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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year

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the band-aid to my wounds

Older!Eddie Munson x naive!Fem!reader - eventual twins Steve Harrington x reader x Kurt Kunckle series| pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3.. TBC

Summary: After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

warnings: talks of cheating, abuse, angst, slight stockholm syndrome at a glance, anxiety, childhood trauma, parent problems; daddy issues, eventual smut, cursing, drinking, smoking, perviness, slight dub-con, miscommunications, blood mention

word count: idk? 1.5k?

previously: 'your stomach knots when he calls you sweetheart.

okay maybe he harmless, just very kindly harmless?

"Here" he throws his arm out, "I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson."

You look down at his hands

rings.

Looking back up at him with a tight lipped smile, taking his hand to shake it aggressively, "y/n."

"Wow y/n, gotta grip there, im assuming somebody properly taught you to shake hands with a someone?"

what?

how did he know that

its probably a common thing to be taught

"Uh yeah thanks.. my dad actually taught me, said it would make me look knowledgeable at job interviews"

He chuckles throwing his head back slightly, "well i dont know about that but definitely does look impressive to some"

I nod not knowing what to say

my stomach growls loudly

he looks down with wide eyes

"Sheesh, are ya in the mood for some breakfast? We actually made quite a lot of and have left overs i can rewarm for ya--

"whos we?"

He smiles softly "Here" -he walks to the door frame turning back to say," ill introduce you to my farm workin family"

family? ok.. that makes me feel a little better to know im not alone

"Sure" i say walking out of the bedroom door with him

getting to the bottom of the stairs--

damn i was carried up these things?

Spotting a blond and a read head; why are they dressed the same?

probably like close or something, ive done that with my best friend

Eddies voice breaking you from your thoughts

"So.. y/n this is Chrissy and Sarah.”

"Hi.." I say quietly but still politely

"Wow! the blonde says getting up to touch my hair; I flinch slightly but let her continue."Your hair looks so soft.. its full too, Sarah come feel-

Now watching the red head scoot on over to me, also having a feel of my hair "oh yeah, your hair reminds me of my mamas, it was also so healthy like this-

"Oh, where is she ? you ask

"She left me."

I swallow automatically feeling horrible "o-oh, im sorry about that

"Eh, that's okay Sarah says surprisingly not sad, " I found a better family being here on the farm"

"wait what do you--

I get interrupted.

At the corner of your eyes, hearing a new male voice, spotting him

damn whos that?

ive never seen such hair on a dude that looks so.. healthy?

"Steve!!" Chrissy yells making you jump ,"come feel y/ns hair its just bout as soft as yours, if not softer"

you look at her with wide eyes saying "Oh thats ok"-

by the time you’ve finished your sentence Steves making it all the way over to you

"Ooh this is soft, very very soft actually."

you look up to him immediately taking in his features

moles, pretty eyes…wow his hair does look good.. i kinda wanna touch it--

NO! dumbass

snapping out of it, you hear steves voice again but his mouths not moving

am i having a stroke?

“Kurt, Kurtie come meet y/n”

who the hell is kur—

I look over seeing the same face as Steve’s

oh fuck theres another one?

“Hi y/n im Kurt, Steves twin brother”, he grabs your hand to shake and you’re just standing there with amazement not replying

he looks.. the exact same as Steve but something is different..

his hair.. a bit more flat..unwashed maybe?

damn he looks good though

feeling a hand graze your back, forgetting to breathe

“Miss y/n ya feelin alright?”

It’s Eddies voice, and hand that clears your head

“ Oh..uh yeah, sorry guess I was a bit stunned to see that uh Kurt? and Steve look exactly alike” I say slightly chuckling and finally turning around to look at Eddie

shit

its much brighter in here

Eddie. so this is what he looks like

his hair in a low ponytail, tanktop covefred by a flannel..tattoos? dirty overalls and are those buny slippers?

he catches your gaze to the floor and the confusion on you face

he laughs. “Oh these are Chrissy’s bedroom shoes, havent put my boots on yet and our dog chewed mine all to hell” he smiles widely

looking back at him, “Oh no it looks fine to me..”

you melt at the warmth of his smile

are those dimples. damnit thats my weakness

“ I got your food warmed up for you”

“oh cool, t-thank you” i say following him to the kitchen table, i turn back to give a slight wave to rest of the house then back to following Eddie

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“She seems nice, dosent she? Sarah says outloud

“Yeah and so pretty too, kinda jelous of her hair” Chrissy states

“Now dear—, Kurt starts “you know jelously is never good for the heart”

“ I know” Chrissy says “i dont mean it as a bad thing..its like i want her hair type of thing i promise and besides, Steve you felt her hair, its soft like yours wouldnt ya say?”

“Yes, its real soft honey” he replies licking his lips as he looks in your direction from the livingroom. “..real soft he mumbles to himself heading to the sink

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After sitting down to with Eddie looking down at my plate theres a biscuit, eggs, bacon and fresh cut fruit

“Looks good” i say glacing at him with a small smile

“Thanks” he grins, watching you eat lookin around to see if anyones around

“Now i wont push, but do you wanna tell me why and how i found you in my barn asleep?”

I swallow hard on my strawbeery a bit too harshly coughing, grabbig the water that was also placed on the table, sipping it

clearing your throat looking nervously. he notices.

“Its okay, i wont tell the others if you would like this to be private.. but it is my farm and i just need to know whata young lady like you was cuddling up in my barn

nodding understaningly “yeah no, i totally understand, a few miles after walking”—

—“you walked here?” he asks worried

“Yeah, it was fine ive walked in the dark plenty of times. It doesn’t scare me” he nods for you to continue. “Me and my probably now ex boyfried got into a big fight, found out he cheated he called me crazy when the proof was physically all over his neck,—“ you dont notice you’re just rambiling now—

—and he wanted to be a dick and leave me on the street and just.. left! can you belive that shit..asshole”

—oh shit sorry” i cover my mouth

“Thats okat sweetheart i cuss all the time”

theres that gut wrenching twist from that name again.

“Uh, may i ask, you said "probably" broke up? are you not certain?”

“Oh no i am, i dont stay with cheaters no matter how long we’ve been together”

“ And how long is that?”

“6 years..”

his eyes widen and shakes his head dissaprovingly, “Thats alot time hun, I am sorry about that”

“Eh, his actions over the years start to make sense to me now.. its honestly not surprising he did cheat..makes me wonder how many times he truly has..” you say pushing your food around shrugging

“Eddie reaches over placing his hand over yours soothingly, catching your line

I get chills from the warmth and rough feeling of his hand, finally looking at his face in full—

how did i not see those before? asking myself

his..his eyes their so beauifu—

“Hey yn/!”

both Eddie and you separate hands, jumping back at Chrissy’s sudden surpise

“Y-yes?” you say slighlty annoyed

i kinda miss the warmth of his hand

bitch, calm down you have a boyfeind

no the fuck i dont

“What can i do for you Chrissy?”

“..well, i wanted to ask if you could braid?” she say sitting down at the table beside you

“Yeah, i can why do you ask?”

she sighs, “nobody in the house knows how to braid but Eddie, and his dry hands yank my baby hairs too much”—

“Hey! its not my fault” Eddie interjects

“ I gave you lotion for it ya know”

“Yeah you did, and i keep forgetting to use it” you chuckle causing them both to smile at each other and then at you

“was wondering when you’re done and if you wouldn’t mind..if you could braid my hair?”

i mean.. shes harmless its just hair

“Yes, I was just finsihing up anyways”

“Chris? what do we say when we ask for somethig?” Eddie arches his brow at her

“Sorry.. please?”

your eyes slighly scrunch, “thats okay I was going to anyways” i say back to Eddie

“ I know hun, just know its good to have manners is all” I nod at is reply turning to braid the back of her hair, seeing Eddie at the corner of your eye, to take your cleared plate. you stop him

“Oh i could have taken that for you “ saying looking up at him walk to the kicten

“Thats alright, i was headed this way anyway” he says winking at you before clearing the room

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Walking back to the sink Eddie spots the twins, emptying your plate turning to make conversation. “So what do you think Ed?” Steve asks “Yeah, whats your thoughs on y/n?” Kurt adds—“she looks nice,—and very sweet too” Steve says looking at Eddie, then all 3 of them look back at you, admirng you braid Chrissy’s hair

“Yeah, she is a sweet one isn’t she?” real..sweet thinks Eddie snapping out of stare

“Hey, aren’t yall suppsoed to be rollin them hay bells we got extra from Rick yesterday, its gonna storm I’m pretty sure, and i dont need them gettin all soggy”

Both Kurt and Steve groan, nodding heading out the door grabbing their hats on their way out.

After finishing Chrissy’s hair and her thankinng you with a hug, skipping out, I make my way over to the kitchen spotting a phone, then Eddie beside it,

“Can i use your phone?, I think it was about time i get out of your hair and find a way home”

“Sure darlin, but it may not work, the service out here is very poor”

you nod and he moves letting you continue with your task

dialing the only person you can think to call.

fuck.

Ashton.

1 dial, 2 dial, 3 times trying his phone you exhale agitated

maybe he can take me home?

“Mr. Eddie?”

going to find where he went seeing him standing and turning up the weather channel hearing:

Today the forcast shows severe thunderstorms and hail later today at 2pm–

I glance at the clock on the wall reading 1:55pm

shit

-and 2 tornado watches. There hasn’t been a tornado in Hawkins in 6 years, the dry weather must be causing this it. the woman jokes on the televishon, while you trun around to go look outside at the clouds.

Eddie watches and follows along, trying not to scare you, walking out of the backdoor also

“By the looks on your face im assuming nobody answered huh?”

“hm? looking back from the sky to him, —“oh no.. he didn’t of course he didn’t, prick i utter.

“ I’m assuming your ex boyfriend?”

“Ashton yeah, called 3 times probably out fucking another whore” you say spit vomiting cuss words

“Gosh, sorry! I know i have anasty mouth”

his cheeks flush at your statement, “no, its quite alright sweetheart , im not judging you”

you nod giving a tight lipped smile, looking at the ground not knowing what do now—

“ I can try and take ya home? you have anyone else who can”—

interrupting him, knowing hes probably talking about your parents

—“my parents? yeah no thats a joke..”

He comes up closer with a hand on your shoudler, which you eye subtlely “May i ask what happend with them? if you dont mind?”

“Its fine, my dads an abusive drunk and my step mom.. shes every bad word I could think of right now”—

“Wheres your real mom?”

damn so may questions

you shift your eyes uncomfortably he notices hes gone too far

“ I-im sorry, I keep just a nit picking arent i..?”

“No, its a funny story..shes actually married to my boyfriends father”

“Oh” he says in actual shock

“ I know right” reading his face. “ it’s a crazy story, maybe another time”—

so you want another time too? He thinks

—“and by looks at the sky”—

both jumping at the sound of rumbled thunder and instant rain and hail falling out if th sky

“Jesus Christ!”

I hear from afar turing to see both Steve and Kurt holing ass back to the house with soaked shirts

oh god

making way for them to get inside along with Eddie and you—

“Well.. sorry miss y/n i dont think its too safe to attempt to drive you home right now”

my heart pangs with a odd feeling. “Thats alright its safer to wait, right?”

“..Right, welp, just you make yourself at home until then and let me know if you need anything okay sweetheart?”

“Y-yes, I will thank you mr Eddie”

“Just Eddie” he smiles at the name walking off, leaving you here standing by yourself, taking in a real look at the house, spotting the girls, choosing to go take a seat with them on the couch

what the hell am i supposed to do!?

arguing with myself glancing to the right, spotting the twins with Eddie working on some door frame; catching him smile deeply at you

I gulp giving him a quick smile then turning my attention back to whatever’s on the tv screen, in silence.

Reblogs appreciated :>

#older!eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #steve harrington x reader #the band aid to my scars #kurt kunkle x reader #stockholm syndrome #daddy!eddie munson #daddy issues #naive reader #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie x reader #kurtsworld96 #joseph quinn #joe keery #perv!eddie munson #dilf!eddie munson #perv!steve harrington #tw abandonment #chrissy cunningham

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by-glass-and-waves · 7 months

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So I may have decided to do some work on a 19th century AU ha ha ha sorry pls let me know if anyone else has already claimed it for themselves

And hilariously, it is an AU based on Restart, so it'll have Allani and her banter with Narinder. At least I hope it'd be good banter.

So think Pride and Prejudice vibes but Cult of the Lamb

And it might be because I watched the movie Emma. And because it was the time of the year to watch Pride and Prejudice, and Sense and Sensibility.

Bishops: Royal family of the Lands of the Old Faith, each sibling has a title

Shamura: the ruler, obvs

Narinder: doesn't flex his title or royal family status and just wants to do his own thing, which gets him estranged from the others because they see him as shirking his duties. He's only on good terms with Leshy and they visit each other on occasion, causing rumors that they're conspiring against Shamura

Ratau: mayor, retired military officer, owns a shipping company with Ratoo

Ratoo: retired naval officer, usually out on voyages with The Goods™, not sure if I'd have his fiancée lost to sea/drowning incident or have her in town because they deserve a happy ending

Baal and Aym: learning magic and combat from Ratau (and sometimes Ratoo when he pops up)

Forneus: owner of the local inn

Lamb (I'll be honest, it's Allani from Restart): adopted daughter of Ratau, he found her during a campaign in which her hometown was razed, there were a few other survivors who joined his town, also learning how to magic and combat from Ratau

Hauron: another survivor and adopted son of Ratau, super protective cousin of Allani

Rakshasha and the missus: work in Forneus' kitchen? Or should they work in Narinder's kitchen idk

Plimbo: another employee of Ratau and Ratoo, always complaining about his MIL visiting him and his wife every other week

Midas: that guy who owns super decked out place and has parties all the time, and MAYBE some out-of-towners go missing after, and MAYBE he has a few new sculptures in their likenesses after, but no one asks questions

So Narinder might be this mysterious gentleman who just moved into the big house down the street, whatever, no big deal, sounds like he's been Ratau and Ratoo's benefactor and is finally showing his face etc.

Narinder comes by to discuss business matters with the Rat brothers when she runs into him and goes "excuse me you aren't even gonna apologize?" when he acts all "ugh you messed up my coat"

Meanwhile Ratau in the background shaking his head and silently mouthing "NO STOP"

Narinder decides he does need some employees to care for his home and hires Allani, Hauron, the Twins, and other townspeople

Cue verbal sparring as Allani challenges the fuck out of Narinder and his life choices or something while he thinks he can whittle her down

Hauron is super overprotective, is like "I don't like that rich character" and tries to set her up with other townspeople/whoever, much to her annoyance, Narinder's entertainment, and eventually, his growing jealousy

Especially like "also he's of a higher standing than we are, it's foolish to think that you'd have a chance with him or that he'd have genuine affection for you, sorry fam but he'd def want to marry into similar status because $" not knowing he's got the royal family's wallet in his pocket

Shamura and family still care for him, it's just most of them think he's an idiot for just wanting to fuck around and not be responsible and will happily welcome him back once he decides he does want to do his duties

I can't wait for interactions like this:

Leshy: I heard you have a maid gf

Narinder: spits out camellia tea

Allani: pours more tea on Narinder in shock while yelling at Leshy EXCUSE ME?

Also something I'm toying with rn

I wonder if Narinder should use another name because not everyone knows or needs to know he's royalty. Would be fun to use names for the afterlife/death deities. Asphodel, Akert, Amenthes, Mitnal, Kur, whatever else. Leaning on Asphodel or Amenthes.

But yeah I'm just gonna add it to my belt of oops stories/AUs

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl au #cotl 19th century au #cult of the lamb au #au of an au #what is wrong with my life #Forgive me for I have sinned #Truly I am a fool

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biggsodorcitystories · 9 months

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Tiny Teenage Tank Engines

Bill, Ben and Nia

The tank engine twins, Bill and Ben Moran, became good friends with Nia Kur, the new tank engine from Africa, since the events of "Hunt the Truck." Nia is now one of the lucky few that the twins spare from their pranks.

But the three engines are now teenagers (Nia is thirteen, while the twins are fourteen), and the hormones have been unleashed. Ben seems blissfully unaffected, but the same cannot be said for his brother and Nia...

#ttte #biggsodorcitystories #ttte humanized #bscs rambling #bscs art #ttte nia #ttte bill #ttte ben #ttte bill and ben #ttte bill x nia #tank engine twins #teenage tank engines #first crush #in my au ben is actually gay #send thoughts and prayers to edward right now

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blackcur-rants · 6 months

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What if “She-Ra and the Princesses of Power” was a novel and had an epilogue?

There was much rejoicing all across the lands and the realms of Etheria in celebration of Emperor Anillis Kur’s final destruction. From Bright Moon to Green Arbour, the peoples of that world called out with joy and triumph to celebrate their liberation from the great tyranny of the Lord of Aegyssa. For no longer would the long and terrible shadow of that pale and horrid Emperor loom over them or any other people or populace.

In the land of Plumeria, every city and every village rang the Chimes of Victory that had lain sad and silent since the days when Lord Hordak had first settled himself in Horror Hall. Queen Perfuma II declared the first Day of High Jubilation her people had seen in five-and-twenty years as the farms of her lands produced the finest fruits they had borne since the days of Queen Anthelia’s foundation of this realm. And the Queen called for all of high and low estate to come and stay with her in Rosenholt for a feast that lasted for five days and nights. And it was at the end of this festival that Perfuma II took as her bride and love Scorpia IV of Pinceria, now restored into her rightful duty as High Queen of the Scorpioni and Protector of Pinceria.

“Here’s hoping we have twins!” Scorpia cried out in a drunken stupor in front of every Princess on Etheria, resulting in fun and laughter for almost all of the rulers on the planet except for Frosta II of the Snows and Mermista III of Salineas.

For the Sea Queen still grieved for the loss of half her people at the hands of Hordak and the paws of Catra. Salineas was still a shadow of its former self, its temples and museums in worse ruins than the Titan’s Left Arm and all but a twentieth of its homes and houses left uninhabitable. Ethan the Sea Hawk called for his love to calm down and not call for the ritual drowning or scaphism of Izdubar and Eabani’s orphan daughter, but the Senate of Salineas declared that Catra would not be allowed within twenty miles of the Sea Gate for nine-and-twenty years without Lady Adora’s firmest supervision. And meanwhile, the child Queen Frosta II of the Snows could not forgive the mischievous cat girl for destroying the Princess Prom she had hoped to host for her entire short life. Catra had begged and begged for Frosta not to hold the Princess Prom against her, but it was to no avail, and Catra only barely managed to survive a perilous hockey game against a bunch of angry Frost Titans before Frosta would even look at her approvingly at the later Council Meetings.

Things in Dryl fared a little bit better. Hordak and Entrapta had taken to living as hermits in their mountain kingdom to escape the wrath of those who were still calling for their heads on a spit for what had happened in the Great War of 1003-1028. Hordak had taken to enjoying the technology of Dryl immensely, and it was he who was best at keeping records and managing the day to day running of a realm while his wife fiddled with her machines and her robots. Catra, Adora, Bow, and Glimmer had once had dinner with the monarchs of Dryl two years after Horde Prime’s Defeat, wherein Hordak and Bow had joked and bonded over their mutual love of technology and machinery only for an awkward silence to ensue once the subject of how they’d chosen to use their technological gifts they’d created for themselves. There were not many reunions between the former Supreme Leader of the Horde and the Best Friends of Bright Moon after that.

And Glimmer, of course, became Queen of Bright Moon as Glimmer IV. It was strange to think of how relatively short her mother’s reign had been considering the strange genetic mutation that had given both Angella III and her daughter immortality. The thought of outliving all those she loved grieved Glimmer immensely, and she found herself plagued by nightmares about the future.

“Glim, are you okay!?” Bow asked after the Queen woke up panting and screaming from yet another nightmare.

“I’m fine, Bow” Glimmer had answered, “Just another bad dream about bones and dust and hooded cloaks”.

Bow hugged her tight and did not let go for the rest of the night. She responded in kind for five nights in a row, but the only thing that could truly assuage her fears was the return of Catra and Adora into her life. The great heroine and her new love were happy to oblige their best friend, and there was a great celebration in the land of Bright Moon as soon as they arrived at the castle. Instead of a feast, however, there was simply a quiet meeting of reconciliation between friends torn apart by war and violence. And at the end of the evening, Glimmer made the firm announcement, repeated the next day in front of the public, that she and her found family would be leaving behind the Hidden Castle in the Glen where they had been concealed from the Horde since the death of Queen Luminesca the Great during the tragic end of the First Great Princess Alliance twenty years ago and returning to Bright Moon’s ancient capital city of Crystallium Adamantis by the end of the Winter Solstice. And there was much rejoicing in the Realm of Bright Moon at the rebirth of the long lost city which the Horde had destroyed so long ago. Every realm on Etheria vowed to pledge their money and resources to the rebuilding of Crystallium Adamantis, with even Queen Huntara of the Crimson Waste and Peekablue of Apiaria and the High Regent Rogelio of Pinceria (who ruled the former Fright Zone while Queen Scorpia was absent on official business or off gallivanting with her wife through flowery fields and forests) contributing to the Great Reconstruction. Frosta of the Snows contributed the finest crystals to light up the streets of the city and granite stone to reinforce its walls. Perfuma and Scorpia sent forth flowers to decorate the streets and vines to help with construction machines and two pets for Glimmer and Adora to cherish and nurture alongside Melog, a greyhound named Nathanoel and a cat named Molly. From Salineas came the finest marble and fountains to provide material and sustenance respectively to the workers and to the citizens. Even Pinceria contributed its finest crystals and fire liquid for the sake of the city’s growing infrastructure. Not one expense was spared as the city was reborn from its own ashes and into a brand new light and dawn.

And one day, as they sat together bathing in the sunlight in a field where the sound of the city’s rebuilding could still be heard going on in the distance like the cosmos’ most bass and percussion heavy orchestra, Catra turned her gaze to Adora’s beautiful face and looked at her with the kind of hard won love and admiration that could only come from long years apart in darkness and sorrow. For a while though, Catra did not want to gaze upon the object of her heart’s desire, for she felt unworthy of the love of someone so magnificent and so beautiful. For so long she had tried to destroy Adora, to obliterate the Great She-Ra from her life just so the aching in her soul could cease and she could sink into a passive, apathetic contentment of the kind she had briefly felt both as de facto leader of the Horde and when she was under the thrall of Horde Prime’s terrible hive mind…but that was not true happiness. That could not fill the void that Shadow Weaver had torn in her soul so long ago, or heal the wounds that life had cut into her heart. It was a kind of ‘happiness’ that more resembled silently slipping into quicksand while being too apathetic to resist its pull, not the true kind of bliss that comes from reaching out to love another soul with all your heart.

And with these thoughts, Catra began to weep profusely, her head buried in Adora’s chest as she begged silently for forgiveness and absolution. And yet Adora did not say a word, but merely stroked her love’s short brown fur and sang a lullaby of long ago that Glimmer had taught her to calm and soothe the woman whom she adored so much.

You're okay You're alright I'll never, ever leave your side I will stay and I will fight With you

Aah aah aah Aah aah aah

You're okay You're alright I'll stay here through the darkest night All the way, I will fight With you

We may not have sunshine, or starlight, or weather But we've got each other, and that's even better

You don't need the sun to keep you warm when you've got arms Wishes come from you and not a random shooting star We may not have storm clouds, but the sky's always blue

We've got something special here And what we have is you What we have is you What we have is you

And with that having been sung, Catra lifted her head from Adora’s chest and wiped her nose and let Adora pull her into a hug which she gladly reciprocated (though she still continued to weep rather profusely into Adora’s strong, broad shoulders as Adora continued to sing to her).

And as the two girls continued to hug each other as tightly as they could, Catra began to find herself overwhelmed by an emotion she had never truly felt before in her life, except mayhaps when she was a little newborn kitten during the tiny, precious sliver of eight months wherein she still had her fathers to love and cherish and nurture her before Shadow Weaver had killed both of them and taken her away to the pain and torment of the Horde. It was the love of a family, a love that Catra and Adora had not been given much of in their childhoods and for which they had been forced to tear and grab and scrape and stitch together out of the torn and broken pieces the universe had left them.

“It’s alright, my love” Adora said, “I’m here. He’s gone, she’s gone…neither of them can hurt us ever again”.

Catra smiled at that declaration of hope and reassurance and ceased her tears. For it was true. Horde Prime was dead and Shadow Weaver was gone, and both of them had been cast forever into the Oblivion that awaited all those who were wicked and cruel and mistreated their fellow beings. And Catra was free, and Adora was free, and all of Etheria was free. No longer would they live in cold and darkness, frightened of punishment and pain and desperately trying to hide themselves away in the shadows and corners of their minds. The scars would always stay on their souls, but at long last they had begun to heal and the hurt was weakened.

With that having been thought, Catra turned her face to the sky and Adora followed suit. Before them stretched an infinite universe of wonders and possibilities, filled with strange and beautiful creatures and worlds who were all living and hoping and dreaming in much the same way the peoples of Etheria were doing in their lives. One day, they would all hear the stories of the two heroines who had saved them all with their hard-won love, and even if they never sang hymns or praises to the glory of either Catra or Adora, Catra prayed that they would all be okay and safe and overthrowing any remaining Horde Clones who still oppressed or hurt them.

Right now though, Catra and Adora were just so, so happy.

“We'll have eight kittens, my beloved” Adora said, “and we will raise them all with the love and happiness that was denied to us and tell them stories of Etheria’s great and wonderful history and protect them from anyone who wants to hate or hurt them because of you”.

“Sounds great” Catra purred, “I bet you’re already thinking of names for them”.

“I am, my dearie” Adora chuckled.

Melog came to join his mistresses not long afterwards, curling himself contentedly on their laps as all three of them fell asleep dreaming of the wonderful stars.

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kariachi · 2 years

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Some fic to go with some ‘Ossys molt’ and the companion ‘Ossys as Earth natives made of Kur‘ concepts nix and I poked at a few days ago.

It’s not his fault. There��s a million things he’ll feel guilty about in his life, but nothing involving his molted actions. Maybe if the molts were new, or strange, but he’s gone through them twice a year since the day he’d hatched- already molted and trying his tiny best to fight his dam with territorial vigor (though not his twin, never his twin, they were a pair)- not counting the mess that had been he and Argit’s travels in the Null Void. The whole thing is old hat, a normal part of Ossy life that he can’t control, and so why tear himself up over it when he’s already supplied himself with more than enough ammunition.

Besides, he’d done everything he could to maintain safety procedures. He’d picked out a nice spot out in the middle of nowhere, where he wouldn’t have to worry about people wandering into prey range. He’d made sure it was stocked with plenty of food and loose animals. He’d given Argit the coordinates and how long he expected to be so he could come check on him, because what good was having a best friend you wouldn’t eat (out of less affection and more ‘the first time I gave up on hunting him before he ran out of quills’ but still) if you couldn’t put him to work. He’d even done his best to hide his birthday from the Tennysons so they wouldn’t be looking for him, and when they learned anyway had not only warned them off, but given them the wrong coordinates and a longer timeline as well. There was simply nothing, he knew from experience, he could’ve done to make things safer for everybody.

His mom had worried- because ever since he’d seemingly vanished off the face of the Earth she’d blamed his every tribulation on herself- specifically about him being found by poachers, but it isn’t something Kevin’s ever bothered concerning himself with. There isn’t a time he’s safer than when he’s molted.

He knows that from experience too.

So, when he sheds his molted hide for softer human skin again, the wildness of the shape sinking into his bones once more as things like morality and restraint creep back in, he doesn’t even try to get himself to feel bad. He remembers- of course he does, for all the Tennysons later will act like it was some other creature they were dealing with he’s still him, no matter what form he’s taken or the state of his mind- but there’s a detachment there that he might idly compare to the sort one feels for people who try to play with wild bear cubs.

Gwen, trying to push him back with blasts that are more food than anything in his molted shape as he pins her down and goes to rip open her torso.

Ben, as Diamondhead, coming to the rescue and suffering for it. Kevin is far more dangerous this way, and he’s winning handily until he collapses to an annoyingly familiar jolt of pain in his side.

Argit, chittering affectionately as he comes to, presenting a small cow he’s gotten from somewhere to make up for losing him his prey.

He takes advantage of those last long minutes in the in-between space, where he’s not quite one and not quite the other, to roll the memories over and consider his response to the inevitable questions. It’s a fool’s errand, he knows he’ll apologize to keep Gwen happy, keep his thoughts and memories to himself so they aren’t scared. Make himself small in a way that makes the beast in his bones snap and pace to keep the peace and companionship. But it’s a nice way to fill the space, to give his brain some practice as it rearranges itself back into something fit to deal with non-Ossys and non-Argits. All it is is talk anyway. He knows damn well he’s not to blame. They should’ve listened, shouldn’t have tracked him, they knew better, and he isn’t about to fault himself for their near-deadly mistakes.

They can’t make him.

#fanfic #gwen: you tried to rip out and eat my organs!#kevin internally: yeah and you're lucky argit saved you asses 'cause you would've been delicious #kevin externally: sorry about that babe i'm not really in control of myself when i molt- it's an ossy thing

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drewsaturday · 8 months

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(this is from 8 years ago)

i totally forgot i took my zak's twin oc and completely revamped her to be like... not anything remotely similar to her original concept beyond the kur-adjacent entity that reincarnated into her.

it's a mess but i had some hold-out civilization hidden in some jungle with the sole purpose of providing bodies for that entity to reincarnate into over time until kur would return and they'd have to battle lmfao.

#tss tag #man i really need to like.#actually learn how to do poses someday bc my art still looks too close to this for comfort #ANYWAY i cant find my art of her #but i had another oc whose mom was an archaeologist who found that civ and stayed there #and her daughter grew up with the oc pictured and they lesbianed when they were older #that's what i was looking for in the first place bc i remembered how i used to not even draw fingers #like it'd just leave the hand without fingers.#and i remembered one of those was an instance where i did that but i found this instead

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brandonwayneb · 11 months

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War 'Word Play'

Tele Winker

Tell Ele She Won Cup

Tele Ava

Tele Win Kur

Tele Won Ka

JFK

NIXON

Free May Zen

Quadrant Quad Ra Pull

Quad Driadd Pet

Vogue Dragon+

RED+

Nation under "HER CURE ELITES"

Elitists in verbal cues

Verbal Cues.

Rapture USA

Rapture ENGLAND

Geezer Ceezer Weezer

Burger Barn, usa ten

Sausage Pot, engoolish

I love Lucy

Furby+

Silver Layers

Tell Ele She Won Cup

Cupids Arrow

skin factory sky news pizza

skin factory sky news apple

energy savior "sausage mage burger"

Figaro Figaro

Simon Says Frog

ESPN GARY GARFIELD

Esp, SPECIAL EDUCATION

ASSASSINATIONS

UNITED STATES "TELE WONK KA"

Snipers, Back Zippers

"Mary Gold Twins"

Agents who base their entire life off the responses of innocent victims under torment and Torrent verbal covert spellings

Corey, Ace+

Torey, Ace+

Brianna, Ace+

Brandon, Ace+

Skylore, Ace+

"Mary Gold Twins"

"Tele Wonk Ka"

"Quadra Petra"

Minimize english garbage,

"sage" "mage"

Magenta, Penta Cost

Lady's & Gentleman's

Rapture BURGER BARN

Rapture SAUSAGE POTSTICKERS

HERCULES+

Vogue Dragon+

Tortured Victims

TOYS R US

NECROM RAPTURE

GREEK ROMAN FREE MAY ZEN

PEN EYE COST TALL

MORMON

AUROMA THERAPY

EngGooLoss

Duck Duck Goose Mallard

FOUR SQUARED VICTIMS

"Tomato Boxing"

"Onion Eye Balls"

"Skin Factory CODE BLUE PURR"

Rapture United States,

BARN BURGERS ELMO

Rapture ENGLAND

EngGooseLoss Sausage Age Pots

Potato's & Tomatoes

"Blood Letters"

ATHLETICS ENGLISH EXTORTIONISTS

Athletics,

Athena

Jessica

Jacob

Jeremy Bell

Bell Low Pepper

Sarah Bell Hood Like Rom

Sarah Build Rail Pay

Sarah Bell L'ambiance Lambo

UP SAY "VOMA"

protect "VO"

protect "VA"

Convey+

Convoy+

Convalescent

victims under forced impressions

"Tele Wonka"

Human Traffickers

Linguists

Rapture, USA

Rapture, ENGLAND

Restore RED+

Irish+

Anyone+

SS+ Any

JFK

NIXON

#allah

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twingoapp · 1 year

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Për vajzat 20 apo 30 vjeçare kjo grua është e çmendur:

- Ajo lexon libra dhe nuk ka instagram.

- Ajo shet spinaq dhe s’shet pordhë me Range Rover

- Ajo harxhon kohën duke lexuar dhe jo te parukierja.

- Ajo shet në trotuar djersën, jo trupin.

- Ajo punon që mbesat të shkollohen dhe jo pinë hashash

- Ajo ka mendjen e saj të bukur, jo fytyrën prej silikoni.

Jeta e saj ishte një libër dramatik, ku nipat dhe mbesat e saj do grisin faqet për ti mbushur si kaush me fara….

Ajo po ikën nga kjo botë e trishtuar për farën e keqe që mbolli dhe u tha nga pluhrat dhe llumi ku jetojmë….

Ajo po largohet duke përlotur faqet e fundit të një libri që e deshte aq shumë …..

Ajo kujton me dhimbje kohët kur familja mblidhej dhe kushërinjtë festonin së bashku.

Ajo beson tek Zoti, mbesat e saj tek leku.

Ajo sot nuk është e sigurtë nëse fëmijët dhe nipat do kthehen nga Londra, Roma apo Berlini për ta varrosur kur të vdesë apo ata thjesht do hedhin një status në facebook që: “Nana vdiq”

Trishtim për këtë brez që po zhduket.🖤

(Twin GO, 9 Maj 2023)

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cirusthecitrus · 3 months

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Iliad? In my She-Ra cartoon? It's more likely than you think

Some of you may know that og Hordak and Prime (from the motu franchise) also have "normal" names. Sooo, you know how long it took my dumb ass to realize that Hec-Tor and Anillis are spelled and pronounced suspiciously similar to Hector and Achilles - u know, the heroes from Homer's Iliad??*

I have no idea if this lil trivia fact is an intentional reference or not or if this specific choice of characters is supposed to mean anything at all. But it means everything to ME

Because why Horde Prime of all people was given the name of a hero?? Why Hordak, his brother, was given the name of his enemy and his victim? And why do these names fit the 2018s versions of these characters so well?

!I'm not an expert in ancient literature or greek mythology/history or anything close so my knowledge and understanding of the Iliad and its characters is literaly on the surface level! I'm only making this post cause looking for parallels is fun c:

Horde Prime as Achilles

The mythological hero, Achilles was often reffered to as the beast, or pure element, force of nature, or even a star. Not a person, not a human being

He was an exceptional fierce hero known for his passion and determination, but also his arrogance and stubborness. Noble yet often selfish and capricious, understanding and caring yet cruel

The one who possesed arcane knowledge about the fate of humanity, and with it - about his own destiny

The one protected by the gods, who was so close to godhood himself, whos body was immortalized in the river Styx

And yet, one small part remained vulnerable, a part of him stayed painfully human. And once it was discovered and aimed at, he was as good as dead

The one who was driven by horrific almost animalistic rage. Rage that came from pain and grief. Rage that came... from love?

Achilles lost someone dear to him and this loss blinded him with desire for revenge, made him chase after the warrior who took his loved one from him. He refused to let go, not even letting go of Hector's corpse

Hordak as Hector

Described as "deserving of love" Hector was a great warrior, deeply devoted and loyal to his home and his cause

A brave unstoppable leader who nonetheless made many mistakes by letting his human emotions and traits make him act unwise, arrogant, reckless and naive

The one who believed in his gods and trusted so many, but in the end was only deceived and lied to. And this lie was the reason why Hector could not escape Achilles' wrath

The cause and the victim of Achilles' rage. His personal enemy, the one who killed his beloved. The one who feared Achilles so much yet in the end stopped running away and faced him in their first and final duel

The one who lost everything. Doomed to die tragically by Achilles' hand. Hector didnt even beg for mercy, only for his body to be treated with respect, but Achilles could not be reasoned with. Instead he dragged his corpse behind his chariot for days on end, not letting him rest. Not letting Hector return home to his family

But wait, who is Patroclus of this story?

Funny how this part of Achilles' story fits Hordak a lot more, since it was him who lost a dear friend and it was him who was consumed with grief and fury. Thus, in a way, Hordak is both Hector and Achilles and Entrapta is his Patroclus. But what's Prime's deal then?

We can always enter fanon territory and headcanon that Prime might have lost someone a long time ago and grief turned him into a monster. Could be a lover, could be a friend or family, could be his old self even. But then what Hordak had to do with it? Why he became the target of his rage?

Perhaps in this version Patroclus isn't even a person. An idea of perfection and control. Hordak's imperfections ruined the image of his ideal world where everything goes his way, ruined his own image, the facade of an all mighty god who could not make a mistake or create something less than perfect. In a sense Hordak's defect and later betryal killed everything Prime was working on and was trying to achieve, everything he believed in

Perhaps Hordak is both Hector and Patroclus. A brother Prime loved so much, but only when he was still a perfect obedient doll with no name. But once Hordak began to change, showing his personhood and becoming harder to control, becoming unrecognizable, HP could not accept it. In his mind Prime lost a brother, and someone who named himself Hordak was his murderer

Again, I have no idea why the hell they chose these names for their aliases. Achilles and Hector were in no way pure or flawless people, but... they were still heroes. Does this say anything about the characters of Horde Prime and Hordak or their dynamic? Especially their motu versions**?? Or was this just a reference for the sake of reference? (oh maybe im only seeing things and its not even a reference??) They could've chosen an iconic pair of tragic brothers instead idk on the surface it'd seem more fitting :/

But i'd rather keep my tinfoil hat on and think that it was all intentional, because I'm LIVING for the implications regarding Prime's humanity .з.

**Motu fans and experts if you're reading this, i'd love to hear your thoughts on this, you have to know more than me!

#spop #horde prime #hordak #shera #spop meta #the galactic horde #spacebats #ramblings #*just wanna clarify that the realization only hit me like a month or two ago #so all the possible parallels between them and Anillis and Hec-Tor from my Kur twins au are purely accidental lol #and no my boys dont become enemies!

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ucithikaru · 1 year

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Nissan GT R35 By @minigtofficial Nissan GT-R sampai saat ini masih menjadi salah satu sport car yang ikonik. Bahkan, berbagai rumah modifikasi sampai merilis body kit khusus untuk membuat mobil tersebut tampil lebih garang. Mengutip dari Carscoops.com, belum lama ini body kit Nissan GT-R edisi Liberty Walk resmi dirilis. Komponen modifikasi tersebut ditawarkan dalam beberapa material yang berbeda. Pertama ialah body kit berbahan karbon. Tipe ini dibanderol USD70.200 dan USD73.570 atau Rp979 jutaan dan Rp1,02 miliaran. Harga tersebut bahkan lebih mahal dari Nissan GT-R bekas di Amerika Serikat (Kurs USD1 = Rp13.956). Kemudian ada campuran antara FRP dengan karbon yang dibanderol USD54.540 dan USD53.050, sekitar Rp761 jutaan dan Rp740 jutaan. Sedangkan material FRP, CFRP, dan karbon dijual lebih murah USD43.960 dan USD42.880, setara Rp613 juta dan Rp598 jutaan. Sementara itu, body kit dengan material FRP murni menjadi pilihan yang paling murah, USD34.020 dan USD33.480, setara Rp474 juta dan Rp467 juta. Ditawarkan juga air suspension yang dibanderol USD7.900, atau Rp110 jutaan. Modifikasi ini pun sukses membuat Nissan GT-R menjadi lebih sporty. Hanya saja, tak ada ubahan di sektor dapur pacunya, masih mengandalkan mesin V6 3.800 cc twin-turbo bertenaga 480 hp. Source : m.otosia.com #blackfriday #castheads #castheadsmagazines #car #daily #diecast #diecastdaily # #diecastphotography #diorama #dioramadiecast #garage #hotwheels #jdm #jdmsociety #lbwk #lbwk好きと繋がりたい #manchesterunited #minigtindonesia #🖤 #nissan #gtr #photography #photooftheday #premium64 #rims #sport #toypic_community #viralindonesia https://www.instagram.com/p/ClsCst3JF9X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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evermore-fashion · 2 years

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Inanna was the goddess of war, sex, and the dispensation of justice in the ancient kingdom of Sumer in Mesopotamian mythology. One particular Sumerian hymn details how she became a goddess of sexual love, particularly for women. In the story, Inanna asked her twin brother Utu (god of the sun) to accompany her to a magical place called the Kur, where sacred plants grew because she was forbidden from traveling alone. When they arrived, she wanted to eat a sacred fruit of knowledge so that she could learn the secrets of intimacy, telling Utu “What concerns women namely, men I do not know. What concerns women lovemaking I do not know.” Utu relented and allowed her to eat the fruit, and so Inanna then became aware of the power of her own sexuality. Over time though she merged with the figure of Ishtar in the ancient world, and they are often portrayed as one and the same. (Zuhair Murad Spring 2020 Haute Couture Collection)

#Fashion #FashionEdit #MythEdit #MythologyEdit #Couture Edit #Zuhair Murad #Haute Couture #Fashion Details #Mesopotamian Mythology #My Edit

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edge-lorde · 2 years

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fan art for @cirusthecitrus 's ocs, the Kur twins, Hec-tor and Anillis! just had to draw these fancy boys! (sorry if i got their personalities wrong)

had fun doing the highlights and metallic parts with gel pen. so shiny c:

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skywalker-is-a-nerd-pass-it-on · 3 years

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A lil snippet 🙃 enjoy

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Alpha stands quietly in the corner of the security room as Colt's troopers lead the traitorous Vod through the durasteel-grey corridors and into the holding cell that would was to be his home for the foreseeable future.

Laughable. Rather, until the Kaminii got their thin claws into his skin and tore him apart.

A Clone that defected. That betrayed the Republic, that sold Republic secrets, that spat at the name of the Republic.

Oh, Alpha can taste the displeasure leaking from their delicate translucent skin.

They were going to tear this Clone apart and figure out what went wrong, and fix the product.

The grey troopers, like the thick walls, throw the traitor into the holding cell. The kid doesn't get up off the floor, but snarls as the dangerously sparkling red ray shield went up between him and freedom.

Scrappy, Alpha gazes as the troopers spit out vod'kyramud and the kid just bares his teeth viciously and spits back mindless slave, even as the flash of pain passes through his expression. What makes him think, Alpha smirks, that he's any less the mindless slave he so curses?

As the Kaminii talk amongst themselves about the time and date they'll steal away the young trooper, down to the depths of Kamino, to the place of horrors that not even Alpha mentions to scare disobedient cadets, Alpha breathes in deeply and sighs. The Vod is slated for decommissioning, he sees the Long-neck type into the console, but Alpha knows that will not happen.

It doesn't happen often, but it happens. When Vode don't just disappear, but disappear.

When the Kaminii leave, Alpha goes in.

Stepping up leisurely, audibly, to the occupied cell, he stands with his stance wide and arms crossed. Judging. He narrows his eyes as he rakes his gaze down the kid, seeing the bruises of a good right hook on his cheek. It looks like Kote's work.

The traitor hasn't let his eyes off him since he stepped forward. Neither of them say a word.

Stubborn, Alpha almost smirks.

"What?" Alpha drawls, speaking first, though the kid shouldn't mistake that for as if he is the one with the control in this conversation, "Something on my face?"

The kid's eyes narrow and his lip curls in a snarl - that seems to be a frequent expression on him.

"...What do you want, Alpha?" He spits, "Come to insult? Don't worry, everyone else has already said every name under the stars."

He has no doubt that that's probably true. Expected. Alpha doesn't beat around the bush.

"Why'd you do it, kid?"

"Kid?!" The trooper stands sharply from his solid bunk in offense, "Kark you, old man-"

"Shut up," Alpha orders, softly and with ice, "Why'd you do it, kid?"

"What?" The Vod takes a 'threatening' step forward. Alpha doesn't even blink. "Betray the Republic? Betray my brothers? You karking unfeeling bastard, blind as the rest of them! Training little flesh droids to become meat shields for an unkind galaxy and a Republic that enslaved us-!"

"What's your designation." Alpha cuts, sharp and quiet, but the order is one that any trooper would feel striking right into their chest.

When he speaks, people listen. His troopers listen.

The scrappy bastard snaps his mouth shut and glares, refusing to answer his CT number with all the forbidden knowledge and fury mustered in his soul.

"Slick."

That's all Alpha needed to know. His gaze narrows and his lip just barely twitches.

"Hmmm."

He turns around and walks away into the corridors darkening for night cycle, ignoring Slick's shouts from behind.

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Fox feels his long range comm vibrate in his desk, below his elbow. He quickly pulls it out and answers it, holding it close to his ear as he continues his datapad work, multitasking with learned ease.

"Yes, 17?" His voice is rough and tired, and he clears his throat.

"When's the last time you slept, Kurs?"

Alpha's consistently smug drawl itches at his tired rage.

"You're not Tarre - you don't get to compliment my astonishing health regime."

"Yeah, well, come back home like that and my twin will tear you a new one anyway."

"What do you want, 17?"

Alpha chuckles darkly.

"Is that how you speak to your beloved ori'vod?" Before Fox can growl back a vicious response, Alpha continues, tone relaxed and yet serious, "Cristophisis, the traitor CT that sold out the campaign to the Seppies."

Fox falls silent, putting down his datapad. He read that report - it was professionally cold, but the officer signing it off did so with betrayed rage. Slated for decommissioning. Got Vode killed. Grave, grave crimes, unforgivable.

Oh, Fox knows all about him.

"...What about him?"

"His name is Slick," Alpha doesn't hold back, "How do you feel about sponsoring him?"

#star wars #swtcw #star wars the clone wars #commander fox #alpha 17 #clone trooper slick #kamino security troopers #writing #just a lil snippet uwu #clone troopers #clone culture #clone sponsorships #i wanna talk about this ok #enjoy ☺️#you want more? just let me know 😁#my writing

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Caprizant

Fandom: Ao No Exorcist/Blue Exorcist

Pairing: Bon/Rin

Summary: Fake dating Au. When a strange, masked demon starts attacking the couples of True Cross Academy, Rin and Bon have to pretend to be a couple to stop the demon.

It should be easy, as long as those pesky feelings don't get in the way.

Part: one , two, three (you're here), four

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“Call me back the moment it’s done!” Shiemi squealed, every bit as excited as Rin had thought she’d be. It kinda sucked that none of this was real. He gave himself a last second look over and nodded his head in approval at his outfit. The band shirt wasn’t anything special, but the ripped jacket, faded jeans, and chains made it look deliberate and added a punkish flare he was pretty sure Ryuuji would like. Plus, the blue logo made his eyes pop. Shiemi had offered that advice, and he hadn’t expected it to actually work.

“You’ll be the first to hear,” He promised.

“Good luck!” Rin grinned, hung up, and raced down the hall to the stairs. Yukio was climbing the stairs, yawning as he moved.

“Oh, there you are. I wanted to—”

“Sorry, can’t stay! I’m going to be late for my date.” He’d thought it over a lot, and blurting it out in a rush had seemed like the best possible answer. If he didn’t have time to stick around, Yukio couldn’t grill him (and break him.)

“You’re what?!”

Rin sprinted past Yukio and barely dodged his twin’s grabbing hands.

“Can’t explain now. I’m gonna be late! It’s with Suguro!” He raised his voice in genuine excitement and slid into the door. “I left you dinner in the fridge. Ask Ukobach to heat it up.”

Rin didn’t stop running until he reached the diner and figured at that point he would probably have outrun Yukio. His twin wouldn’t make a scene here.

Probably.

Ryuuji was standing awkwardly just outside the restaurant. His hands were still stuffed in his pockets, but they were in his jacket pockets. A beat up leather jacket Rin didn’t remember ever having seen, and a black shirt under it with some English words he couldn’t read. He was wearing skinny jeans that showed off his legs fantastically, (and wow, Rin had not realized what a tragedy it was that Ryuuji had to wear those ugly uniform slacks) and he had on a few chains, spiked leather bracelets, and a new set of spiral earrings that looked somehow sharp. He looked intimidating, handsome, and (as always) cool.

Rin’s heart thumped, he swallowed, reminded himself this entire thing was fake and drooling would not be a good look, smiled, and jogged up to Ryuuji with a cheer and wave.

Ryuuji’s brown eyes darted to him, and widened as they took in his outfit. He made a mental note to thank Shiemi for the suggestions. Fake or not, he wanted to look good for Ryuuji. He deserved to have a good looking date, and Rin was going to be as good looking as he could.

“Hey,” he paused a few inches away, trying not to ogle Ryuuji, and mostly failing. Ryuuji looked incredible, and if this was just something nice and not fancy, Rin wasn’t sure he’d be able to play off fancy without embarrassing himself.

“Hey yourself.” Ryuuji looked him over, blushed, and looked away. “We should go in? I brought all the information I had on Hannya’s.”

Oh! That was what Ryuuji had meant by homework. It was so obvious. Of course he’d want to learn everything he could about the demon they were chasing. It was probably a good idea not to just rely on Light’s intel. He tended to leave out a lot of details.

“Great,” in a bold moment, he reached forward and took Ryuuji’s hand. The aria’s body jolted in surprise, Rin couldn’t make himself look at Ryuuji’s face (his own cheeks were almost painfully warm now) and he shuffled forward towards the diner.

Ryuuji followed after him without making any move to free his hand. They at least looked like they were on a date.

Rin, with his heart racing while he desperately hoped his hands didn’t start sweating, pushed open the door to the diner, and started rambling about the first thing that crossed his mind, (Kuro and his sake stealing) as he led the way towards the counter.

“So now we’re trying out child locks on all the cabinets ‘cause ya gotta have thumbs for them.”

Ryuuji chuckled softly, and placed his order with the bored looking cashier. Rin added his, they paid, and went to wait for their food.

Silence descended and Rin’s heart decided beating faster was the only solution. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work. It just made him feel a little light headed in addition to awkward.

There weren’t a lot of people he recognized in here. There was one kid from his classes that he’d never really spoken too, and he was pretty sure there was an older cram-school student, but that was it.

Did people on dates talk while they waited? Rin would normally be talking with Ryuuji right now, but for some reason, holding Ryuuji’s hand was making his mind go entirely and horrifyingly blank.

“Is Ukobach okay with the child locks?”

Rin sucked in a grateful breath and nodded. “Yep! He likes that it means Kuro can’t rifle through his stuff anymore. He’s a stickler for order.”

“It’s irritating when things aren’t where you left them,” Ryuuji said with a small smile.

“Hey!” Ryuuji tensed as both their heads snapped to the side. Paku waved at them, and Godaiin was standing a few inches away from her with a curious tilt of his head.

Rin’s cheeks immediately flushed, and his first instinct was to let go of Ryuuji’s hand.

Ryuuji’s hand tightened around his though, so he didn’t make that mistake.

“Hey,” Rin squeaked, “we’re on a date!”

Ryuuji’s head slowly turned towards him, and Rin blushed even harder. Well, that was one way to let the cat out of the bag.

#bonrin #aoex #blue exorcist #my tumblr fics #rin okumura #ryuji suguro #bonfire #ryuuji suguro #bon suguro #ao no exorcist #fake dating #bon x rin #bonxrin #bon/rin

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