need to injure him somehow. So it wouldn’t be too easy, but also to serve as a counterpoint to the socks thing later.

I watched a lot of action sequences to write this fic, especially with the trickier one vs. many scenes. 

Simon tosses him like a sack of flour.

Couldn’t resist the baker!Simon reference.

“Hard or soft boiled,” I whisper. “Which way is it gonna be, Egghead? Hard or soft boiled?” Simon shouts. He whispers to me, “That was stupid.” Egghead raises an eyebrow. “Last chance to leave us alone, Blade.” I consult my list of egg dishes. “Give up before you get scrambled.” Simon twirls his blades. I love it when he does that; he looks like Deadpool. “It’s your last chance to surrender before you get scrambled.”

I loved the hard or soft boiled line at first. And then I wrote it down and said it out loud, just to check, and it sounded SO DUMB. 😂I almost took it out, but then figured—Simon is probably not going to think this through, either.

Maybe the Deadpool line was a bit on the nose here, but I wanted to give readers some really vivid imagery of what Simon looks like right now with these dual wicked blades kitchen knives.

“I prefer my eggs… poached,” he says. 

Even though Egghead has turned out to be quite a serious villain—there are guns, drugs, and a backstory—he is, after all, original master of the egg puns. He would never turn down this opportunity.

Egghead scrambles (ha) to his feet

I think Penny is just me in this.

“Over-easy,” I whisper.

“That was over-easy,” he says.

Not my best. But it had to be in there.

I’ll skip the serious bits, since the plot there is pretty self-explanatory, to this:

I wish he’d asked what we serve, because I have so many egg puns at the ready. Eggs-ecution. Hash-ing out justice. Karma served hard.  

My beta ashspren gave me this line, and I could not be more grateful. Imagine the chapter without this. It would be a shame.

Here are a few egg puns that didn’t make the cut, SADLY:

You're washed out, egghead

*Egghead gets angry* hey, it was just a yolk

I had to go "beat" some eggs

*uppercut* Sunny side UP!

I'll bash in your Eggnoggin’

Some people are just bad eggs

Sorry this is so long—this has been a purely self-indulgent experience. Thanks so much for this ask, I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it! ❤️ 

[charmingnines]

want - reed900 through connor’s pov fic

summary: 

“When Gavin got shot, I thought that he was-that he was-” Nines broke off. “Humans are such idiots,” he said miserably. Suddenly, something clicked into place for Connor. “Are you and Reed-?”

Nines and Gavin getting together through Connor's perspective ft. Connor being protective, Hank&Connor being cute, and Nines freaking out over an injured Gavin!

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Connor was protective of Nines. Too protective, Hank had said. But Connor couldn’t help it. Nines was basically his little brother, though Nines was taller and (technically) more advanced than Connor.

It’d been months since the revolution. Months since Markus had deviated Nines. Connor knew, though he’d never outright said it, that Nines was bothered he hadn’t chosen to deviate. Nines had asked, soon after being awoken, what deviating had been like for Connor.  

“It was like I was stuck behind a wall,” Connor had said. “But every time I tore it down there was another.”  

“What made you keep going?” Nines had asked.

“I didn’t want to do what they programmed me to do,” Connor had said. “I wanted to help Markus, not kill him. I wanted….” Connor had trailed off, looking out the backyard window where Hank was playing with Sumo. Sumo kept lunging for the toy in Hank’s hand. Connor could tell by Hank’s face that he was laughing.

Connor had turned back to Nines, who had a look of longing on his face that made Connor’s chest hurt. Nines didn’t show emotion often, a side effect of his intimidating design, but when he did….

“I think it’s a good thing you didn’t choose to deviate,” Connor had said. “You were born- awoken- with free will. You get to figure out your own purpose, right from the start.”

At that, Nines’ mouth had quirked to the side. His equivalent of a full-blown grin.

The next morning, as Connor waited for Hank to get ready for work, Nines told Connor he’d figured out his purpose.

“I want to work at the DPD,” Nines said.

“Oh,” Connor said, surprised at Nines’ speed. Connor had been under the impression it took people a lot of time, sometimes their whole lives, to figure out their purpose. Though, Connor reasoned, Nines was an advanced prototype. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Nines said, without a trace of hesitation.  

Then, Hank walked out the bedroom, absentmindedly kissing Connor on the temple as he made his way into the kitchen for coffee.

“Nines wants to work at the DPD,” Connor told him.

“Hm. Makes sense,” Hank said.  

“Makes sense,” Nines echoed to Connor, smiling slightly.

“You know, you don’t have to do what you were programmed for,” Connor reminded Nines.

“You do what you’re programmed for,” Nines pointed out.

From the kitchen, Hank laughed. “He’s got a point there, Connor.”

Connor’s LED spun yellow. It wasn’t that Connor didn’t want Nines to work with him. He just wanted Nines to consider all of his options.

“You’re sure?” Connor asked again, studying Nines’ face.  

Nines’ jaw was set, his expression open. “I’m sure,” he said.

“Okay,” Connor said. “I’ll talk to Fowler.”

_

Connor and Hank were talking in bed, Connor leaning against Hank’s chest. “I can’t believe how quickly Fowler said yes,” Connor said.

“I can,” Hank said. “Fowler could fire most of the precinct if Nines is half as good as you.”

“Most of the precinct?” Connor said, agitated.  

“Kidding,” Hank said quickly.

Nines had been overjoyed when Connor had told him the news, LED spinning bright blue. Nines had retired to the guest room after Hank ate dinner, going into stasis to prepare for his first day.

“Hey,” Hank said, thumb brushing over Connor’s LED, which had been circling yellow since he’d talked to Fowler. “You’re thinkin’ too hard.”

Connor intertwined his hand with Hank’s free one, sighing. “Just nervous.”

“Don’t be,” Hank said, squeezing Connor’s hand. “Besides, even if you tell him not to go, he won’t listen. Stubborn little shit gets that from being around you.”

Connor laughed weakly.

Hank squeezed Connor’s hand. “It’ll be fine,” he assured. Then, Hank kissed Connor. Connor took Hank’s advice and stopped worrying, at least for the rest of the night.

_

Introductions started off well enough. Fowler was gruff as always. Chris was welcoming and kind. Tina shook Nines’ hand with only a blink of surprise at he and Connor’s resemblance.

They weren’t the ones Connor was overly worried about Nines meeting. Detective Reed, on the other hand….

Reed had changed, since the revolution. He’d even apologized to Connor, afterwards. He, like the majority of the public, had been shaken at peacefully protesting androids being killed and shipped off to camps.

Reed still called Connor ‘dipshit’, but it seemed more out of habit than malice. Connor wasn’t sure what Nines would make of Reed; he’d been unable to preconstruct any solid outcomes of their meeting.

“Who’s that?” Nines asked, cocking his head to where Reed had just sat down at his desk.  

“Detective Reed,” Connor told him. “We don’t have to go over right away. He hasn’t always-” Nines was already striding over to Reed’s desk. “-liked androids,” Connor finished.

Nines has to meet him sometime, Connor told himself, walking over to join Nines. Reed’s gaze bounced between Nines and Connor, something like amusement behind his eyes. “Twins, huh? I almost feel bad for Anderson.” Reed finally said.  

“I feel bad for Hank, as well,” Nines said, gesturing to Hank’s desk across from Reed’s. “I suppose it’s too late for him to choose the desk furthest from you.”  

Connor winced. Reed, strangely enough, started to grin, Nines’ antagonism seeming to please him. “He’s even more of smart ass than you,” Reed said in faux awe to Connor.

“I’m not a smart ass,” Connor protested.

“Yes, you are,” Nines and Reed said at the same time. Reed laughed.

“Nines,” Nines said, extending his hand.

Reed took it. “Gavin.”

Connor looked between the two of them, bewildered. What had just happened?

_

Connor should’ve predicted that Nines and Reed would be partnered together. Reed hadn’t had a partner in a few months and Nines was perfectly qualified to work alongside a detective.

“So, how’re you and Reed getting along?” Hank asked, after a few weeks.

“Fine,” Nines said. “Good.”

“I think Fowler’s just pleased you didn’t ask to be re-assigned after one day,” Hank joked.  

Nines smiled. “I don’t give up so easily.”  

“He’s been… civil with you?” Connor ventured.

Nines thought for a moment. “Gavin can be… argumentative at times,” he said. Then, shrugging, “I think he’s realized he’s stuck with me.”

Hank whistled. “Stick with him for a few more weeks and you’ll be the longest Reed has ever kept a partner.”

Connor leaned forward. “You know, if he ever crosses a line-”

Nines waved Connor off. “I can deal with Gavin.”

_

Three months later, and Nines’ statement still rang true. He really could deal with Reed. The precinct had even stopped taking bets on how long they would stay partners.

When Nines and Reed went out on their first few cases alone, Connor hadn’t been able to put down his coin. Watching the pair now, heads bent together over a terminal, talking out possibilities for their latest case, Connor felt silly for ever being worried.

Nines was good for Gavin. The longer Nines was partners with Reed, the less hostile and angry Reed seemed to become. Nines didn’t ‘take any of Reed’s shit’, as Hank liked to put it.

Connor’s sensitive hearing caught Reed’s appreciative “You genius motherfucker-!” after Nines made a particularly clever connection between the evidence they’d gathered.

It was only when Nines grinned, eyes alight at Reed’s words, that Connor considered Reed might be just as good for Nines as Nines was for Reed.

_

Connor got to the hospital as soon as he could. Hank had driven him, squeezing Connor’s hand reassuringly the whole drive. They found Nines in the waiting room, pacing back and forth.

“Nines,” Connor said. “Are you hurt?” He’d never seen Nines look so unkempt, clothes torn and soaked with blood and thirium. The other people in the waiting room kept eyeing him nervously.

“Nothing major,” Nines said, though his LED was red.  

“Sit down,” Connor beckoned. Nines sat, but wouldn’t stop jiggling his leg. Connor didn’t think Nines even realized he was doing it.

“What happened?” Hank asked.  

“Red ice dealers,” Nines said. Connor and Hank nodded in understanding. High humans did not make good judgement calls, especially when they had guns.

“I didn’t have enough time. Gavin. He- he jumped in front of me,” Nines said, like he couldn’t even believe it himself. He looked at Connor with tearful eyes. “I didn’t have enough time,” he repeated.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Connor said.

“My partner was shot,” Nines said sharply.

“But Reed’s alive, right?” Hank asked.

Nines nodded. “They won’t let me see him.”

“They will soon,” Connor assured.

“First time shots are fired is a shock for everyone,” Hank said.

“I just-” Nines stood up and swayed on his feet.

“O-kay,” Hank said, gently pressing Nines back into his seat. “I’ll go find some thirium and Connor will stay with you.”  

Nines deflated in his seat, so different from his usually excellent posture.  

“You know, just because we’re androids doesn’t mean we’re perfect,” Connor said.

Nines looked questioningly at Connor.

“I’m saying, not everything is predictable,” Connor clarified. “It’s okay to mess up, sometimes.” He and Hank had had their fair share of fights over that statement, when Connor was too hard on himself about work. It’d taken Connor a long time to realize that being imperfect was an integral part of being a person.  

“It’s not about that,” Nines said. Connor blinked. “When Gavin got shot, I thought that he was-that he was-” Nines broke off. “Humans are such idiots,” he said miserably.  

Suddenly, something clicked into place for Connor. “Are you and Reed-?”

“Yes,” Nines said.

“That’s- that’s amazing,” Connor choked out.

Nines’ laugh was watery. “I know you don’t really like him.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Connor said quickly.

Then, Hank returned with a pouch full of thirium, handing it to Nines. Hank cocked his head at Connor’s shocked expression just as the doctor arrived. “Later,” Connor whispered.

“Mr. Reed is in stable condition. He’s groggy from the pain medication we’ve administrated. We’ll permit one visitor at a time as to not overwhelm him,” the doctor said.

Nines stood up immediately, following the doctor to a room just off the waiting room.

Connor could hear just the start of their conversation as the door to Reed’s room slowly closed.

“Hey, tincan,” Reed said, voice tired and gentle.

“Don’t ever do that again, asshole,” Nines said, sounding choked up.

“I love you, too,” Reed said, more earnest than Connor had ever heard him.

[ft-dads-au]

Out of Focus

A Collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​ AO3 | FF.Net

October 19, 2015

The dining table had turned into a messy showcase of textbooks, school supplies and loose sheets of notes that Sting was desperately trying to organize in search of that one paper he knew had to be in there somewhere. He shuffled some of the items around, only to swipe a binder off the edge of the table by accident, and as it dropped to the floor, most of its loose contents fell out.

"Shit…" he cursed beneath his breath, quickly rising from his seat to pick up all the papers that had scattered across the floor, and lo and behold, the one he'd been searching for was among them. His face lit up in relief as he picked it up last, putting it on top of the stack in his hands and rising up again to continue his studies.

"There you a-Ouch!"

In his rush he'd forgotten that the trail of papers had led him underneath the table, and bumped his head as he got up. With a wince he rubbed at the sore spot, messing up his hair in the process. He sat back down at the table and bent over his lost and found paper, a diagram of the human skeleton that had all the bones named. He studied it carefully, reading through the notes he had made on the back of the paper over and over, trying to burn the parts that were highlighted in neon pink into his memory. So many medical terms were swarming through Sting's head that he was having trouble telling them apart, he was mixing them up when he tested himself. He let out a deep sigh and looked at the clock. It was starting to get late, Rogue had gone to take a shower and go to bed half an hour ago, and Sting would've loved to follow him, but he still had a lot of studying to do. He decided to take a quick break, grabbed a snack and a can of coke. Hopefully, the caffeine would enable him to carry on just a little bit longer.

But after two more sessions of cramming and quizzing himself, he still hadn't gotten the information to stick. He was making the same mistakes repeatedly, his frustrations growing as his focus began wandering to different places.

How many hours of sleep he’d have left if he studied for another hour or two, the prospect of having to fight Rogue for the blankets and snuggle up in bed with him, what the weather was going to be like tomorrow and how he should dress for it, the leftovers from dinner that were sitting in the fridge for lunch the next day...

Sting rested his elbows on the table and leaned his forehead on his hands, as if he'd be able to absorb the words he was reading better when he blocked out a part of his surroundings. Of course it didn't work as well as he'd hoped to, everything he read just seemed to evaporate from his mind within a few seconds, leaving him groaning in frustration.

Suddenly, a hand was placed gently on his shoulder, sliding up to the back of his neck when he wasn’t startled by the unexpected touch.

“Come to bed,” Rogue murmured, tangling his fingers in Sting’s hair as he let them draw random patterns on his scalp. “I can’t,” Sting whined. He lifted his head a little and let his hands fall flat onto the wooden surface of the table. “I have an anatomy test coming up in three days, I really need to study…” “Three days? That means you have time left to study.” “Yeah, but-” “No buts.” Rogue bent down, wrapping his arms around Sting and putting his chin on his shoulder, “You’ve been studying hard all semester, and you’ve barely taken a break since you got home this afternoon. I know you got this.”

“But what if I don’t? This stuff is hard, Rogue, I don’t think I’m smart enough for thi- Ouch! Hey!” Rogue flicked Sting’s ear, scoffing at the remark he hadn’t let him finish, “I’m not having it. Sure, you can be careless, ridiculously silly, and sometimes you tend to act before you think, but you’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for.” Sting didn’t really know what to say to that. He knew that Rogue wasn’t one to dish out compliments simply to make him feel better, so whenever he did, he meant and fully believed in them. Trying to argue with him about it wouldn’t get him anywhere, but as much as Sting wanted to accept Rogue’s words of reassurance, his insecurities were still looming in the back of his mind. “Alright, give me 15 minutes, I’m just going to read through these notes one last time and then I’ll go to bed,” he promised. “Do you seriously think that’s going to stick? After you’ve been cramming all evening?” And looking at the sheet that was filled from top to bottom with his chicken scratch handwriting, he knew Rogue had a point. It was hard enough just to make sense of it, let alone to store the information in his head, that was already feeling over full and ready to explode at any given moment.

“Come to bed with me,” Rogue insisted, knowing exactly what he was doing as he purred the words against the delicate patch of skin below Sting’s ear. A display of affection, a seduction, cold hard tactics, whatever the thought behind it was, it was definitely effective. "You can continue tomorrow, I'll quiz you if you want."

Sting smiled, leaning his head on top of Rogue's and inhaling the scent of his freshly washed hair. He sighed and got up, "Okay, I'm coming. Just let me put all this crap away."

"Leave it, I can take care of it tomorrow." Rogue tried to steer him towards the bedroom, his hands on Sting's hips as he pulled him along while walking backwards. “But breakfast…” Sting tried to argue. “I swear to God, Sting, one more but and I will smack yours and carry you to bed!” “Sounds amazing!” Sting grinned, mischief spreading all over his face. He raised his index finger in front of Rogue’s face and opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, waiting just long enough to throw Rogue off track before he rattled, “But you gotta catch me first!” He missed the swat of Rogue’s hand by a hair when he dashed away, making Rogue chase after him through the living room. With not much available space to run, they ended up circling around the couch, laughing and making diversions to lure the other in the opposite direction. But Sting was getting tired, and knowing it would only be a matter of time before Rogue would catch him, he gave one last attempt at a great escape. He jumped on the couch, trying to launch himself over the backrest, but his foot got stuck in the gap between the seats. He wasn’t quick enough. Rogue tackled him and they ended up on the floor, still laughing. Sting tried to wrestle himself out of Rogue’s hold but gave up before he really started. He was pulled onto his feet and immediately received the promised smack on his butt, along with a victorious grin.

"I totally let you win," Sting said, rolling his eyes. It earned him another smack, and then he was lifted off the ground and hauled towards the bedroom. “I’m...sure...you did,” Rogue grunted, voice strained from carrying Sting’s weight. When they reached the bedroom he backed up against the door to push it open, speeding up his pace for the last few steps as the strength in his arms was giving out. Unceremoniously, he dropped Sting on the bed, let himself fall down next to him, and tried to catch his breath.

Sting immediately snuggled up against his side, thinking he should have done this sooner instead of stretching out his studying session to the point where all his efforts were in vain, and at that moment he realized that Rogue had spent their entire afternoon and evening, aside from dinner, all by himself. Unfortunately, it wasn't even the first time this had happened.

"Hey-" he brushed a thumb across Rogue's cheek, his gaze moving back and forth between his eyes and his lips, because he was dying to kiss them, 'I'm sorry I've been so busy lately, I'll promise to make it up to you this weekend. Maybe we can go out or something?"

"That sounds really nice, but I'm fine with watching movies in bed with you all day as well, you know." Rogue smiled and pulled him closer, "I was getting slightly worried that you found your textbooks more interesting than me…"

"I don't," Sting assured him, catching his lips in a slow kiss, "I promise."

"I'm just messing with you," he chuckled, "I know how important your studies are, but I was getting worried you were pushing yourself too hard. And I guess I do miss us spending time together as much as we used to before you started med school."

Although he had phrased it subtly, Sting didn't take it lightly. Rogue had been lonely for a long time already, he didn't want him to feel that way even when they were together. He would still have to study a lot for a few years, but Rogue was right, he should plan more short breaks in between. Go on walks together to get some fresh air, watch tv or play a game for a while, get a snack. And since Rogue had proposed to quiz him, he was definitely going to hold him to that offer and incorporate him into his studying sessions until he'd bore him to tears.

He could hit two birds with one stone: spend some time with his boyfriend and refresh his mind for a bit. Surely the subject matter would stick a lot better if he didn't try to fry his brain, why didn't he think of that before?

"You're a genius," Sting smiled widely. He ignored the look of total confusion on Rogue's face and continued trailing kisses on his skin.

"Huh? What did I do?" Rogue puzzled, unsure if he should focus on the conversation or the sudden onslaught of affection he was subjected to.

"You keep me from going mental, that's what."

"I'm pretty sure it goes the other way around," he mumbled, slowly losing the capability to divide his attention.

"Actually, I think it goes both ways," Sting shrugged happily. "So, you think you can help me do some more studying? It's anatomy after all." He quirked an eyebrow and smirked suggestively.

"You're awful," Rogue sighed, his confusion finally gone and replaced by a responsive smile.

"Oh come on! I know what you were up to!" Sting copied his behavior and words from earlier in the most exaggerated manner, adding a few he never even said, "Come to bed with me, I want you so badly..."

"That's not what I said!" Rogue protested, laughing through his embarrassment and launching a poking attack on Sting's ribs.

It wasn't before long until their giggles dissolved into kisses, tickling abandoned for more passionate touches. It was past a reasonable bedtime already, so Sting might regret it when he'd have to wake up early again in the morning, but then again, he probably wouldn't. And he didn't see why he should wait until the weekend to make up for his neglect if he could show Rogue that he still meant the world to him right now.

[hazbin-omens]

Oops, baby I love you

Virgil brings his boyfriend home,much to the surprise of his parents. Fluff ensues.

Parents! Logicality with their son Virgil, High School! Prinxiety

Warnings: None

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“Logan, honey, could you give me a hand, please?”, Patton called from the kitchen,holding a huge bowl full of cookie dough.

“Certainly, Patton,'' Logan said, folding the newspaper he was reading and rising from the couch.

“What do you need me for?” he asked, approaching the kitchen bar. “Could you please hand me the blue food colour from the shelf? It’s at the back and I can’t reach it,” Patton said as he tasted some of the batter, “Hmm… maybe some more chocolate chips..,” he mumbled to himself

“Here you go, dear,” Logan handed him the blue food colour bottle, “Anything else?”

“Oh, taste the batter, will you?” Patton said, feeding Logan a spoonful of said batter, “More chips?”

“I suppose. Virgil likes extra chocolate chips”

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Lo,” Patton leaned up and pecked Logan’s cheek and patted his chest twice, which meant his husband’s time in the kitchen is up and should leave lest he face the wrath of Patton in his apron, clutching a whisk threateningly Because Logan rarely ever makes the same mistake twice, he leaves the warm kitchen and sat on the couch.

As he reached for the newspaper to continue reading today’s headlines, the front door opened and his attention shifted from the bold printed words to his son entering the house followed by a boy of his age in the shiniest red trousers Logan had ever laid eyes on.

“What smells so good, Dad?” Virgil said, setting his bag down on the floor and told his friend he could do the same.

“Your father’s making cookies. Judging by your expression and body language, I presume your set painting went well at school?”

Ignoring his friend whispering, ‘How did he even-?’, Virgil said, “Oh yeah, they were all for my designs, got a lot of work done.”

“All for-?”

“It means they liked it, sweetheart,” Patton clarified as he came from the kitchen and ruffled Logan’s head, who was slowly nodding in comprehension, “Who’s your friend, Virgil?” he asked politely, wiping his hands with his apron.

Virgil, however, did not reflect the serenity of the atmosphere, “Thi- He’s- Oh god, He-” was all he could say until the boy, still a stranger to the confused parents in the house, put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, making the frazzled boy take a deep breath.

“You okay, kiddo?” Patton asked.

“Yeah, yes, totally,” he replied, “This is Roman, you guys. He’s-um- boyfriend. My boyfriend, I mean.”

Logan and Patton, with eyebrows reaching their hairlines, shared a look. 

Then a smile.

 Logan, after discreetly winking at his husband, spoke up, "Well, Roman, would you like to stay for dinner?"

“Would you like to stay-”

“Patton, I am literally begging you to not make a Mulan reference, please,” Logan tried to interrupt, his voice laced with obvious playfulness, but was instead interrupted by Roman saying, “Forever!! Dear Heavens, I love that movie!”

Patton squealed excitedly before pointing to the kitchen, "Well, you two are just in time for lunch. Help me set the table, will you?"

"Sure", the teenagers answered.

"Virgil, take the books off the table, please. Roman can help me with the plates".

As Virgil saw Roman walk into the kitchen with his dad (after discreetly giving his mildly panicked look a reassuring nod), he busied himself with taking Logan's books off the table that stood in the corner of the living room.

"So, Roman huh? Oh Virgil, do be careful with my notes", Logan said as Virgil accidentally dropped a few papers at the mention of Roman.

"Umm, yeah?"

"Well, your father and I are very happy, ofcourse. And proud. But not tell us sooner?" Logan gently voiced his question as he got up from where he sat and walked towards the table.

"I- I guess, I wanted to be sure myself? If this- If what I felt for Roman was what I thought I was feeling", Virgil's voice lowered as he looked his shoes, "I wasn't scared of how you two would react, and I love you so much for that. I scared myself cause I felt so much in so little time…"

"You like him that much?" Logan asked smiling

"So much…", Virgil looked up, "He makes me wanna claw my hair out sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way"

And if that didn't remind Logan of the way he felt when a certain bespectacled boy who asked him a knock knock joke the first time they saw each other almost eighteen years ago, he doesn't know what will.

As he chuckled at the memory, his husband's voice broke through the clattering of plates and utensils, "You kiddos better go and wash up. Take your bags upstairs while you're at it too. Dinner will be ready in two minutes"

When Virgil and Roman went up the stairs to Virgil's room, school bags slung over their shoulders, Logan walked into the kitchen to see his Patton humming and taste-testing the food.

"So, that's an interesting development" Patton said, pointing his finger up.

"The ceiling has always been there, Patton. It's neither interestknf nor a development"

Patton chuckled fondly, "I mean Roman, you brilliant, silly man"

"Ah yes. I spoke to Virgil briefly just now. He seems to like him a relatively large amount than what he expected. That shock is also why he didn't tell us about his feelings".

"What do you think then, sweetheart?"

Logan gaze softened, "I think they're too much like us to not be happy together".

"They are, aren't they?", Patton smiled looking at the stairs as Virgil came down the stairs, groaning with his head in his hand, as Roman laghued behind him and tried the convince him he was a Prince in a previous life. 

[mrneighbourlove]

Metal Masters Match

Working for Hyrule's forge was a great job. Asakonigie had a few qualms about leaving her cousins and uncles, but this was a way to expand her metalworking and show off her talent. Now, most of Hyrule's army had her signature on their weapons or armor. Oddly enough, after she presented Klinge's suit of golden armor to him, he had admitted his feelings for her. Asakonigei was flattered, confused, and most of all, unsure. Her first relationship ended with infidelity. All that time down the drain, the drowning despair of heartbreak, and the humiliation took a while to cover from since Mojag cheated on her with her best friend, Halona. At least, hopefully, she would never have to relive those days again. Though sometimes, fate was cruel.

Klinge felt rather bitter today. The prisoner he interrogated said absolutely nothing to him, despite all the pain he went through. Then Ralnor, dear little Ralnor, came in like the devil. He offered the prisoner a deal in exchange to rat out his more deranged partner in crime. The prince told Klinge to simply call him next time and save everyone time and blood. To say at least, Klinge was in a mood.

However, ever since dating Asakonigei, he felt like his anger didn’t need to be held onto as much. Ralnor trying to undermine him meant nothing in the grand scheme. Why worry about a bad day at work when he had a lovely girlfriend to go home to? Opening the lock to his castle apartment, Klinge trotted in. “Asa? Are you home?”

Asa was lying face down on the bed, muttering curses and something along the lines of 'may his dick fall off' and 'her hair fall out'. When Klinge walked into the apartment, it was a little too late for her to move from her sulking spot on the mattress. She realized a muffled reply and groaned aloud.

Klinge wondered what gave her trouble this day. “Asa? What troubles you?” Fully suited, he sat beside her, placing a hand on her back.

"... ignore me, I'm brooding." Asakonigie turned her head to face him. "Just saw someone in the market that I don't necessarily care for."

“They obviously upset you.” Taking his armour off, he set it gently on their makeshift bench. Getting onto bed, Klinge picked Asa up, and held her on top of himself. If she wanted to sulk, she could do it next to him. His face was damaged, yet calm. His voice patchy, yet firm. “Would you like to talk about it?”

"... it was Mojag..." Asakonigei was quiet when Malik held her. "He was with Holana and some of my... well... I used to call them friends." She sighed heavily, feeling silly for letting an issue of the past get to her. "Talking about the day they got married and he..." The Kovina said through gritted teeth. "Almost made the mistake of marrying an uptight, know-it-all, she-devil. When he was the one who cheated on me. Somehow it's my fault."

Klinge was glad he was holding his delicate girlfriend in his arms. Anything else he might have crushed. It was frightening how Asakonigei would see the calmness in his corrupted eyes turn to malice. “They said this directly to you?”

"No, I just overheard them." Asakonigei took a slow breath and wiped at her eyes. "I feel so stupid. All I did was stop by the vendor's to pick up some of those peppers I like to use to make salsa and... they were at the next stall over getting sweets."

“I could talk to him. Straighten him out.”

"Straighten out Mojag? Good luck." Asakonigie scoffed. "He's the biggest prick in this kingdom. Had me fooled the entire three years we courted. Then I catch him in bed with my supposed 'best-friend' the day of my wedding? I doubt even brain damage would fix his arrogant ways."

Was that a bet? Klinge was tired. This could be treated tomorrow. For now, he’d help the exterior pain before going to the source. “You’re absolutely beautiful. I want you to know that.”

"Now you're trying to make me feel better." Asakonigei gave him a small smile. "It's working. Tell me more."

Klinge pulled her gently close, kissing her lips with his. “I speak with my actions.”

"Enough about me, how was your day?" Asakonigei could not help but wonder how Zarazu's research was coming along for Klinge. He said he wanted to be human again, to be with her. Having patience was difficult. "You had an interrogation and new training drills for the rookies, right?"

“Training the rookies went smoothly. Hatchlings this round of Dinolfos. Very rowdy, but obedient. Slapped ones nose because it was attracted at the sight of one of Ralnor’s daughters if you can believe it.” Klinge gave a light chuckle.

"Hrm, and you say that dragon hatchlings are worse than Dinoflos." Asakonigei teased him. "I think you're just biased."

“Dragons can’t put on a suit of armour and serve their country. They’re little vermin.” Klinge grumbled, averting his gaze for a moment.

"Oh? Maybe I should make some dragon armor and prove you wrong." Asakonigei saw that he was deflecting from her, and hugged around his neck. Klinge had this 'thing' about challenges and orders. She saw that little glint in his eyes when she was bossy. Sometimes, she could not help but wonder if he had a 'dom' fetish. Tracing a finger along his jaw, the Kovina then said, "You like a challenge, don't you?"

“I do. Conquering them makes you stronger.”

"Hrm, wonder what you would do if you couldn't conquer me." Asakonigei giggled. "Sulk? Curse like you did when we first met?"

“I don’t need to conquer an equal.” Malik traced his fleshy hand down the side of her cheek. He wished he could pleasure her without looking like a freak.

"Hrm, more flattery, an easy way to distract someone." Asakonigei asked with an innocent flutter of her eyelashes. "Are you trying to get me to drop my guard?"

Klinge stopped for a moment, studying his lover. “Asa? Why would I want you to drop your guard?”

"To get me to fall in love with you more." Asakonigei told him, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Even though you deem yourself unworthy of it, I'll give my love to you regardless of what you think of yourself."

“That’s very generous of you.” Klinge almost purred as he rubbed against her neck. “Thank you for not thinking less of me as a man.”

"Never." Asakonigei promised him. "You may have done things you regret in the past, but that does not make you any less of a man." She then told him, once more, firmly. "And what you look like doesn't change things either. You're still you."

“That means the world to me. I wonder how Cipher would think of you.” He kissed her again, getting a little into it. “I love you Asa.”

Asakonigei released a most unlady-like snort at the mention of Cipher.

"I'm pretty sure Cipher would say you have a type." She laughed. "Definitely have a 'stubborn woman' type."

“I’d have to hear it from her myself.” Klinge frowned at his nose.

"I'm certain that most of all, Cipher would want you to be happy." Asakonigei leaned against his chest. "In Lorleidi, many years ago, there used to be a medicine woman or what you might call a shaman. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could go and ask her to speak to those who passed on before you. It would be nice if we still had one. You could possibly talk to Cipher again."

“That would be...” Klinge closed his eyes, pulling his lover to his side to spoon her. “Let’s just forget about the content of our days, and lie here in bliss and company.”

"Very well." Asakonigei would not object to a little rest. The forge had been very busy lately and she rarely had any time for herself or for Klinge. She then requested, "May I ask you something?"

“Of course.”

"Do you believe that one day, maybe we'll finally be able to rest?" Asakonigei asked him sincerely. "No more fighting, no more worries, and just... be happy? You and me, with our family?"

“... I do.” With a solemn promise, he kissed her softly before dozing off for their nap.

~

Klinge wore his best, his bronze armour shining from Asa’s craftsmanship, a red silk cape trailing behind. This bastard didn’t deserve to be basked in gold, but Klinge wasn’t out on a full witch hunt, so black wasn’t in style either. His curiosity on this Mojag had finally one out. He’d see if he was as stubborn as Asa claimed he was when he sought him out.

Mojag and his friends were not difficult to find. Almost every other day, the group frequented the pastry vendor for fresh baked goods. There were a few tables in front of the stall decorated with flowers and wicker chairs. All of them were talking about work, good times, and family. Holana was there as well, munching on a raspberry tart, feeding little bites here and there to her bragging husband.

He had secured a rather large client for his metal works in Danjur. Evidently, some rich duke there had a fancy for his metal sculptures. There was an art show there every month, and Mojag was rolling in cash. "What kind of idiot pays 10,000 rupees for a sculpture made of scrap metal? It's insane what these rich floozies will buy." Mojag was gloating to his friends. "Now, he wants me to do a series of commissions for him and his friends, and display my work in some gallery of his. He says it will get me more potential clients."

"Well, we can't complain it means more money." Holana snickered. "Not like the Talbithas were rolling in it anyway."

"All you had to do was flirty with him a little, and we had the fat man." Mojag laughed. "The duke probably keeps coming back for your pretty face, my dear."

"Might as well flaunt it if I got it."

"And Asa, pffft, asking her to do a bit like you was like asking her to eat shit." Mojag rolled his eyes. "Why did you even hang out with her anyway?"

"Same reason as you, her family had the largest forge at the time and I needed the work, so I pretended to be her friend to keep my job."

Absolute. Bloody. Fury.

Klinge overheard the exchange from the start, but kept himself from interrupting until he heard enough. By first impressions, it appeared Asakonigei was correct. “Yet your craft isn’t what is sought by your Queen.”

Mojag jolted when he heard the voice, turning around to look at the source. This was a guard of Hyrule of some sort. The armor looked awfully familiar. He could not quite place his finger on the voice either. He had seen this man somewhere before. Where was it? "... well, to each his or her own." Mojag shrugged his shoulders. "Some just don't have an eye for finery like I do. Right, babe?"

"Of course." Holana agreed. "Why? You looking to buy, mister?"

“I came looking for you. Mojag, if I’m correct?” Klinge looked around at every member of the gallery, eying then for weaknesses.

"Yeah, I'm Mojag." He confirmed. "Look, if you're here for business, you can come by my forge later. Right now, I got to treat my girl to a tasty pastry because she's delicious herself."

“Oh believe me, besides my own work already being better, I have a better forge master than you. I merely arrived to see if you were worth any worry.”

"A better forge master?" Morag started laughing as did his friends. "Look, you probably got one of those sissy Hylians doing your metal work. You're biased, you haven't seen real metalworking yet."

"... wait... I think I recognize that signature." Mojag looked at the metal arm with scrutiny. "Is that a Talbitha signature? ... you went to them? They're expensive work, man, I could have cut you a way better deal for less of a price but high quality. They'll rip you off with all that 'fancy' shit engraved in the metal. You don't need that."

“I pay for the best Mojag. The reason the Talbitha family works for the army of Hyrule is because they produced the best weapons and armour this army hasn’t seen since ancient times.” Klinge picked up a piece of metal that Mojag was working on, and with a squeeze of his literal steel fist, turned the metal into scrap. “As you can see, it’s quality is nothing to smirk at.”

"Psh, whatever man, Asa probably just spread her legs for whoever was in charge to get the account. Oh wait, she's too much of a prude, maybe her uncles had to sweet talk them!" At Mojag's comment, everyone was laughing. "Thinks she's too good, better than everyone else."

“From what I see, all you can do is belittle your competition. Have no true fire. No true craft. It seems you can’t accept that Asa was the better smith, and the better Lorleidian.” Klinge’s voice was calm, but deep inside he wanted to start snapping bones off this guy. For a rare occurrence, however, Klinge was in no legal right to do so.

"Better Lorleidian? Better craft? Please, I taught that bitch all she knew. She still insisted on that fancy shit. And she couldn't give out a little pussy." Mojag scoffed. "No matter, I got me a better woman, a real woman now."

Klinge made a glance, he blank stare of his cold helmet looking at her. “Tell me, what’s your name girl?”

"Who wants to know?" Holana paid the stranger no mind. "I don't know you, and I don't have to tell you a damn thing."

“It’s odd. I’d have assumed that a near extinct race would be kinder to one another. Betrayal amongst Lorleidians seems counter productive for your betterment as a people.”

"Betrayal? Give me a break, it's not like I didn't warn Asa that Mojag wasn't right for her." Holana had heard this lecture over and over before, but simply tuned it out. "And he even tried to break it off a few times, but the girl was so dense she had no clue what he meant."

“Your friendship meant nothing?” Klinge started to pace, his voice cutting the surface like a knife. “Queen Zarazu told me stories of an ancient Queen that fell in love with Vul’kar. Only for her to betrayed by scum and villainy.”

"The queen was stupid for falling in love with an Abyssian of all creatures, look at what Vul'kar did to us!" Holana huffed. "What she did was inexcusable, doesn't compare to what I did. I simply went after the man I loved."

"What, did her uncles hire you to harass me over this stupid matter again? It's been years, get over it and move on." Mojag rolled his eyes. "Besides, her new beau supposedly is a freak of nature." He snorted, telling his friends. "I think it's just a pity move."

His furnace suddenly blew apart in a small fizzle and bang. Klinge was incredibly subtle with his magic, and his fury reached its limit. The man’s work would do instead of squiring him on a pike. Klinge walked over to Mojag, staring him down. His voice was low, like parent who was ready to snap at the next wrong doing. “My final reason for coming here. Asakonigei is ready to move on from filth such as yourself. It seems that your envy of her won’t let yourself move on. You’re an inferior smith. Stop slandering her name, or I will make your life very, very difficult.” He looked at the rest of the Lorleidians in the room as a small fire spread. “Clean your mess of forge as well as your attitudes. We’re done here.” With that, the commander made his exit.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Mojag nearly fell out of his chair when his furnace from across the way suddenly crumbled into a million pieces. He was furious. This man had some gall! "I don't even know you, you fucker! Wait... wait a minute, you're the one who is fucking her now, aren't you?!" He chased after the commander. "No wonder she sent you to torment me, finally got her a freakshow in a suit to come do her dirty work!"

Klinge gently snatched Mojag up by the colour, lifted him up high off the ground, then lightly tossed him lightly on his ass. “Caution little Lorleidian. Don’t fight this dragon. Go back to your little forge. Perhaps move to Danjur. Asakonigei has proven her worth to the Queen and this country far more then the likes of you.”

"That's rich, coming from a freak. Don't think I haven't heard the rumors." Mojag picked himself up off the ground. Just for spite, he used his magic to start twisting Klinge's metal arm. "Let's see Asa fix that. Piss off, you freak. Come on, Holana. We're going home for the day."

Mojag suddenly felt a very real sharp pain stab from under the ground and into his foot. A little knife materialized, cutting into his foot rather well. “I’d get that looked at. Carefully were you tread.”

Klinge winced behind his helmet from his arm being pulled, but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of pain. He wanted to see Asa break his spirit. If Klinge couldn’t go beyond tame pains, and Mojag had no criminal history to go off for an arrest, Klinge knew he had to crush his pride.

Mojag was releasing a string of curses and holding his foot as Klinge walked away from the market area.

~

Klinge returned to his living quarters, satisfied by his afternoon. However, he knew this situation with Mojag was something he couldn’t normally fix.

Asakonigei decided that working in the forge every single day was tiring. So, she decided to take a day off and work on her designing inside. She was inside her room, sketches all over the floor. There were several different styles she wanted to try but she was not sure how functional the armor would be. The Kovina drew out the weight, pieces, and various ideas on her parchment and then even used her magic to try a few swirls in the metal.

Walking in the door, was a surprise to Klinge. “What do you have there?”

"Mind the sketches, please." Asakonigei had charcoal on her cheeks from working on various sheets. "I had this idea of creating some new armor for the soldiers dependent upon their type of work. Like the scouts need lighter armor to move faster, but still something to protect them. The guards at the front gate usually see a bit of trouble, so they need thicker armor. Yet, the rookies still don't know what they want as far as a station, so I need to design a universal type for them..." She elaborated more and more on her various sketches. "Oh! And this!" She held up a sketch of a crudely drawn war boar with armor. "We have nice saddles for the dragons, why can't we have a little more protection for the mounts?"

Klinge gave a light frown at the war boar designs. “I know it’s the royals favourite animal to ride, but the rest of the army, myself included, ride horses. I suppose it is cute though.”

"Oh, I did that too! Where did I put that sketch...?" Asakonigei looked around and then found it under a pile of possibilities. "See? For horses too."

“Your work is lovely.” Klinge set the paper down, and put his hands gently together. It was something he always did when he was going to deliver a difficult conversation. “Asa? Can I tell you something?”

"... yes?" Asakonigei gave him a look. "I know that tone of voice, Klinge. What's wrong? ... did Nubi'ahlus mix up your weapons as a joke again? I told him not to do that."

“Your story about the market with Mojag struck a cord, so my curiosity won over me. I investigated his whereabouts and met the man.”

"... oh no..." Asakonigei made a face, grimacing. "Please tell me that you left him... breathing. I know he's an asshole, but he does have others who depend on him."

“That thug was the most difficult ordeal of restraint I’ve ever gone through. Besides stepping on a knife when he tried to twist my arm, he’d fine.” Klinge looked at his arm, hoping that cockroach didn’t harm his mechanics. “It was strange. He didn’t have your grip.”

"...!!!! He twisted your arm?!" Asakonigei seemed more concerned about the possibility of Klinge's discomfort instead of the fact that Mojag did even received his small touch of karma. She held out her hands, and insisted, "Let me see! Are you all right?"

“I’m fine Asa.” He gently showed her his arm. “I’ve never met any of your people so... pathetic.”

"There's bad apples in every bunch, Klinge, even you know that." Asakonigei scowled loudly when she saw Klinge's arm. The metal was warped! "That fucking asshole, piece of shit, smega-eating dickhead!"

“His friends seemed to be drones. The girl was interesting. Her venom towards sounded like a play to me.”

"Shush." Asakonigei put a single finger to his helmet as she used her magic to fix the warped metal back into place. Peace and quiet were vital in concentration. She tried to do so as gently as she could to avoid causing Klinge further discomfort.

Klinge rested his human hand on the bed, waiting until she was done calibrating his arm. “I swear there has so be a way to counter that kind of magic. I thought the runes on this arm held magic.”

"This metal can only be influenced by Kovina magic and melted by Vatra magic." Asakonigei explained, "Unfortunately, Mojag is a Kovina, like me. I'll research runes to see if I can restrict magic warping---wait... Zarazu never explained these runes to you?"

“Not in particular. It unnerved Abyssians, but that’s was about it.”

"They're old magic, some of the first Lorleidians created these to use when our people were first learning how to use the elements our spirits gave us. The runes are infused with light magic, so I'm thinking that's why the Abyssians balked." Asakonigei sat on the edge of the bed with her husband and pointed out each rune one by one. "This one is strength. Not only in body, but in mind. This one is hope, for now, for later, and when you need it most. And the last one..." She chuckled. "The last one is 'adanata'. Love. Heh, and Zarazu told me that Covarog is the cheesy one." The Kovina told her lover. "Zarazu believed you worthy of love."

“Of course we are... no matter what others think.” It was almost cute how low Klinge’s voice dropped as he held Asa’s hand gently.

"Ha! Zarazu's never cared about that, we shouldn't either." Asakonigei then said, "You know, she requested these when I made the arm. I could always add more."

“If you think there is more to add?”

"Well, if you really wanted me to, I could always add 'Asakonigei has the best tits and ass', on there." She suggested with a laugh. "Not a rune. But just a statement."

“Been a while since you showed them off, so busy with work.” Klinge smirked. “Listen, I think I know how you can forever get Mojag off your back. Legally.”

"... legally? But that's no fun." Asakonigei sighed, flopping on the bed, her black hair sprawling everywhere. "I beat his ass once. Now that was fun."

“But that wasn’t enough. You didn’t humiliate him.”

"... should have dragged him and Holana out for everyone to see what a fucking cheater he was. But I was too angry to be clever for that."

“And that, my dear lover, is why you failed in your revenge. You broke his body. But do you know what you needed to break instead?”

"His dick."

Klinge gave a hardy metallic laugh. “God, I love that. Part of his body my dear. Take it from someone who served a man who went by the title of Dark Lord once. You need to break his spirit Asakonigei.”

"And how do you suggest I do that?" Asakonigei quirked an eyebrow, intrigued. "Mister-Fear-Me-Lord-of-Dark-I-Know-All-Revenges."

“He still thinks he’s a better metal smith then you. What’s your reply to that?”

"That's his arrogance talking. He thinks that he's so much better simply because his dad owns the largest forge." Asakonigei rolled her eyes. "Typical asshole thing."

“Then you need to disprove him in front of his friends, his customers, and all your people.” Klinge straightened up tall, looking down at Asa. “If you beat him in open competition in front of his Queen and everyone else, not only will his spirit be broken, but you will have found yourself something that goes beyond revenge. Justice.”

"... well... there was that competition that Ralnor organized, but I didn't think I'd have time to enter." Asakonigei sat up on the bed.

“I can set you up. Zarazu can make it even more grand by renting the Colosseum for use. And give Mojag an invitation he can’t resist.” Klinge placed a hand on her shoulder. “I believe you can do it.”

"The competition is only three days away..." Asakonigei looked a little worried.

“What if I helped you?”

"Hmm... I'd have to the design, that's the rules. But..." Asakonigei was good at finding loopholes. "There's nothing that says I can't have help making the metal."

“I was Ganondorf’s best smith. We can do anything together.” Klinge lifted her up on his knees, smiling warmly at her. “Want to take a bet?”

"A bet? Didn't take you for a betting man, Klinge." Asakonigei looked at him with a grin. "What kind of bet?"

“500 rupees says Mojag will flee the country once you break him in front of all his peers.” Klinge smiled, tilting his head at her. “That or a dance from you~”

"500 rupees? That's my salary for a week!" Asakonigei huffed, not about to gamble her hard earned money. "A dance? From me? Don't you mean with me?" She appeared to be confused for a moment before turning bright red, understanding his insinuation. "Klinge!" She swatted his arm, in embarrassment.

He grinned wickedly, a laugh cracking from his person. “You’re the one so confident about the best T and A in Hyrule. I’m sure it’d be fun to see a private dance.”

"Just because I know I have the best tits and ass doesn't mean I'm exactly ready to show off." Asakonigei was still bright red in the cheeks. "I'm not the queen."

“You think Zarazu galivants around the castle?”

"... you have seen what she wears in front of the king?" Asakonigei had a point. "Half the time, I think he picks out her outfits."

“Does it help I only want myself to see you?” He bounced her a bit on his hip, a toothy grin shining even through his exposed cheek.

"Think about a ring, then undressing me you naughty man." Asakonigei swatted him on the shoulder. "For now, we have a job to do."

“As you command dear.” He lifted her up, placing her down on her feet. “Then we best prepare.”

~

A messenger made his way to Mojag’s forgery that very day. The Lizalfos adjusted its metal cap, giving a knock. “Pleasssse open up ssssir.”

Mojag was busy with his orders and Holana opened the door. Their forge was attached to their house. She was surprised to have a messenger. "What's this about?"

“Messsssage for Mojag. An invitation from the Queen of Hyrule. Ssssshe is hosting a competition of the best Hylian, Goron, Kovani and other sssssmiths in the land.”

"A competition?" Holana took the invitation and read over the conditions and rules. "Huh. First prize gets money, second prize a day at the spa, and third prize gets a free couples dinner at that new Goron restaurant."

“You forgot the prizzzze of recognition. A medal from the King and Queen herself.”

"It's a dumb medal. Money we could use." Holana scoffed. "Recognition is nice, but it doesn't pay the bills."

“Will you join? The cassssh prizzzze pot is a cash prize of $10,000 rupees, assss well assss $100,000 in diamonds.”

"Of course we'll join." Holana started to close the door and then on second thought, asked another question. "How many others are there competing?"

“39 ssssssmiths.”

"And would one of those smiths happen to be a Talbitha?"

“Why do you assssk?”

"Just some bad blood, lizard." Holana shooed him off. "We'll see you at the competition."

The Lizalfos frowned, its frills shooting up. “Lizalfos.”

With that, he headed off to give Klinge word stage one of his plan was ready.

~

Klinge escorted Zarazu to her throne that oversaw everyone else in the coliseum where she could address the crowd and enjoy the competition. “Your tribes are about to finish finding their seats. You know Zarazu, Zelda once sat in this very seat to watch a competition of strength from her husband.”

"I recall Ganondorf telling me of that tale... 17 times already." Zarazu said dryly as she looked over the coliseum. She had to wear a damn fancy dress for this and it was so itchy and uncomfortable. The queen was walking rigidly and had to move her dress to the side to sit down on the throne. "I was expecting a... smaller crowd, to be honest. I didn't know we have such interest in these competitions." She arched an eyebrow at him. "And due to your insistence that I be the judge of this competition, something tells me you have a motive. You're not good at hiding things around me, my friend. Dare I ask what's going on?"

“I have to be fair, it’s you, BiggestGoron, and Fiest the Dinolfos. Least the competition be seen as favoured in Asa’s favour too much.” Klinge stretched an arm out to the crowd. “People love entertainment. As Queen, I think that’s a lesson you haven’t fully grasped. Sure, assassinations bring a level of excitement to the castle, or Covarog’s siblings come back with daring tales of adventure, but the public doesn’t get to experience that. They don’t get to see legends made of the ‘common’ folk often anymore. This metal smithing competition has brought in all of your tribes, Hylians, Gorons, as well as many others looking to spectate and compete. It’s an honour to host this event Zarazu.”

"You do have a point, the public probably doesn't have everyday adventures like Orana's fascinating tales." Zarazu had to agree with him on a few aspects. "I'm sure everyone will have a good time. Though, you know what is a giveaway that you're up to something?"

“Yes?”

"You're wearing the armor that Asa made for you."

“And?” Klinge shrugged, pretending with a tone he had no idea what she meant.

"And you only wear it for one of three reasons," Zarazu elaborated. "To impress others, is the first. You strut like a male cucco bird when you wear it. Second, if you're going to do a demonstration for the rookies, because that is your best suit and you like to show it off. Last, if you're up to something that you're trying to keep on the down low. The last five times you've been wearing it, I found out about an event you were trying to keep shush shush. Like you pummeling those jerks who catcalled Asa a few weeks ago." She had an amused expression on her face. "Klinge, face it, you're becoming too easy to read. You're smitten with her, aren't you?"

“I care a deep deal about her, yes. So much so, I organized this events so that she can humiliate Mojag and destroy any trace of hope he would have. I made sure every Kovina is present, as well as a few of the man’s customers. Once this competition is through, she’ll never have to worry about him again.”

It was part romantic and part mortifying to hear how dedicated Klinge was willing to go.

"... for some reason, I'm not too surprised." Zarazu crossed her legs. "You'd move the moon for her, wouldn't you?"

“No. But raise her above my head to get closer to it.” A giant boom and the feeling of an earthquake was felt. This was followed by another boom, and another, until a Goron the size of a giant peered its head over the stadium radius. Klinge nodded. “And that is Biggestgoron. I should go see Asa. All the smiths are preparing in the centre.”

"Heh, what do you know, the great and fearsome Klinge has a soft spot." Zarazu had to tease him a little. "Go say hi, Klinge. And do tell Asa I said good luck."

Klinge made his way through the crowd until he spotted her designated working area. “Asa, how are you feeling?” All around them smiths of various races were preparing mentally to begin.

Asa had checked her list for all the items. Five times. And now she was inspecting her forge for the third time. It was obvious that the Kovina was... nervous.

"Fine. I'm fine. Just... fine."

“Asa, you can’t conquer the battlefield until you conquer your fear of battle first. Admit your troubles, tell me what weighs on your mind.”

"I... I um..." She took a breath and then blurted out. "I don't like being the center of attention. I'm not like the queen who can speak publicly and have all eyes on her."

Klinge nodded, understanding that fear. “Do you like art Asa?”

"Well... I guess metalworking is a form of art." Asakonigei tried to think about the question from a logical perspective. "I just don't use brushes and paints."

“It is. Many people love your art. They want to be motivated and inspired by your art. You can loved, but have no need to be publicly present back. All you need, is to focus on your world, and create your art.” Klinge rested just metal arm on her shoulder. His final reasoning for pushing Asa towards this. “You are so much more then you think. I think, deep down inside...” Klinge pointed a metal finger at her heart. “... you know it’s time the world believed too. Let them see the might of your vision.”

"... you make me feel better, Klinge." Asakonigei smiled at him. She took a deep breath. It was hard enough to think about how many people were watching, so she decided just to do what he told her. Just focus on her work. "I know Zarazu is judging, but there are a few other judges as well, aren't there?"

“The competition will work as such. First round is building an item from scratch with the supplies you are given. It will be tested for design, use, and finally, durability. This can be anything you want. The judges will decided who the top ten contestants are for the next round. This is where you will bring in an item of your previous work for examination. The best piece of work wins. The judges are Zarazu, Feist-“ Klinge pointed out an ten foot tall Dinalfos with dazzling gauntlets and an axe on his tail tip. “And Biggestgoron.” It was hard to miss out the small mountain sized Goron looking over the stadium, looking bored as he rested his arms on the ring shaped top. “I hear he’s rather cold to youngsters, do you don’t have to worry about him treating other Goron’s with more respect.”

"Oh spirits..." Asakonigei swallowed. Hard. "They um... they're pretty uh... big. Scary. Fucking hell." The Kovina looked back at her work. "Okay, I can do this, I can do this. I used to make stuff from scratch all the time. I still make stuff from scratch. I love to make stuff from scratch."

“Breathe.” Klinge rested his hands on her shoulders.

"Okay, breathing, that I can do..." Asakonigei took a look at the competition and then saw... Mojag. With Holana. She had a look of fury on her face. "He brought her of all people with him?"

“Asa. She can’t participate unless it’s to work against him. This is a solo event. And she matters not. Close your eyes. Breathe.” He waited until she humoured him. “Breathe. Think of me. Think of your family. Think of your work. Channel it into art. Nothing else matters. You are indifferent to distractions.”

"That... that... that jerk!!!" Asakonigei huffed with a fire in her eyes. "I'll show him. I'll wipe the floor with him! He'll wish he never stepped foot in a forge!"

“Anger is good. But only if you focus it.” He could use this development too. Perhaps Zarazu’s peaceful meditations were getting to him. Focusing rage was something he was a far better teacher at. “Crush him. Burn his ego alive. You can flay his pride amongst thousands.”

"I'll make sure of it." Asakonigei told Klinge with a determined face. "I can do this. I won't let him win."

“I know.” Klinge made his way out, unfortunately having to walk past Mojag to do so. “I hope your foot has grown better after your accident.”

"Go kiss Vul'kar's ass, filth." Mojag sneered as Klinge walked by... and then he saw Asakonigei. He knew the two of them were associated. "Looks like she is fucking that thing."

Asakonigei shot Mojag a glare and awaited the introductions from the judges.

Klinge glared one last time behind his helmet, pointing to a specific area in the audience above. “See them Mojag? Those are your rich, customers from Danjur and Hyrule that were interested in your work. I’m certain they’ll pay whoever wins the competition. Best of luck to you, you punk.”

"To all of my people and guests of this kingdom, welcome to the Metal Masters Match!" Zarazu thought the name was absurd, but Covarog loved it. "Today, we have various competitors to show you exactly who will be the best master of their craft! For the first round, we will have our contestants make a weapon of their choice from the scrap metal in front of them. Our judges will then decide who will proceed to the next round."

“Armour, jewelry, or other works are also fine.” Feist added in a rather eloquent voice for a lizard. “All if you have your forges set up, and you’ve been given the same amount of resources to work with. You have two hours to create your choice. Cheating will not be tolerated. Prepare! 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”

“Begin.” Biggestgoron had to whisper to not shake the arena with his voice.

Contestants set to work. Goron’s took heavy hammers, battering at the metal. A Moblin cranked chipped away some metal by hand to craft a necklace. Everyone didn’t waste a single second.

Asakonigei looked at her items. A few items had a bit of rust, but she could take care of that easily. There was nothing sharp enough to build a weapon. Nothing of worth for jewelry. But... there was enough to make a statue. A huge statue like those rich, pompous nobles paid for to put in their gardens or in their corridors.

Feist walked his way through the contestants, watching their abilities unfold. He turned his head to towards Mojag next.

Mojag was using his spare materials to construct jewelry. His items consisted of a few stray jewels and enough thin pieces of metal to construct various types of jewelry. Thus far, he had a set of earrings, and a necklace.

Others constructed daggers, shields, rings, and other various items. Soot spread wildly, until finally, Biggestgoron spoke over the stadium. “Time’s up.”

Klinge waited beside Asakonigei’s family, watching with hope at her craft. Her family and him had been discussing forging tips and tales while the hours had gone by, and their hope they put into Asa.

Asakonigei's statue was by no means huge, but it was still a majestic piece. She has used the rusted parts to highlight pieces of hair while she used the shinier sections to sculpt body parts. When the piece was finished, it was a sculpture of the Gerudo twin goddess; sand and stone.

Everyone had to carry their items to a presenting stage for the judges to examine. Zarazu was able to judge the surface level look and practicality. Feist would judge the craftsmanship. The first man presented a dagger. Feist examined how he placed jewels amongst the hilt, but noticed cracks in the blade. Lifting it up, the mighty hand of Biggestgoron plucked the dagger up. He held it close to his eye to examine it. Then to the horror of the contestants, he tested its durability. With an ounce of a flex, he crushed to blade into pieces. “Bah. Pathetic.”

Feist frowned at his fellow judges attitude, but who was he to argue with a stone giant? “Next contestant.”

This continued, till at last, it was Asakonigei and Mojag last by chance. They were told to stand at the bottom of the platform together and wait to be called up.

"A statue? Really? That's the best you could do?" The man sneered towards the woman.

Asakonigei was quick to retort, "Well, not all of us got jewels like you did. Shame to see that you still can't craft jewelry worth shit."

"At least it's good enough for Holana, and that's all that matters."

"Psh, Holana doesn't know what's good from bad, and that, is bad."

"You're just jealous that she's a better fuck."

"You're just sore that I'm better at metalworking."

"You wish."

"What reason do I have to lie?"

"You---"

Mojag had no time for another quip for he was called to the podium. He presented his jewelry set to the judges; a set of earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, and a ring.

Feist was impressed by his jewelry. Certainly, the best in a while. “Fascinating craftsmanship. My Queen?”

"The jewelry is absolutely beautiful." Zarazu picked up the necklace. Her neck would get sore after a while of wearing this. It was rather weighty. "The stones are high quality and he removed the impurities from the gold. However, it's still a bit on the heavy side. Perhaps less weight next time?"

"Of course, my queen." Mojag was polite. "I accept your advice."

“Hurry up.” Biggestgoron waved a massive hand for the jewels. Examining them incredibly close, he gave a few nods. Finally, he opened his mouth and chewed down on them. One crunch. Two crunch. Impressive. “Not an Amateur. The ring lacked any inscription. I did enjoy the necklace, despite its weight.”

"...!" Zarazu was not expecting the Goron to... eat the items. "Next, we have a..." She turned and motioned for Asakonigei to approach the podium. "Oh! A stunning statue of the twin goddesses of sand and stone of Gerudo lore."

"Yes, my queen." Asakonigei used her magic to lift the statue upward for inspection.

"It seems you had some rather rusty materials... but you used it for a flare."

Feist darted his head up and down, examining the design. “It’s very striking on the eyes. I love the etchings you made. It looked as though you used all the material at your disposal. Well done, Kovina.”

Klinge felt a strong sense of pride at what she had crafted. He wondered what she could do with more time.

Biggestgoron lifted the statue up and examined it, twirling it around to see every corner etched out. No one else had done a statue. “Great imagination.”

With a light squeeze on the statue, it didn’t break. So, he did another one. He heard cracks, but it still held. With a flex, the statue turned into tiny scrap. Taking that scarp, he devoured the material. “Delicious craftsman ship. Need to eat some rocks later.”

"I um... can make another if you're still hungry?" Asakonigei offered, her jaw hanging open as the Goron devoured the statue. "I'll need more..." She heard the crunch and the snap, and nearly winced. How could that be good for anyone's teeth? "Ah... materials."

"I'm sure that Biggestgoron will take you up on that offer later, Asa." Zarazu laughed in delight at Asa's shock. "My friends, what do you think? Does she pass into the next round?"

Feist nodded, finishing up a list of people who believed worthy to be finalists. “She does, along with these others.” One his list he included Mojag, ranking 7th for him, but still top ten.

Biggestgoron shook his head. “I devoured and ate your items simply because I could. Because, even those that won’t continue on, you can recreate what you made here today. And it will be better the next time. The Queen and Feist may announce the finalists. I care only for the top ten.”

Feist made sure him and Zarazu agreed before announcing the winners. Even though they lost, the lower placed contestants still stayed to watch the demonstration part of the competition.

In the crowd, certain spectators were making bets on who would win. More importantly to some who traveled far, who they would hire.

“The Talbitha lady seems to be skilled. She’s quite the artist.”

“Mojag makes far more fair jewelry, but if she wins, I might have to switch my business.”

“I heard she’s a hack.”

“I suppose we’ll see.”

After the top ten finalists were announced, there was the second task to complete. Asakonigei and Mojag moved to their respective stations. The Kovina felt... happy. She was glad that the judges liked her work. While she did love creating armor and weapons for Hyrule's soldiers, this was a good change of pace. It was nice to simply have that opportunity to construct something entirely new.

Feist explained the rules. “At your called name, you will present your finest previous work that you choose to bring here today. The three of us will examine your item of choice for its craftsmanship, flare, and uniqueness, giving each a score out of ten. May the best smith win.”

First, a Goron came to the stage. His craft was making a replica of the legendary Megaton hammer. The original had been lost to the wild. “Biggestgoron, Queen Zarazu. I present the replacement to the Megaton Hammer.” With a swing, he crushed a boulder he used as demonstration into pebbles. “May it be used to slay dragons, just as the original did.” He noticed the Queen’s eyes raise at that. “Eh, er, evil ones of course. No disrespect to my Lorleidian brothers and sisters in the crowd.”

Klinge had to admit. He really liked the sound of that weapon. He wouldn’t kill Ba’puu, but it’d certainly hurt the dragon to bop him on the noes for misbehaving. Ah, he could daydream.

Mojag presented a pair of twin dual swords. The weapon was crafted with the best quality of metals, yet lacked elaborate design. Still, it was a good sword to use in battle. Asakonigei waited until her name was called. She really had not given much thought to what she should present. Over her many years, the Kovina had constructed hundreds of suits of armor and who knew how many weapons. Yet, she supposed her best piece was the part that brought her here...

Feist checked the list. She was the second to last contestant. He had seen swords, hammers, a mirror shield, and exotic crowns. “Asakonigei. You are one of two Kovina here today. We have seen your fellow tribesmen. What do you have to present?”

"I... my greatest creation actually belongs to another now. May I call Commander Klinge to the stand?" Asakonigei fidgeted slightly.

Others looked at him, and Klinge rose from the Talbitha family to make his way through the crowd to join Asa. For good measure he shot Holana a glance from behind his helmet. How he wondered how little she felt. Arriving, he gave Zarazu and the other two judges a bow.

"If you wouldn't mind showing them your arm?" Asakonigei asked Klinge with a smile. "Please."

He whispered down to her. “Do you want me to take it off, or tell them why it was created?”

"I doubt he needs to remove it, my fellow judges, you can see the fine craftsmanship?" Zarazu asked the others. "I'm sure Klinge would love to elaborate upon his tale."

"I made this with what my family had leftover from Lorleidi." Asakonigei explained to the judges. "It's called Banthorarium metal. It will never rust, never crack, never fade, and never melt unless it is with the magic of a Vatra."

Feist looked closer once Klinge removed the armour around it. The fearsome commander tended to keep to himself. “What are these markings on the arm?”

"They are runes, sir." Asakonigei explained to Feist. "From the olden days of Lorleidi, when we were first using our magic, learning how to use the elements." She pointed to the runes. "Strength, hope, and love..."

Biggestgoron laid out a palm to Klinge to climb aboard. Stepping on, Klinge held his breath as he was lifted into the air for closer look. “Smith. Is the arm magic?”

"Yes, and please don't try to eat it." Asakonigei added as an afterthought. "The commander needs his arm."

“I’m not eating any of the projects you brought forth. Smith. Why did you create this arm?”

"I created it due to the request from my queen." Asakonigei told the judges. "She said a friend of hers had lost his arm in a fight, and needed a new one to replace it." She gestured to the various parts of the arm. "It had to be fully functional and accommodating for his job."

Klinge glanced down from high up. She knew damn well why specifically it had to be made. Biggestgoron seemed satisfied. He carefully set the commander down. “Asakonigei, take your seat beside the other Kovina with the previous contestants. We have one more smith.”

Asakonigei did not think it was her place to tell the judges what happened to Klinge. If he wanted to tell the grand story of how he battled the queen, that was his place. Once she understood that Klinge's arm was not going to be eaten and in fact, had their approval, she took her seat.

Both the Lorleidians hadn’t noticed do to worries or mentally preparing during the first round, but a tiny mouse made its way up the stage, doing its best to lift a box a little bigger than itself. This was a Minish, a rare race of Hyrule that liked to keep itself to secrecy most of the time.

"Oh! May I help you with that?" Asakonigei was halfway to her seat when she noticed the next contestant. She approached the tiny... mouse? Rat? What was this? Zarazu had told her of other races, but she could not quite place this one. "It looks heavy."

“I’m fine. Thank you.” At least Mojag and a Moblin could be heard snickering at the sight. The Minish smiled softly, speaking in an even softer voice. “I liked your demonstration miss.”

"Thank you, I look forward to yours." Asakonigei heard the snickers and shot the Moblin and Mojag a glare over her shoulder. "Ignore them. They're bastards."

“That’s not a very nice word.”

"Well, they're not very nice. Good luck." Asakonigei resumed her seat.

The Minish gave a tiny bow to the Queen and Feist once he was done. “My name is Spielzeug once again. I’m sorry for the wait.”

"You're fine, Spielzeug. Tell us, what do you have to show us?"

“My creation. I like to build toys with a little magic.” Opening the box, a metal dragon crawled out. Every scale was etched perfectly, zero hint of rust. Its wings were made of fine glass, with perfect folds to allow it to close and open at will. Its eyes were fitted with tiny rubies, and the judges swore it was looking at them. “Fly!”

The dragon did as was commanded, fluttering into the air. Its scales moved and tightened as if it had to breath like any dragon of flesh and blood. It danced and made little chirping sounds, a tiny echo escaping from a little jaw. The dragon flew by the competitors, then rest by the Minish. “I call it a Dragon-Fly. Due to its size and what it is based off.”

"Oh my! This is absolutely delightful!" Zarazu held out a finger and watched as the dragon perched on the digit. "I've never seen such a cute toy! My twins would absolutely love this."

Asakonigei actually grinned. It was a cute toy. She wouldn't even mind having one herself.

“I took my time crafting tiny gears and smelting the metal together. After that, I imbued it with a little life.”

Feist took hold of the sleeping curled dragon. “Curious. Most curious.”

Biggestgoron wished it wasn’t so small. His eyes could barely make it out. “Certainly unique, tiny one.”

"It's adorable, I love it." Zarazu had a huge smile on her face. She was tempted to ask if she could buy it, but this was not the time or the place. The competition had to come first. "May I ask which dragon you used for inspiration?"

“One from a story book.”

"A story book?" Zarazu thought of the erotic book, 'The Dragon's Bride' for a moment and nearly giggled. "One suitable for children, I hope."

“Why wouldn’t it be?” The little Minish knew not of the many profanities in the Queen’s mind.

Feist set the dragon back in the box. “Queen Zarazu. I believe it’s time we voted for the top three contestants.”

"Yes, indeed. Oh, um..." Zarazu carefully placed the dragon back into the tiny box. "Are you sure you don't need some help? I wouldn't mind. You truly do have a unique item there."

“No thank you. I can handle myself.” Carefully, the Minish carried the box all by himself down the ramp.

Klinge waited in anticipation as he watched Biggestgoron hold Feist and Zarazu in his palms for secret discussion. Who would come out on top?

Finally, the Goron set the Queen down. “We are proud to announce the top three.”

Feist looked to the crowd. “In third place, Boulog the Goron for his replacement of the legendary Megaton hammer. Now, Queen Zarazu, please announce second and first place.” That certainly got a cheer, especially from the Goron tribe.

Klinge looked down to Mojag and Asakonigei. He could have sworn he heard a scoff from Holana, as if it was obvious from the beginning her lover would win. Who would win the competition? The arena crowd was on the edge of their seats, all eyes on the Queen to deliver the verdict.

"In second place... Asakonigei Talbitha for her amazing and fully functional prosthetic arm." Zarazu announced the crowd, earning cheers. Up in the stands, there was loud yelling. Her uncles and cousins went wild, spilling beer and popcorn everywhere. Her family was thrilled. "For first place, we have decided upon the most unique creation we have seen in a long while..." Mojag looked smug and confident but his expression quickly fell. "Spielzeug!"

The tiny Minish nearly had a heart attack from shock. “Me?”

The crowd exploded into cheers. Klinge took a breath of relief. Asa wasn’t the champion like he might have wanted, but at least she beat that smug prick.

Feist scooped up the Minish in the palm of his hand, and elevated him above where the champion was supposed to stand on the podium. “I give you, the champion of the Metal Masters Match! You are the among the greatest smiths of the generation! You win the grand prize of $10,000 rupees and a bucket of diamonds!”

Setting the Minish down, he pointed to Asa. “Asakonigei. For second place and being the best Kovani here, you receive a spa getaway with anyone you like.” To the Goron, he gave a nod of respect. “Boulog, for third, you have received a free meal at Goron Sirlon Rockalanch. May you three prosper, and thank you for the rest of the contestants for participating.”

"You did marvelous work. I'm assuming you're going to open a toy shop? Or do you already have one?" Asakonigei was a good sport and congratulated the tiny Minish. She could not exactly shake his hand, so she offered a single finger to serve in its place. "I think the queen would be happy to have a couple toys for her children. I know I would if I had any."

“With all this money I’ve won, I just might do that.” The tiny Minish shook her finger with both hands.

Klinge had to wait behind a wave of people rushing down to great to winners. One even pushed past Mojag to get to them. “Sir! Sir! Will you build us my wife a suit of armour?”

“Sir Spielzeug! My sister works for the Queen of Danjur! I wanted to acquire an axe from you, and perhaps buy that dragon!”

“I’ll pay for a new pair of boots and an electronic bear!”

The little Minish shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I can only so many orders so fast. I can start taking a list, but may I suggest Asakonigei or Boulog smith your much larger means?”

"I'd be sure to direct people your way for... smaller projects." Asakonigei laughed when the poor Minnish was a touch overwhelmed by all the attention. "I'll be happier to complete the larger works."

"I do hope you enjoy your prize," Zarazu told the Minnish with a smile. "And when you have time, I would like to place an order for two dragons. For my twins."

“Oh! Of course.” The little Minish gave a tiny bow to the Queen.

Klinge finally was able to push his way to Asa after 25 new customers commissioned orders from her. “Congratulations. You earned it.”

"Thank you." Asakonigei finally completed the paperwork and assured her newest customers that their orders would be out as soon as possible. "I got a spa package. I think it will be nice to be pampered for a day, don't you?"

“I do. We can go whenever you like.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “They loved your artwork Asa.”

"This was... this was fun." Asakonigei sighed as she placed her hand on top of his. "I think it was good to have a little deviation from the everyday routine, yeah?"

“Indeed. I want to point out two things to you. Justice...” Klinge pointed at Asakonigei’s family. They jokingly told her that they’d have to see if they could see her or not due to their own orders. They looked so proud of her.

“We’ll be having dinner with them tonight. You brought pride to the best smithing family in Hyrule. And, well, revenge.” He pointed to Mojag. He did not look or sound happy.

"I'm glad I could put him in his place, but..." Asakonigei glanced at Mojag and then looked up at her family in the stands and waved to her cousins and uncles. "I think I like this view better."

Klinge nodded in agreement. A darker desire in him wanted to see the humiliation from Mojag further, but his heart told him that there was more than enough vengeance granted. He was best suited to follow his lover and support her at Asakonigei’s side. “Then let’s go celebrate.”