#but they are also covered in armor and no where near as soft as people think

[fandom-drake]

Different heros jokingly discussing the Red hoods tits vs Nightwings booty debate.

Jason and Dick who know exactly how much armor and kevlar pads the goods trying not to speak up.

#like #yes the actual muscles are spectacular #but they are also covered in armor and no where near as soft as people think #red hood #Jason todd #dick grayson #nighwing #batfam #dc

[astarionapologist]

My head too is full of bg3 so I'm gonna go ahead and suggest/ request a Halsin x female Tav fic, smut is very welcome hehe :)

Also I'm of the opinion that this man definitely has a breeding kink so if that's something you would write, I'd be really happy about it ^^

Have nice day :)))

OHHH FUCK YEAH DADDY HALSIN ‼️‼️

but no seriously he’s such a big sweetie pie I love him sm

Warning 18+ minors please don't interact!

Includes breeding kink and biting and soft horny Halsin

Nature’s embrace: Halsin x reader

After you finally arrive to baulder’s Gate your next mission is the most important one yet! It’s time to go find a nice spot to set up camp. Exhausted and tired of walking Astarion begs you to take a break! Stay at a tavern for a bit! Stay under some shady buildings! Hells under some trees maybe! Point is he’s done for the day and is begging you along with the rest of the group to agree with him for break. In which you all decide to rent out a room for a couple nights in the Elfsong tavern.

After unpacking and changing out of your armor into more casual clothes your realized how starved you were after such a long journey here. Little did you sense the tall rugged elf was beside you.

“Hungry aren’t you?” He says grabbing both your shoulders in an attempt to scare you.

You let out a shriek and push him away from you unaware of who it truly was.

“GAH HALSIN- you can’t do that to people!” You huffed

“I’m sorry little dove, I couldn't resist, and I overheard the growl of your stomach. It seems you're in need of your next meal. Would you care to join me downstairs? I wouldn't mind covering the expenses, of course."

“Oh? Sure that sounds great thank you! I’m starving! I need to get my hands on something to eat soon or I’ll go crazy” You said slightly daydreaming of all the tasty food you smelled walking past the kitchen to the rooms upstair.

“Me too” Halsin whispered under his breath as his eyes traced the outline of your body.

Your cheeks blushed as you overheard this but since he wanted to be quite the jokester earlier you decided to pay him back~

“What was that? You said as you looked up at him purposely with big doe eyes

“"Oh, uh, me too. I find myself quite starved. To uphold our strengths, we should venture forth and procure something to eat, don't you think?” He said with a hint of panic in his voice

He lets out a small sigh “Let us be on our way”

The two of you head down stairs and sit down at the bar table. You order a bowl of mushroom stew with a wine to complement the mushrooms undertones. Halsin unsurprisingly orders a large juicy steak with a heaping pile of steamed vegetables on the side. Along with you he decides to order a glass of wine. Enjoying each others company you finish your dinner together and decide to head back upstairs. However almost everyone was already asleep in their sections of the floor.

“Ahhh it is getting late little dove, you should go and get some rest. We can always chat more some other time.”

You would be foolish to deny the small trace of sadness that lurched in your heart as he spoke. Unfortunately, your eyes held a bit of sadness that the old Druid could easily detect.

“Oh dove but please don’t worry, I promise we can spend more time together just the two of us eventually if that’s something you’d enjoy?”

You look up at him and give him a small smile and nod.

“Yes I would love that, your company is more than wanted.”

He smirks a little and smiles back. The two of you walk back upstairs to call it a night after enjoying your evening together. Finally, in the comfort of your bed, you slowly drift off to sleep... That is until the middle of the night when you wake up, startled by the sound of commotion near one of the beds beside you. You open you eyes to see Halsin getting ready to leave to who knows where.

“Halsin?….” You whisper at him

“Oh no.” He clears his throat

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to wake you from your slumber.”

You get up and sit towards the edge of the bed, you’re a bit groggy still but you decide to ignore it worried your companion is in trouble.

“What is it? Is something wrong? Why are you up so late? You asked in a hushed whisper as you turn on a dim light next to you.

As you look at him, the tall elf blushes, realizing his problem is now more obvious to you. You slowly looked down to see a large tent in his pants. How his crotch looked painfully erect it was almost begging to be attended to.

“Ah… I see…”

“I’m so sorry- it’s just the city is so stressful and I’m having trouble adjusting… not to mention how you-..” He stops talking and swallows a bit of fear as he realizes he just mentioned you.

“How I?” you blush a bit already knowing what he means. Unsurprising enough, Halsin and you have always had a habbit of giving each other bedroom eyes from time to time. You've always noticed how often he’d look at you, especially how his eyes would stare at your ass and thighs. However you both never really acted on anything, you were always too busy on the mission at hand….that is until now.

He sighs “Please you tease me enough as is…. The way your hips sway as you walk… your deep and longing stares….it all drives me mad.”

He turns away from you and says, “I never wanted to do or say something because I thought the timing was always off... And I understand if you wish to ignore me now. I am sorry for disturbing your rest.”

You get up from your bed and hug him from behind.

“Halsin… please don't leave, I would love to be able to spend the night with you… if you’d allow me?”

He chuckles “If i’d allow you?”

He grabs you by the wrist and twirls you to face him. Then he quickly picks you up carries you on one of his shoulders.

“I hope this will suffice as an answer.” He says with a light growl

He takes you to more secluded part of the floor away from any of your companions. He carefully plops you onto a large bed and begins undressing himself. When he’s finished he carefully picks you up yet again and plops you down on his lap.

He looks deeply into your eyes as his hands graze the first button on your shirt. You carefully nod and take a deep breath as he takes no time to undo all the buttons of your shirt. Luckily for Halsin you typically always sleep in your dress shirt and nothing else.

His eyes lit up as he saw the perkiness of your breast appear from underneath your shirt. Without wasting time he takes one into his hand and plays with it while taking the other one into his mouth. He swirls his tongue over your sensitive nibble slightly grazing it with his teeth. This earns a slight low moan from you as you wrap your arms around his shoulder.

He releases your breast from his mouth and kisses you deeply and hungrily. He grabs you by the hips and ass and slowly begins to move you across his large muscular thigh.

“Ha-… halsin.. please I need more,” you say as you grind needily on his thigh.

“You’re not ready, I don’t want to hurt you little dove” he says while kissing your cheek

He then slowly moves you off his thigh just enough for him to stick two fingers inside you. You gasp and hold onto him tighter as he slowly pumps his fingers into your soaking wet cunt.

He uses his other hands to spin small light circles around your clint and begins to speed up his fingers as he continues to pump them inside of you. By now yours seeing stars as you tilt your head back breathing deeply as you feel the druids fingers deep inside you. He can tell you’re close by the way you begin to tense up around him. He curls his fingers making sure to rub you sweet spot of yours to allow him to hear the wonder sounds you make as you come undone around his fingers.

You take a deep shaky breath and looked back into his eyes.

Gods. He thinks to himself, he could have easily finished just watching you come undone by just his fingers alone.

He flips the two of you over so that you’re now underneath him. You moan as you feel his tip rub against your hole.

“Are you ready? I don’t want to hurt you.” He says attempting to suppress how needy he truly is.

“Oh god yes, please hurry! We’ve both waited long enough.” You begged

He carefully slides in slowly so you can take your time adjusting around him. With a small hiss, he bottoms out and is completely inside you. He pauses for a moment kissing your forehead before he slowly begins to move. A slow yet deep pace was set as the druid gripped your hips hard as to not lose control.

You bite his neck in order to keep quiet, yes your other companions are sound asleep and unable to see the sinful acts that are taking place however you still attempt to keep quiet. The sound of skin slapping slowly starts to get louder as Halsin begins to speed up. You look up and make eye contact with him, his eyes are glowing a beautiful shade of gold.

“You drive me wild little dove…. I want to fill you up so badly.” Halsin grunts as he continues to pound deep into you.

“I want to see you squirm underneath me full of my cum…. I want…. Nothing more than to see that.” He huffs and growls out the last part.

“Fuck Halsin… I need you, I need to feel all of you, I need to be filled with you.” You say in between gasps

You’re both extremely close, he grunts as he feels how you quiver and shake around his angry and sensitive cock. He grips your hips tighter and begins to pick up the pace, lifting one of you legs up in the process. You let out a whine as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. Then suddenly a heavy feeling of pleasure consumes your body. You shake and grip his body as he continues to pound his way through your orgasm. When a deep and heavy grunt he finished deep within your cunt, making sure to get every drop deep within you. He pulls out and collapses next to your exhausted figure.

He pulls you in tightly to his chest and kisses your forehead before gently rubbing circles on your back. You slowly drift off to sleep as you hear him quietly say

“Goodnight my little dove”

HOLY FUCK I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS

like always I did not proof read 👆but I still hope you enjoy, sorry if this was a little rough it’s my first time writing smut.

#baulders gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 blogging #bg3 tav #smut #halsin bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #halsin x reader #halsin #druid halsin #halsin x tav #halsin smut #bg3 smut #halsin x reader smut #smut fic #smut fanfiction #smut smut smut

[nyxhaven]

A Knights Honor pt. 1 (gale x reader, gn tav)

Authors note: (open to nice criticism, au Gale of waterdeep is to be heir of blackstaff academy tower, when a new Knight gets appointed to be guarding the tower. Will Gale be able to take over blackstaff or will his newest interest blind him. ((gale flirting, fluff, cute moments, light spice) idk what this is gonna be I just have some cute ideas for gale and a knight we will see. probs gonna be a couple parts)

Part 2

“Get a move on” you say to the other soldiers with you

You have been summoned to blackstaff tower by open Lord silverhand, you have also been told that an increase of security is being spread out through out waterdeep ever since the zhents activity has risen.

you adjust your armor after climbing all these stairs, you notice the old waterdeep architecture, no windows anywhere and dark stone with simple carvings patterned into the bricks, only few mage lights here and there illuminated the halls of this place. you reach a large door at the end of the corridor, a small plaque labels the door as the office of the blackstaff. Pushing the door open you enter a small office.

“take these scrolls back” a woman says, a young male drow grabs the scrolls and turns to walk away before seeing you and giving a rude look. one you are not unwelcome to rude stares ever since you’ve started in the city watch.

“uh excuse me, I am tav. a city watch memeber sent from open lord silverhand to watch over the black staff tower. I have been sent here with 3 other soldiers where 2 will be set up at the entrance and exit one will also be patrolling all times the halls, and I at whoever’s side for protection I can also patrol halls and stand by exits” you say to the human women in front of you, gesturing to the people behind you, you turn back to the elder woman sitting in her chair.

“ah, bout time silverhand answered my call to guards. I am vajra safar, I am the current blackstaff welcome to my tower. set up your guards and get familiar with the tower, this ring will allow you into the parts of the tower you need. once familiar with the tower head to the top, mr. dekarios will be the one your guarding, he’s the head of our research and teaching here my heir to the tower.” she hands you a key and goes back to looking through scrolls brought to her by others

“Thank you” You take the ring and escort your guards getting them posted, a small time passes getting acquainted with the tower you find yourself at a large bridge near the top of the tower. You walk across seeing the view of Waterdeep its mid day and the city seems to just be waking. Continuing across you find a another small tower. You knock on the door and listen for a noise.

“Ah, one second please” a rugged voice calls from the other side of the door. After a small while the door swings open to show a man flattening down his robe a simple black, with small gold details. Brown hair pushback flowing down to his neck curling at the ends as if to protect the soft skin below it. A strong 5 o’ clock shadow cover his jawline, heavy hooded eyes stare at you. “I must apologize, I am gale dekarios, come in please. ” you take the man before you in before following him in the door “please excuse the mess, allow me” he snaps his fingers making the mage lights shine brighter from the ceiling.

“I am tav, sent by open lord silverhand to protect you. I i will be with you most of your days now and will be around as much as you want me to, and I am surely never one to judge a mess” you straighten your back, and tuck your hands behind your back on top your blades. seeing the gale of waterdeep was not your plan when you were told to guard blackstaff. rumors of the heir to blackstaff have been in waterdeep for a couple years now, such as exploring new types of magic and forbidden tomes. “i’m sorry to intrude on you while working I can stay posted outside the door if you’d like to return to working you look a busy man” you say noticing the mess of papers, cups, ink pots strewn across the place. you notice his tower is elegantly styled with rich purple fabrics draped from the ceiling, a large fireplace lay across the room stoaking a roaring fire.

“stay…please, I haven’t much company recently in the tower having another’s presence around will be great, tara has been in and out so much recently it gets easy to forget how many days you can go with out seeing sunlight.” he says while stacking papers and moving stuff off the main table near a small kitchen. “do you drink tea or coffee? tara says I should drink tea more but I sneak the coffee when she’s away.”

you walk over to the table and notice many papers with writing you have no clue its origin, gale proceeds to make a pot of coffee using a strainer and some magically procured hot water. you notice the small details gale has put into making his part of the tower seem more homely, small fabrics lay on small counter tops and books stacked any spot available.

“i’m fine, thank you it’s kind. I am your guard I don’t think I should be relaxing when we could be attacked anytime, I have a night shift guard coming tonight to take over for me, I rotate the other guards out then maybe then I can join you for tea…or coffee your choice.” making eye contact again, you can’t help the smile the begins to pull at your lips when he looks at you.

“ah, of course… I see. well then i’m heading up to my library to go over some tomes i’ll probably want you there protecting me.” he says in a playful tone, sipping his coffee before setting atop the table.

“I give you my oath to protect you, gale of waterdeep” you say to him bowing your head slightly giving him a playful smirk back

(I just know gale would be a low key coffee snob)

a rather uneventful watch goes by as you stand near a bookshelf watching gale read. you’d occasionally get the “hmm” or “awe” maybe a “interesting” here and there to break up the time. he’d ask politely for you to help him with grabbing and putting books away to avoid tara getting upset about the mess. he fills you in on the details of tara after you awkwardly asked “who is tara that you keep mentioning?”

you cannot help but find yourself staring at him while he browses his books and find the crease under his eyes when he squints to understand a word or his fingers when licking them to turn the page. gale of waterdeep the heir to blackstaff, you cant be serious i’m finding him attractive, this is my job. ignore it tav, you can’t help but not want to ingore how impressive gale is.

after some time in the library gale steps out to stretch, find ingredients to make him a dinner. the sun sets and you rotate the guards out from the morning with the new night batch before your night double comes to tap you out for the night. remembering gales offer for coffee and tea. the time waiting for your shift to be over drags on, finally a nautical twilight welcomes the night and you are off from your duties, luckily with the jobs great pay they also provide housing in the tower. finding your room you let out a sigh of relief shedding your armour and weapons and you retire to a night outfit secretly still stashing a small weapon for emergency.

an hour later you find your self walking the stairs to the same bridge you crossed today. there waiting is gale looking out at the city it’s nightlife stirring with markets celebrating some festival of wardeep culture. he’s adorned a simple deep purple tunic and black pants he’s hairs more nicely slicked back like he’s bathed and a fresh shave shows his smooth curve of his face.

“ah just the magus i’m look for, I wasn’t gonna turn up an offer to have a night dining with the gale of waterdeep.” his attention snaps to you the second your presence steps on the bridge.

“I was hoping i’d see you, again. you are quite lucky. consider this a gift for your first day on the job. you did a good job watching over the library and I today.”

“oh, thank you” thank gods for the night, you feel a blush creep on your cheeks. “i’ll follow you in then” you follow behind the man and steady your breathes. you shouldn’t be nervous, you spent all day with him. you have no clue his love life, his intentions or interest, he’s a very kind man who wants to have a good start to a friendship.

“right this way, also note I am a wizard not a magus though we have plenty of amazing magus here I am not one.” he says smiling while leading you in to his tower.

his tower is cleaner then an hour earlier books and stacked neatly and papers and aligned on a desk more then likely thanks to magic, and a fresh scent of food stirs through out the air. you sit for a nice meal and wine being the beverage choice by gale. you go on chatting about lives and where you are from and gale fills you in on…the simple things tara how he started at blackstaff and small past times of his childhood in waterdeep.

the fire kindles down to coals and small flames, the wine bottle has just been poured into the glasses by gale, a silence falls over the tower as the breeze enters in through the set of french doors leading to a deck.

“this was nice tav, thank you.” a low rasped voice says from across the table. his hair slighty falling into his face as he look up to you.

“of course gale this was great getting to know you I hope I serve to show you I can protect your tower and you”

“i’m sure you’ll do a great job, though remember i can fight as well, hopefully never against each other” he says, a faint brush hands as his knuckles pass over yours while setting down his glass. you linger on the feeling his callous knuckles from casting spells. you look up to meet eyes with him before looking out the double doors to the sky full of stars.

“i’ve always wanted to see a star up close” you say to him, and finishing off your wine. “what about you anything you’ve ever wanted to see?”

“yes actually, a lot of things id love to see, this tower gets pretty tiring and lonesome” he’s says while staring at your lips stained with a faint red from the wine.

“I hope to hear about them all, I better retire for the night. I will see you in the morning gale of waterdeep, you have my promise.” you say standing heading for the door

“just call me gale you don’t need to worry i’m the “off waterdeep” part, I like you”

you retire for the night in your bed thinking of the small moment tonight when you’d make eye contact and your breath would hitch, or when you say something smart and you had no clue what he’d said but it was cute the way he’d ramble on about it. you savored the last taste of the wine you had on your tongue and rested till morning.

#bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale x gn!reader #gale x tav #gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #baulders gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators 14: U.S. Foreign Policy

You learn something and decide to engage in a wee bit of statecraft.

On AO3.

You have no time to ask him for the letter, as the healer (is this one a hobbit???) named Nettie turns to see who just burst into her cave. A cave connected to another, hidden cave, that she one hundred percent doesn’t lure you into and lock the door behind y’all. Oh goodie.

The mood soars even higher when you see the dead elf (she calls him a drow, whatever the fuck that is).

Gale hangs back this time, and they all sort of look at you. The oddball who doesn’t speak their language and who is arguably the least qualified person to do this. Also the one who started it and should probably, y’know, finish this.

“Oh, goddamnit,” you say and spill your guts to Nettie.

The mindflayer transformation seems to freak her out more than it does you. Kind of hilarious, since you’re the one with the needle-teeth worm in your brain. It freaks her out so much, in fact, she gives you a bottle of poison that actually glows green. It’s like cartoon radioactive sludge held back by some glass and a wax stopper. This fucking place.

You promise her you’ll drink the shit if you feel your skin sloughing off. You feel the judgment from your group on your back. Like you’re not completely lying through your teeth.

She says something about a better healer named Halsin. You’ve heard his name a couple of times—mostly when Kahga snapped at that other guy not to say that name. Nettie is otherwise a dead end, thanks for all the poison!

“As I told you,” Lae’zel all but hisses. “The cure we seek will be found with my people. We waste our time pursuing your primitive healers.”

Says the lady in metal armor you’re decently sure couldn’t hold up to a modern rifle.

You don’t say that, though. You don’t say anything. Not until you emerge back into sunlight and the droning chant of the druids with their fuck off ritual. There’s still too many people around. But a path runs off out the side, looks like it heads out of the grove, so you start towards it.

The path eventually leads to a secluded beach, huzzah!

The beach is infested with harpies, fuck!

***

It goes tits up almost immediately. Y’all are banged up, bruised, and bleeding by the time the last feathered bitch goes down in a pool of her own blood. You fall right on your ass there in the sand, and let yourself slowly topple onto your back.

You lie there for a long time. The sky is pretty, and the sand is soft and warm beneath you. It smells a lot like rotten fish and metal for some reason—

“Fuck me!” you holler when your hand comes up smeared in red. You’ve collapsed into harpy blood. This was your only unstained shirt and literally your only pair of stays.

“I think we’re all a bit too tired, dear,” Astarion says because he’s an asshole.

You’re fucking covered in blood. A-fucking-gain.

The kid y’all inadvertently saved seems to find that part a bonus. He stares up at you with huge eyes glazed, in what you suspect, it awe.

He thanks you, says something about a dragon lair and Doni, and scampers off.

The sun is sinking fast behind the tan cliffs. You’re really not sure you’ve got the energy to drag your ass all the way back to the Grove. The rest of the group seems to agree, as Gale sets down his bag to start digging for his tent poles.

“Maybe we should go upriver some?” you way.

“Why?” Lae’zel says, her first pole already buried in the ground less than three feet from the still hot carcass of a dead harpy.

You squint at her. At the others, who seem just as unperturbed. These fucking people.

“So we can refill our drinking water,” you say. Gesture to the right. “From that river right there. But probably not near the saltwater or where harpy juice might be dribbling in—do y’all not have waterborne diseases here??”

“…‘waterborne’?” Gale says.

***

It takes much longer to set up camp—upriver—than it should. While Gale and the others know of basic sterilization, they haven’t quite gotten to the germ part of germ theory. You went on a big Historical Plagues kick a couple of years back, and you fill in the basics you remember. He actually abandons his tent in favor of finding a scroll and a quill to start taking notes.

The sun has long set by the time you can get free long enough to grab all your blood-crusted clothes and trudge down to the river. You got no idea what you’re doing with hand-washing. Rubbing the cloth underwater does get some of it out, but the stains remain: huge and brown and still reeking. They’re honestly not salvageable.

You dunk your head and give your hair the best scrub you can manage. Thank yourself again that you keep it short, because trying to deal with all this with hair down to your ass would have been an utter shitshow nightmare. You long for shampoo. You’d cry if someone gave you soap. There’s still oil in your hair that no amount of dunking in the water is going to fix and you have to look like a catastrophe to anyone you meet.

You find a flat-ish rock to spread your sopping clothes on, and make your way back in your lightest-stained tunic and trousers.

The others have a fire going, and Gale—thank fuck—has left off the sausages. Appears to be making some kind of potatoes and vegetables scramble with eggs he got from somewhere. You winder if he’s got anything for your aching skull. Days in and the sunovabitch has yet to let off. But throwing rocks at the harpies probably did not impress any of them, and you don’t want to make yourself look like an even bigger drain on resources.

Astarion has pitched his tent further back. He sits outside on a carpet he’s found somewhere, rifling through a stack of books he’s also found somewhere. He looks up as you approach.

“Anything good?” you say.

He glances to his stash and his lips pull into a mild smile. “Oh, a bit of this and that. Trying to decide which I’ll hang onto for the time being.”

You nod. Eyeball the small tower by his right knee. The dirt-potion doesn’t translate writing (and Gale had said that the writing isn’t the spoken language anyway, as that is apparently called Common and isn’t anyone’s first language, begging the question which fucking colonizer empire took over and made that decision for everyone). You miss reading. You miss the internet and music. Lights and washing machines and waterfall showers. Your bed with it’s thousand-thread-count sheets, because you were no Captain Moneybags, but there were a few things you’d splurge on now and then, and that was one of them.

What books do the people here write? Is it just poetry? Treatises? Dry-ass history accounts? Or do they have novels? What would a place like this write about when they were making things up?

Is there smut?

“So, what’d you find in that chest?” you say.

Astarion stands, having selected tonight’s reading material. He flips through it, not meeting your gaze. “A few odds and ends, a couple of valuables.”

You wait. He doesn’t continue.

“And a letter?” you say.

His face is a mask of pure innocence. “A letter?”

Okay, so that’s how he’s playing this. You resist the urge to bury your face in your hands and scream.

“The one you told me about in the Grove,” you say. “When I asked you this same question then.”

“I believe what you said to me was, ‘Please tell me you found something.’”

You’re going to kick him in the shin. You’re going to reach down, grab a handful of dirt, and throw it in his pasty face. He watches you like a cat that knows it’s pissing off the neighbor’s cat and there’s nothing the neighbor’s cat can do about it. Then his eyes widen.

“Oh! Yes! That letter.” Bastard man knows exactly what you were talking about from the beginning. “Yes, I did find that, didn’t I? Though I’m not sure why you want to know about it so badly?”

He slips on casual douchebaggery the way other people wear fashionable overcoats. One fist on a hip slightly jutted to the side, shoulders back, head cocked to the an inch or two to make sure the camp fire catches the “haughty” on his features in the best light.

He knows you have an ulterior motive. He wants in on it, you think. And you don’t think he’s going to back down.

“That Kahga woman isn’t our problem,” he says. “You said so yourself. Which I, for one, think was the correct decision. These druid politics aren’t our concern. The tadpoles are. Quite right you stuck to our priorities back there.”

“I’m gonna depose and ruin that bitch,” you say. He blinks at you. Several times. You probably shouldn’t have said that out loud. But ever since you started sharing your actual opinion (once you found it) to the people who mattered (and didn’t that take fucking forever), you’ve had poor impulse control about it. “I want her metaphorical head on a metaphorical spike and if you’ve got dirt on her, I have a very vested interest in knowing it.”

“I…well. That’s…quite bloodthirsty of you. Metaphorically speaking.”

The last part is a question even if he doesn’t vocalize that part.

He doesn’t seem the altruistic type (stealing from what you now realize are refugees is a crimson flag in that department). “The bitch reminds me of my mother” would be way too personal and, you suspect, would fall on deaf ears in this group. Well, any group, really.

Luckily, you’ve always been good at justifying shit to yourself, so you have that flank already covered in your head.

“That Nettie woman said we’d need to find another healer named Halsin, who was their leader but got caught by goblins, right?” you say. You’ve gathered that much. When he nods, “This Kahga is a stand in. She didn’t seem to like that other one mentioning Halsin, and she’s taking an extreme path which at least some of the druids seem to oppose. But not all of them. So what happens if we do manage to find and free this Halsin guy, and he gets all caught up in a power struggle with Kahga when he gets back? He ain’t gonna have time to help us.”

You watch that thought enter his mind and make connections. This time, he lets a frown wrinkle his forehead.

“That’s…” he says. “That’s certainly a way of looking at it. But what if it turns out to simply be an illicit lover’s rendezvous?”

“Did it sound like a lover?”

“Not necessarily. It could—you cheeky devil!”

You mask a grin of your own. You still want to keep a low profile, at least with the others. He already saw you stab a guy like thirteen times, so the gig might be up over here. But he doesn’t exactly interact with the group much, and it doesn’t seem he’s shared any of his observations about you with them.

Astarion drops his pleasant mask and what’s underneath is…you can only describe as malicious humor. His eyes narrow and he grins. “Alright, have it your way. It was a request to meet in a swamp. I did spot one yesterday to the south at some distance. There’s an island next to some docks, seemingly off the main path, the note said.”

“No date or time?”

“No.”

“Can I see it?”

Here he pauses. Almost fidgets. “I didn’t take it, darling. I left it in that chest. People tend to miss important documents and you hadn’t exactly told us what you were ‘snooping’ for.”

“So you just, what, memorized it?” you say.

You look at him. For the first time, a suggestion of hesitation flits through his body language.

“That is so fucking smart,” you say and make a look at this man gesture. “I am so glad we found you.”

His eyebrows shoot up for less than a second before he relaxes back into smug self-assurance. “I am quite exceptional. I’m glad someone here has realized that.”

“Seriously, thank you, Astarion. If this turns out to be a bust, I’ll drop it and follow along like I been doing. But thank you anyway.”

The man absolutely preens.

“Now, you got any ideas how to get the others to go to a swamp?”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #fanfic #astarion #astarion x tav #it's a goddamn isekai #i'm not sorry #no betas we die like men #feeding alligators

[aeempress]

I think a lot about Rise movie, some people send me some stuff for analysis, i just need time to cook it up.

And those guys are breaking my heart, so...

It was so... sudden. World on fire, smoke covered the sun and - and Kraangs. Bloodlusted. Everywhere. Leaving behind nothing but ruination and piles of bodies.

Still, they'd survived. Only god knows how - they had survived.

It almost made her suffocate, only thought of how many they lost and still hope was in there. April fought. Fought and led people and yokai into the battle, again and again. Over and over.

Decades in battles, decades in misery and it still hurt when losing comrades. But April's heart became harsher, getting bulletproof that's why she's commander.

She told herself that every morning but at night it was almost unbearable, because she remembered every one who fell, everyone who was injured and hurt. Every one who lost.

He holds out a coffee - capsuled one, brewed by him in beakers and April feels a taste, a forgotten taste. She is freezing and wanting to cry.

It's taste of home, of better future even though she knows - Donnie made it not from coffee itself, it's just chemicals. Softshell smiles warmly, trying to cheer commander up. No, not commander - his old friend.

- You should rest, Donnie, - April whispers and cannot look away. Cannot ignore his bandages, cannot forget his scars. Battle scars. And even worse - Donnie forgot about himself again. He wasn't like that when he was a teenager.- Your bandage, - she speaks in steel voice - no objection allowed.

- I was busy, - Don's voice is tired and full of guilty softness. - I've tried to deal with supplies, with armor... But I get nothing. Not enough material... Not enough hands even with -

- Dee. Look at me, - she come closer to take of his battleshell, looking at his eyes. - Rebellion needs you. Alive. You shouldn't kill yourself like that.

- I... Know. I know. I just... Want to help, here. Help you, - his hands covers her back, mirroring her own.

- You will help me if you just stay by my side. Deal? - she looks at his face and smiles.

- Deal. - She almost forgot the sound of laughter. It was ages since she see him like that. No just only messages.

April knows where his first aid kit is, she knows how to renew a bandage, and being here, at his modest, almost ruined lab feels like home. For a moment she can forget about this burden on her shoulder and just be. Be with him.

Waiting when his brothers returns back to the base.

She stays at his place, April doesn't want to leave him now. She's not always commander, Donnie reminds her of that, she's also a women who need a strong shoulder who may carry her a little until she is recharging.

With Donnie it's home, bitter coffee without milk and strange, synthetic chocolate. It's home within his arms, it's home - they both only can sleep when together.

April wants to stay a little longer. But when it's a war, you have no time for everything what seemed normal back then.

April shivered and wiped away the tears. Her bed is cold and no one here to warm her up at night and made believe she's not alone, she's safe.

***

Donnie is near, with her - April peeks out from the shelter to feed with amo those bastards. They need backup, supplies are getting thin, it's almost hopeless.

His magic is only thing that covered them, the only way why her people are still holding. April hopes on hope they can make it, they will get through of Kraang's death ring.

- There's no way, - she whispers. - Donnie, - April grabs his hand and squeeze it a little. His eyes are troubled, but April's too fast - she's getting explosive packages. - Wish me luck.

- April! - his scream almost tears her apart but she need to.

She runs fast, really fast, managing to put some bullets at those brainfaces. No time for gasping for breath, it rather her life or those motherfuckers.

Package is delivered - April hears the explosion and someone pulls her to himself protecting her from the blast wave.

Her head is about to explode, heart is racing. Vile screams from pain and agony, like wet pig squeal - Kraangs are still alive. No time to think, no time for hesitation - she grabbed her gun to protect them both.

Donnie is shooting back with all he's got - but It's too many, explosions, screams - it's all mixing and hope is sliding away.

- You need to retreat, - Donnie yells. - Collect all you've got - this way we increase -

- I ain't retreat, we lose it all! - bullets deafen. - It's them or us now, we -

Its lasher is lethally fast. People are buried beneath, April clenches her teeth and does everything to gain extra minutes before help arrives.

- April, retreat, - Donnie is stubborn and unshakable.

All is on fire, people are dying. And she can't do anything. She has no plan, they have no plan, they only can survive this for a week with low supplies.

- Don -

She was pushed. Explosion wave burns everything to the ground. Everything is messy, everything is so noisy, but the arms hording her - April's blinking, and then smelling something bad.

Blood. At her.

His shaking gaze - at this noise she can't hear anything.

- DONNIE! - she is yelling, tears are down at her face. - DONNIE!

April can't get through the wall of his magic, she can't do nothing but trying to punch the wall out of rage. He's still alive and try to keep it up.

Protect her - she taste his blood at lips.

"April", - he begs, she can hear his voice through vox. - "Lead people out. Rebellion needs you"

- IT NEEDS YOU TOO! WITHOUT YOU -

"April, please... Listen to me". - he gasped for breath. - "I can't hold it any longer".

- DONNIE!

"I always lov-"

Vox is shuttered, he's still there.

April jumped at bed, couldn't breathe. She was gasping, heart was about to tear apart one more time. This nightmare wouldn't leave her alone, and it even worse, because it's so realistic excepting one thing - he died covering her body by his own.

***

His bandana at Leo's katana, his bandana at her wrist, it's all over. His body was so damaged, only purpled mask remained. April made deep breath and fired back no matter how badly her wounds are.

Casey's their only hope.

She had to do everything to send him back, she had to protect him by all cost. Avenge everyone. Master Splinter. Raph. Draxum. Cass. Big Mama. Donnie.

Blood covered her face, April could see nothing but red. Pain is unbearable she almost spaced out a few times.

Click. Click - click. The fuse. She's out of amo.

- Fuck, - April was trying to rip the pin off the grenade with trembling fingers, but from weakness it is not possible even from fourth time. Throwing a grenade is also a test, and April can hold no longer. She couldn't do it anymore - she's getting sleepy. Terrible sleepy.

It was so cold, she could freeze to death but now she was drifting at something warm - maybe her own blood. She had to resist. She had to fight. Had to keep going. Rebellion needs her.

Warm fingers are touching her cheeks and it's hard - keep eyes open. But Don is here, smiling at her.

- You need a rest, commander O'Neil, - his grin and voice are so soft.

- Dee... - it's hard to move her lips. To breathe.

- Shhh, that's okay. It's okay. You did your best. - Something hot and sharp as razor scratches the cheeks. Eyes hurt, and Donnie here to wipe away all of her fears.

- Stay, - she begs and breathe is shaking.

- Sure, - softshell smiles back. His arms are soft and gentle. - Close your eyes, April. - Donnie holds her. She sees others. Splints. Raph.

Not Leo. Nor Mikey. Nor Casey.

It's all getting small.

"I'm sorry, guys".

Commander O'Neil couldn't make it.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles movie #rottmnt movie #rottmnt apritello #rise donnie #april o'neil #aprilxdonnie #apritello #rise of tmnt #rise april #rottmnt donatello #hamato donatello #rottmnt movie Donnie #rottmnt movie April #commander O'Neil #apriltello #im crying #i love em my pure bebes #aeempress writes

[kingmacrophage]

I had a dream I was in a subway that was completely hostile to human life.

The train had very small, gorey wheels that let it sit near ground level. The trains WERE ground level at times. People had to traverse the tracks to get to certain stations. The trains would go up the stairs.

You'd hear a soft beep, and a light would shine above wherever you were. Seconds later the train would pass through, ruthlessly crushing anyone still in the path as it came by, and leaving nothing but a red stain on the floor.

There were times the trains would endlessly pass by, leaving you paralyzed in the corner as they filled the halls, blocking your path.

If a part of you was caught outside the door, it would be broken, and torn off by a wall. The train would almost immediately come to full speed, a very jolting experience. They would otherwise get you where you needed to go, with inhuman efficiency.

Despite being a place for transport, one could live their entire life in the subway. There were sometimes shops in the train cars, and there were many more in the subway, and most importantly in places the trains couldn't reach. There were hotels too, but many homeless people would live their lives deep in the tunnels, in the most hostile places. Many found places with gaps wide enough for people between the passing trains. They'd traverse the underground with a sort of tenacity that was hard to describe, living despite the place's insistence that you die.

Keep in mind there were many many people dying in this system, it was a regular occurrence for someone to disappear in the subway. But by far the most would be the homeless. Only the most daring could last more than a single evening down there.

As for why they didn't sleep in the train cars, there were also the cleaners. They would clean the trains of blood and debris in the few places they stopped. They would often throw vagabonds out of the cars, usually onto the tracks. The most cruel among them would have such a gentle, caring hand the poor bastard wouldn't even wake up to notice he was now in the path of a stampeding locomotive. They'd cheer as the body was swallowed whole by steel wheels.

It might be more accurate to call the subway a labyrinth, since there were so many levels to the tunnels, and the trains moved freely throughout them. All the same, the trains moved throughout the tunnels, never late or early even by a second. Like the parts of a well maintained clock they moved.

The subway mostly consisted of bright, yellow-green tiles that covered the walls. The floors were a dull yellow, with bright yellow markers showing where the tracks were. The tracks were not like regular tracks, and more like invulnerable grates. Easy enough to walk on, the train's wheels fell through them. Most of it was well lit, with exception for the tunnels, which pass by quickly inside of the trains. For the brave, the tunnels were rusty and full of concrete pillars. It was dry with exception of the occasional splatter found on or near tracks. Eventually the cleaners would get rid of the stains. Nobody has ever seen a cleaner outside of their suit, same color as the floor, with tools and armored bits made of the same material as the tracks. They had carts that could move along the tracks at good speed, but had no power to even push people in front of it.

#macrophage thoughts #macrophage dream journal

[writerleo86]

Terravenger Season 6 - The Twilight Arc - Episode 526 (Do Not Copy) - 03.14.2024

    During the afternoon, the groups of the Midas Armed Forces' soldiers hurried through the opened gates of the large Pelican City. And a great war began between them and a large army of black-garbed soldiers led by a rejuvenated villainess named Aika.

    The noble Victoria Sidney led the Midas City soldiers while the commander Beau Ravenstone ran through the battles along with his general Kastano and the young detective -- Mercury Fakinos.

    Mercury who ran by Beau's right side had worn a bright blue shirt with the sleeves lowered to his wrists. And placed on the top of his left sleeve was his family crest. He had on a pair of pale-blue jeans with a white belt around the top that had a golden buckle. He also had on fingerless white gloves, gray protectors lowering from his knees, and black boots with silver caps covering the toes. Over his shirt was an opened white coat which had a pair of pockets on each side of its front, a white hood lowering to his back, and his MAF badge on the top pocket at the front left side. And his coat didn't have sleeves.

    Seven of the wicked soldiers arrived before them. Then a swift Kastano began fighting the villains while both Beau and Mercury continued running forward. And more of the soldiers from Midas City hurried to assist their general.

    Once the pair reached the middle of the empty city, they spotted another large set of hooded warriors guarding a tall gate made of white marble. But before Beau could battle, another pair of heroes appeared from a flash before him and Mercury.

    The soldier standing in front of Mercury at the right side was the protective Leora Archer. While the back part of her brown hair was tied into a low tail, she wore a long-sleeved white shirt underneath her navy-blue flak-jacket with her MAF badge placed on its front left side. She also had on a pair of baggy pale-brown pants and brown gloves. And she wore a pair of protective black shoes.

    Meanwhile, a younger soldier remained guarding the commander at the left side. His name was Bradley Maddox. He had light skin, pointy ears, clear blue eyes, and white hair that lowered past his ears. He wore a protective sea-green top with a thick golden collar, golden shoulder pads, and white armor covering his chest. On the top middle of the armor was the Neptune symbol while his MAF badge remained on the left side. Covering each wrist was a golden gauntlet with a turquoise oval at the center along with a black glove. He also had on a pair of bright blue jeans with a vertical white stripe at one side of each leg. Wrapped on each knee and ankle were golden pads. And he had on a pair of short black boots.

    Bradley threw his fists forward and fired a small metallic ball from each gauntlet before the hooded warriors. The balls quickly exploded into a cloud of dark smoke which gathered around the villains.

    Then Bradley told his commander "Dr. Archer and I will handle these guys, Sir. You two just press on to where you need to go."

    One of the hooded men hurried out from the smoke and was struck on his chest by both palms of the quick Archer after standing in a horse-like position. The villain slowly fell face down on the ground as Archer faced forward in a basic stance for battle.

    And both Beau and Mercury proceeded through the confused warriors as the other pair continued to stand ready to fight.

    An excited Bradley implied "This is going to be interesting since I've never seen you throw down before."

    Archer gave a soft laugh and informed him "Well, be prepared. I'm not a weak and little kitten that many people think I am."

    "Says who?" yelled Bradley. "I'll correct whoever lied about you!"

    The pair of Beau and Mercury finally arrived near the entrance of an old building that was large and had three floors.

    Mercury informed him "I will go and scout for an alternate entrance into the building."

    Beau shook his head and responded "That isn't a bad idea. Just be cautious."

    And Mercury hurried off after he said "You as well Sir."

    Standing on one of the highest branches of a large tree that started the woods was a familiar figure with their arms folded. It was the mysterious young woman with fair skin, brown eyes, and a slender body. Her black hair nearly reached her shoulders as a long red lock came down from within the right side. She had on thin black eyeliner, ruby-red lipstick, and orange polish on her fingernails. She wore a buttoned white shirt with a fine collar and a long red tie. And her sleeves were lifted to the top of her wrists. She had on a small sky-blue skirt along with a fingerless blue glove with orange at the top covering her right hand. She also wore a long navy-blue stockings and dark-brown shoes. And placed at the bottom of her tie was her pale-violet skull symbol that had three black spots on the forehead.

    She gave a cute smile and asked "So you want me to help me out?"

    Standing on the left branch of another tree by her was the mysterious person dressed in a collared gray shirt, a black suit, black shoes, and a thick white watch wrapped around their left wrist.

    The figure held his large brown handbag with their right hand as the high-spirited woman lowered her head with a big smile.

    Then the woman wrapped her arms behind her head and replied "Fine. I'll help the cute guy out. But you better be ready."

    And she disappeared after a quick flash as the mysterious stalker stood on the branch of another tree.

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 526:  Twilight -- The Battle Between Light and Chaos Begins

    Laying unconscious on a long white platform was the youth Duo Storms while the sinister Mother Blight stood by his feet. And the old woman was surrounded by two figures covered in hooded black robes.

    Mother Blight gave a sly grin and reported "Gentlemen. The honorable flock from Midas City have come to perform a daring rescue."

    The hooded figure standing by her right side had informed in an elderly male voice "Two of them have entered into the compound."

    Mother Blight closed her eyes and responded "I have not felt this particular ki in so long."

    She soon faced forward and reported "One of the intruders. Their ki. It has risen. But I know well that this belongs to him, one Thomas Leon Faust."

    The hooded man standing by the woman's left side informed her in a younger male voice "I shall contend with Thomas Faust. He will be one of the final ones that are sacrificed to our lord and father."

    And the one at the right side directed "Then the Raven will mine to battle. One of our lives shall be given to our lord in order to grant the perfect passage from his long imprisonment."

    The hooded man by her left side informed Mother Blight "You must be the one to perform the ritual."

    Mother Blight shook her head and answered "Of course. I am capable of going through the ceremony and completing with no mistake. Although I will need more supplies in order for the ceremony to begin."

    "I shall leave the ceremony to you, Disciple," said the hooded man at the right.

    Somewhere in the dark cathedral, the emotionless Mephistopheles stood at the center of small candles that lit blue flames.

    The long pale-blue hair of the blue-skinned demon was slicked back and tied into a low tail. And growing from the top of his head were his purple horns. He wore a buttoned black shirt with long sleeves and a fine collar with a long purple tie. Knitted on the knot of the tie was a golden pendant that had a red gem at the center while a silver pendant remained on the tie's bottom. Over his shirt was a buttoned coat with black at the left side and purple at the right. He had on a pair of white pants with vertical black lines on each leg. He had a thick black belt held by a silver buckle that was shaped as a skull and a pair of thick black gloves. And he wore dark-purple socks along with shiny black slippers.

    The ceiling that was made of two doors slowly opened as the calm demon floated above. Once he stood as if the air below him was flat, the wicked lord looked forward and spotted another person floating down before him.

    Mephistopheles had asked in a calm voice "And who might you be?"

    The druid named Kirk Tucson faced him with determination and responded "I am one of the last druids you thought were killed."

    The demon analyzed the doctor using only his wicked eyes until he asked "There are only a handful of you left among the living?"

    Tucson informed him "I am here to purify all evil, and that includes you -- the Bringer of Chaos."

    Mephistopheles slowly shook his head and replied "I only wish to rebuild this entire world by purging all that threatens it. Only a harmless goal."

    "You want to recreate the world in your image," implied Tucson. "Your only goal is to dominate every planet with your chaotic powers and influence. And I'll make sure that doesn't happen."

    The Bringer gave a quick smirk and told his enemy "You haven't the power to cease my existence, Young One. You are only a mere mortal with lesser abilities. In short, you alone have no power here."

    Tucson lowered his head while he placed his hands inside the pockets of his pants.

    He soon informed the careless demon "You may have killed many of my clan, but only one elder remained. And he was the one who taught me everything I know, from A to Z."

    Tucson quickly stared at his enemy with a golden light shining from his eyes. A large explosion soon came before the druid after a barrage of small lines made of his golden light struck the demon's feet. And smoke began to cover the area where Mephistopheles once stood.

    Tucson gave a quick grin and cried "You might as well come out. You ain't fooling anyone with that substitution."

    After much of the smoke cleared, the rest gathered before Tucson and formed into the regal-like Mephistopheles.

    "It appears..." claimed Mephistopheles. "...I must defend myself and my beliefs against such blasphemy after all."

    First, he waved his right hand away in a crescent pattern. Five large balls of red energy soon emerged from his wave and shot to his target. And Tucson destroyed all the projectiles using a globe of shining green light he formed around him.

    Second, Tucson threw his right palm forward as the globe of his green light remained around him.

    "Ki Limelight!" He yelled. "Sacred Blades!"

    Long spears quickly blew from the globe to his target. Mephistopheles with a wicked grin blew his hands forward.

    "Holy Reflection!" He softly called.

    Every projectile from the shining barrage soon formed into small black clouds.

    Mephistopheles whispered "Field of Misery!"

    A hand made of old bones emerged from each cloud and fired out a barrage of small balls made of dark-green energy.

    As the barrier continued to guard him, the clever Tucson blew both his hands forward.

    "Ki Limelight!" He called. "Deep White Forest Emergence!"

    Small circles of bright white energy formed around him which brought forth long branches made of the same energy to wrap around each of the dark projectiles.

    More of the black clouds formed above the opponents. And a startled Tucson spotted the barrage of dark-green energy shooting from the hands that emerged from each cloud.

    Mephistopheles told his opponent "Bring yourself into my great light!"

    As he gave more of his energy, Tucson formed a large dome of his white light above him.

    "Ki Limelight!" He called. "White Pegasus Formation!"

    The front of the rectangular structure took the form of a horse's head. It opened its mouth. And the horse-like structure began draining the dark-green energy balls.

    After every projectile vanished completely, the calm demon kept his palms forward as many black trees began growing around the two warriors.

    Mephistopheles called out "Dark Release! Flowing Forest of the Sacred!"

    From the tip of each branch formed a black rose which released a large cloud of purple fog which covered the entire area.

    Tucson looked forward at the destructive gas while the barrier of bright green light continued to shield him.

    And the yellow-eyed druid cried "No! I must stop the cloud before it moves toward the armies!"

[mmorpg-escapism]

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BESANY AJANA

Nickname: Bes Age: Early 20s Nameday: 25th Sun of the Third Umbral Moon Race: Moonkeeper Miqo'te Gender: Cis female Orientation: Questioning, probably bisexual Profession: Warrior of Light

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair: Purple with white highlights Eyes: Pale green Skin: Caucasian, barely tanned. Tattoos & Scars: Faded Keeper markings. Visible scar over left eye from the first encounter with Zenos. Other scarring from cuts and burns not visible since she keeps her body covered in armor as much as possible (and I have not yet done Crimes to actually put them on her)

FAMILY

Parents: Orphaned, twice. Bio parents are unnamed (she can't remember, and only refers to them as father and mother). Her father was the last surviving member of Gunnhildr's Blades, and they were killed by the Empire when she was 6. Adopted parents are Daren and Liora Ajana, a pair of Hrothgar merchants who found and then adopted her a year later. They died in the Bozja Incident. Siblings: One younger biological brother, deceased. Grandparents: Never met. Other: Marsak Apella recruited her into the Bozjan Resistance and trained her in the use of her father's gunblade. He became a father figure for her for the duration of her time there.

SKILLS

Abilities: Finely honed martial skill with a sword and gunblade. Has extremely limited use of aether manipulation abilities inherited from her mother due to side effect of the Bozja Incident- she cannot wield magic of any kind, has to expend a lot of effort attune to an Aetheryte, and can only actually teleport with a "boost" from someone else. This drove her to train very hard to be the best at what she can do to make up for it, so her fundamentals are flawless and her guard is unbreakable. She has a very good sense of hearing, making it nearly impossible to sneak up on her unless she lets you. Hobbies: Fishing! She likes her hobbies to be practical, a side effect of not growing up in a safe environment. Fishing was silent enough to keep her fed without giving away her position, and eventually turned into something she could do to relax. She's taken up cooking as well, with... limited success.

TRAITS

Most positive trait: Despite (or perhaps because of) the horrible things she's experienced starting at such a young age, she will go out of her way to help people who need it the most however she can. She's had to learn how to balance this with self-advocacy so that it doesn't take time away from self-care. She doesn't want anyone to hurt the way she has. Most negative trait: Stubbornness. Once her mind is made up about someone or something, it is almost impossible to change it. It also makes her friends and found family nervous because it manifests as a refusal to back down from a fight, no matter how outmatched she is.

LIKES

Colors: Darker shades of blue and black. Smells: The scent of a wood fire, freshly roasted fish, and autumn leaves. Textures: Soft fabrics. Cured leather grips. Smooth wood. Drinks: Most kinds of juice, or just a cool glass of water. She can't handle hard stuff, so she never can remember what it tastes like in order to form a preference (and is kept away from it in general).

OTHER DETAILS

Smokes: Not even once, by way of lack of access or peer pressure Drinks: She's not allowed near the stuff unsupervised. She's a mean drunk and it doesn't take much. Drugs: None. She's only had the opportunity to do any of these in unsafe situations, and she refuses to alter her mental state unless she knows she'll be safe for however long they last. Mount Issuance: She has a Chocobo from Ishgard in the stables but she largely prefers her own two feet where possible. Been Arrested: A lot, mostly on purpose. She's adept at escaping Garlean prisons, to the point where the Bozjan Resistance would let her get arrested on purpose to rescue their members. She's out of practice now, though, so her status as the Warrior of Light is a get out of jail free card if she needs it.

Tagged by @gatheredfates <3

I've skimmed my dash and I think everyone I could tag already has been? So if you haven't and want to do this one, here's your chance!

#a realm rewritten: asks and memes #a realm rewritten: characters

[foxgirl95]

Back Into the Fray Ch.7: Marshal of the Sands

Chapter Description: Mando and Cobb Vanth strike a deal to kill the Krayt dragon.

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In the aftermath, the town residents slowly crept from their hidey holes and began to rebuild the damage the giant worm-like creature had caused. One of the townspeople had alerted Mando that the speeder they came in on had been buried in the sand. Anai needed a moment to herself, deciding to leave the child to toddle after his father while she dug it out. It needed minor repairs and Cobb Vanth was more than happy to offer the help of a kid who dabbled in mechanics. If anything it would be a learning experience, even if she did begrudgingly agree to it. Anai sat on the raised porch instructing the young person, presumably a teenager,  where to solder the wires together and tighten a few bolts. She tuned into the conversation as Mando and Vanth sauntered by “But a krayt dragon is too much for me to take on alone. Help me kill it, I’ll give you the armor.” The Marshal offered which Mando took a moment to consider “Deal. I’ll ride back to the ship, blow it out of the sand from the sky, use the bantha as bait.”

“Not so simple. The ship passes above, it senses the vibrations, stays underground.” The marshal sighed looking off into the distance, they must've tried that one already “But I know where it lives.”

“How far?”

“Not far.”

Mando turns to Anai as she as the townie kept working on the speeder “That about done?” The mechanic waved him off “Hold on, you can’t go rushing near perfection.” He tilted his helmet to the side “Near perfection?” The Mandalorian teased. She turned to him, raising her arms to the expanse of the town “We are in the middle of-!” She looked down seeing the kid at her side moving her hands to cover his big ears before continuing “Butt-Fuck nowhere!” She removed her hands returning to the speeder “You get what you get.” The marshal let out a hearty laugh “I like her.” He smirked.

It didn’t take long to finish repairs and they were off into the sands once again. Anai clung to the back of Mando as he came alongside the marshal’s speeder; which she noted looked like a refurbished pod racer engine. “You don’t understand what it was like.” Vanth started “The town was on its last legs. It started after we got news of the Death Star blowing up. The second one, that is.” He winked through his goggles at Anai “Thanks for that by the way.” The mechanic only nodded at the acknowledgment. He went on to tell them of how the Mining Collective moved in after the Empire and turned the town into a slave camp. Also that the Jawas had given him the armor in exchange for silicax crystals he had taken off into the desert with. He had saved the town and its people from a fate considered worse than death by most. If Anai was honest she was impressed and at the very least she thought Mando’s mind could be put at ease as it seemed he had used the armor honorably. They slowed as they came to the narrow passageway of a canyon when a sudden guttural growl reverberated against the stone walls. Both speeders quickly came to a stop; they all immediately jumped off, taking cover, and aiming their blasters to the rocks ahead. The air was tense as each of them looked for a possible ambush when a small pack of mastiffs melted from the shadows howling towards them in warning. Anai’s eyes went to Mando as she noticed his shoulders relax and he rose to his feet putting a hand to his helmet where his mouth should be letting out his own Tusken howl in response. Setting his blaster back on the speeder he made his way over to the scaly creatures. “What the hell you doin’?” Vanth called as the armored man passed him and the armored man only offered him a calm raise of his hand for them to let him deal with this. Turning back to the four-legged creatures he made a series of soft sounds that made the leader playfully wag its non-existent tail before running up to Mando getting some well-deserved pats and scratches. Anai couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face, his ever-exposed softness always reminding her of the man that lingered under the armor. She stood as a group of Tuskens decided to appear, putting down her blaster as Mando began communicating with them. Where they were calm though the Marshal was completely unnerved, tightly holding his weapon against him “Hey, partner, you want to tell me what’s going on?” The Mandalorian simply turned back stating “They want to kill the krayt dragon, too.”

They were led to the village of the Tuskens, around a fire a few sat with the Mandalorian and his current traveling party. Anai was at his side where the child resided in her lap lazily holding onto her thumb as they watched the negotiations. One Tusken held some sort of fruit in its hands breaking the shell of it and offering it to Vanth who looked at the fruit disgusted “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“You drink it.” Mando simply stated.  He sniffed the offending fruit, his nose wrinkling at the smell “It stinks.” The Marshal complained. Anai watched the way Mando’s body started to stiffen, he was getting frustrated “Do you want their help?”

“Not if I have to drink this.” Thankfully she was wearing her visor so he couldn’t see how she rolled her eyes. Suddenly the Tusken closest to him started grunting and signing rather angrily.

“He says your people steal their water,” Mando translated “And now you insult them by not drinking it.” He continued “They know about Mos Pelgo. They know how many Sand People you killed.”

The more that was said the more offended Vanth became  “They raided our village!” He blurted out “I defended the town!”

“Lower your voice.” Mando warned as Anai put a hand over her ear closest to the yelling. The noise was stinging her eardrum.

“I knew this was a bad idea.”

“You’re agitating them.”

“These monsters can’t be reasoned with” Suddenly everyone was on their feet and in each other's faces “Sit back down before I put a hole through ya!” Anai noticeably winced at his voice and the child cooed worriedly at her catching Mando’s attention, alarm bells began ringing in his head. Okay, he’d had enough. With a flick of his wrist the flamethrower activated making it clear he was more than frustrated with all of them. He rose to his feet letting the flame die before sternly signing to the Tuskens. “What are you telling them?” The now seated Marshall all but demanded.

“Same thing I’m telling you.” The sound of Mando’s strained but level voice quickly spoke “If we fight amongst ourselves, the monster will kill us all.” There was a pause as he looked at each of them around the fire “Now, how do we kill it?” Cobb Vanth looked down at the fruit in his hand again turning his nose up at it when Anai poked her head around Mando “Will you just drink it, before I shove it somewhere you don’t want it to be.” She growled while rubbing her ringing ear, and the child in her lap giggled at the prospect of seeing just where that might be. The Marshal gave her an incredulous look before reluctantly gulping it down.

Soon enough into the rest of the conversation, the little one in Anai’s lap yawned, his ears drooping as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. He turned himself into his caretaker’s stomach, nuzzling into the softness he found there. The mechanic smiled as she gently rubbed circles into his back “Someone’s ready for bed.” The Tusken who had been singing to Mando started pointing into their lines of Hutts. His helmet swiveled to her “They said we’re welcome to take shelter with them tonight.” One of the other Tuskens stood waving for her to follow them “Go ahead.” Mando instructed, “We’ll join you when we’re done here.” Anai simply nodded, pulling the child up to her shoulder as she rose to her feet and followed after the masked being to a hut in the center of the village. It wasn’t very big she noted as she ducked through the cloth door but it was a good place to lay your head. She smiled politely to the Tusken as they switched on a lamp that hung from the ceiling, lifting her visor from her eyes and  feeling content she bowed her head lightly hoping it conveyed her sincerity “Thank you for your hospitality.” The other only nodded in return before scurrying out the door once again. The child cooed sleepily against her shoulder and Anai sighed “I know Bachsu na, let me get us set up here.” There were a few sleeping pallets on the floor and it seemed someone had been kind enough to bring her backpack inside. Good, she kneeled next to a pallet dragging her pack over to dig through it before producing her blanket. Wrapping the little one up in it she laid down into the softness of the makeshift bed kicking off her boots in the process. She laid the bundle up baby next to her earning a whine as he was jostled around “There we go.” She reached down, undoing her holster belt liberating it from her waist, and setting it nearby just in case. As the mechanic finally settled she put a hand over the little one’s tummy and started rhythmically patting him as she hummed her lullaby from their first night together almost a year ago. Mando and Vanth entered the hut a few hours later, the Marshall still looking unsure about the situation he'd found himself in. Mando ignored the man looking down at the sight before him, Anai and his son were both sound asleep. They looked so cozy and warm…there went his head again. He needed this to stop, the thoughts he was having about his companion were unnecessary and confusing. He was a Mandalorian for maker’s sake, he didn’t do warm and cozy, he didn’t fantasize about some woman he barely knew running her fingers along his skin as she whispered sweet words to him, and he didn’t like the way it brought a warmth to his chest. Except he did and he wanted to punch himself for it, maybe he was getting soft…too soft. “You good partner?” Vanth finally asked, confusingly interrupting Mando’s staring session. The armored man didn’t answer as he frustratingly moved to the pallet at the other end of the hut as far as he could get from them. The marshal only shrugged as he crawled into his place between them, creating the oh-so-needed buffer Mando craved at the moment.

By morning Mando was the first one up and out of the hut before he could allow himself to seek the view of his crew. They all rose not too long after and Cobb Vanth cracked a witty joke about how Anai’s hair must come alive in her sleep with how messy it gets. Mando was almost upset he’d missed seeing a view like he had the morning before but no he shouldn’t be. It was decided during a quick soupy breakfast that they would continue their journey to the dragon’s home this time joined by the Tuskens. They replaced their speeders with Bantha’s who were trained to lay on the ground as they loaded up. Anai watched from a distance as the armored man brought their things to the beast they were to share “I uh…I don’t know about this.” She shuffles her feet in the sand nervously as Mando loads his weapons onto the Bantha the sand people had given them “Are we sure we can’t take the speeders?” He finishes strapping on the kid's designated satchel and sighs “There’s too much of a risk the dragon will know we’re coming.” He grunts as he throws a leg over the creature’s back “C’mon,” The Mandalorian raised a gloved hand as he beckoned her to him, noticing a shift in her stance as she stared at his extended hand “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Anai gave him a look “I’m not afraid, it’s just…I’ve never ridden an animal before they’re unpredictable…” He rolled his eyes behind the helmet “You’ll be fine, now get on.” The mechanic took hesitant steps before reaching to grab his hand and pull herself up “Okay…it’s all good everything’s fine.” She reassured herself as Mando made a clicking noise commanding the Bantha to stand. Anai gasped, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into his back, not even caring if his jet pack was digging into her. Suddenly that feeling he had been avoiding all morning came rushing through him, and he internally basked in it. There was no time for it though as he lightly knocked his heel against the beast prompting it to move forward “See you’re fine.” He allowed himself to tease her only earning him a displeased grunt in return. They made short work of reaching where the monster had decided to make its home. Their party set up in the rocks adjacent to a large cave opening as one of the Tuskens started their way down to it with one of the Bantha in tow. Anai sat atop the cliff face with the child next to her as she pulled her visor over her eyes to watch what was going to happen “They say it lives there. They say it sleeps.” She heard Mando tell the Marshall “It lives in an abandoned Sarlacc pit.”

“Lived on Tatooine my whole life.” She could tell he was giving Mando a look from the tone of his voice. “There’s no such thing as an abandoned Sarlacc pit.”

“There is if you eat the Sarlacc.”

‘Well, that’s concerning’ Anai thought, having been on Tatooine several times it was hard to imagine an all-consuming Sarlacc getting eaten itself.

“They’re laying out a bantha to protect the settlement.” Mando continued explaining what exactly they were doing here “They’ve studied its digestion cycle for generations.” Even in this scary moment, his calm voice had a soothing edge to it like a narrator in an old Holo nature doc show the mechanic might have watched years ago “They feed the dragon to make it sleep longer. Watch, the dragon will appear.” The Tusken down below set the Bantha in place before screaming into the rather large opening and then booking it back as fast as they could. As they ran the ground shook, scaring the mount to move forward in fright. The Tusken was being thrown off balance making them trip over their robes several times. They were scared and they had a right to be, the dragon was near. Suddenly there was a break in the sand and the monster reared its ugly head to strike down its prey. The child at Anai’s side quickly toddled over burying his face into her the leather of her jacket and she instinctively placed a hand on his back to protect him from whatever was about to happen. The dragon’s head almost lazily creeped along the sand, its mouth open and drooling, missing the bait entirely and instead chomping down on its handler before taking shelter once again. The other Tuskens jumped back a bit in fear of seeing one of their own eaten by the monster. “They might be open to some fresh ideas.” Mando commented to the Marshall as Anai lifted the visor from her eyes “Yikes…” She whispered before looking down at the kid at her side “It's over now, it’s okay.” He peeked up at her with teary eyes and his hands trembling “Oh…” Anai felt as though her heart was gonna break for the little guy “Don't worry we’re not sticking around here.” She turned to Mando, almost pleading, “We should get out of here before that thing decides whether or not it’s still hungry.” The armored man nodded and in record time they loaded onto their mounts again back to the Tusken village.

Once back Anai took the child with her grabbing her backpack and they found themselves a nice shady spot.  Anai dug through her pack producing a packet of jerky and dried berries she’d bought on Lothal and decided to save for the little one’s snack times. The mechanic plopped down on the ground, placing the child next to her, breaking off a piece of jerky and grabbing a berry, giving them both over to a pair of grabby green hands. After a while, the rest of the party came to join them in the shade. The Mandalorian made a quick turn in their direction as he silently watched his child take more snacks from his companion “Is he doing alright?” He suddenly asked, causing Anai to turn her gaze up at him “He’s fine now, just got a little scared that’s all.” She gestured to the packet in her hands “Figured this would help.” He nodded in agreement before crouching down next to the little green one and lightly stroking one of those big ears mimicking how his companion so often had “It’s alright to be scared, kid.” The little one stared up at Mando’s visor as he spoke “But as long as I’m around I promise I’ll protect you.” The child cooed his ears moving up and down seemingly understanding. Anai smiled at the interaction, he had changed so much since their first meeting “Fatherhood has done you well Merichetara.” She commented and his visor found her eyes “That so?” He asked, uncertain of her meaning. She nodded “Mmhm, I may not know you as well as your other friends but even I can tell you’ve changed. Still that hard exterior but you’re getting all soft on the inside.”

“You think I’m soft?” He asked, sounding a little offended.

“Not in a bad way!” She quickly explained, “I’m just saying you’re letting your heart show, and it’s…endearing.”

He grunted in response, mulling over her words in that metallic dome of his before speaking again “So, friends…is that what we are?”

Anai let out a chuckle “I sure hope we are! Unless you’re still upset about the other night.”

“I was never upset.” He quickly stated “And is that what we are…friends.” That was an answer that satisfied his compa- no his friend as she gave him a toothy grin “Good, cause I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Mando let out his own huff of amusement before his attention was caught by the Tuskens sitting together around something they were making and Vanth was hovering over them curiously. The armored man got to his feet and joined them in a few strides now standing next to the Marshall. “What are the bones?” He asked as the sand people bickered amongst themselves.

“That’s the krayt dragon.” Mando simply stated.

“And those little rocks?” He asked again, gesturing to the scene.

“That’s us.”

“It’s not to scale.”

“I think it is.” The Mandalorian argued with a nod.

“Can’t be. That’s too big.”

Mando made a few gestures to the closest Tusken and they confirmed his query “It’s to scale.”

Anai appeared next to them holding the child on her hip, having listened to the conversation “Damn, it’s huge…” Vanth nodded in agreement “I’ve only seen its head and neck.” He admitted, “It’s bigger than I guessed.” He leaned a bit closer as the sand people continued their discussion “Might be time to rethink our arrangement.” One of the wrapped beings seemingly asked Mando a question and he answered in kind before another tribe member sprinkled more pebbles onto the ground “That’s more like it.” The Marshal quietly remarked, “Where are they getting the reinforcements?”

Mando shrugged, “I volunteered your village.” Anai spared a glance at the Marshal and it took everything she had not to laugh at his wide-eyed expression. She knew he was probably wishing Mando had just shot him and gotten it over with.

Their little troop ended up staying one more night with the tuskens, the Mandalorian still refusing to sleep anywhere near his new confirmed friend. The next morning they were on speeders again headed back to Mos Pelgo. “They attacked us less than a year ago. Killed half a dozen of us by the mining camp.” Cobb Vanth suddenly spoke as they parked the speeders in front of the cantina and he dismounted “I’d say I took down about twice as many Tuskens.” It was clear he wasn’t exactly confident in this plan of Mando’s.“The town respects you.” The armored man reminded him, “My guess is, they’ll listen to reason.” The marshal only gave him a skeptical frown “I wouldn’t be so sure.” He then walked off to call a town meeting. Anai and Mando shared a questioning gaze for a moment before climbing off their own speeder and following him with the child in tow. When everyone was gathered inside, Cobb Vanth stood against the bar with Mando beside him while Anai and the child sat upon stools beside them, gave his speech to the crowd as honestly and delicately as possible. They were all on board to trade the armor for help with the Krayt Dragon. Then he got to the part about working with the Tusken village and they all erupted into a rage. Mando sighed “Kriff…”

“I kind of expected that.” Anai spoke up beside him “Looks like you’re up Merichetara.” She gave him a hardy couple of pats on the cloth part of his shoulder “Give ‘em a good old pep talk.” He shook his head, pushing himself up from the bar and stepping closer to the crowd. “I’ve seen the size of that thing, it will swallow your entire town when the fancy hits it.” They had quieted now listening to the silvery Mandalorian intently “You’re lucky Mos Pelgo isn’t a sand field already.” A few of them looked at one another knowing he spoke the truth “I know these people. They are brutal, but so is the Dune Sea. They’ve survived for thousands of years in these sands and they know the krayt dragon better than anyone here. They are raiders, it’s true. But they also keep their word. We have struck a deal.” He paused just a moment to let his words sink in “If we are willing to leave them the carcass and its ichor, they will stand by our side in battle and vow never to raise a blaster against this town until ONE OF YOU breaks the peace.” Mando had now said his piece and stepped back to the bar as Anai leaned forward with a smile “That was impressive.” She whispered as her eyes scanned the room “I think you’ve convinced them.” The child cooed in agreement beaming with pride up at his dad and seeing that the armored man held his head a little higher. The town held a vote and it was unanimously decided they would fight alongside their former enemy to rid themselves of a shared problem. With that they started making plans the first thing obviously was to assess the weapons situation, without the proper firepower there was no way this plan would work. They made their way to a warehouse at the edge of town, opening the armored doors to reveal a mass of explosives they normally used for their mining operations along with an array of blasters and ammunition. Mando and Cobb stood in the door as a few townspeople moved around them “Think it’ll work?” The Marshal asked. The armored man tipped his head to the side as he replied “It better, joining forces is their only hope.” Just as he spoke, familiar figures appeared on the horizon, a long line of sand people on the backs of banthas. Anai stood off to the side placing the child atop a stack of crates, her eyes moving to survey the townies. Needless to say none of them were too outwardly pleased and the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a vibroblade. The little one cooed beside her and Anai only sighed “Strap in kid, this is gonna be a bumpy ride.”

After a few tense moments, Cobb Vanth and Mando greeted the tribe, conveying what jobs they would be allocated to working alongside their former enemies. Anai volunteered herself to help as well much to the shock of both men, she hadn’t been involved in this whole thing and the only answer she could offer was that she was “bored out of her mind”. After she started working though Mando found himself going quiet on the subject. She’d removed her leather jacket, her arms now bare with the tank top she’d chosen to wear, the toned muscles under her skin flexing each time she picked up a crate loaded down with weapons or ammo placing it onto a cart. He hadn’t realized she was physically strong, not that he thought she was weak either though certainly nowhere near the level of the drop trooper Cara Dune or his Mandalorian brother Paz Vizsla but the strength of one who had worked hard their entire life. He wondered about her constantly still oh so curious about her origins and what she had gone through before the rebellion. He’d been able to turn his attention to the situation at hand to keep these people from killing each other but it was only temporary. She was a mystery only letting him see what she wanted him to, it was jarring. Usually, he was the one everyone was curious about, was this what it was like? Wanting to pry into something he didn’t understand but walking on eggshells at times worried he’d accidentally offend her. The Mandalorian’s thoughts halted for a moment when Anai was approached by a Tusken holding out one of their watery fruits to her. She smiled at them dipping her head in thanks as she took it into her gloved hands. Suddenly there was a clattering sound to his right and he turned in time to see an explosive hit the ground. He'd be lying if he said his heart didn’t drop into his stomach for a split second. After it didn’t explode and kill them all, the man who had handed it off to a Tusken lost his cool “Hey! What are you doing?!” He screamed at the top of his lungs in a rightfully panicked manner “That’s an explosive! Are you trying to blow the whole place up?!” The other retaliated with its own uninterrupted screams, luckily Vanth stepped between them “Take it easy. It was an accident, okay?” He got them to separate for the moment and he was again gifted one of the sacred fruits. Mando let out a sigh of relief and turned back to his unsolicited gawking when his dark visor suddenly met those green eyes of hers. Still frozen in place either fruit in one hand and her other clutching the arm of the Tusken beside her and he assessed she was coming down from her panic. They continued their shared gaze a while longer but were interrupted when the being beside her lightly tapped her hand. She jumped turning to them and though he couldn’t hear it he could tell she was apologizing. He wasn’t the best at reading lips but he was almost sure she said something along the lines of “I know we’re friends now cause we just shared a near-death experience.” It may have been a half-joke but it seemed to at the very least be reassuring to them. She took a moment to breathe before downing the water she’d been given. He internally applauded the strength she showed in holding her features appropriately, he knew what that stuff tasted like and it wasn’t good.

They had managed to finish preparations by nightfall; the sand people made camp a short distance from town while the locals retreated to their homes. There was no place in Mos Pelgo to rent a room so instead The Marshal offered up a small vacant building to the Mandalorian and his party. Anai handed off the little one’s bedtime duties to his dad this time and made a b-line for the bar. There were a few townies scattered about the inside; they didn’t turn to acknowledge her as she found a booth to slide into. Laying her visor on the table she tapped the side a few times and a series of droid beeps came through her earpiece “Hey Racket, just checking in. Things are getting pretty serious on this end, are you behaving for Peli?” Their conversation went on like this until a bottle of spotchka tapped lightly against the tabletop. The mechanic looked up to find Cobb Vanth standing there with two glasses in his other hand “Mind if I join you?”

“Uh…sure…” She awkwardly agreed before turning back to her visor “I gotta go bud, talk to you tomorrow.” The marshal took a seat across from her filling the glasses with the bright blue drink before sliding it over to her “Sorry to interrupt your call darlin’ but since you're here by your lonesome I thought I’d take the opportunity to talk to you.” She took hold of the glass bringing it up to her lips “No offense, but why?”

“Feels like all I’ve been doing these past few days is hanging around strangers.” He shrugged, “Hell I’m not even sure I know your name darlin’.” She gulped down the first shot easily and sighed “Well if it’ll keep you from calling me darlin’ the name’s Anai, just Anai, no last name. I’m too cool for those.” The man chuckled at her response as he repeated her name to himself “Pretty name, too bad your partner doesn't tend to use it.”

“It’s not like I mind or anything, he can do what he wants.” She shrugged though there was a small part of her that did mind as she filled her glass again “If you’re trying to get something out of me though I’d rather you just say it.” She peered up at him as she set the bottle back down “Flattery will get you very little.”

“Oh, you wound me Anai.” He dramatically placed his hand over his heart, faking a wince “Saw right through me did you?”

“I figured you’d get curious eventually, though I warn you I’ve only known Mando for a short while and there’s not much to tell.”

“Ah see you’re assuming there sweetheart.” He leaned forward, guiding his drink to his lips “I’m actually more interested in you, to be honest.” That made her stop as she stared at him over the rim of her glass “Me?” Anai scoffed, feeling rather perplexed, “Why me?” Vanth shrugged “The Mandalorian I get, he wants the armor because it belongs back with its people. The kid’s just along for the ride but you though…” he pointed at her as he grabbed hold of the bottle to pour another drink “I don’t get you, you helped out today but what are you getting out of this whole deal?”

“Is it so hard to believe someone can just do something and not want anything in return?”

“In this day and age very much so.” He chuckled, setting the bottle back down “Kindness freely given is rare, especially on this planet.” This time Anai nodded in agreement “Don’t I know it.” She lazily swirled the liquid in her cup as she continued “Maybe it’s the rebel in me or some complex sense of justice, cause if doing something means it’s the right thing then I want a hand in it no matter how small. I don’t have to push myself into the middle of it now like I used to, I choose to help and fight when I want and I’m not forced to.” The marshal nodded, taking in her words “I think I’m starting to get what you mean.” His lips curled into a smirk but the look in his eyes suggested his thoughts were somewhere else “I spent a good chunk of my life running from things I thought I’d never be free of, but then I came to this town and it became my sanctuary. I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to it or the people.” Anai couldn’t help the curve of her own lips at his words and lifted her glass towards his “Cobb Vanth, I think you and I just may have been cut from the same cloth.” The marshal only chuckled tapping his glass to hers “I second that thought.”

It was late, the three moons were high in the night sky and the Mandalorian was getting antsy. Anai hadn’t come back to their temporary housing yet and even though the bar was just down the way he wondered if she had drunk herself silly and gotten lost in the dark. Anything could’ve happened to her, that Krayt dragon wasn’t the only dangerous creature on this planet after all. No, if something like that happened he definitely would’ve heard her screams and she had night blindness. Right, even if she was drunk she’d never walk into a dark abyss that she couldn’t navigate. She wasn’t that stupid, at least he hoped that was the case….Then again the only reference he had for how Anai and alcohol mixed was the events on Nowhere. ‘Damn it.’ He rose to his feet, unable to take any more of his thoughts. Luckily the kid had passed out a long time ago so he quickly tucked a blanket around his little body and headed out the door. The armored man marched his way down the path to the cantina catching the attention of the Weequay barkeep “Your girl’s over there.” He nodded to a far wall across the room already knowing who he was seeking. His visor snapped in that direction just in time to see Anai down another shot of spotchka “She just emptied the bottle” The man continued “Kept our marshal good company.” That’s when Mando noticed Cobb Vanth passed out across from her, his arms crossed on the table and his head resting against them. He let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he had been holding and made his way over. Almost immediately her eyes found him drinking in his appearance like she had the alcohol “Don’t tell me you came all the way here for me Merichetara…” She called to him her eyes half-lidded with what he first thought was drunkenness but as he got closer he realized it was only tiredness. He put his arm against the wall of the booth now looming over her.

“Oh wow…” the words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them and there was a noticeable heat that spread through her. The way the light hit his armor and just the way he stood there was enough to make anyone weak in the knees. Mando had barely caught what she said but the way she looked up at him, the way her tongue darted out wetting her bottom lip. It was like he was a meal she was ready to devour and oh would he let her have him. Stop it! No, he had to fight back against these thoughts. The woman’s probably drunk out of her mind for maker’s sake! She couldn’t be conscious of what she was doing to him. But the idea of being the prey to her predator sounded oh so good. He quickly cleared his throat and stepped back putting both hands on his belt. “It’s late and we have an early start tomorrow, you should be in bed by now.” He did his best to sound normal but the way Anai quirked her eyebrow and smirked told him otherwise “Ah…So you’ve come to collect me then?” She stood pulling her visor across the tabletop as she did “Well…” She pressed a thumb to the bottom of his helmet forcing him to meet her eyes “How valiant of you Merichetara, maybe I should reward you.” He was putty in her hands, no one had come so close to his helmet since Sorgan, and the first time the movement wasn’t to remove it “I-It’s fine…” The Mandalorian stuttered before clearing his throat “There’s no need for that.” Anai only dropped her hand and shrugged “Whatever you say.” She moved past him towards the door patting his shoulder as she did. He watched her for a moment admiring the swing of her hips then he caught sight of the barkeep watching as well. The armored man audibly growled and the barkeep turned to him with a smirk “If I was you I’d keep an eye on that one.” Was all the man said before turning back to whatever task he’d resided himself to. Mando didn’t waste time stomping off after Anai, catching sight of her form walking along the raised path, one hand trailing against the building’s as she moved her visor still loosely hanging from her fingers in the other. “Hey.” He caught up with her grabbing a hold of her arm. “You shouldn’t walk blindly out here, you’ll get lost.” She merely chuckled “I think I can walk a few yards without losing my way. Besides, I made sure to count the steps back when the suns were out.” Mando was amazed not entirely by her ingenuity but by how well she was still with it as someone who had downed a whole bottle of spotchka. When they reached the door of their shared sleeping space he finally asked “There’s no way you're not intoxicated beyond your comprehension, right?” She paused for a moment, her eyes staring off into the cast darkness ahead of her, then simply answered “If you think I am, then I must be.” He didn’t get a chance to ask more as she slipped inside their quarters leaving him to stand and ponder just who or what she could be.

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The Day the Ocean Erupted

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Allusions to death, drowning, pain, storms, thunder, rain

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You remember the day the ocean erupted.

You’d been in your office, at 2 PM exactly, pen in hand and ink spotting your fingers, the culprits a stack of papers in the upper corner. The sun had filtered through your window and casted shining streamers on your desk as you wrote, typical of Liyue’s golden summers. You tapped your pen against your chin- how to phrase this next sentence? Should you focus on one or two types of silk? You hummed contemplatively, then scribbled a few more words. Sturdiness- that was important to mention in a report, especially one about something elegant like silk. The room filled with a comforting silence as you wrote word after word on the paper in the delicate warmth of the sun.

The first drop came and went without attention. But it was soon followed by another. And another. And another, until the sky was shedding all its tears into the streets and ocean of the city. Your pen had fallen from your grasp with a resounding clatter as you stood to peer outside the window, your eyes narrowed. Rain? In Liyue? Now? It was ridiculous.

Then something burst out of the ocean and you fell backwards in shock, pushing yourself away from the window despite being on one of the upper levels of the harbor. You rushed downstairs and pushed your door open, catching glimpses of an enormous serpentine creature rising from the waters as people rushed up and down the streets in a panic. The rain poured down in buckets, drenching everything and everyone, and all around there’s a frenzy of screaming, shouting, yelling, the same phrase reworded a thousand times, The Fatui did this, it’s the Fatui’s fault, the Fatui are to blame, and you could only think of one thing- your associate, your acquaintance, your companion.

Your friend.

Childe. Where was he? Vanished to the Golden House, they told you, but not as Childe, as Tartaglia, the Harbinger. For business, he said.

But soon you were swept up with the waves of screaming, and the thought had been lost.

That was weeks ago, when the Traveler had harnessed the power of the Adepti and defeated the old god Osial, with a final blow from Lady Ningguang’s Jade Chamber to seal him in the sea. The entire nation held its breath as Fatui activity wavered, dropped, then fizzled out completely. Life returned to normal, the seasons rolling by like a sigh of relief as reassuring whispers spread the news that the Fatui were finally, finally stopping their irritating interferences with the harbor.

You finish your final words and set your pen down, a thoughtful frown prominent on your face. You’ve never really been affected by the Fatui. For the most part they simply existed, a rumored plague on the Liyue Qixing with their endless meddling, but to you they were simple guards standing near doors and on the docks. On occasion when you had to wait there you would make conversation, to which most of them would respond to either in earnest or slightly tense surprise. For all their supposed horrid tendencies and practices and nosiness, you had found that many of the Fatui were, quite simply, people; people from a different nation and far away from home. People who had their own interests and likes and dislikes. People who had their own reasons and dreams and realities.

People who had all vanished when the last ripple in the ocean had stilled. And among them, your friend Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger Tartaglia. He was the only Fatui you would really consider a friend, the others being mere acquaintances. He was always teasingly kind to you, offering to get you a meal or asking to spend some offtime together. You, ever-suspicious, had often refused, but he was persistent and determined to chip down your walls one by one. And when they shook and crumbled your friendship had blossomed, despite the odd melancholy in his eyes whenever he looked at you, a question you never knew the answers to.

All this he was. But he was gone now, you suppose, following the tall, elegant woman you had seen exiting the Northland Bank to the mysterious depths of Inazuma. He looked so exhausted, outwardly appearing as tired as you sometimes felt inside, and your brow pinches.

You sigh and set your pen to the side before rising from your chair, cursing yourself for contemplating old memories. You don’t expect Childe to return anytime soon, if ever, so perhaps some thoughts are best left packaged in their pretty boxes scattered around the attic of your mind. The door swings open as you slip on your coat- it’s chilly outside, and you walk to the teashop for a new blend and distraction from the conflicting turmoil in your head.

The rain begins just as you hurry back home, having forgotten your umbrella in a moment of carelessness. Liyue’s winters, while cold and biting, never froze the storms that encroached almost every other day, instead letting icy droplets of slush fall on people’s backs and clothes. The clouds shield the few stars in the sky from view, blocking out the moon and turning the raindrops an inky black. You shove your door open and immediately shut and lock it again with a sigh of relief, shaking out your clothes and rubbing your chilled hands together. Your breathing is the only sound in the house, and your bones soon settle with a deep chill as the pressing quiet seems more and more foreboding. You cock your head to the side and hear an ever-so-faint rustling sound, and you pick up your weapon before making your way down the hall.

When you reach the living room you blink in surprise. Unlike what you expected, nothing is broken, not a dish is out of place, no drawers are flung open and riffled through. Nothing is wrong, nothing is out of order, your limited vision tells you, but a cold breeze sends goosebumps down your arms and you make your way over to the ajar window, very nearly bumping into furniture several times. You fumble with the latch and pull the window shut, dragging the curtain closed as if to cover the rain with elegant patterns and cloth, and for a few moments, you listen to the steady pour outside as it creates a chiming melody on the roof and glass.

Something breathes next to you. You whirl away in shock, clutching your weapon tightly. Something is here with you, watching you across the room, observing your every move as you hurry to light a match for some semblance of sight, the lamps in your house completely useless right now. The match strikes and connects, a yellow flame bursting to life, flickering like a firefly. You hold it up and come face-to-face with a single eye. Enormous and pearly, it gleams softly in the darkness, although whether it is blue or purple you cannot say. Sharp, plated red armor surrounds it, mask-like and curling into twin horns. The creature’s skin is also armored and bony, shades of purple and black with occasional splashes of red or silver, covered by a pair of translucent, sparkling wings like the deepest sea. It towers over you, claws and teeth razor sharp even in the persisting gloom, and you gasp and stumble away in terror. The starry wings and deep, rich colors, and the feeling it emanates, of being crushed and drowned by shining waves…

An Abyssal creature, some sort of monstrous beast from the depths of your world. It must be.

You back away from it, your chest tight with fear and the thought of death, of dying at the hands of this monster, holding your weapon so tightly you fear it might crack in your grip.

You’ve never been a fighter, only practical enough to keep a weapon you could use nearby. Between you and the creature, the creature would win with a simple swipe of its claws, and you would bleed out on the floor until you didn’t exist anymore, just another body lost to the infinite ocean.

But there is no attack, no clashing, no burning, searing pain, only a soft, sad whimper. You open your eyes and see the creature reaching out to you, crawling across the floor like standing causes it agony, as it lets out a broken and desperate wail. You take a step back again, then a step forward, your fear seeping out of you. Holding the match higher, you lean forward and squint, dots of color bleeding into the environment.

Ginger. Wondrously fluffy ginger hair, although it's wet with rainwater, and a single streak of white like snow.

You know who, and you say who before you even think who, uttering out it’s, his, name in a hushed whisper.

Childe.

Your weapon forgotten, you stand shellshocked in a corner of the room, so still and frozen that Childe himself attempts to rise to his feet, only to fall back to the ground with a pained cry, a sound that snaps your thoughts like shattering ice as you rush to support him. He scratches his claws on the ground, hiccupping, sobbing, whining tearfully at a pain you can’t see. You place a hand on the side of his face and he leans into it, almost slumping to the ground as he brings his hand up to cover your own. He stares at you, pained and suffering, with the same melancholy as before, a melancholy you now understand means I cannot love you, even though I so wish to, it is forbidden by fate and stars, and your heart breaks. 

You pick up a distant rumble of thunder, and Childe yelps in fear, wrapping his claws around you and pressing his face into your side, trembling. Your fingers stroke through his hair, running down the sides of his face and horns, and his sobs die to labored breathing as exhaustion finally overtakes him and lets his body relax.

You remember the day the ocean poured down from the sky. It was now, in a dark room with a pinprick flame of light, holding the consequences of the Abyss.

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[littlepadika]

🎀 pink (Din)

🧼 laundry detergent (fake dating)

🍄cottage core (innocent kink)

with some fluff and smut included maybe?? 🥺👉👈💘

Hi @ppslutt I don't think we've interacted so hello! Thank you for this request! Omg i am both soft and amused by this idea. Hope you like this... Din is such a cheeky bb but at the same time a feral fucking machine hehe

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Warnings: Asshole ex boyfriend, protective mando, innocent reader, unprotected piv smut, fingering, 18+

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"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

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A little TLC?

A little Fluff?

That's my JAM! You got it hun!

It's gonna be in bullet point list because I can.

Content under the cut!

Time

Can you imagine this guy?

It's late at night and you wake up unexpectantly.

It was supposed to be your shift but it's way past that

It's even past the shift after yours

Time is still by the fire pit

Awake

You get up

You walk over to him

Place a hand on his shoulder

He looks up at you, tired as hell

He knows he's been caught.

"It's past your bed time Old Man"

"I just wanted to give everyone a little break."

And like?!

You push him aside gently and he lets you sit next to him.

You pull him towards you and you place his head on your lap

"What am I going to do with you?"

"It's not your job to take care of me."

"Someone has to. Malon will have our heads if you come back home any less than how you left."

You start running your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes in bliss.

It's quiet and neither of you say anything.

Time quickly falls asleep from your touch and you stay up to take your watch.

You take the next watch after as well.

Soon enough the sun rises.

And you let Time sleep in.

Twilight

What about Twilight?

Twilight was mid battle, fighting multiple bokoblins at once.

At some point he had lost his sword.

This boy hunkers down and starts swinging.

It's a one on five boxing match.

Twilight, to say the least, is not unharmed by the end of it.

You notice that he's not stable on his feet and has a few bloodied patches on his clothes, not to mention the (hopefully) small cut on his forehead.

It's more blood than you'd like to see.

You're quick to help and let him lean into your side.

You bring to the side of the fire, quickly taking out your personal med pack and begin to clean his face.

He's not seeing straight so he starts to speak nonsense.

"Twilight honey, please, don't." You try not to laugh.

"Have you seen them though?"

He's talking about you.

"They're so amazing. Did you know that? They're so cool. They know so much about history and animals and plants."

"Twilight please, I can't reach the cut. I need to disinfect it."

"And animals and Epona and Epona likes them so much. I want to show them my home and my family. Colin would love them. And I think they and Illia would be best friends."

You're blushing but it's soft and you're smiling because Twilight is smiling and he looks so happy at the thought.

You wave away Hyrule when he comes to check on The Rancher, letting him know that you've got it covered.

It's sweet.

Wild

His is a little more obvious

"Wild, what on earth?"

He comes back from an afternoon adventure.

He's absolutely filthy.

There's at least three sticks in his hair.

At least those are the ones that you can count because they're sticking out.

Multiple leaves.

You think you see something move.

"What?"

He doesn't care.

You sigh and stalk up to him.

You grab his arm.

"You're my prisoner now"

Wild tries to fight you but you're determined.

You sit him and take out a brush, taking his pony tail down.

It's a long battle.

But after at least thirty minutes of fighting the branches and leaves and what might have been a tiny mouse like creature.

The mouse thingy just ran away.

You're trying to be as gentle as you can but Wild has a hard time sitting still.

Some leaves leave easier than others and there were actually seven separate branches in his hair that you take out one by one.

But when you get past the battle and clear the foliage, Wild relaxes.

Soon you're only brushing his hair.

He needs to wash it.

But you're not anywhere near any body of water so it'll have to wait.

Wild hums every time you pass the brush pleasantly through his hair.

Within moments his hair is soft and tangle free.

You look around him to look at his face.

He's calm and blissful.

You smile and go back to brushing his hair.

It's a calm afternoon from then on out.

Warrior

Warrior isn't one to accept TLC in public but-

It's after a battle.

And you look over to Warrior who's taking off his armor at a painstakingly slow pace.

It takes him a while.

He grimaces in pain and begins to rub his neck and shoulder.

You bit your lip and sigh.

You make your way over to him.

"Need a hand, soldier boy?"

"What?"

He's confused.

"If you got pain, I can help with that."

You don't want to make it a big deal or weird.

"How?"

"I want your permission first. I'd have to touch you."

"Sure. Why not? Do it."

You nod and get behind him.

Soon enough you start kneading his shoulders and lower neck.

He grunts at the pressure you put on it but otherwise lets you continue.

He's stiff as a brick.

So you're there for a while.

But when you get tired or when he's better off than how you started (whichever comes first) you let him go.

He rubs absentmindedly where your hands just were and smiles in relief.

"Thanks."

You grin.

"Any time."

Sky

Now Sky is a bit different

He's not shy about TLC

He's frequently the one to take care of the others

You however notice something off one day

His hand was always in a fist and you pulled him aside.

"You ok? What happened?"

Sky sighs, and opens up his palm

A large cut down the middle

It cut through his leather and gloves and was bleeding through the cloth Sky was holding.

You gasp and begin to help him out then and there.

"How did this happen?"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"It's your hand!" You take off the gloves as gently as you can and bring out your med pack. "You kind of need that."

You sit him down and clean it off.

He's quiet as you work, watching you tend to his wound.

He flinches slightly at the disinfectant and hisses.

You begin to wrap his hand with a clean bandage.

You're meticulous in wrapping it up completely.

It's slow and you're losing progress in travel time but neither of you care.

"You don't have to do this."

"I want to. You can't stop me."

"I'm pretty I could if I did."

"Yeah, probably."

More silence.

You take moment to study your work and gently turn his hand over.

You give it back to him.

"How did you even manage that? You're usually so much better at this."

"It's... embarrassing..."

"Do I even want to know?"

"...No... Thank you... For helping."

"Of course."

Legend

"Legend, sweetheart, what are you doing?"

He's the kind to avoid public soft and gentle actions

Even if he's the kind to desperately want them

He'll push people away and fail to satisfy himself by yearning from a distance.

One day, you have enough.

He's trying to sit next to you and he's fidgeting, internally fighting himself over something but it's too close to you to not notice.

You sigh and pull him close to you, wrapping both of your arms around him even as he tries to fight you off.

He's trying to struggle out of it but you just snuggle into his shoulder.

He doesn't fight you for long.

Legend borderline melts into your embrace and he hugs your arm in return.

"You've got a weird sense of pride, you know that?"

You start to run your hands through his hair.

Legend scoffs

"You're the one being weird."

"Mh-hm."

"You are."

"Just say you want a hug."

"....No."

"Well I guess I have to hug you more often then."

"........No."

"Yes."

"Ok."

Hyrule

Now, you're pretty sure that The Traveler's love language is touch, so he's not shy about keeping his hands to himself.

There's always a hand on your shoulder, a comfortable hug when your sad, gentle fingers to wipe away your tears and he's doesn't mind when one (or three) members fall asleep on him.

"Oh my- Hyrule" You drop your defensive stance from being startled and stare at him.

He's bleeding from at least three different areas.

"Hyrule, sugar, sit down!" You rush over to him and help him get into a sturdy position.

You're quick to pull out a potion and help him drink it.

His hand makes its way onto your shoulder as he settles himself down.

You push his hair out of his face with frantic but gentle fingers.

"Hellllllloooo." Hyrule attempts to smile but his head swoops to the side, too heavy for him to keep it up.

"Oh, what happened?" You push up his sleeve and begin to treat the nasty scrape on his forearm.

You know the potion will eventually take care of the injuries

But you're impatient.

"I... Got caught up in a cave."

"Why did you go alone?" You stress as you begin to clean the blood off.

"...Couldn't find Wild."

"Oh my goodness, take me with you next time." You nearly shake him. "Don't go alone."

Hyrule nods and sighs in relief, as the potion begin to effect.

"That sounds like fun."

"Can you not get hurt, for just like... five minutes..."

"I can't make that promise."

"Promise me, you'll at least tell someone that you'll be going somewhere."

"I can do that."

Wind

Wind is down for anything.

He's not afraid of any sort of TLC.

You're sitting next to each other one day for dinner

You both eat until you're full and lean up against each other.

The warmth of the fire heats both of you like a comfortable blanket.

Wind leans up against you and sighs.

You smile and wrap one of your arms around him.

Wind then snuggles closer and hums happily.

You set your plate aside and begin running your fingers through his hair.

Within moments Wind starts to fall asleep against you and he lets himself fall even more against you.

"Sleep hon, I got you."

" 'mkay." Wind adjusts himself one more time and lets his breath even out.

You let him sleep against you for a while until you also decided to hit the hay.

One of the others sets up his bed roll and you pick up Wind.

You begin to make your way over and set him down but your resident pirate holds onto your arm

"-Don't." Wind whines.

You hide your snickers and try to get him to let you go.

He doesn't.

Welp...

You bite the bullet and ask Hyrule to bring over your own bed roll.

With the help of some of the other boys, you get it set up as close as you can get it.

Adjusting your grip, you lay on your side and pull Wind close.

It's bedtime.

So you fall asleep next to him.

Four

Four is actually little more like Legend in terms of initiating contact than he cares to admit.

He's not going to push anyone away if they come to him.

Even if he wants something as simple as a hug, he won't be the one to go and hug someone.

Someone will have to hug him.

But this boy yearns.

And he's bad at hiding it.

You take it upon yourself when he's being a little off to talk to him

Brush his hair

Hold his hand

Hold him close with your arm over his shoulders, a side hug when your both walking.

He lets you.

He leans in closer and tilts his head in your direction.

A silent request for pats.

If you've been playing with his hair for long enough, he'll let you braid it.

You take the time to keep it out of his eyes and occasionally put flowers in it when there's more down time.

Four won't say it but it's one of his favorite times

He wears his flower braids with pride

It's not something that he would do for himself but he wouldn't change it for the world.

It makes him feel special.

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[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

Waffle House AU

It’s never mentioned but for clarification, Jaskier has a beard in this. Anyway, @officerjennie, @all-hail-the-witcher, and myself shouldn’t be left alone together because then things like this happen. I love you both.

Geraskier, rated t, modern au and Geralt's still a witcher

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The first time the man showed up, it was nearing three in the morning. The Waffle House Jaskier worked overnights in was as packed as ever, that’s to say there were two regulars sitting at the bar and a hoard of bugs flying around the place.

The man in question was dressed head to toe in some sort of armor that looked like it belonged in a steampunk cosplay and covered in an odd black substance that looked sticky. Even from across the restaurant, Jaskier could already smell the foul odor rolling off the man in waves. It was so strong Jaskier was surprised that he couldn’t see it.

Walking to the other end of the bar, closest to the corner table the man had seated himself it, Jaskier shouted at him, unwilling to get any closer than necessary, “What do you want to drink?”

“Coffee,” the man’s voice was deep, more a growl than anything else.

Wrinkling his nose in displeasure, Jaskier grabbed the coffee pot and a mug and made his way over to the table, singing loudly to himself as he did so. Jaskier’s voice bounced off the shitty interior of the Waffle House, making it echo in a most unpleasant way. Jaskier switched to humming an upbeat tune as he approached the man at the table and began pouring the coffee.

“So, what do you think of my singing?” It was a question Jaskier asked all of his late-night customers. Their answers would determine whether he would keep them as regulars or do his best to run them off.  And his best never failed.

“Hmm.”

Jaskier frowned at the non-answer, “Come now, three words or less.”

“Filling-less pie.”

Spluttering, Jaskier pointed at the man angrily, “You know nothing about music. What do you want to order?”

“Hashbrowns. Smothered and covered.”

Spinning on his heal, Jaskier stalked away from the man without responding, instead muttering angrily under his breath, “I’ll show you filling-less, you bastard.”

-

Dropping the plate in front of the man, Jaskier watched as the rubbery meal bounced uncomfortably off the plate before landing back on it, somehow looking even worse than it already had.

“What is this?” The man’s voice held no inflection and Jaskier had no way of knowing the man’s feelings as he looked at the pathetic plate in front of him.

“Your food.”

“I ordered hashbrowns.”

Jaskier had to hold in his gasp as the man’s eyes, the most unusual golden shade, met his.

“Well, this is what I’ve brought you.”

The man looked back at the plate, flipping open the joke of an omelet, revealing that it was just eggs cooked in a pan and folded over, “There’s nothing inside. What kind of omelet doesn’t have anything in it?”

“Oh? Do you not like filling-less omelets? What a shame.”

Jaskier stalked back to the bar and took a seat by the regsiter, pulling his book back out and pretending to read it while he watched the man from the corner of his eye. He didn’t even look back to Jaskier’s direction, instead staring grumpily at the eggs in front of him before beginning to eat them.

The man ate quickly and before long he was walking over to the register where Jaskier sat, throwing a wad of bills down on the counter, “Keep the change.”

“I will.”

“You’re a shitty waiter.”

“You smell bad.”

And that, Jaskier assumed, would be that and he would never have to see the weird, smelly, strangely attractive man ever again.

-

The next night when the man arrived again, this time covered in a weird flaky green substance, Jaskier couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously. People didn’t typically return after Jaskier provided intentionally bad service, at least not if they were sober and of a sound mind. Jaskier couldn’t confidently say this man’s mind was sound, although he did seem sober.

Jaskier grabbed the coffee pot and a mug and stalked over to the corner table. He filled the cup halfway.

“More hashbrowns?”

The man wrinkled his brow, a frown on his face “Yes.”

Wandering back to the kitchen, in no rush, Jaskier stuck his head back in to look at the cook, “More eggs like last night. And can you add something weird to them this time?”

The line cook saluted him before reaching up to grab something off the shelf above his head. Jaskier winced, he wasn’t sure what exactly was in the mixtures of spices that were kept up there, but he had never had a good experience with them, that was for certain. This would for sure run off the weird tone-deaf man for good. The cook was done in no time and Jaskier walked the plate over to the man in the corner, throwing it down on the table like he had the night before.

He did no more than blink in surprise when the table collapsed. Jaskier wasn’t sure exactly why the table collapsed, the plate and shitty eggs didn’t weigh very much, and he hadn’t thrown the plate down particularly hard. But, it wasn’t the weirdest thing he has ever seen in the Waffle House, so he simply caught the man’s eye and shrugged, turning and walking back to his seat.

He watched amusedly as the man juggled his plate off the table before propping it up awkwardly and moving seats. That hadn’t been part of Jaskier’s plan, but it would certainly work in his favor.

-

Jaskier was shocked when the man walked in for a third night in a row. The normally difficult to fluster waiter was very aware that his face was the very picture of surprise. Luckily, the man didn’t even look at him as he walked over to the table in the corner. He shook it a bit before sitting down, presumably making sure it wouldn’t collapse today. To be honest, Jaskier wasn’t overly confident it was any sturdier now, but it did appear that someone on day shift had at least made it look as though it was fixed.

Grabbing the coffee pot and a mug, Jaskier couldn’t help but hope this wouldn’t truly become a ritual. He didn’t want a man in his Waffle House if said man couldn’t tell that Jaskier’s singing was nothing short of marvelous.

“Hashbrowns again?”

The man nodded, staring out of the window rather than looking at Jaskier. He wasn’t in the weird steampunk armor anymore, this time wearing a soft black tee shirt and worn in jeans. It also seemed he had managed to find a bath and was able to get all of the weird grimy things off of him.

He really was quite attractive all cleaned up, Jaskier couldn’t help but notice.

“What’s your name?”

The man turned to look at him, “Geralt.”

Walking over to the kitchen, Jaskier put in the order and sat back down by the register to wait. It wasn’t long before One-Eyed Larry grunted at him from his usual seat at the bar, “Napkin holders on fire, kid.”

Looking over at the table in front of Geralt’s, Jaskier saw that the napkin holder was, indeed, on fire. Sighing and getting a glass of water, Jaskier walked over to the table and poured the glass on it, drenching it thoroughly. Waving away the smoke, Jaskier turned the napkin holder around, making sure the fire was completely out, before putting it back in its place and taking his seat again.

Geralt’s golden eyes followed him curiously the whole time.

If the man was going to be spending his nights here, then he would need to get used to these kinds of things. It was three in the morning in a Waffle House, weirder would happen.

A few minutes more passed before there was a bell ding from the kitchen, signaling that Geralt’s food was ready. Jaskier tossed the plate on the table as was tradition, smirking when he saw the surprise flit across the man’s face. No doubt he hadn’t been expecting to receive hashbrowns, smother and covered as he had first asked for two nights prior.

What could Jaskier say, he was rather weak for a pretty face. Even if was a rude one.

“If you agree that my singing is spectacular, I’ll let you take me out for coffee sometime.”

“Good coffee or this shit?” Geralt gestured to the mug in front of him.

Jaskier scoffed, “You think I would ever eat or drink anything from here?”

“That’s comforting.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.” Jaskier sat a notepad and pen on the table, “Leave your number and I’ll call you tomorrow to cash in.”

Later when Jaskier cleared the table, he couldn’t help but smile at the neat handwriting on the notepad.

Looking forward to hearing from you. You should get your napkin holder checked out.

-

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[thewayshedreamed]

Congrats on the 800 followers bby you deserve it! I have a good one for you. I slipped and fell in the shower and the only person who can help me is my enemy for nessian 👀👀👀

Well, Sim, it was you who BLEW my word count. I should have seen it coming, I guess 👀

Although, I will say you didn't do it alone. I also combined @maastrash 's prompt "Are you hurt? What happened?" and one from anon, "You're cute when you're all worried."

They all went together so well that I couldn't resist. And as a result, you got this 3k+ beast. RIP 800-word limit.

Anyway, I hope you like it, my love! Enjoy!

--

Nesta wasn't sure why she had agreed to go to the beach with Feyre, Rhysand, and his brothers. Gwyn had come through in her time of need and agreed to join them, but she'd quickly flipped her allegiances to spend more time on the beach with the others instead of retreating back to the house with Nesta. She had a suspicion it had something to do with a certain tall, dark, and broody man who hoarded his smiles from the public eye.

Unless the public eye belonged to Gwyneth Berdara.

After the long trek to their rented beach house, Nesta stopped at the edge of the dock to knock the sand from her shoes. There was a small shower outside the backdoor to rinse the saltwater and stubborn sand from her body, and Nesta hissed against the stark cold that rained down on her legs. A proper shower was the only thing that was going to combat the chill in her blood, and that realization was enough to solidify her decision to stay inside the rest of the afternoon with a romance novel.

Her towel was full of sand, so she hanged it over the porch railing and headed directly to the bathroom. It was best if she peeled her bikini off in the shower to avoid scattering any lingering sand all over her bedroom, so she moved swiftly into the small bathroom and cranked the water nearly to the warmest setting. The firm grip of her arms around her body did very little to combat the goosebumps on her skin, and she let out a near moan at the feel of the hot water.

She closed the shower door behind her and stood beneath the spray properly to rinse her hair. Her bikini made a loud slopping sound against the tile in the corner. Dealing with it was a task for someone with any motivation beyond warmth and cleanliness.

Nesta lathered her hair and combed a generous amount of conditioner through her strands to help with the detangling process. The wind had created a monster, adding another notch against the beach in her book.

While her conditioner did the Cauldron's work, she grabbed a wash cloth and body wash. As she moved back beneath the spray, her foot slipped over the suds near the drain, but Nesta righted herself with a firm hand against the tile wall. The excessive amount of conditioner wasn't helping matters.

She rinsed her hair and body all at once to get to her lounge clothes as soon as possible. Stepping out of the spray to hang her washcloth on the nearby rack to dry was near torture now that she was properly warmed, and Nesta wasted no time in stepping back into the water for one last hit before shutting it off.

That was her intention, anyway. What happened instead is that her traitorous feet were no match for the slick tile, and the backward steps were all it took to send her careening to the floor. She slapped at the wall to no avail, finding no ally in reach. What she did find was insult to injury when various toiletry bottles rained down on top of her.

She had stupidly tried to brace her fall with her other hand, sending a spark of pain from her palm to her shoulder. Her groan echoed off the walls and the shower showed no mercy as the water rained onto her chest, all over her face.

A booming voice made her eyes snap open, only to snap them shut against the sting of the water.

"Nes?"

Her delay had been too long. The bathroom door burst open, and through the frosted glass, she saw Cassian's imposing form assessing the situation.

"Nesta? Are you hurt? What happened?"

This could not be happening. Of all the fuckers to be in the house at one of her lowest points, it had to be Cassian. Gwyn would be hearing about this.

"Go away."

She cringed against how dejected she sounded. Turning her head and shielding her eyes with her uninjured arm, she found that he did no such thing.

"Cassian," she warned. "Get the fuck out of here. Now."

He propped a hip on the bathroom counter. Arrogant bastard. At least, from what she could tell, his chin was turned up toward the ceiling rather than his gaze being fixed on the frosted glass.

"Something tells me things aren't going well if you've yet to peel yourself off the floor."

Nesta rolled her eyes and turned her face toward the water once more. Maybe she could drown.

"Let me help."

"I thought I was pretty clear. I'm not accepting help from you."

A deep sigh sounded in the bathroom, but before she could snap, his rough voice followed.

"Fine. Don't accept my help. Rhys came with me to grab snacks for the others. I'll have him switch with me."

"No," she roared, cringing against the command in her voice and her lack of options.

Every time she tried to sit up, pain tore through various parts of her body. Her ass, the hip that had taken most of the impact, her shoulder. She needed help, and while she hated the idea of accepting it from Cassian, she would rot in hell before Rhysand helped her out of the shower. How had she found herself in a situation where her only chance at help was the man who spent the majority of his life being as big of a pain in her ass as possible?

His voice sounded again, but it carried away from her. "Rhys, head back without me." His brother's voice came next, but Nesta couldn't hear him over the patter of water in the shower. "Nah, I'm good. Just taking a break from the sun. I'll catch up."

With that, he shut the bathroom door behind him. At least Cassian had the good sense to lie to Rhys rather than recruit any additional attention to her compromising position.

"Alright, Sweetheart. I've got a towel ready. I'm going to open up and shut the water off."

Nesta's breath hitched at the rush of cool air, at the form that cast her in shadow almost entirely. She pulled her legs up and shielded her chest with her good arm, earning a throaty chuckle from her savior.

"I'm not looking. I'd rather when a woman wants me to see them naked."

Why her need to launch jabs at him overpowered her pain was lost on her. "Must have been a while, then."

"Saw a good set out on the beach, actually. She was feeling pretty generous after watching me and Az play volleyball, I guess."

Nesta scowled. That tingling sensation down her spine didn't feel secondary to her injuries at hearing the story.

"You're a pig," she grumbled, but she let Cassian drape the towel over her front and ease her into a sitting position.

"It felt rude not to look."

Her huff of a laugh was genuine. Damn him. He moved to wrap the towel tightly around her shoulders.

"Think you can stand up?"

Nesta grimaced against the soreness in her hip. "Yeah. In a couple of minutes."

Without a word, Cassian hoisted her into his arms with measured gentleness. Her cheek rested against his shoulder since she didn't have her arms free to prop her up, but she barely had the energy anyway.

He maneuvered them out of the tight bathroom and down the hall to her room, easing her onto the edge of her bed. She opened her mouth to say thanks, but he had already spurred into action.

"What did you want to wear?"

"I'll get it."

He shot her a glare. "Fine. I'll pick."

Nesta growled her frustration, but Cassian only ticked his eyebrows upward in challenge. She hadn't realized initially that he wore only his swim trunks, half of his black hair pulled back and out of his face. The sun added color to his already bronze skin and left a soft blush on his cheeks that accented his hazel eyes. And she, to the contrary, was a lump beneath a massive towel. One that had managed to injure herself during a simple shower, evidenced by the soaked strands of hair plastered to her face and shoulders.

"There's a large night shirt in my suitcase and some sleep shorts."

Cassian grabbed them before turning toward her, a hand gripping the back of his neck. "Anything... underneath?"

Nesta allowed a sardonic laugh. "Underwear are for people with the use of both their arms."

He cleared his throat and left the clothes next to her on the bed. With a final instruction to call for him if she needed anything, he was gone.

She assessed the clothing and picked the shirt up first. One of her arms was through a sleeve in no time, but the second one was another story entirely. With a defeated whimper she gave up, dropping her arms into her lap with a hiss.

"Cassian!"

No response. Maybe he didn't hear her; the house was rather large. Her voice was louder the second time.

"Cassian!"

A muffled thud sounded, followed by a quick, "Coming!"

He appeared at the threshold of her door, dripping with water and suds. A large towel was wrapped around his waist, his grip white-knuckled to keep it in place.

"Everything alright? Where's the fire?"

Nesta blinked at him. "You said to call you if I needed anything," she pointed out, running her eyes over his state in accusation.

Cassian let out a long, suffering sigh. "I meant it, but you said you had this part covered. I take a 3-minute shower, tops."

"Well, I don't have it covered."

There was more bite to her voice than she'd intended, but self-pity and shame were settling into her bones. She hugged the nightshirt tighter against her body to serve as some form of armor, but it wasn't nearly enough.

Cassian's shoulders sagged, but she barely noticed in favor of watching beads of water travel down his torso, over his strong calves, and make a small puddle on the floor below. "I'm sorry. I was full of sweat and sand. I thought you'd be more likely to take help if I was clean."

Something in her chest softened at his forethought, even more so since he was right.

"Go finish your shower," she relented, settling her hips deeper into the mattress. "I can wait until you're done. I just— I need some help with my clothes."

He was on the balls of his feet, ready to haul himself straight to the shower. The water beneath his feet made her breath hitch. The words left her before she could think better of them.

"Careful! Don't rush." He blinked as if seeing her for the first time, but his usual cocky grin eventually stretched across lips. "I can't help you if you fall, too. And I'm not keeping you company on the ground until the rest of them come back."

Cassian's smile grew. He offered her a wink before he replied, "You're cute when you're all worried."

Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Go."

He hurried off on balanced feet, whether that was on Nesta's orders or a natural grace, she wasn't sure. While she waited, she opted to set them up as best as possible to make the process quick and painless. Well, minimally painful, considering there was a layer of awkwardness that was going nowhere fast. That was without counting the actual physical pain she would no doubt endure.

With a pathetic swatting motion, she knocked her sleep shorts to the floor and began shuffling them around with her feet. She'd managed to slip one into the proper leg hole before she heard Cassian's rich laugh from the doorway.

"Stubborn woman," he mused, seemingly allowing a sliver of affection to slip through. Nesta knew better.

She scowled, turning her chin up to make sure he knew how unwelcome his teasing was. He laughed harder and dropped to his knees in front of her, adjusting the tee he’d pulled over his head on his way into the room.

"What do you want to put on first? You're half-committed to both."

"Let's go with the shirt. It's long enough to cover me while we work on the shorts." Cassian nodded, reaching toward the crumpled article of clothing in her lap. Nesta jerked back to establish some expectations before moving forward. "You're about to see me naked."

"Yeah, probably," he sighed, as if it was a burden to him, too. "I won't look more than necessary though."

"Okay, good. And this doesn't change anything, so don't start acting weird around me. We take this to the grave, too. We'll never hear the end of it otherwise."

Cassian bit the inside of his cheek, pursing his lips in a failed attempt to hide his amusement. "You have my word."

He gently peeled the shirt from her grasp, sliding each sleeve beyond the crooks of her elbows before pulling the opening over her head. Nesta hissed at the pinch of pain through her shoulder but bit her tongue.

"I know. I'm sorry." He pulled the fabric down her sides and over her back. The backs of his knuckles dragged across her soft skin, and she barely contained her shiver.

Clearing his throat, he looked to the floor where her shorts were still tangled around her feet. He got to work on straightening them and allowed her to slip her other foot into the proper place. He didn't dare look up at her through his next request.

"Think you could put your weight on the leg that's not as sore?"

Nesta swallowed and said, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Use my shoulders to brace your weight, too.”

Her hands trembled as she reached for him. He was solid beneath her, the muscles in his shoulders unyielding under her grip. She had to resist flexing her fingers more firmly in a test of their resilience.

Cassian eased her shorts upward, the roughness of his knuckles tracing the same blazing path as they had over her back. His gaze was fixed resolutely on the floor, yet he managed to release them at the proper moment. The soft pop of the elastic snapped her out of whatever trance she was under, but the echo remained in the feel of his warm hands easing her hips back down to the mattress.

"Maybe we should have someone take a look at you; make sure you're okay." His brows came together when he realized she was already shaking her head in refusal.

"I'll rest a bit, and I'll be fine. I may be sore tomorrow, but I'm good."

Without a word, Cassian braced one of his legs outward and scooped Nesta into his arms. It grated her nerves how easily he'd lifted them both into a standing position.

"What are you doing? You can't make me go to the doctor."

Cassian leaned back and shook his head, trying to get his rogue hair out of his face. "I'm not manhandling you to the doctor, Nes. Settle down." His bottom lip jutted out to try and blow the strands away while he walked. "I'm taking you to the couch and getting you ice."

Oh. Well, that hadn't been what she expected. The gesture was enough to have her mindlessly raise a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. His eyes snapped to hers, his steps slowing to a stop in front of the couch. Their faces were close enough that she could run her nose along his if she wanted to, but she definitely didn't. Not even at the feel of his firm chest heaving against her.

They stayed that way, transfixed by the contact that was somehow more intimate than when he had draped clothes over her naked body. Their breathing settled into a rhythm together, and Nesta couldn't resist tracing the path of his sharp jaw. His slight stubble scraped against the pads of her fingers, all the way to his chin, where she grazed over his skin with her thumb. She snatched her hand away like he'd burned her.

Cassian's throat bobbed, and his fingers flexed against her ribs. His other hand did the same against her thigh, except his thumb traced a soft, idle path back and forth along the sensitive skin at the back. He made no moves to put her down.

Nesta knew she would regret the loss of his warmth immediately, but the line they flirted was thin. Not to mention, it was irresponsible to succumb to such a base urge considering, any other time, they would be poised to rip each others' heads off.

The shrieks of children at the neighboring beach house snapped their attention to something beyond the bubble they'd created for themselves. Cassian eased her to the couch and positioned pillows around her to keep as much pressure off of her aching joints as possible. He threw a blanket over her legs before heading to the nearby kitchen for ice.

Nesta watched his retreat with shameless appreciation. How had she never stopped to look at him through her current lens? Doing so may have been enough to make her more agreeable in nature. The thought made worry sink in her gut with what had transpired moments before, and she craved the oddly familiar banter they'd engaged in since he showed up to the scene of her demise.

"So," she called, eyes fixed on the intricately patterned throw pillow beneath her injured arm, "how much did you see?"

His voice was closer than she'd expected, but she managed not to startle. "Uh— I mean. I saw some things."

Nesta fixed her glare on him, and he gave her a sideways smile while he placed the ice strategically over her shoulder. She hissed against the cold, earning a look of apology.

"What things?"

He let out along breath. "A bit of everything, really. Not on purpose. " A slight blush turned the tips of his ears pink, but Nesta didn't comment on it. "Mostly, you know—" He gestured back and forth between his pecs. "—everything else was more... indirect, I guess."

Nesta groaned, allowing her forehead to fall to her good hand, cradling it in her palm. Cassian moved to the nearby armchair and took a sip of his bottled water.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sweetheart," he soothed, albeit mockingly. "They're not the worst ones I've seen today."

—

They had watched a movie in loaded silence until the others trudged up to the house near sunset. Nesta gave the cliff notes of how she'd wound up injured on the couch, making no mention of Cassian's help. The last thing they needed was an onslaught of questions from their nosy friends.

"I thought you were coming back out there. What happened to you?"

Cassian's brows drew together at Rhys' question. "Well, I saw Nesta laid up on the couch and offered to watch a movie with her. I lost track of time."

Rhysand eyed him skeptically, but no one questioned it. Cassian redirected everyone's attention to the matter of what they would cook as a group that night, but he was sure to give Nesta strict orders to stay planted on the couch. Overbearing prick.

With so many hands on deck, dinner was ready quickly. They all settled around the table, and Gwyn had made it a point to cushion Nesta's chair with pillows before letting her sit down. Her best friend must have sensed the verbal lashing that awaited her in the privacy of their shared room that night.

Laughter filled the space while they told stories from the day's events. Apparently, Azriel had rescued Gwyn from a feared creature of the deep while taking a dip in the water. He had hardly been able to stop laughing himself to tears long enough to complete the epic tale of how he defeated the bundle of seaweed that had threatened Gwyn's life so mercilessly. The latter hadn't found it quite so amusing, but Az offered her a broad smile in apology.

Nesta wasn't sure she had ever seen one quite so wide on his face, and holy gods. If she'd thought him to be beautiful before, she had been sorely mistaken.

As they usually did, Rhysand and Feyre settled close to each other as the other talked. Rhys was busy murmuring things into Feyre's ear that made her cheeks as red as Gwyn's sunburn, which earned a proper warning from Cassian to "stop being gross with his little sister". Nesta agreed with him enough to refrain from reminding him that he was in no way related to Feyre.

"Don't mind him, Darling," Rhys purred. "He's pouting because the only action he'll see during this trip will be self-directed."

Cassian nostrils flared in annoyance, and for whatever reason, Nesta found herself rising to his defense.

"I don't know," she sang, "I hear Cassian saw a pretty good set today."

A chorus of questions broke out, but he only had eyes for Nesta. The gleam in his eyes told her he knew she hadn't been referring to the ones flashed to him and Azriel after the beach volleyball game.

"I did," he agreed, sipping some of the amber liquid in his glass. "Perfect, actually."

The questions continued, and Azriel reluctantly began recounting the tale of he and Cassian's victory flashing. Nesta used her good arm to raise her wine to her lips, mouthing a subtle thank you over the glass for everything he'd done for her. The least she could do was preserve a bit of his dignity.

Cassian lifted his class in mock cheers and said everything he needed to with a single wink.

The pleasure was all mine.

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[iceprincessviviane]

Flowers of the peace

Pairing: c!Technoblade x Fem!Nymph!Reader

Type: Romantic/fluff; oneshot.

Warnings: mild swearing, mention of angst and injury and silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade is travelling to the center of smp to get some buisness done. He met Y/n and finally decided to talk with her about a very important case for him. Including more characters.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

My first x reader fic, spontaneous one.

Today was a quite warm day even in tundra, small layer of snow was covering the ground and sky was half covered by the clouds, which weren't moving a lot. Around was very quiet despite the time, it was almost noon. Animals were resting or sleeping, deadly hound lied calmly around. It seemed, it was such a lazy day. Technoblade went outside holding small backpack and putting something into it. He tied his hair into small bun, rest of them was falling on his back and he was wearing part of casual armor. Phil seeing that, also went outside.

"Hi mate, where are you going?" He asked curiously with gentle smile.

"I'm heading to main Smp part. I have some buisness to finish with Ranboo. I hope in that time it won't be crowded." He responeded and closed backpack.

They both looked at old Ranboo's home in mountain wall. Actually there still were some basic stuff, active farm and some villagers. Enderman hybrid moved to his and Tubbo's mansion in Snowchester two weeks ago. They kinda missed him, but he promised to visit them a lot of times and even stay for some cold weather and fresh air. Also he was still involved in Syndicate stuff.

"Be careful mate then." Philza said with serious tone.

'We miss Enderboy.' 'Let's do it fast.' 'Who will we meet else?'

Technoblade nodded and took Karl. He put a small backpack near the saddle and check everything. Diamond armor was shinning brightly in the sunlight.

"I will don't worry, I just hope to not meet Tommy..." His eyes narrowed. He still didn't forget and forgive young boy.

"Well just avoid bench area. You are going to meet Ranboo in Snowchester?"

"He said that he will be around Community House or Prime path."

"Tell him my sincere greetings." Phil smile widened.

Technoblade jumped at Karl and waved to his companion. Soon he was headed to main Smp part. Today wasn't the day for using a portals. Beautiful weather was conductive for horse riding. Karl seemed to be happy at sudden trip.

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After a two hours Technoblade reached the Community House. He could go to Snowchester first, but honestly he wanted to avoid that area, which smelled like government. He dismounted Karl and took his bridle. Not a chance leaving his horse alone. Here was much warm then in tundra, not coulds and even wind stopped. Around wasn't even a single soul, so he sighted and started to walking down on Prime path. Karl was complelty calm, so he trusted him, but checked his sword, if he can take it fast. When he got near to Tommy's dirt house, he heard Tommy's loud laughing. After reaching the top of the hill he spotted Bench Trio standing there and chatting. Suddenly three pair of eyes looked at him. There was dead silence. Tubbo moved near to Ranboo when Tommy put a hand on Axe of Peace, which hanged of his bolt. They don't have armour, clearly having a good time in this lazy day. Technoblade nodded to them.

"What are you doing here?" Tommy asked with sharp tone.

Since Dream have been in the prison Smp was more calm, most people was minding their buisness, the biggest war was over and it seemed like everyone sighted with relief. Even now this Eggpire cleaned awful vines. Tommy started building his hotel, none was fighting.

"I came here to finish buisness." Techno responed slowly moving his eyes on Ranboo.

Tall teenager looked at his clock, gave himself a facepalm and sighted.

"Oh I am so sorry, I wasn't watching the time..." He said with embarrassment.

"What the fuck man? What deal did you make with him?" Tommy spoke with anger.

'Why he need to be so loud?' 'Just make it done.' 'Cut him.'

Technoblade moved a little bit closer and Ranboo started to search something in his backpack, mumbled to himself.

"Oh... hi everyone...!"

On the path leading to La'Manhole now was standing Y/n with basket full of field flowers and some saplings of roses, tulips and pansies. Her light dress was waving a little on sudden wind and bright smile caused everyone to smiled back.

"Hi Y/n!" Tubbo said and get closer to look at flowers. "Where did you get them?"

"Filed flowers around the... La'Manburg and saplings are from my own flowerbends. You asked me to bring some to your garden and rooms." She responed slowly.

"Oh yes! We asked Foolish of possible ways to decorate garden and flowers for a bees!" Tubbo said with excitement.

When it comes to the bees, Tubbo could talk over and over. Y/n was patience and describe in details flowers which she brought. Meanwhile Tommy moved his eyes again on Technoblade only to rise eyebrows with surprise. Piglin hybrid was like frozen, carefuly observing Y/n. Teenager lips formed into mischief smile.

"I found it!" Ranboo screamed in victory, holding something like gold in his big hand.

Technoblade snapped back to reality and nodded to Enderboy, to move away. He didn't want rest to know, what about deal is. They moved to bench. Karl snorted a little bit.

"Here it is." Ranboo opened his hand, Totem of Undying was inside. Technoblade smiled and nodded to him with satisfied smile.

"As we agreed emeralds and netherite ingot."

They made an exchange, Technoblade quickly hid Totem in his pocket and Ranboo put stones and ingot inside his backpack.

"Pleasure making buisness with you." Blade said with teasing tone.

"You too and I have more, if you want."

" We will see in the future."

Enderman hybrid moved his eyes on his husband and Y/n, there were still chatting peacefuly. Tommy was listening quietly and seemed that he lost interesting at their deal.

'Finally!' 'Let's go home.' 'Maybe stay for a while...'

"Deal is done?" Tommy asked loudly causing Tubbo and Y/n to look at Technoblade and Ranboo.

"Yes. We are done." Piglin hybrid confirmed in neutral voice.

Ranboo moved closer to group, leaving Technoblade with Karl. They stepped again on path after that.

"I think we can head to Snowchester then. Y/n has everything to make gardening and I am willing to help her!" Tubbo clapped hands.

"Yup. I am going to choose my room finally." Tommy emphasized last word strongly.

"Oh you shloud do the same Y/n. As we promised, you can decorate it as you wish." Ranboo said with warm smile.

Y/n lifted head and her eyes meet Techno's. His cute ears dropped a little, but he moved closer to them. Tommy stepped a little to avoid crash with Karl. Soft smile appeard on Y/n lips.

"Technoblade."

"Y/n."

Bench Trio silenced immediately, they could feel the tension in the air. After La'Manburg destruction Y/n lost her home, actually she was neighbor with Ranboo there, but she managed to build one small house in wild fields full of flowers, which was quite away. The closest things were Kinoko Kingdom and Niki's Underground City. Sometimes she wandered to La'Manber ruins and after that usually hanging up with Tommy. She visited Ranboo couple of times in tundra and even had a small talk with Phil. But when Technoblade showed up... they shared awkward silence and shy glances, which were speaking instead of words.

In his retirement they spent a lot of time together, despite the cold in tundra. Her peacefuly pressence caused voices to melt, only quiet whispers appeard. When she was speaking, they were always silence. Technoblade could listen and observe her for ages. They were so diffrent, but something connected them and attraced them to each other. She was standing with Phil on balcony, holding his hand so hard and tears streaming from her beautiful eyes, when Technoblade have been lead to execution. He later told him that Y/n almost fainted when he survived and escaped. She stayed in threshold, knocking sotfly at cottage doors, same day, late night and silence around. When he opened, he immediately put a finger on her mouth and whispering explained that Tommy somehow escaped exile and was sleeping in cellar. So Y/n said nothing, when Technoblade let her in, just hugged him so tightly and burried her face in his chest. With smelling her scent, he calmed himself and slowly forget about rage and happenings on that day.

But after Doomsday everything changed. Technoblade was busy with revenge, deep inside he didn't want to involved Y/n for her safety... but they moved away from each other. She need to build new house, didn't want to completly leave her friends around. Especially when Tommy and Tubbo found in her big comfort. She visited Tommy in exile couple of times, always bringing warm words and usefull advices. After Discs Finale, when Dream have been put into a prison, they needed her a lot. Tommy would never confessed that he had nightmares about Tubbo's death and himself being trapped in cell. Technoblade was busy with forming Syndicate, spending days on planning, building and searching stuff. He heard from Ranboo how Y/n was doing, but there always weren't time to talk.

And now they were here.

'We miss her angelic voice.' 'Stop staring, do something.' 'Stab Tommy.'

"I really don't want to interrupt this strange moment, but..." He couldn't even end, because Technoblade stepped at his foot. His shoes had small heels and was shod with metal.

Y/n giggled softly breaking eye contact with Technoblade and blushed a little bit.

"Can we talk?" Blade asked with deep voice.

"Of course." She nodded then handed her basket to Tubbo. He immediately straigthed his back, because of this important task. Technoblade gave without hesitation Karl's bridle to Ranboo, which eyes expanded and he grabbed it with his full strenght. When horse would run away... oh boy.

"It looks like we got important tasks." Tubbo said with full serious in his voice.

Ranboo nodded to him, when Tommy literally rolled his eyes.

Technoblade and Y/n moved slowly and silently aside, stepping away from path and walking on grass. She faced the sun, pulling her hair together, it laid freely on her back. Some strands still stayed on her face and Technoblade had to use his all strenght to resist taking them off. He just couldn't. Her scent full of flowers reached his nose, taking deep breath felt like heaven.

"Weather is very good." He started slowly and little unsure.

Y/n turned back to him with shy smile, studing hia posture. "Oh yes, it's warmer this days. My flowers age growing fast and I really enjoy the sun." She glanced at him. " Isn't too hot for you in this cape?"

"Well, I am still living in tundra and come on, style is breathtaking "Technoblade spread a little his arms.

Y/n could easily spotted part of armor on his arms and legs. It wasn't his best one, but he was still prepared for any fight. Yes, he looked very good, handsome. She couldn't help her slighty blushing cheeks.

"Are you moving to the mansion?" Techno finally asked, his voice was dead serious.

Y/n looked directly at his eyes with surprise. She didn't expect such a question. "No, I mean they offered me room, to stay in longer visits or if I would like to have a nap. I really enjoy their company."

He made a step closer and lean down, almost forgot how small she was compared to him. They both felt burning glances of Bench Trio.

"I miss you." He whispered honestly.

'We are missing her voice, scent and pressence.' 'We need her.' "We want her.'

"I... I miss you too." She responded quietly.

Pleased smile crawled at Technoblade's lips. Deep inside he was really happy about that, but didn't want to show it in front of Bench Trio. Y/n looked down with sudden shyness.

He took gently her small, compared to his hand. She squeezed lightly his fingers in response. "Would you like to...?"

"Y/n! We need to go, hurry up!" Tubbo screamed while was holding her basket.

"Yeah come one, we have a lot of stuff to do!" Tommy agreed.

Technoblade sighted after this rude cut, but Y/n shrugged with helplessness and playful smile. She hugged him tightly for goodbye, his second hand rested on her flabby waist.

"Meet me here after sunset." She whispered before letting him go.

He nodded before he let go of her hand. Y/n waved to him and went to Trio Bench. Ranboo gave Techno Karl's bridle. He observed while group was heading to Snowchester, then he jumped at horse and started to moving into tundra's direction.

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Technoblade left Karl in hurry, then almost ran into a cottage. Phil frowned observing this from his window, but then shrugged and went take care of his cases. An hour passed and he heard some suspicious sounds from Techno's home, also him swearing. He decided to see what is going on, so went outside and knocked loudly. His friend opened. "Hi Phil, I'm a little busy right now..."

"What happend mate?" Winged man asked looking inside.

"I need to clean whole area..." He sighted with awkward smile.

"But why?"

Technoblade said nothing, it was a little too early to talk about it. "You... need some help honestly?"

"I will be so greatful!" Techno said and went beck to cleaning. Actually he successfuly tided first floor and kitchen, for now put food into a chest and cups into cupboard.

"Chests in magazine too?" Phil asked looking at his friend with confusion. Technoblade made facepalm. "I completly forgot about them... she would like to have order there!" He dropped everything and went down. His companion rose eyebrows with surprise. She?

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Heading second time to main Smp part was faster and full of unsure feelings for Technoblade. Karl seemed to be happy of another trip. When they again reached top of the hill, she was there. Y/n stood near bench in his old crimson cloak, hemmed by fur, watching the sunset. Slowly crimson glow was turned into grey. Horse snorted and she turned head to greet him with warm smile. Technoblade responded with lazy smile and dismount Karl. Moving slowly to her, spotted that she was holding avaraged size, lether backpack and near the bench was closed chest.

"Hi again." Blade said with smile. "I am little bit late but I hope that you wasn't waiting long."

"I actually just came here. Boys let me left mansion three hours ago." She giggled softly.

"You got your room in mansion?"

"Yes... we decorated it with Ranboo's and Tubbo's furnitures."

"So... you have in this chest more personal stuff to put there?" Technoblade asked taking deep breath.

Y/n ignored the question and smiled softly to him. "What did you want me to ask earlier?"

"Well... I think it doesn't matter now." His shoulder dropped.

She looked directly into his eyes. "It matters, because the answer is yes."

Technoblade moved closer with visible confusion. "What?"

"Yes. I am ready for a trip, I have this cloak if it happen to be very cold and even have gloves in pocket."

He studied her figure quickly, under cloak she was wearing warm, woolen dress, completly diffrent that early, light one. High boots and hair braided tightly.

"No." Technoblade looked at her in disbelief.

Y/n nodded and her smile widened. In a blink of eye piglin hybird hugged her tightly. She rested her head against his chest, feeling heat from his body.

'She is going with us.' 'We can't belive.' 'Hurry up, before someone will show up.'

"Let's go, you have to be tired." Technoblade said after a few minutes. He took her chest and pinned it to saddle, Karl stayed calmly. She pated his neck, smiling softly. Blade mounted horse and offer her his hand to help. She grabbed it strongly and sat down sideways.

"Karl can lifted us both?" She asked unsure.

"He lifted heavier things than you sweetheart, you can belive me, he will be good." Techno smiled, he always was impressed by her caring way.

Y/n hugged his waist and again rested her head against his chest. The trip was quietly, they enjoyed each other pressence, when they reached tundra, night fell and snow started slowly rain. Finally they stopped in front of Technoblade's house. Deadly hound didn't even react to new person nearbay and bears was sleeping peacefuly around. Piglin hybrid first dismounted Karl and help Y/n by grabbing her waist and put her on the ground. She nodded in gratitude and grabbed his hand. He took her chest and they reached the stairs.

"You didn't introduce me new visitor?" Phil's voice caught them near doors. Winged man stood in his threshold with crossed arms and playful smile.

"Hi Phil." Y/n said and blushed hardly.

"Tomorrow my friend. You shloud go to the sleep old man." Technoblade teased him.

"I hope you will be gentelman and offer lady a separate bed." Phil winked to them and then went inside his house. "Goodnight lovebirds."

Blade rolled his eyes and opened doors for Y/n. She went inside and looked around carefuly. Nothing changed at all, but maybe one thing...

"You... cleaned whole house." She giggled softly.

"Oh yes and I even created some spare place in cellar for your flowers." He put her chest on the ground and closed door. Their eyes met. Technoblade quickly had covered the distance between them, then cupped her face and gently pressed their lips together. Y/n breathing quickened, same as his heartbeating. After a kiss, their hands found themselfes, when Techno lean his forehead against her.

"I love you." He whispered softly.

"I love you too." She responded quietly.

'We love her.' 'We are going to take care of her.' 'Never, ever let her go again.'

#c!techno x you #c!technoblade x you #c!technoblade x reader #technoblade #dsmp fandom #dream smp #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #dream smp x reader

[writerleo86]

Armor Champions - Season 4 - The Cale Arc - Episode 187 (Do Not Copy)

   In a small room of an apartment, both Aaron and Billy hurried to the window. They spotted the android called Cale who stood in the air with his arms folded.

   "Master Trey will be pleased to know about these two. But first, I must rid the world of these humans."

Armor Champions - Season 4 - Episode 187:  Reuniting With Old Friends; Desoto's Shaky Feeling

   The boys continued to watch until their enemy finally flew away.

   "What was he?" questioned Billy.

   "By the way it moves," Aaron responded. "That was an android. We should do what we can to avoid it."

   "We can strike back," replied Billy. "We can go back into the past and ask everyone for help."

   "That may work," answered Aaron. "But we must leave immediately."

   Moments later, the pair hurried into the basement of the large home in Osaka. They found the doctor Danielle Brief sitting by a laptop-computer by two small ships.

   Aaron ran into the nearest ship and sat its controllers up while Billy checked on the ship's fuel at the bottom.

   Aaron now wore a zipped blue jacket with long sleeves, black pants, and a golden belt with a silver rectangular buckle. He also had on a pair of short green boots with black at the center.

   Billy wore a black undershirt underneath a long-sleeved blue jacket that was opened. He also had tight black pants with a red belly band and a pair of short black boots.

   "What happened Guys?" asked Danielle.

   "We saw it," Aaron informed her. "It was an android that attacked the company Mom."

   "An android?" cried Danielle. "After all these years?"

   And Aaron told his mother "We're going back to get help from some friends in the past. We are going to put a stop to these attacks."

   He continued to inspect the entire ship as Danielle sat on her chair with a beautiful smile on her face.

   Aaron announced "The ship is fully ready!"

   "It's night time now," reported Danielle.

   "Good!" cried Aaron. "We can use that for cover."

   And Billy walked toward the ship as he ordered "Get on with it then!"

   Aaron shook his head with a smile and he said "Right. Let's be off."

   Both warriors aboard the small ship as Danielle opened the large opening by pressing a button on her computer.

   After the boys sat at the front, Aaron drove the ship out of the building. Then Danielle hurried outside and waved her hands as the ship flew as high as it could into the sky.

   The ship flew above a large and beautiful park where the emotionless android called Cale remained. Sitting on the swing by his right side was his creator named Trey Chaolan.

   Trey wore a long-sleeved black top underneath a short-sleeved black shirt with a fine collar and a long white tie. He also had on black dress-pants and purple socks. And he had on a pair of black slip-on shoes.

   They both watched the ship soar into the bright clouds. And Trey gave a wicked smirk.

   A large void of purple energy quickly formed before it. And the ship flew into the portal.

   A few moments later, the ship flew out of the hole. Both Aaron and Billy soon found themselves in the light-blue sky of Violet City.

   Aaron continued to ride the ship close into the city. And the pair spotted the large old mansion.

   "There it is!" reported Aaron.

   Billy stared at the building and gave a soft smile.

   "I'm home," He thought.

   They found two people sitting at a small white table near the porch of the beautiful backyard.

   The person sitting at the far side was the lovely Relena. She had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. She wore a pink blouse with long sleeves, tight white jeans, and brown slip-on shoes. And she wore her golden ring around her left ring-finger.

   The other was her husband, Jede Kaballa. He wore a red shirt with long black sleeves, tight blue jeans, and white shoes. He also had on a black necklace with a silver ring at the center. And he had his golden ring around his left ring-finger.

   Once they heard the sound, the couple quickly stood up and spotted the small ship flying toward them.

   "By the gods!" cried Jede.

   "Is it?" yelled Relena.

   Hurrying from the front door were the others.

   Desoto Martin wore a black undershirt, tight blue jeans, and white shoes. He also had his black band around the top of his head.

   His cousin Joey Spade had on a black tee-shirt, tight pale-green jeans, and black boots.

   Kody Perez wore a collared orange tee-shirt, brown dress-pants, and brown slip-on shoes.

   Carla Lewis had on a long white skirt that had no sleeves. And she wore a pair of short brown boots.

   Rico Nonaka had on a buttoned white shirt that had a fine collar and the long sleeves pulled to the elbows. He also wore a pair of tight khaki pants and brown shoes. And his dark-brown band was worn around the top of his head.

   Once the ship landed in the front yard full of green grass, the entrance on its back lowered down and the two boys ran down.

   "I knew it!"

   Relena hurried outside along with Jede and she cheered "It's them! They're back!"

   Carla ran to Billy and gave a warm hug as the others gathered around.

   "Billy!" shouted a happy Jede.

   Joey gave a quick hug to Aaron as he cried "You know how to make an entrance."

   A cheerful Aaron shook his head and replied "I try my best."

   "Welcome back, the both of you," said Kody.

   A loving Relena gave a warm hug to Billy as he shook Jede's right hand with his right hand.

   Then Joey asked Aaron "How is he?"

   Aaron shook his head and told him "It's a work in progress."

   "I missed you so much, Little Bro!" Relena told Billy.

   Billy gave a quick laugh and commented "I wasn't gone that long, you know."

   After she released Billy, he shook the right hand of Joey and the two hugged each other.

   "How's my training buddy?" asked Joey.

   "I'm great!" answered Billy.

   Then he looked at Joey once again and cried "You grew your hair out!"

   "And you grew a beard," said Joey. "You've gotten more handsome."

   Carla stood next to him and told Joey "I think he looks great with the beard too."

   After both Jede and Relena hugged Aaron, Billy noticed a skeptical Desoto standing at the door with his arms folded.

   "Hey, Desoto!" Billy greeted.

   Desoto lowered his head and thought to himself.

Desoto's thoughts:

Inside an old cave underneath the ruins of the enemy's hideaway, the three champions in armor -- Billy of the Ice Dome, Carla of the Golden Grail, and Desoto of the Black Shadow -- had confronted a foe from Desoto's past.

After Kyle Troi told his story, Billy gave out a quick chuckle and responded.

"You're an idiot if you think Joey will go back to worthless worms like you."

Desoto soon noticed the color of Billy's eyes had changed from a peaceful blue to a gloomy black.

Then a black wave rose from Billy's body as he yelled "Lay one hand on him, and I will KILL YOU!"

Desoto slowly back away as he asked "Wat's goin' n wit' ya Billy?"

The black aura around Billy's body grew larger as the area began to shake.

And Billy chanted "Polgoleszhunta, Polgoleszhunta, Polgoleszhunta!"

Parts of the earth rose as both Carla and Desoto watched in horror.

First, a large wave of wind blew from Billy to the enemy Troi who held his wrists to his face.

Second, Billy spread his arms out as he looked up. And he slowly stepped forward as large balls of black fire flew from him to his opponent.

"What is this guy?" cried a scared Troi.

A sinister Billy faced the enemy once again with an wicked grin as small sparks of white lightning came from his body along with more balls of fire.

"BILLY!" screamed Carla. "STOP!"

And Desoto yelled "STOP IT BILLY!"

Finally, a large explosion had vaporized the entire cave.

   After that, a caring Billy walked two steps forward as he held his right hand forward.

   "How are you doing, Desoto?" He asked.

   Desoto took two steps back and turned his head away.

   "I'm fine," He told Billy.

   And a questioned Billy lowered his head as a concerned Aaron found Desoto. Carla turned her head to face an uneasy Desoto. And she lowered her head with concern as well.

   Then Jede announced to both Aaron and Billy "This is Rico Nonaka."

   The brothers found the newcomer Rico Nonaka.

   Jede informed them "He works as a detective for the Space Police Department."

   "Space Police?" repeated Billy.

   And Jede added "Rico is also one of us -- an Armored One."

   "Aaron Brief," Rico implied. "The champion that originally came from the future."

   "You two know each other?" asked Relena.

   Aaron stared at the young detective for a moment. And Rico responded.

   "I know who he is. Anubis of the Time Frame told me about this guy. Aaron is quite a warrior, even though he likes to cross through time barriers a lot."

   "Anubis of the Time Frame?" called Aaron.

   "Who's that?" asked Billy.

   "The champion who guards the portals of Time," answered Kody. "Of course he would have a problem with Aaron crossing through Time repeatedly."

   "Wow..." commented Aaron. "I never thought there was a champion that guards all of Time."

   "Whoa!" cried Billy. "So this Anubis guy monitors our trips?"

   Rico shook his head as he laughed.

   And he told Aaron "It's okay. Just be careful for now on. I don't want to be the one that has to take you in, Brief."

   And a smiling Aaron shook his head.