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The final chapter of my self-indulgent kiss fic! Wrapping up the story and having the four partners interacting with each other - just a quick fun ending (⺣◡⺣)♡* Below is the chapters in order.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - Intro

Chapter 2 - Mirage

Chapter 3 - Octane

Chapter 4 - Caustic

Chapter 5 - Ending (You are here!)

Chapter 5 below the cut!

Octavio was certainly the most entertained by the circumstances - laughing to himself. He stifled it slightly to speak, "Now I feel el tonto for being so nervous about it. I mean, I still am, but-"

"You? Nervous?" Alexander spoke with amusement, "I never thought I'd see the day."

"Ohh," Octavio scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes, "Sabes lo qué quiero decir. Look, just entertain me this idea."

He put his hand onto the center of the table, palm facing up. Elliott made a small laugh and looked across the table to Octavio, brow raised in bemusement.

Octavio found that he became just slightly flushed. He made a "Psh" noise and shrugged his shoulders - his confident little smile still plastered on his face. "C'mon. Mis manos son suaves," he teased, ending his sentence on a sing-song-like purr.

There was hesitation between the rest of them on behalf of partaking in whatever this meant for Octavio, but Blóð ultimately gave in and put their hand atop of his - their palms touching.

"Yeah, like that," Octavio hummed. He looked to Alexander and Elliott and tilted his head towards his and Blóð's hands, "Your turn. We don't bite - honest, cielitos."

The term of endearment came oddly comfortable out of Octavio's mouth, and while the intricacies of their multi-amorous relationship was something they'd all like to explore, they put it on the back burner to discuss later. In any case, Elliott nor Alexander minded - to their own surprise.

Elliott was next to give in to the becoming hand-pile. Upon putting his hand down, he snorted and looked to the scientist - everyone at the table already being able to tell by the look on Elliott's face that he was about to humour them;

"Huh. Would you look at that, Nox - I guess they don't bite."

Alexander made a subtle groan at the joke - Elliott finding the response a success in his book. He considered it a bigger success when it seemed to convince the man to put his hand on top of the pile.

They kept quiet for a moment, expecting Octavio to say something - though Blóð made a small exhale from their nose, and proceeded to laugh to themselves quietly.

"It feels like we're cr'reating a pact, Octavio."

Their words made Elliott burst into a quick laugh and turn his head away, while Alexander cracked a small smile. Octavio attempted to defend his reasoning for doing this, but breathy chortles came between his words, "What-? No- that's not what I was going for at all! I thought it'd be romantic or something!"

Elliott turned his head back to Octavio, "Hey, I'll give credit where it's due - it was an attem- it was an att- a- it was a good try."

Octavio made a snort. "Yeah, yeah."

"Besides - I think we actually went by hand size on accident, here," Elliott pointed out - and when he was met with confused looks, he nodded towards the pile and started to bring his hand out. "I mean, see? Smallest to largest. Isn't that kinda' funny?"

The other three disassembled, and in curiosity, they all looked at one another's hands to see of he was right. And he was - they did in fact accidentally make the pile from smallest to largest, from Octavio to Blóð to Elliott and to Alexander.

Blóð wouldn't say it, in hopes that they weren't the only ones who were thinking it, but even if it was accidental it was rather cute. They smiled to themselves before making another small laugh and looking away, thinking about something. They expressed this thought after curbing their amusement, "..It's interesting, isn't it? I'd never think such an incr'redible amount could change in a week."

It was true, how much had changed between them - just yesterday, they had all come together by chance, and explained the new state of their relationship. The day before that, from word-of-mouth, Alexander and Blóð had apparently figured things out after the game. The day before that, both Elliott and Octavio respectively figured things out themselves. It was Thursday now, and to think that only a couple of days beyond an entire week of uncertainty brought them to this point.

Blóð had left their hand on the table. They were brought out of their thoughts when they felt their hand being touched - bringing their gaze back to be met with all of their hands together again.

It merely consisted of tentative, tender touches with one another's fingertips, but it was just as doting and desirable as holding hands - even if they were still figuring out how to express themselves all together like this.

Octavio, fingers rubbing the back of Blóð's hand, tilted his head and nodded upstairs, "We should go to your room! I know the others know now, pero I want some privacy still."

Blóð smiled and rose a brow, questioning him with a "Ohh, is there anything you need pr'rivacy for?" in reference to the joke he had made when they stayed together in his room.

Octavio made another "Psh" noise, laughing as he shook his head and proceeded to stand up.

It was weirdly exciting, this - nerve-wracking, sure, but Blóð tried not to think about that part.

As they unlocked their dorm, the other three standing beside them as they waited, by the luck of the Gods someone of course had to leave their room.

Wattson, or rather, Natalie, walked out of her room and closed the door behind her - stopping in her tracks of walking down the hall when she noticed all four of them. She looked them up and down, surprise painting her face, and in the midst of the quartet finding something to explain themselves (because admittedly, this looked awfully incriminating of one thing or another), she began to speak.

"Oh! Je suis désolé - I was just 'eading out. I can tell the others to not bother you for a while, if you want-"

"That's- not necessary," Alexander quickly assured - the awkwardness amplified given who he was having to explain himself to.

Natalie furrowed her brows a little in confusion, before nodding and continuing to make her way towards the stairs - passing them by. Before she completely left, however, she leaned to the side a bit as she stood on a step and questioned lightly, "Êtes-vous sûr?"

Elliott saved Alexander from any further discomfort, nodding and promising to Natalie that "We're sure, thanks. Thanks for uh- looking out, though. Make sure to tell you if we do-"

He was met with a subtle double elbow-jab from both Silva and Nox.

Natalie nodded and waved goodbye, "If you're sure. Bonne journée!"

They all waved Natalie goodbye.

Octavio broke the momentary silence with a small chuckle, looking to the others with a shrug, "Hey, we know who'll look out for us now."

Alexander quickly shut that sentiment down, "Absolutely not."

Octavio continued to laugh while Blóð pushed open the door and invited them in.

It wasn't planned, keeping one another company for the entirety of the afternoon - eventually seeping into the night. Talking about one another, coaxing out the details of how they confessed, Artur occasionally making noise through a series of clicks and caws through his cage (to which the trio of men learned that Ravens can imitate human speech), and shy attempts at hand touching or gazing at one another filled the majority of their time.

It became long past midnight before any of them knew it. When Elliott failed to curb a yawn, Blóð had suggested they call it a night - but Elliott's mid-yawn "Why don't we just sleep in here?" was enticing, to say the least.

Ere long, the four found themselves in the hunter's bed - underneath a thick and comfy fur blanket, as well as in a tangle of arms and legs. Octavio had no issues lying across the three others, head resting between Blóð and Alexander's shoulders. Blóð, underneath Octavio, lie between Elliott and Alexander - unsure of how to carry themselves in this sort of profuse intimacy. The issue of getting comfortable enough to sleep was also apparent, some shifting and laughs when someone bumped someone else taking place before they finally settled in.

Turned slightly on their side, facing Elliott just a bit more, Blóð found solace in the way Alexander held them from the side - his head resting above their's and the hunter holding the hand he set on their waist. Blóð's other hand was occupied, as it was being held by Elliott, who's face kept snuggled in the crook of their neck. Octavio seemed to find no trouble adjusting, as his head now layed on Blóð's chest and his arms outstretched to lie across Elliott and Alexander's bodies.

The lull of sleep blanketed them shortly. Amongst the crowded sheets and warmth of bodies, the feeling of each other's chests rising and falling as they breathed, there was a sense of completion that hadn't been filled until now - a sense of security.

Everything'll be alright.

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Ryan Coogler’s Creed, the 2015 film that unexpectedly made the Rocky franchise great again, worked so well because it knew exactly when to celebrate and when to subvert the Rocky formula.

Casting the great star-in-the-making Michael B. Jordan as Adonis “Donnie” Johnson, the son of Rocky’s Apollo Creed — whom the heavyweight champ Rocky Balboa got his million-to-one shot against in the 1976 original, before the two became friends in later films — was a smart way to replicate Rocky’s rise-and-fall-of-a-boxer story arc. It also allowed Creed to shed the weird detritus that the Rocky franchise had accumulated over the previous four decades (like that robot).

And as if that wasn’t enough, Coogler made the world aware of how great Tessa Thompson (who plays the film’s love interest) is and gave Sylvester Stallone (Rocky himself) his best role since the 1990s — while simultaneously announcing himself as one of the most promising directors of his generation. He shot Creed’s fight sequences with a balletic grace, and imbued the film’s interpersonal scenes with just as much heart and heft (before delivering on his potential with the impressive follow-up project of 2018’s absolutely massive hit Black Panther).

What makes Creed II just a little disappointing, then, is the way it simply becomes another Rocky movie. Where the first film meditated on the legacies that black fathers leave for their sons, on the notions of aging and mortality, and on what it means to build a name for yourself that distinguishes you from your parents, the second film is mostly concerned with who wins boxing matches. It pillages Rocky history wholesale, becoming a kind of remix of two of the other movies in the franchise.

And yet … the reason there are so many Rocky movies is that their base formula still works. Creed II might not be the near-perfect movie its predecessor was, but it’s still pretty good. Let’s examine the recipe that went into making this film.

Donnie and Bianca have a child, thus batting for the Rocky II cycle. MGM

If you know anything about the plot of Creed II — and the Rocky franchise in general — you’ll probably expect the film to follow in the footsteps of Rocky IV. And it does, pitting Donnie against the son of Ivan Drago, the man who killed Apollo. (We’ll get into this plot point in more detail in just a moment.)

But what holds Creed II together isn’t the conflict with Drago. Instead, it’s Donnie’s attempt to figure out what his life might look like without boxing. He and Bianca (Thompson) get engaged. They discover she’s pregnant. They move to Los Angeles to be closer to his mom (the great Phylicia Rashad). And when Donnie encounters a setback that makes him hesitant to return to the ring, the movie enters a surprisingly powerful stretch that just lets Jordan work through his emotions, trying to process the traumatic things that have happened to him.

It’s a reminder that this franchise has always been at its best when it pairs smaller-scale stories of its characters just trying to live their lives with the spectacle of the big boxing matches. It’s also a welcome chance to give Thompson and Rashad more to do than Creed offered — accounting for Creed II’s one unambiguous improvement over the original film.

But astute Rocky scholars will recognize this story as largely a soft reboot of the plot of Rocky II (one of the less discussed Rocky sequels, perhaps because it doesn’t feature a memorable “villain”). Like Rocky II, Creed II replaces a great director (Coogler on Creed; John Avildsen on Rocky) with a serviceable one (Steven Caple Jr. here; Stallone himself on Rocky II), and it compensates for a retread of a story with ever grander mythmaking. (At one point, Donnie retreats to the desert for a massive training montage that asks, “You already know Michael B. Jordan is buff. But what if he were more buff?”)

Even in the particulars of their plots, Creed II and Rocky II have a lot in common: the main character having to step away from boxing for a long time before finally dragging himself back to the ring for the climactic rematch; the coupling up; the baby being born.

And just like Rocky II, Creed II is a pretty good follow-up to a great predecessor.

The Dragos come to Philly. MGM

But, okay, there’s a lot of Rocky IV in this movie!

By far the most ridiculous of the Rocky films, Rocky IV sends the mumblemouthed boxer into the Soviet Union to avenge the death of Apollo, who died in a match against Ivan Drago, the Russian monolith of a man played by Dolph Lundgren. Rocky was Apollo’s trainer and failed to call the fight when he saw his boxer was ailing, so it’s a mission of both redemption and revenge. By the end of the film, Rocky has more or less won the Cold War.

Rocky IV is kind of awesome, in that cheesy ’80s way, but its tone could not be more different from the more realistic tone of the Creed movies. So the choice to incorporate Drago, his son Viktor, and a vision of post-Soviet Russia that mostly seems drawn from watching ’80s movies feels like a dangerous gamble on the part of Creed II screenwriters Stallone and Juel Taylor.

What saves this story from feeling like a total misfire is the script’s willingness to scramble your emotional investment. The Dragos were completely tossed out of Russian society and have had to live a hardscrabble life on the fringes of that world; Viktor is a massive wall of a man because it’s the only thing he knows how to be. (In contrast, Donnie had some degree of economic security once he learned who his father was.)

Don’t get me wrong. Neither Caple nor Creed II’s screenwriters seem to realize just how sympathetic they’ve made the Dragos, especially in a climactic fight that hinges on the relationship between father and son in a way that doesn’t wholly work. And pivoting from the intimacy of Creed to a generation-spanning family epic straight out of a potboiler novel is just a weird call all around. (So is the way Ivan keeps saying variations on “break him,” because everybody remembers him saying “I must break you” in Rocky IV.) But it could have been worse.

Stallone and Jordan still have potent chemistry. MGM

One reason Creed II manages to avoid totally losing itself in Rocky lore is simple: It’s still rooted in a movie that took its characters and their emotional complexities seriously. The sequel struggles to find anything for Rocky to do that’s as compelling as what he experienced in Creed, but it can still coast on the power of Stallone’s cragged face, tumbling off his skull like rocks from a mountain.

Similarly, there’s really no good reason for Creed II to busy itself with a brief conflict between Donnie and Rocky that seems to exist just to make the movie longer, but Jordan and Stallone built up such goodwill with Creed that I accepted it until I realized it was simply marking time. The sequel clearly recognizes how potent the chemistry between Jordan and Thompson is, and goes all in on it.

There are worrying signs in Creed II that a potential Creed III might abandon any semblance of ties to our reality, and its inability to meaningfully connect a story where Donnie becomes a father to the preceding film where he struggled under the burden of never knowing his own is a touch surprising.

And that’s to say nothing of Caple, who films Creed II’s fight scenes with a blunt, visceral quality that appeals but makes most of the movie’s smaller scenes feel a little perfunctory, as if he were checking shots off a list. Particularly egregious in this regard is a scene where Donnie’s mother figures out that Bianca is pregnant before she does, after his mom simply says that Bianca looks pregnant, even though we never see a hint of why she might think so. (Caple even botches a great little bit of physical comedy from Thompson that closes the scene!)

But I really loved Creed, and just enough of that movie’s spark carried over to its sequel to keep me invested.

In the end, what most prevents Creed II from being better is the way everything that happens in the Rocky universe primarily concerns the same handful of families — to the degree that when Donnie needs a new trainer in LA (after Rocky stays behind in Philly), he hires the son of Apollo’s old trainer. It’s ludicrous!

And it makes the movie feel a little like one of those primetime TV soap operas that indulge in wild fancies in the name of entertaining us. There are a couple of scenes involving the Drago family saga that made me howl, and their silliness felt half-intentional on the part of Creed II’s filmmakers, like they were daring the audience to take the scenes seriously because they knew how ridiculous it was.

This kind of hurts the movie’s attempt to establish the identity of the Creed franchise as something distinct from the Rocky franchise. But hey, even the stupidest Rocky movies are a lot of fun.

Gotta have a montage. MGM

The little-seen, not-that-bad 2006 Rocky Balboa — in which Rocky hauls himself back into the ring because the TV all but dares him to, while examining his relationship with his son (Milo Ventimiglia) — was not a movie whose themes I expected to ever appear in the Creed franchise. But there it is, winking at you in a handful of scenes, prodding you to wonder if Ventimiglia might take a day off from This Is Us to film a quick cameo.

I won’t reveal whether he did, but this tiny leavening agent is what ultimately reveals that Creed II’s heart is always in the right place, even when its brain isn’t. It’s a movie about how families are complicated legacies of their own, long continuations of stories we don’t always understand or appreciate as we’re living them, and how sometimes, time runs out unexpectedly. It is, in its own, weird way, a great Thanksgiving movie.

Creed II is playing in theaters everywhere.

Original Source -> Creed II is no Creed. But it’s a pretty good Rocky sequel.

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