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bluewren · 7 months

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HI WREN HAPPY FRIDAY! I see you would like Sera fluff! Maybe a little hurt/comfort to start it off, for Sera/Tali - "They shouldn't treat you like that." from the vague angsty prompts??

Hello Niri!!! This made me think of how Tali always seems to side with Sera. I used lo Mai gai as a food stand-in, since I was too lazy to create new lore. LOL @dadrunkwriting wc: 1120

The morning comes to Taliesen by the aching rumble in her stomach. That was the only sign that slept at all the previous night, the sudden nagging pain in her stomach. She had not eaten anything since Solas left. Last night's appetite leaving with her, along with the elven healer and trusted friend. They had failed to rescue Wisdom and Solas needed time to be away and to mourn, and though she understood that and tried not to think about what she would have done if it was her own siblings…

She hoped that Solas trusts her enough to stay and confide in her. Worse that something felt final in the way he left, the way he couldn't bear to answer her when he walked. How she seemed invisible when he said his last sentence.

It's possible that yesterday might have been the last night she'll ever see Solas again, and she is not ready to sit on that. Not when she feels like her worries as Inquisitor are stacking and she's losing distance on the people she can turn to.

Still, feeling down and worried about everything collapsing isn't helping her fill an empty stomach. The Dalish camp is close enough for a cozy home style meal.

Taliesen takes a quick sniff of her leather trousers, it still stinks of sweat from last night's battle. Though it isn't off-putting enough for her to not put them on along with a loose tunic and boots. She peels open the canvas covers of her tent, now seeing the sun is already a quarter away from its highest point.

Sera's already sitting by the smothered campfire, a doubtless sign that Taliesen slept for too long.

She waves. "Took you long enough. Feeling awake now, sleepyhead?"

Taliesen blinks, she can feel a smile slowly curl onto her lips. Somehow Sera's flippant forwardness is always enough to do that.

"Come on." Tali waves back, beckoning for Sera to follow her. "I need food. You can help me carry."

“Where we going?” Sera’s eyes widen, but she follows along anyway.

“The Dalish camp!” Taliesen points to the other side of the river.

“The Dalish camp?” Sera groans, crossing her arms.

“I got a sudden craving for [lo mai gai]. If they don’t have any, we can trade for aged embrium leafs and grains. We can make them ourselves.” Taliesen speaks, around feeling herself drool.

Sera grumbles, dragging her heel and slowing them both.

“What’s wrong with that?” Both elves stop, the Dalish elf of the two raises a brow.

“Some of them were giving me weird looks.” The City elf of the two replies, her foot begins tapping with irritation. “Like they got snot up their breathers. Don’t think they like me.”

Taliesen points her nose, unbearably close with her eyes in judgmental squint. “Seraaa, did you say something to them yesterday?”

“Nothin’.” Sera huffs, pushing the Inquisitor back by the shoulders to retake some space. “Why have to think that it was me who caused something?” Her voice rising.

In truth, Taliesen didn’t believe anything did happen between Sera and Hawen’s clan. Though she already sees the beads of sweat dripping off of Sera's neck, and is enjoying the sight of it.

“What if I didn’t?” She smirks, her words almost sound like purring.

“You!” Sera growls, she dashes to grab and headlock the other elf’s head.

Sera’s grip is stronger than Taliesen expected, feeling her head locked between two logs. Though not enough to stop her from laughing, she retaliates by tickling the other blond on her exposed side. She slowly manages to push Sera along towards the camp, managing to walk the straightest path she can while blinded and having her sense of direction turned sideways.

“Andaran Atish’an, my sister. It’s good to see you again.” Hawen stands in front of them.

The entangled elves realize they look dimwitted while waltzing into their camp. They swiftly straighten themselves, standing like impeccably professionals.

Taliesen clears her throat. “We would like to trade for food if your clan can spare anything.”

“We are happy to trade with you?” He nods, then turns to Sera. “But I would appreciate that your friend stays out of our camp.”

“What?” Taliesen gives back a baffled blink.

“Some of our People are perplexed by your friendship you two have, it will be better if she stayed out of the camp.”

She crosses her arms, a finger tapping her left shoulder, worrying that she might end up something regrettable. Sera is more vocal with her displeasure, grumbling at Hawen.

“She’ll be beside me.” Taliesen reassures. “We’re not here to cause anyone trouble.”

“That might be the case.” Hawen nods. He sighs, clearly reluctant to request this of her. “But we need to keep the peace between our people, the Dales have not been hospital as of late.”

“What does my friend have to do with any of that?”

“It’s a precaution. I want trouble on neither of our sides.”

Taliesen shakes her head. “We aren’t here to cause any trouble…”

“Inky, it’s fine.” Sera interrupts Taliesen, tugging her back by the shoulders. “Just get the stuff, I’ve got no problems waiting.”

“I’m not letting them treat you like that.” She says, her eyes narrowing.

“Got it!” Sera throws up her hands, back away from the camp. “You don’t need to. I’m not going to be around whoevers.”

“Sorry it has to be this way.” Taliesen sighs.

She chooses to follow along with her friend, rather than allow the clan to have their prejudices.

The elves tread back the path they walked, though now Sera feels her stomach growling unlike earlier. The walk feels twice as long back, and worse knowing that no treat is waiting for them when they return.

“Not a big loss. I’m sure the soldiers will have a meal ready.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Sera snaps.

“You think you’re the only city elf, who’s been turned away by them?” Taliesen raises a brow. “Dalish clans have been like that for as long as I’ve known them.”

“What’s it? My ears, too droopy for them?” Sera rolls her eyes. She feels herself gagging. “Not my first time hearing that either. Stuffin’ our mouths would have made everything better.”

“And you’ll be fine with that?”

“Doesn’t matter! We could have gotten a good meal.”

“You didn’t deserve to be treated like a roughneck, just for not being one of them.” Taliesen shakes her head, seeming surprisingly stern. “I’m not letting that happen.”

“Doesn’t need to be your choice.” Sera whispers, her cheeks feeling a bit flushed.

Though she doesn’t want to admit it with words, she’s grateful that Taliesen sided with her over the Dalish clan.

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rissynicole · 3 years

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DTIYS Contest Prize: Rllyaangrlly

Here is the first of the one-shots promised to the three winners of the DTIYS event I put on recently. (Thank you guys for being patient with me, btw. I’m a very slow writer, and you’re seeing it in action). Just as the title states, this one is for @rllyaangrlly, based on her requests.

This was a ton of fun and gave me an opportunity to not only shake some writing rust, but work with topics I don’t normally explore. More than anything, I was able to try to emulate the vibes Brit gives these characters in her own art/writing. I wish I had a better word for it, but I’ve always felt like Brit has a certain “aesthetic” with the IZ characters through her drawing style, the situations she puts them in, and her overall portrayal of their personalities. I’ve always adored it, and it was an honor to be able to try my hand at writing it.

Story is under the cut.

Characters: Dib, Zim, Gaz

Relationships: ZaGr, ZaDf

Warnings: minor injuries

Words: 3,706

Absurdity

The car’s engine and the drone of its wheels on the highway were the only sounds that passed between the three. The radio hadn’t been turned on, and no one had the gall nor the desire to change that. Not Zim, who was turned almost completely towards the window in the passenger seat, nor Gaz in the backseat. They drove along in heavy silence as Dib stared stonily ahead of him at the stretch of road, hands gripping the wheel numbly.

Dating. They’re… dating.

The idea was positively absurd to him. Not only did it feel weirdly out of the realm of possibility, but it felt wrong, somehow. Like some sort of tasteless prank. When Zim had told him, he’d half expected the camera crew from Punk’d to come parading around the corner, led by Ashton Kutcher, to point and laugh at the look on Dib’s face. “Can you believe it?! Your best friend—alien best friend—and your little sister! You totally fell for it!”

That almost would have been better. Cruel and mortifying, maybe, but better. At least then, he wouldn’t be sitting behind the wheel of the car trying to make sense of it while the two pretended not to notice from inches away. But it wasn’t a prank. Hell, Dib wasn’t famous enough to be on Punk’d anyway. Maybe someday… but not today.

A little part of him had high hopes for the series of paranormal investigation videos he and Zim had strung together. Lately, that little part of him had stopped feeling so childish, too. Their following had risen significantly over the last few months, gaining more and more traction as people tuned in. Suddenly, their modest little support net of viewers was in the hundreds. Then the thousands. Then the hundred-thousands. Truth be told, Zim and Dib hadn’t really come across anything of substance in their investigations, but their newer viewers weren’t exactly around for solid proof of the paranormal, anyway. It hadn’t taken long for the two to realize that most of the channel’s appeal came from the dripping sarcasm and witty banter directed at one another.

“Chemistry” was an apt word, and it got thrown around a lot. Zim and Dib, quite by accident, had become the up-and-coming best friend duo in the paranormal community. And with each new investigation, they garnered more and more recognition.

That’s where they were headed now, towards Ottawa National Forest to investigate the latest hot spot Dib’s research had led him to. The “Paulding Light” was a strange phenomenon, appearing in a single spot in the woods and taking form of a bright glow before fading off into the darkness of the night. Though plenty of locals could attest to having seen it, no one could feasibly explain it. Dib was determined to catch it on camera. Or at least he had been, before Zim had dropped the bomb on him right before leaving the house.

Dating. They’re… dating.

His thoughts rounded back, and he felt his hands readjust themselves on the steering wheel. Behind him, Gaz sighed quietly and cross her legs. He almost swore he could sense her and Zim exchange a glance through the rearview mirror, but he really had no way of knowing. He didn’t really want to know.

Dating.

“What’s the exit?” he asked, jarring them all back to reality.

Zim paused before answering. “It’s a couple down. Not this one, but the next.”

They returned to silence. Even as Dib’s blinkers resounded through the car and they exited off the highway. Even as the smooth highway turned to bumpy asphalt, then later, dirt roads.

At last, Zim spoke. “Dib—”

“I’m not mad,” he interrupted. “I’m just…I don’t know what I am. I need to process this. Just…” He trailed off, his mouth a thin line.

Zim and Gaz glanced at each other through the rearview again.

Eventually, they pulled into a dirt lot and spilled out of the little hatchback, glad for a break in the tension that had been all-consuming throughout the entire car ride. Gaz leaned back, popping her joints before heading to the trunk of the car where the camping supplies and camera equipment was. Zim took over, gathering it up and taking inventory of what they had brought along.

Just as before, everything was done without a word. No one really knew what to say. Gaz and Zim were giving Dib his space, and the latter still seemed to be at a loss. Driving hadn’t really cleared his head as he’d lamely claimed it would; it’d just made him more flustered.

Before long, they were off. The hike through the woods was only marginally less uncomfortable than the car ride had been, but the open air helped. Dib led the way, walking along the dimming trail as dusk settled in. The plan was to find a place to set up camp near the area where the Paulding Light supposedly made its appearance. Then, they’d hike again—this time under the cover of darkness—with the cameras rolling.

As the daylight slowly dissipated and the cool air settled in, Gaz paused to unhook her backpack from around her shoulders. Her jacket was inside, probably balled up beneath all the other crap she’d packed for this little excursion. Before she could even get her bag unzipped, though, Zim handed her his own sweatshirt.

She glanced up, and a wordless argument passed between them.

Now you’re going to be cold, her glare told him.

He gave her a challenging, almost haughty glance in return. Just put it on. I’m fine.

Gaz huffed a little and rolled her eyes, but ultimately acquiesced. She bunched it up and pulled it over her head. It was an overlarge navy hoodie with their college name and emblem branded on the front in bright, almost obnoxious yellow font. Zim had been wearing it almost religiously since October had arrived and the first freeze of the year had swept through their neighborhood.

When her face appeared at the neckline, she made brief accidental eye contact with Dib. He averted his eyes quickly. His mouth was still in that tight, thin line.

They continued on, walking until they’d found a suitable place to set up camp. Just as agonizingly silent as before, they set to tidying up the area, pulling out their sleeping bags, and taking inventory of the food they’d brought.

At this, Zim reached into one of the backpacks, eyes lighting up at a bag of jumbo marshmallows. Gaz slapped it away, all pretenses forgotten for a second. “Knock it off. We still have to film,” she said.

He snagged one anyway, popping it in his mouth defiantly before chuckling at her wavering attempt at a serious expression. They locked eyes for a moment, and then Gaz finally dropped it and began laughing along with him.

Dib cleared his throat.

They both turned and looked at him, smiles dropping instantly.

“Let’s get going,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose and looking up at the smattering of stars up ahead. “You have the camera, Gaz?”

She nodded and held it up.

Dib did his best to not look behind him at Gaz and Zim as they walked on. Suddenly, any playful or even amicable interaction between them had taken on a whole new meaning. Because it wasn’tjust amicable.

Dating. They’re… dating.

It made him feel like the last few months had been a lie. It wasn’t just him, his sister, and his best friend anymore. It was him, his sister, and his sister’s boyfriend.

He visibly shuddered as he stepped over a fallen tree branch. Ugh, he didn’t want to think about that.

About a mile in, they began to hear running water. Sure enough, only about five minutes later they came upon a fallen tree that spanned about the width of the trail. Some quick observation showed that it was acting as a sort of bridge over a shallow stream about five or six feet below.

“I guess this is sturdy enough,” Dib muttered, testing the strength of the log. He peered over the edge at the water. At this point, night had fallen proper. A small slice of moon illuminated the sky, casting down on the stream. Dark water glinted here and there as it passed over rocks.

He began to walk over it, arms held out for balance. He hadn’t said much at all, despite Gaz currently filming. She held the camera up anyway, sighing inwardly.

What a waste this trip was. Who the hell would want to watch a video of Dib moodily wandering through the woods all night?

As for Zim, he had hardly uttered a word, either. And he was usually the comic relief of their little program. The fact that Zim was quiet wasn’t just bizarre; it was unsettling.

Zim stepped up on the log, followed by Gaz, who was still holding the camera out in front of herself. The disproportionate weight made her lose her balance for a moment, which was then exacerbated when the entire log rocked along with her. On instinct, Zim reached out and caught her by the wrist.

Dib turned, still halfway across their little bridge over the stream. He glanced at the two blankly. Then, his eyes narrowed. Even in the darkness, the intensity of his glare met Zim’s eyes.

“Would it kill you to not fondle my sister in the middle of the night while we’re trying to film?” Dib muttered.

“What are you talking about, Earth-stink?” It was clear Zim’s already-thin patience was running dry. These days, nearly a decade after arriving on earth, he only pulled out the immature nicknames when he on the verge of arguing.

Dib simply gesticulated at Zim’s hand, still grasping Gaz’s wrist. Zim looked at him incredulously and then let go of her.

“Dib…” Gaz growled, “You’re acting like an asshole.”

I’m acting like an asshole?!” he said, the hours of tension suddenly bubbling to the surface. “You’re the one who decided to… to…” He was at a loss for words.

Gaz darkened nonetheless, eyes glinting. “I didn’t ‘decide’ to do anything! And if I knew you were just going to sulk the whole time, I would have stayed the fuck home! Do I even have to remind you that I do this shit as a favor to you?” She waved the camera in front of her, and Dib paled at both her words and the prospect of it slipping from her grip and into the stream several feet below them. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I didn’t even want to go camping right after my midterms?”

“A favor for me, sure!” Dib shot back. Maybe some people could be perfectly silent for hours on end and be perfectly calm. His temper had never allowed for that. He was speaking without thinking, and he could feel it. It still didn’t stop the word-vomit from coming. “You sure it’s a favor for me and not a favor for your little boyfriend over there?”

He gestured vaguely towards the “boyfriend” in question, who’s face was beginning to match Gaz’s. Before Zim could open his mouth, though, Gaz lunged forward, right into Dib’s face. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut the fuck up right now!”

The fallen tree they were balanced on began to rock a little, and Zim’s eyes went wide as he clambered to keep his footing. “Gaz—”

“Stay out of it, Zim!”

“I will not!” he shot back. “Not when you’re both acting like complete—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. The log rocked again, and this time, Gaz’s balance didn’t withstand. The little hand-held camcorder slipped from her grasp, and she instinctively lurched towards it with her hands outstretched. Zim, operating on the same instinct, tried to catch her again. His foot slipped out from under him along with a crumbling of tree bark that had split off the log

“W-woah!” Dib shouted. His eyes bulged from behind his glasses. He reached for both of them, catching the sleeve of Gaz’s hoodie and Zim’s arm to try to keep them from falling over the side. He only succeeded in making the sorry excuse for a bridge rock yet again. At that point, it seemed, the log decided it was no longer interested in keeping three fully grown adults upright and out of the water. It rocked, crumbled, and then slipped from where it had been wedged between the two ends of the hiking trail.

Dib, Zim, and Gaz went tumbling off. High, clipped shouts preceding their fall, then a series of splashing.

The water below was cold, but not terribly so. It was a shallow, slow-moving stream. Almost more of an inconvenience than anything. Even so, the drop was high enough that Dib landed on the balls of his feet, skidded out, and skinned both elbows as he fell clumsily onto his rump.

He groaned, cupping one scraped elbow in his palm. Already beginning to internally bemoan his soaking-wet clothes, he turned to Gaz. His anger was beginning to return to him in place of shock.

“Great. That’s a new camera down the fucking drain.”

Instead of an onslaught of choice words back at him, however, Gaz didn’t respond. She wasn’t even looking in his direction. Instead, she was turned away, hunched over something in the darkness. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing. At her feet, Zim’s body was lying halfway in the stream, completely motionless.

Gaz whipped around to look at Dib, soggy tendrils of hair stuck to her cheeks. She no longer looked angry. “I think he hit his head. Help me get him out of here!”

Dib’s eyes widened, and without thinking, he hurried around Gaz’s other side, grabbing Zim’s shoulder and hauling him to the grassy bank a few feet away. “Is he okay?” he shouted.

“I don’t know. Move!” She dropped to her knees in front of him. His wig sat like a sodden mop on his head, and she pulled it off before it could burn his scalp any more than it had. The worry she so evidently felt was plastered all over her face. Even in the darkness, Dib could see it. He was worried, too, but it was strange to see it so plainly on Gaz of all people. She had always been the more level-headed of the two, and seeing her normally morose, carefully composed poker-face fall away so quickly made Dib feel like he’d entered some alternate dimension.

Seconds later, Zim came around. With a moan, his eyelids fluttered open to reveal one contact and one overbright pink eye.

Gaz didn’t fuss or wring her hands, but she sighed noticeably in relief, then began asking him questions. (What is your name? Where are you right now?)

Zim answered in turn, seemingly fine. His hand wrapped around to the back of his head to absently massage at a growing bump, though. He groaned again and sat up.

“You need to get out of those clothes,” Dib said. He could hear a distant sizzling—the awful sound of water against Zim’s skin. Even in their days of mortal rivalry, that sound had always had a visceral effect that could pierce through any bluster and leave Dib cringing inwardly.

Gaz nodded her head in agreement. “Come on,” she said. She rose to her feet, then helped Zim up.

“I’m fine. This isn’t the first time this has happened on this filthy planet,” he muttered. The fire that had been in his voice just moments before had been snuffed out. He tugged at his soggy clothing and scratched at the rashes that were beginning to form on his arms and torso.

Before Dib had time to realize what was happening, they were walking ahead of him back to their camp. Gaz was leading the way this time. Zim managed to keep up, wincing in pain occasionally.

When they got back, Gaz beelined to Zim’s bags. While he ducked behind some brush and changed into new clothes, she pulled out a small first aid kit with the Irken insignia printed on the outside.

“He’ll need the—” Dib started. He stopped when he saw Gaz pull out the exact tube of antibiotic cream he had been about to gesture towards. She glanced at the Irken characters—Irken characters Dib hadn’t known she could read—and opened it.

“Can you hand me the bandages from your bag?” she asked.

Dib shot her a weird look but reached for the bandages anyway. “You know, his PAK heals him pretty quickly. I don’t think he even really needs them.”

“Yeah, but bandaging it up makes him whine about it less,” she said. She tried to hide the smile that had begun to form on her lips.

Dib handed it over and began to build a fire for the three of them.

Zim returned then, dressed in clean, dry clothes. While Gaz helped treat and bandage the worst of the burns, Dib kept silent. This time, however, it wasn’t out of whatever conglomerate of frustration he’d been feeling earlier. He was watching his sister coyly.

Gaz was not the maternal type. Throughout their entire lives, Gaz’s words and actions had been laced in a gruff sort of outer layer that warned others she was not to be trifled with. She kept her circle small and very rarely expressed any emotion other than cool apathy or outright anger.

The way she was acting towards Zim was a far cry from her normal self. Dib had only ever seen her like this on a handful of other occasions. When those memories drifted to him and he realized the common denominator, he suddenly felt uneasy. The tenderness in which she wrapped Zim’s forearm was with the same silent, admonishing tenderness she’d shown Dib when he’d gotten injured during his own idiotic exploits over the years.

Meanwhile, Zim sat slumped against a tree, letting her bandage him up without a fuss. While he was making an attempt at nonchalance, it was clear he was practically falling asleep where was sitting.

That was another little thing Gaz seemed to either know already or manage to take in stride: something about injuries made Zim unusually tired afterwards. For as long as Dib had known him, he’d been this way. Dib had deducted it was because his PAK was using more energy than usual, and Zim had more or less confirmed it. Even so, it was rather unsettling to see anyone sustain an injury and then drop off to sleep moments later like a narcoleptic.

That’s precisely what Zim was doing now, now. As soon as Gaz finished with the last bandage, she shook his shoulder to wake him. With the last of his energy, he shuffled to his sleeping bag and practically faceplanted onto it. Within seconds, he had dropped off to sleep.

Gaz patted his hand.

Dating, Dib thought yet again.

It was absurd. That was the only way he could put it. It didn’t make any sense. Almost…almost as absurd as the idea of him being friends with Zim in the first place.

He frowned and began to pull at the loose strings of a bracelet he’d worn on his wrist for the last year or so. Zim had an almost identical one that he, too, never removed.

Hadn’t there been a time when he couldn’t imagine himself being anything but Zim’s enemy? And now they were almost inseparable. If he could get used to that, why couldn’t he get used to this?

He glanced down at the bracelet and sighed. “You really care about him, don’t you?” he said finally.

Gaz glanced up, her face guarded. “I wouldn’t be with him if I didn’t.”

“And he treats you well?”

“What kind of stupid question is that?” She made a face, but it wasn’t entirely hostile. “I wouldn’t be with him if he didn’t.”

Dib’s eyes fell on Zim, who was snoring lightly. He didn’t doubt that. “Okay,” he said through another exhale.

“‘Okay,’ what?” Gaz said, raising a brow. “I don’t need your ‘blessing,’ Dib. I just want—”

“—No, no, no. I don’t mean it that way,” Dib said quickly, “I mean ‘okay,’ I will get used to this. And I’ll stop being such an asshole.” He quirked his lip upward in a humorless smile at the last part. “I’m sorry, Gaz. I could have handled that a lot better, and I didn’t.”

She pulled her knees to her chest and stared into the crackling fire. “Apology accepted.”

Zim began to stir then, one hand reaching out to scratch at his bandages.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Gaz said softly, taking the hand and moving it away. She made to rifle through their bags but was stopped when Zim’s hand closed around hers. He held her in place and began to murmur incoherently.

Gaz smiled; a sweet, serene smile Dib very rarely saw. “Just give me a minute,” she told Zim. She squeezed his hand and pulled away, unzipping the bag closest to her and retrieving what she was looking for—the marshmallows Zim had been after earlier.

She pressed one into his palm, and his fingers wrapped around it groggily.

Over the next hour, he slowly came out of whatever fog his PAK had put him through as it worked to heal him. By morning, the irritated rashes from the water would be gone and the bump on his head would be nothing but a distant memory.

Not for the first time, Dib thought about how strange Irkens were.

Over the rest of the night, the three gathered around the fire, roasting marshmallows. Even through the lulls in conversation, the tension that had practically been a permanent fixture earlier was gone. Instead, they slipped into their new dynamic. A dynamic that was, as Dib had claimed, absurd. But when hadn’t it been? Not when Zim had first arrived on Earth. Not when years and events had passed them by, and enmity had melded to friendship. And not now.

Absurdity was their specialty, and they were learning to wear it proudly.

~The End~

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jordanlahey · 4 years

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Blast From The Past...(3/?)

Pairing: Poly!lost boys x Reader

Summary: The boys feast and chase downs local witch coven and it didn’t work out in their favour. Home was home but at the same time it wasn’t.

Warnings: alcohol, drug mentions, some small fluff

Word count: 1675

"Wait are we seriously walking to the boardwalk?" Marko stopped and crossed his arms, he looked at you with a disappointed face.

"I don't drive and I don't see any faster way to get there." You replied back, you were starting to regret you decision on helping them if they are all gonna act like whiney bitches the whole time. You noticed that all the boys shared looks at each other, each face was full of mischief and it terrified you on what they were thinking. "Wait. What's that face for?" You furrowed your brows in concern and confused, they said nothing and Dwayne walked towards you and picked you up bridal style and the next thing you knew you were all up in the air. YOUR FEET WAS OFF THE GROUD! PANIC TIME!

You covered your eyes as the boys laughed and cheered, you even felt the rumble of laugher from dwayne a few times. It wasn't actually that bad flying but the water below made you nervous, he could let go and drop you into the water and you'd be a goner. They wouldn't do that to you not if you figured out a way to get them back, they needed you.

"Cheer up babe, Dwayne wouldn't drop you." Paul was now flying backwards keeping his eyes on you.

Babe?

"Babe?" You repeated under your breath. 'What is with all the pet names?' It's probably nothing they are from the 80's the best time for flirty comments that don't mean anything. Right? You all were there in no time and had landed somewhere nobody was gonna see and Dwayne steadied you back on your feet. "Right it's dinner time." The boys took the lead, walking and looking around for what you had presumed was their next meal or at least their first meal of being here. You followed behind them keeping your distance, you weren't 100% sure if you were to follow them or just hang around somewhere and they'll come get you but really did you want to watch them eat? Would it terrify you seeing them act animalistic?

"Y/n! Glad to see you." You cringed slightly at the high pitched voice that called your name. The boys all stopped when they heard your name and turned to see who caught your attention. "That was some party the other night although you could have at least pretend you were having a good time." The girl added making you roll your eyes.

"Oh believe me it was so entertaining watching you and a bunch of others exchange saliva and getting high. So. Much. Fun." You sarcastically remarked. The girl glared at you then noticed the boys behind you.

"Hi there I'm Nancy if you'd like, me and some of my friends are gonna head to the beach if you care to join us." Nancy spoke in a sickly seductive tone which cause you to look at her in utter disgust, she'd flick her red hair every so often. Who does she think she is throwing herself at them like that! Ugh! Won't they feed of her and her friends, please. You weren't jealous or anything...you just hated how she does that to them. You were too busy glaring daggers in the back of her head to notice that they boys kept looking at you and reading the thoughts in your head. The boys looked at you then at Nancy they all had come to an internal agreement.

"We'd love you go." Marko pulled a cheeky smile and nudged Paul, when you heard what he said your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. "But we're only going if Y/n, here is invited." Marko sauntered over to you and hung his arm over your shoulder.

"Oh y/n can't, I bet she has better things to do." Oh that's the last nerve, you balled your hand in a fist then took a deep breath.

"Actually, I'd love to tag along. I can predict tonight will be one to remember." You said with a smirk as Nancy glared at you.

The six of you joined Nancy's friends, you never liked them they were all too sleazy and had all sorts of lewd thoughts running through their heads it was too loud to block out and surely the boys can hear it too. You wouldn't have to worry about them after tonight or at least you hope you won't have to.

The night went on and you stayed in the background not getting involved with them, you just sat and watched how Nancy had basically ignored her so called "date" not that you are surprised but instead latched herself onto Dwayne and Paul while her other friends do they same to David and Marko, this was no surprise for you but you sat on one of the logs sulking and glaring daggers at the girls whenever they got too close for comfort. What was worse was that Paul and Marko were eating up all the attention you couldn't expect anything less they are probably use to so much female attention. They could at least have some self control. Nancy's date would occasionally sit next to you and make small talk but you had to shoo him off since you weren't interested. The boys noticed your irritation, they enjoyed seeing you so jealous and they partly wanted to see just how long you'll sit through it.

You were starting to lose interest in this whole party, you much rather go back home and look through your books for something to get them back to their time. Marko then joined you, slinging his arm around your shoulder.

"Enjoying yourself?" He spoke loudly close to your ear so you could hear him over the music, you move your head away from him, his breath stunk of alcohol it made you cringe.

"Hardly I'm bored and your breath stinks of booze." You scooted away from him but he followed. "What." You smiled sarcastically at him. "I'm sure you're being missed by those two over there." By this time the other guys had left, they weren't up for being ditched for other guys which is understandable.

"Someone's moody. Fear not the show is just about to begin." He sadistically grinned and looked at everyone, it was pretty clear that there would be no survivors, it made you wonder just how violent they could get. You watched as Marko got up and walked to one of the girls, shamelessly flirting with her then your eyes went to Paul who was already kissing the neck of a different girl. The screams caused you to snap your head towards David who had already started drinking from her and after that they all started to feed, you kept turning your head at each boy, they screams getting louder than quieting down. Staring wide eyed at them, you couldn't tell if you were afraid or not they were like animals, tearing into the necks of their prey.

It wasn't till they started laughing and whooping that the screaming had stopped and you watched them throw the bodies into the fire clearing the evidence, you now felt bad for wishing death upon Nancy and her friends but that didn't mean you'd never see them again you'll see them tomorrow, they're faces all over the news, phones, and on missing posters.

"Earth to Y/n." David wave a gloved hand in front of you and you blinked back into reality. "Have scared you off have we?" He chuckled darkly, looking back at the others who also laughed.

"You're brutal." Was all you managed to say.

"Hey, you were the one wishing we would just feed on them." Paul added, he had a point and it's true you did. You were jealous it's a dangerous emotion to have. "Come on, we can all have a good time now."

"Can't let alcohol go to waste." Dwayne picked up a bottle and opened it with ease, the rest joined it and all waited for you. It was clear they had no intentions on killing you so you picked up a bottle and held it out for someone to open it. You soon just let yourself go and has a good time for once you weren't the moody one at the party.

David sat back against one of the logs smoking watching you dance with Paul, you were wasted and he was high and David was making sure Paul behaved himself, he had a tendency to be grabby when he was high. You however, were just too drunk to care about anything else, the alcohol coursed through your body making you feel all buzzed as you danced with Paul through the music. The alcohol coursed through your body creating a soft buzz, you were having fun and you had never let yourself get this wasted especially around other people but you lost all ability to care as you danced with Paul. Occasionally you would feel his hands on your waist but not even a minute later Dwayne would slap him up side the head to remind him to keep his hands to yourself but soon everybody realised he would do it on purpose just to hear the laugh bubble from your lips. You slowly felt the buzz leave and you began to feel tired, your feet couldn't even keep you upright and slowly you leaned backwards but David had caught you and held you against his chest.

"Tired?" He asked. You couldn't even speak without your words being slurred so instead you just nodded, David picked you up and all of you fled back to the cave.

It wasn't just the five of you at that spot no no, not to far behind someone else was watching. They weren't too pleased with what they had witnessed, in fact they were disgusted from the sight of the feeding and then whatever they had just saw. The boys and yourself had something bigger to worry about than just finding a spell.

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what’s that? divorced mociet au for maximum angst? don’t mind if i do!

they meet in a local park, deceit probly says something like “Nature is so beautiful, it’s a shame man tries to own her” and patton is like “omg so deep take me”

they go on sum dates

patton dives head first into love and drags dee with him

pat wants to get married, dee is unsure, but want to make pat happy so he accepts

they adopt a 3 year old logan and 1 year old twins roman and remus

tensions rises as they have two distinct styles of parenting

a friend of patton gets pregent young and asks him to raise the baby (trans!remy for added angst maybe idk)

pat agrees without talking to dee

dee finds out and they have their 1st big fight

dee agrees to raise the babe but the tension has snapped and is poisening their relationship

lil babe virge joins the famILY

deceit goes “i’ve only know virgil for a hour but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone and then myself”

they divorce and there’s an ugly custody battle

dee: “you aren’t responble enough to raise children!!!”

pat: “my baaaaabbbiiiiieeeessss!!!”

Logan (5) and Roman (3) go with Patton

Remus (3) and Virgil (2) go with Deceit

Patton moves away to a new town and they break off contact

pat enrolls his sons in a K-12 school and they do really well

dee works long hours to support his sons

he puts remus in a public school, but remus doesn’t do well in school

he gets into fights and gets expelled

dee sends him to a new school

this happens alot

dee wants to keep remus and virge in the same school, so every time remus gets expelled, he moves both of them

they never stay in the same school for more than a year

this is very stressful for dee who eventually has to move around to keep up with remus’s school-switching

this is also super hard on virgil who never learns how to make friends

dee, who is always stressed and not always there, and remus, a fuck-up who couldn’t care less, become his contants

they move to a new town before virgil’s freshman year

virge and remus go to the local highschool

remus meets roman in their classes (surprise! they have ended up in the same town patton moved to earlier!!)

they don’t reconize either other (obv they were like 3)

remus chalenges roman to a fight durring lunch

virge is like “remus no” and remus is like “remus yes”

crowd gathers and roman wants to protect his pride

they fight and it gets bloody quick

roman’s older brother, logan (:O), comes rushing in and breaks it up

he reconizes remus and virge (he got good memory or sumn)

virge is like “WTF REMUS THIS IS WHY DAD HATES YOU”

and leaves

Logan is surprised pikachu face

the whole school is buzzing with gossip of new kids und log and rom

virge skips class and hides in the liberary

logan finds him after school

logan: “bro i’m like ur older bro” virge: “wth no way bro” logan: “no no i got this picture with both of our now single parents in it” virge: “fuck dude that’s sum pretty solid evidence”

virge opens up a bit to lo

they go to the dention room together but!! patton is there (gasp) and virge is like “omg i can’t let him see me” and lo is like “ur tots right, i won’t say a word”

pat and boys leave and virge goes into dention room

but remus is gone????

suprise bitch he went home early- virge learns thru dee’s “wth are u!!” phone call

dee and boys have dinner, which doesn’t happen often

dee: “im so sorry we can’t have this more often” remus: “whatever ur cooking stinks” virge: *internal panic* cantlethimfindoutcantlethimfindout

back to pat- he’s not angry, roman, just disapointed. fighting=bad

everyone goes to be tired and upset except remus, bc he’s a bastard (look i love him, but he is a bastard)

next day is school day

people whisper about virge and reem in the hallways, but he indimidates them with his Insane Looks TM

Roman “”””forgives””””” Remus when the meet and remus shrugs and insluts his non-existent mother

logan is there and calmly reminds roman not to retaliiate

things go okay for a few weeks

virge is loney, remus is bastard, roman is trying so hard to not punch him in the face, and logan is a nerd

virge needs lo’s nerd skills to pass a test

lo teaches him at the school

ro joins one of their study sessions

at 1st he’s rude to virge but then he reliezes virge is not a bastard like remus

they become friends, an lo and virge tell ro ~The famILY Seceret~

later ro begs virge to join Drama Club

virge is like “nuuu” ro is like “pleassss” virge is like “...ok fine.”

they are doing a play version of The Parent Trap

Ro and virge gets the role of the twins

rem makes fun of virge for his growing interest in the-ay-tar, but dee’s happy he’s putting himself out there and making friends

logan finds the play ironic lol

pat is excite!! and support!! for roman and his starring role

but then!! lo ro and virge Relieze both parents will Be There and See their Sons or Each Other

remus shows up like an eavesdropping bitch and is like “lol what if we dedicated it to them lol it be funny”

“REMUS NO”

lo’s like “welp nothing we can do bout it now”

ro: “wait! what if u and remus took the other parent of the child on stage out of the theater so they only see their child!!”

lo: unrealilistic

virge panic tm

remus gives a ton of really bad ideas

everyone goes home with this big fat problem in their minds

remus starts dropping onimous hints about the play and dee is Concern

the day of the play comes

ro and virge decied that no matter what, the show must go on

they perform and do really well, breaking both their legs (jk)

(remus throws a tomato onto the stage at the climax lol)

after the show virge finds dee an ree in the crowd

dee is super quiet and looking around (he has the program in his hand)((the program with roman’s full name)) (((which would have patton’s last name)))((((u get it))))

virge panic pt 2, but remus saves the day (whaaa) by asking to go for icecream

dee agrees and they go for sum BR

BUT! ro lo and pat had the same idea!!

they’re in the same icecream parlor!

remus stiffs a laugh

dee cooly glances over to where the pat and boys are sitting before heading over to the country to order

virge quietly follows

lo notices them and nudges ro who abruptly stops talking and looks over at dee and boys, alerting pat of their prensence

flashes of grief on pat’s face

the table is quiet before ro awkwardly picks up the conversation where he left off

dee gets a table as far away from pat &co as possible

however, he looks up once and locks eyes with patton

both tables are quiet

dee breaks the eye contact and starts talking to his boys

patton smiles sadly at his icecream

“I thing we should go home kiddos.”

at home, lo explains everything

pat nods numbly and locks himself in his bedroom

logan comforts roman

at the ice cream, dee talks to virge and remus about the play until patton leave

“so do you know them?”

virge breaks down and admits everything

remus isn’t as much as a bastrad now

dee ods calmly and they eat ice cream in silence

they next day is saturday

virge stays in his room despite remus atempts to play

remus also locks himself in his room

dee finds logan’s cell number in virgil’s backpack and calls him

surprisingly patton picks up

they talk for a while

they agree to keep the kids in the same school

“I miss you somethimes, dee.” a pause. “Your mistake.”

dee hangs up

he looks up to where virgil’s room is and sighs.

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spnreactions · 4 years

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15x15: Gimme Shelter

Alright guys! It’s time!

Just a heads up, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, these posts usually come out later in the day, because even if I watch it live, I tend to do my reactions live, but then write up the full review later. In case you were wondering why the posts don’t usually come right away.

Anyways! Let’s get down to it!

Oof. Yep. We’re definitely on the serious track now, with a then like this.

Also, I didn’t say this before, but I really love the “then” and “now” openings for this season. It’s beautiful with the Impala like that. <3

Oof. Interesting flashback to Jack breaking out of the Ma’lak Box.

...ew. Maybe it doesn’t taste as gross as it looks, but it looks gross.

Jesus girls, chill.

Okay, I already like the pastor.

I’m watching live this week, and I’m in a FB group that’s commenting as we watch, and someone just pointed out that the pastor is Dr. Sexy MD!! Man I love when actors return like that.

Ope. Connor’s gonna die. Poor kid. He seemed nice.

...that teddy bear definitely wasn’t there when he was walking over before, but okay.

UMMMMM...TALKING TEDDY!

NO THANK YOU!!!

I HAVE A DOLL THING!!! NOT COOL!!!

Hmmm...gotta be honest, I’m not sure how I’m feeling about Cohen’s directing on this one. :/

It had a talking teddy bear. I bet it is.

Darkness. Nice pun.

“He’s not that funny.” XD XD

Dean you just want to go to Atlantic City whether Amara’s there or not don’t even deny it. XD

Cas’s confused face will always be one of the cutest things ever. <3

I love the way they’re all walking down the hallway together. It’s such a simple thing, but I like the way they’re positioned and everything. Point: Matt Cohen.

SCENE FROM THE PROMO!

Sure they can.

“She and I used to have a thing” DEAN!! XD XD

HIIIII JACK!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Dude, let me tell you, I am so ready for some quality Cas and Jack content.

I love all the different reactions here. Dean is trying to get Cas and Jack out of the house, which Jack is super excited about, and Cas is very not into. XD

...wait, did they not tell him about Mrs. Butters? Or did they just not mention her name?

Cas looking at Sam like “help me out here” and Sam being like “sorry but no”. XD

Oh come on Cas. Look how excited Jack is! I love how enthusiastic he gets over every hunt. It’s adorable and I love him. (Yeah you’re gonna be hearing that a lot. XD)

Cas is like “you’re kidding me right?”

“Highway to Heaven” XD XD

THE SCENE!!

MY BABY IS SO EXCITED I LOVE HIS LITTLE SMILE AHHHH!!!!

No matter how Cas is against going to deal with something so small fry when they’re in the middle of something so huge, he will still smile affectionately at his son, because he loves him. <3 <3 <3

“Blue’s a good color on you.” XD XD <3 <3

“Agent Swift.” XD XD XD XD

“Agent Lovato.” I’M DEAD THESE TWO ARE THE BEST!!! XD XD XD XD

HE’S HOLDING HIS BADGE UPSIDE DOWN JUST LIKE CAS DID ON HIS FIRST HUNT I’M DEAD!! XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

A BABY YODA REFERENCE?! This show oh my god. XD XD XD

“I just graduated from CSI.” JACK OH MY GOD YOU ADORABLE LITTLE BEAN!!! XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Okay, I love watching Cas and Jack together, and I love watching them go on a hunt, but guys, could you at least TRY to be subtle? “Did you find tiny bags with chicken bones? Smell any sulfur? Feel cold?” Like, NO you two. XD XD

The cop lady is just like “what the heck is wrong with these two?”

Oh. “Liar” isn’t a seven deadly sin thing. Maybe I was wrong about that.

“For my stepson, Ronald.” JACK!! XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 I love him so much oh my god.

For someone who’s new to hunting, that was actually an awesome cover. <3 <3

Wait...speakers? Maybe it isn’t something supernatural after all?

“Almost demonic.” Okay so that was a little more subtle.

Okay Cohen, I take back what I said about your directing. That was a good shot of the stop sign.

I love the way Jack’s sitting in the back of the truck. <3 <3

Learning from Sam. <3 <3 <3

Cas, there is no such thing as too many cats. His face when he says that though. XD

THAT ENTIRE SEQUENCE ABOUT PARENT/GUARDIAN PERMISSION I’M DYING HOLY FRICK!!! XD XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

That was both the cutest and funniest thing ever and I just...I LOVE THEM AHHHH!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

I feel like Cas is upset though. Like, he’s extra frustrated with the whole Amara and God thing. Not that I blame him of course. He’s just got a certain...coldness to him in this episode. But I like how it disappears whenever he’s talking to Jack. <3 <3 Good acting on Misha’s part.

For example, that little soft smile when he looks over at Jack logging in to the social media account is so sweet and so cute and so undeniably fatherly. <3 <3

Okay, gotta be honest: British demon? Totally hot.

"Why is he talking like that?” he whispers, very loudly in a way that the party he is speaking of can definitely hear him. XD XD <3 <3

“Because Zack has style.”

WAIT!!!

He’s not ACTUALLY British??!!

Oh my god that shouldn’t have made me laugh, but it TOTALLY did.

AND he made the “Highway to Heaven” reference just like Dean did!

I love this demon holy frick. XD XD

Cas’s and Jack’s confused expressions at his sudden change. XD

“I would watch that show.” XD XD

How this show manages to introduce a new character, however brief, and give him so much personality when we’re six episodes from the end is beyond my understanding, but man, it is one of the many reasons I love this show. <3

Ha! “Demons are get, humans are just crazy” ring a bell?

Ha! Of course Rowena has that philosophy. God I miss her.

“You’re a deviant soul corrupted by Hell.” Ah, Cas, ever quick with the logical wit. XD

Cas’s “and we’re done”. XD

Zack is so desperate.

And now, Zack is all of us during COVID. XD

I love Zack. Take him with you. XD <3

Oof. Too true, Cas. Too true.

Awww...Jack.

AWWW! Cas!!! Knowing his son wanted to be busy and help people. I LOVE THEM!!!

THOSE SMILES AT EACH OTHER OH MY GOD SO CUTE!!! <3 <3 <3

She’s gonna steal the money.

Yep. Classy lady. *eye roll*

Ope. And now she’s gonna die.

AHHHH!!

OKAY I TAKE THAT BACK!! BRING THE TEDDY BEAR BACK!! SCARY MASK IS WORSE!!!

My mom and I both screamed jesus christ.

“Focused.” Interesting phrasing, but okay.

I like the way this phone call is happening. The back and forth is cool, and I like their easy talk with each other.

Dean can’t just give straight advice. Ever. “Drink the Kool-Aid and sign up.” XD

Oof. Jesus.

Clearly Dean wasn’t talk about the Amara thing.

Wait, this was over a two-day timeline? Huh. Okay then.

Dean that doesn’t mean it doesn’t affect you stop.

“Messengers of God’s Destruction”.

No, but did any of us?

“Least this time it’s not you or me.” Yeah, yet.

That look Sam gives him means he had the same thought I did.

Okay sorry, I am super not religious, and the God speak makes me want to barf.

HA! JACK! XD

See, this is why you have to give straight advice, Dean. I know that’s hard for you, being your chaotic bi self and all, but angels tend to take things literally, bud. XD

Jack you dork. XD <3

Geez girl. Be nice.

Jack whispering again to try to be sneaky I love him. <3

So that’s a yes then.

Jesus. She’s a b***h. I don’t like her.

That little head nod OMG!! <3 <3

I LOVE THE CAS AND JACK TEAM UP THEY’RE SO CUTE!! <3 <3

Oh. That was a sweet hug.

My Mom: It’s him. It’s the pastor. He’s the bad guy.

Oh! Greed! So this is a seven deadly sins thing!

Ummm....that’s a little weird. Maybe this is as monster after all, with the tech working like that?

But if it was a monster, why is she set up like that?

Okay no, I take that back. I watch Criminal Minds, and this totally looks like something a serial killer would do. Especially the timer thing.

“The new guy’s hot.” MEEEEE. That girl is me. XD <3 <3 <3

EVERY. SINGLE. THING. JACK. DOES. IS. SO. STINKING. ADORABLE. <3 <3 <3 <3

Boyfriend and girlfriend, I’m guessing?

Awww...baby. :(

Awww...Jack. :( :(

Okay but, like, we’ve learned now, right? Don’t give her your whole story please and thank you.

Oh okay. That’s okay.

This girl is...off. Is it the acting, or is the character actually weird? I honestly can’t tell.

Oof. Daddy issues alert.

“I have more dads than most.” AWWW!!! XD XD XD <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Wait baby no, you’re not letting them down stop that. :( :( :(

Ew. “Put your trust in God, not people.” Now I hate her. Trust me honey, the last person Jack--or anybody, for that matter--should be putting his faith in is God.

Oh okay then.

Ha! I love Cas’s subtle little sass with the “faith-based community”.

Oh. A.V. and tech. TV screen. Bingo.

Yeah I don’t think it’s the pastor. He seems too innocent.

...except he’s definitely not getting any father-of-the-year awards. But what else is new with this show.

“It’s complicated.” What are you talking about?? Just say yes, Cas.

Awww...soft side of Cas. <3

Yeah no. It’s not the pastor. There’s no way. It must be that Brother Rudy dude.

Ha! Awkward. XD

That’s actually really nice. I like that idea, having a church community (sorry--faith-based community) helping other people like that. It’s sweet.

Oh. Connor was gay. That honestly totally makes sense. Poor guy. :(

I’m glad the pastor was accepting of him though! <3 <3

Awww...that’s a good line. “A saint is a sinner who keeps trying.”

I really hope it’s not the pastor. I like him.

My Mom: Wait, have we just never seen them put gas in the car before? I had no idea it was behind the license plate!

I’m thinking back and I didn’t know that either, so this must be the first time we’ve actually seen them, like, open it, and that’s HILARIOUS to me. XD

OOOOH WAIT!! This is where they see Amara, according to the promo photos!!

Oh heeeey girl.

Wow she looks really pretty with that snow in her hair.

She...she...smelled them?

“You have a very distinctive musk.” “Thank you.” ARE THESE TWO STILL PINING FOR EACH OTHER? XD XD XD

I like this Amara. She’s fun.

My family and I always make kielbasa with our pierogis (I had no idea that that was how that was spelled, btw), so pierogis without the kielbasa feels wrong. XD

Jensen’s facial expressions say so much all the time and I love it. XD

Oh boy.

NOOOOOO!

WHAT IS IT WITH SUPERNATURAL AND FINGERS ON THIS SHOW JESUS!!

Okay, WHO is the timer for?? Like, is it just some form of slow torture?? Because it’s not like it’s being shown to anyone other than her.

Ooh. I like that he’s listing off all of the different names for God. Good pastor. Please don’t be a bad guy.

HIS FAMOUS “hello” OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUUUUUUUUCH!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

...oof. Ummm....

Awww.... Poor baby. :( :( :(

AWWW!! Dad Cas to the rescue!! <3 <3 <3

Jack looking at his dad omg. <3 <3

I already like this speech from Cas. I can tell it’s gonna be good.

“I guess I found a family.” <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

JACK’S LITTLE SMILE!!!

“And I became a father.” THERE IT IS!!! THERE. IT. IS!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

THE WAY JACK LOOKS AT HIM AFTER HE SAYS THAT AHHHH!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

AWWWW!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

GOOD SPEECH CAS!!! GOOD SPEECH!!! WAY TO MAKE YOUR SON FEEL BETTER!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

Awww...I really like this pastor. <3

FRIIIICK.

Oh sh**. There’s the time for everyone else.

JESUS!!!

Yeah okay. This is 100% a human being’s doing. A monster wouldn’t bother.

Jack running over to turn it off right away. Ever the hero. <3 <3

The pastor seemed too surprised to have done it, which, for me, puts pastor in the clear. Thank goodness.

True, but also he sucks, so help us out Amara.

Okay, I’m sorry, but quick side note. Everyone keeps saying he’s “very nearly done”, but when Dean looked in the telescope, he didn’t see anything. I thought that meant he was done. Unless it only reaches so far? I guess it probably only reaches so far in terms of other dimensions.

Sure there is.

“Our pal Jack.” That’s such a weird thing to hear him say, but okay. XD

Also I’m not sure how I feel about them telling Amara about Jack. Like, I like her, and I feel like she’s gonna help, but what if she doesn’t? She could, whether intentionally or unintentionally, wind up seeing Chuck and mentioning Jack to him, and if she does, that ruins the whole plan. But, on the other hand, I guess they have to earn her trust, and keeping details from her would definitely make that harder. But I still don’t like it. It puts my baby in danger. Again. But anyways.

Oh. Just like that?

“I get he’s your brother” Dean says oh so casually, as if he hasn’t literally moved heaven and hell to protect and save his own brother.

“Squirrely weirdo” XD XD

Oh. The Big Bang. New theory. I like it. XD

Sure he can.

Ummm...yeah, Amara. You’re a fool. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. Maybe he cares about you a little, but definitely not as much as you’re giving him credit for. Not right now anyways.

Wait...she actually said no? No way. I thought they were gonna be able to convince her. Guess my initial theory was wrong... What does that mean though? Like...what now?

Jack’s gonna come slamming through that door, according to the promo.

Called it!

Wait...why did Jack slam through it while Cas is just...casually standing there? You’re an angel, Castiel. XD

“Lust” It is based on “Seven”! I love it!

Welp...guess it’s not him.

Wait, so we are walking away with a no? That never happens to us!

THERE we go. Go get her Dean.

Is it just me, or has Sam been, like, really not involved this episode?? Jared’s had, like, six lines. XD

OH! Okay, the “then” makes sense now.

Oof. You tell her, Dean.

That she sucks. That’s what she wanted. Because she does.

Wait NO WAY! That’s what I said! Kind of, anyways.

Woooow. That’s actually pretty messed up, Amara. But it makes sense for why Mary was such a terrible character and why I hated her so much. She is only human. A sucky human, too.

Is it, though?

“That you could finally start to accept your life.” Okay, that’s actually kind of cool, and that’s awesome on the writers’ part for adding in that explanation of why everything went the way it did. Nice.

But also, that’s pretty messed up Amara.

Oooh. We’re about to get some awesome Jensen acting, aren’t we?

Jensen’s trying not to cry face is so incredible wow.

Awww....poor Dean.

Jesus Amara. A little sympathy?

OOF. I love that quiet fury that Dean has.

OOH! He got her!

YES DEAN!!! TELL HER!

“Well now who’s living in a dreamworld?” ...ouch. But true.

...oh boy. That was a bold-faced lie. But so brilliantly told, Dean.

After ALL THAT, you’re going to THINK ABOUT IT? Really??!!

But hey! I KNEW IT!! BEAUTIIFUL acting moment on Jensen’s part!! AWESOME scene. <3 <3 <3 <3

Oh! It’s the girl. I’m calling it.

Yep. Daughter.

I KNEW SHE WAS BEING WEIRD!

See?! Super religious people are crazy!!

Go Cas and Jack go!

Ope. Cas is gonna heal, and Jack is gonna attack. Go boys go!

Cas is gonna heal in front of all those people oof.

Girl has ISSUES.

Wow, this girl is WAAAAY too religious. Chill.

Yeah, cause you need help.

HEY!!! NOT COOL SYLVIA!!!

Oof. Yeah nice try, but that’s not gonna work.

I love how Jack just takes it and then heals all bada** like “yeah sorry but no”, but then he still looks up with the kindest and most innocent expression and I love it. <3

Meanwhile Cas is like “yeah I’m not having any of this.” XD XD

Does...does he always have to say sleep when he does it? Cause he didn’t used to, and for some reason, that was hilarious. XD

Jack’s little nod. So cute. <3 <3

Fixed her fingers, but couldn’t wash the blood off. XD

Yeah ummm...how you gonna explain that one, Cas?

At least pastor dude seems nice. And, like, being the good kind of religious, he’ll probably be totally cool with the angel thing.

Wait, pastor dude is still processing this when morning hits? Okay then.

“Not a very good one.” WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! You are literally the BEST angel, thank you very much.

Man that girl is MESSED UP.

And Jack still feels sorry for her, my baby. :( <3 <3

Ah. Nothing like your daughter becoming a murderer for you to finally step into a proper role of fatherhood.

WAIT A SECOND! IT’S ZACK!!

Dude waaait. What does that mean?? That’s, like, a really random thing. Does that mean she’s gonna come back? Or that Zack is gonna come back? I’m not sure what that means. That seems so random! I DEMAND ANSWERS SUPERNATURAL!

The way Cas looks at Jack after the pastor says that about looking after her better. Cas I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you’re the best father Jack could’ve asked for, okay?

Awww! Cas and Jack talk time!! <3 <3

Cas is trying so hard to help him I love him. <3

NO YOU DON’T STOP!! THIS IS WHAT FAMILY IS FOR!! WHHHHYYY are all you Winchesters like this.

Wait. WAIT! He was hiding something?! I hate it when Sam’s right.

Wait WHAT?!

HOLD ON!!!

NOOOOO NO NO NO NO NO!!! NO! JACK NO!!! That is NOT ALLOWED!!!

HOLD ON A SECOND!!! NO!!! THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING WTF??!!!

Wait wait wait. A bomb?? Like, just like S11?? Because no. No no no. We’re not doing this again. JACK YOU ARE NOT GONNA DIE WTF??!!

THIS THROWS ALL OF MY THEORIES OUT THE WINDOW NOOOO!!! IT CAN’T BE JACK!!! I REFUSE!!! :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

WE JUST GOT YOU BACK!!! WE CAN’T LOSE YOU AGAIN!!! :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

Cas’s face is all of my emotional screeching right now.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN “Don’t tell Sam and Dean.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME JACK??!! THESE ARE YOUR DADS!! THEY NEED TO KNOW!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!! CAS WON’T LET YOU!!!

JACK NOOOO!!! STOP IT WITH ALL OF YOUR GUILT! GOD you’re such a Winchester!! NO!! DEAN BAKED YOU A DANG BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! YOU DON’T NEED TO DIE FOR HIM TO FORGIVE YOU!!!

I’M HAVING SUCH A HARD TIME TYPING RIGHT NOW WTF IS THIS SCENE??!! :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’(

Me too, Cas!!!

SEE JACK??!! YOU CAN’T!!

NO! WHAT IS THAT?!

NO!! STOP IT!!! STOP IT YOU STUPID IDIOT NO!!! YOU CANNOT SACRIFICE YOURSELF LIKE THIS!!! THEY WON’T LET YOU!!!

Cas tell Sam and Dean. Please.

Oh WAIT! We have, like, two minutes left craaap. This is the scene from the promo. Cas is gonna say Sam and Dean need to know something and then it’s gonna end. I’m calling it right now.

YES CAS!! GO CAS GO!! SAVE YOUR SON!!!

Yep. Here it is. It’s gonna cut off.

GODDA**IT!! I HATE IT WHEN I’M RIGHT!!!

WHY YOU GOTTA DO ME LIKE THAT SUPERNATURAL??!! You can’t just...DROP A BOMB like that and then NOT RESOLVE IT GOD DA**IT!! SCREW YOU WRITERS!!!

AHHHHH!!! I NEED NEXT WEEK RIGHT NOW!!! AHHHHH!!! THIS IS SO NOT OKAY!!!!

If I deny it ever happened, then it didn’t happen, right? Jack and Cas solved the case, Sam and Dean got Amara’s help, and they all went home and had family dinner, okay? New ending. There we go. Problem solved. Because NO!

Well...f**k. I guess it’s review time?? But JESUS CHRIST!!! Okay, okay, I need a minute. Please hold.

(Several Hours Later)

Okay. I’m back. Let me start with something kind of amusing. Several minutes after the episode ended, while I was still trying to process everything, this interaction happened:

Me, breathing heavily and dying inside: Mom, you do not seem as distressed about this as I am.

My Mom: I am never as distressed as you are about anything in this show. It’s impossible for me to reach that level of distress. I don’t know how you do it.

So...if you didn’t already realize how emotionally connected to this show I am, now you do. XD

That said, let’s get down to it.

God, there is soooo much to unpack with that episode, and even crazier, it honestly all comes from that last five minutes. Let me start with this:

I really enjoyed this episode! It can’t quite beat last week’s episode--but, honestly, I don’t know if any of the other episodes will be able to, except for maybe the finale--but it was good! I had a few qualms about Matt Cohen’s directing, but he definitely had some strong moments, so it wasn’t bad. And, admittedly, at first, I felt like the pacing of the episode was kind of slow, and switching back and forth between the Winchesters and Cas and Jack felt kind of choppy for a bit, but as the episode played out, I realized why. This was a full-on set-up episode. While last week gave us a chance to be silly with the boys and see some beautiful family bonding, this was the one that set us up for what’s sure to be heavy and plot-filled coming up. (And yes, I know next week’s episode is much more of a monster-of-the-week, but 15x17 is when things will likely really get down to it, so I’m sure there’ll still be some important plot stuff next week--especially since we need a resolution to the Cas and Dean talk). Between the boys having to find and trick Amara, and Cas and Jack bonding and working with each other again, plus that big reveal at the end, it’s setting up the next string of episodes to be fast-paced and intense as they finally start to take on God.

With that said, I really loved being able to see Jack and Cas together again. It’s been so long since we’ve seen them really spend time together and bond, and watching them play off each other and be father and son was adorable and hilarious. Plus, I just love Jack with every fiber of my being, so that makes everything better. XD <3

I also really loved Dean’s interactions with Amara. I mentioned this already, but that scene, where he’s talking about Mary...that was some INCREDIBLE acting on Jensen’s part. He’s always been really good at that subtle rage, especially when it’s also filled with sadness, and this scene was no different. And I’m glad that they did finally get Amara on board; however, I’m a little concerned with what she’s going to do when she finds out he lied. Especially after how worried she seemed to be. AND SPEAKING OF LYING!!

THOSE LAST FIVE MINUTES! HOLY SHIT!!

Okay, so I’ve had some time to think about this and talk it out with some people, so I’m just gonna roll with the thoughts as they go through my brain. First of all, that is a big no a thousand times over. Jack, you cannot die. Second of all, that reveal was very well done on the writer’s part. After such a nonchalant episode--in terms of pace, that is--to have that in the last five minutes, AND to end with that cliffhanger, was a beautiful way to keep us fans guessing, invested, and wanting more. But also, SCREW YOU!

That said, as freaked out as I was--and honestly, I’m still pretty worried--I really don’t think Jack’s going to die. There’s no way. Initially, my theory left Cas and Jack standing at the end of all of this. After CW said that thing about one of the main characters not surviving to the end, I thought it was gonna be Dean, but I can also see how it could be both Sam and Dean. However, in any case, Cas and Jack, in my various theories, always end up on top. So Jack saying he’s going to die in order to kill Chuck and Amara TOTALLY threw me. BUT! After talking it through with someone else, I seriously doubt it’s going to happen.

First of all, Cas is about to go look for another way, and, as we’ve seen in the past, they always find another way. After all, this is the Winchesters (and yes, Cas counts, obviously).

Second of all, they’re telling us this five episodes before the end, but Jack is, supposedly, completing his final ritual in 15x17. That leaves three episodes of unaccounted time, and if Jack is really going to die to kill Chuck and Amara, there’s no way they can stretch that over three episodes. Therefore, his dads are bound to stop it. To FURTHER that, 15x17 has Jack and Dean heading out together to complete Jack’s final ritual while Sam and Cas stay behind, which means that, once Jack does whatever he’s supposed to do, Dean is bound to find out what Billie’s true intentions are, and I’m convinced that he’s not going to be okay with it. Because here’s the thing. Between Sam and Dean, Jack is the one that Dean still needs the most forgiveness from. And, kind of like what happened in Last Holiday, the second Dean realizes Jack is in actual danger, he’s not going to let anything happen to him. And I’m hoping that the resulting protectiveness will give Dean the chance to tell Jack that he does forgive him, which will hopefully release some of Jack’s guilt complex and give them the ability to find another way.

THIRD of all, (and I mentioned this in my reactions), this whole “becoming the bomb to kill the cosmic entities” is an exact mirror of what Dean tried to do in S11, and we saw how that went. But the thing is, why would the writers play the exact same storyline again unless they were intending to parallel it and connect it to Jack and Dean’s relationship now? When Dean didn’t detonate in S11, he got his mom back, but then Jack killed her. Now, Jack is ready to detonate himself as a bomb because of having killed Mary, and Dean’s bound to stop him, especially after that conversation with Amara. Maybe this is all wishful thinking, but I really, sincerely feel like (and hope) that Jack isn’t going to make that sacrifice. Because, on top of all of that, while I love the family that is Team Free Will 2.0, this show still is, as it always has been, about Sam and Dean, and, as such, it should end with them too. So the odds of Jack being the “be all end all” without Sam and Dean’s help? Super slim.

So, to sum that up, as worried as I am about my baby, I really really really think (and god I hope I’m right) that that’s not the way this story will end. There has to be more to it.

With all of that addressed, let’s talk about WHATEVER it is that Cas is about to tell Dean. For me, there are two things it could be:

First, there’s the obvious answer based on the episode itself. Cas is about to tell Dean that Jack has to die in order to kill Chuck and Amara. However, I don’t think that’s it, because that seems too easy and unrealistic. If Cas tells Dean that now, then why would Dean take him to do his final ritual in 15x17 (I guess this is what happens when you read too much promotional material lol)? And even if he does, the next episode seems to be very Sam and Dean centric, and Cas dropping a bomb like that would not allow for a Sam and Dean centric episode, at least not when it’s putting their whole big mission in a different light. Plus, on top of all of that, that Cas and Jack conversation is an exact parallel of the conversation the two of them had about Cas making his deal with the Empty back in Season 14. Cas told Jack not to tell Sam and Dean, and Jack never did, even though his life is at risk. So Cas telling Sam and Dean about Jack now, knowing that Jack kept that secret for him, might break a certain level of trust between the two of them, and I don’t think Cas would do that. Which brings me to my second and, in my opinion, more likely theory.

Cas is about to tell Dean about his deal with the Empty. While this would also be a huge bomb to drop in the middle of this big fight, and in the middle of all this chaos, it technically doesn’t directly correlate with their fight with Chuck. However, if something does happen to Cas, that’s something that Sam and Dean do need to know, because it’ll affect how they handle things and what they do, in a lot of ways. At the same time, I feel like, if Cas is gonna do a whole “go it alone” thing, it’s important that he tells them before he leaves, because there’s no telling what could happen, to any of them, when they’re not all together, and being as open as possible before separating like that tends to be a good idea. It seems like Cas might finally be learning.

That said, I could be wrong all around. It could be neither of those things. It could be both of those things. Honestly, there’s no way to know for sure until we get to next week. However, after a crazy ending like that, I am definitely looking forward to seeing what Supernatural has in store for us next.

My Rating: 8/10

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Star Wars: Paths to Power, Introduction

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“The run is never about the spice, Lamra. Just like the job is never about the Hutts. Hell, it’s not even about the credits,” spoke the disgruntled Sle’era Tobarr.

“Maybe not in the way you’re looking at it, but that’s because you lack the vision for these sorts of things.” Lamra Woad spoke slowly, with only a hint of malice at hand.

It was an early morning aboard the Blue Sand, the flagship in a small fleet of freighters in orbit above Nal Hutta. This aged ship was of some original Hutt design: a massive bulbous sphere in the center containing mostly storage space, recreation, and docking ports; a smaller half-sphere connected by a flat edge containing technical necessities, engines and hyper drive; and an arrowhead with softened rounded shapes on the opposite end containing the bridge, instrumentation, and crew quarters. Three light freighters were docked with the blue sand. All aboard were at rest save for two. The Blue Sand and its counterparts had been used to legally transport goods about the galaxy for some time, both to set in a good name for the vessels and to test their capacity under stress. Final preparations were being made before Sle’era and her team set off on an important mission for the Hutts. This, though, did not stop the two Weequay from deviating in their habitual hostilities.

The buzz and brightness of the common room drained any hint of joy and sympathy that might fester between the two. Though, that reservoir is always a hair short of empty in any instance wherein the two share presence in the same room. All they could agree on was the discomfort of space travel and the minimal heat their fossil of a ship could muster to radiate. The buzz rang sharper as both wrenched their thoughts for some witty retort, especially one they had not already used. They had been at it through the night, and what started as civil disagreement and concern turned into heated philosophical debate. The night dredged on and sound points of logic drew out to vagueness until neither was even speaking words. Both were winded from the intense debate, and both were belligerent to make vacancy in their stead.

A hard pound on the doorway to the quarters interrupted the maddening buzz, and a Duros — blue skin, red eyes — stumbled in. “y’know, if it isn’t the hyper drive rattling out of place every ten minutes on this damned space coffin, then it’s the sound of the two heaviest bolts on this ship rattling around everywhere that stops an honest guy like me from getting the sleep he needs to pull this crew through!”

Weequay are not known for being an emotive people, but the buzzing that resumed after the Duros’ spiel gave hint enough to the message four sharp eyes and two dulled minds were colluding on.

The Duros rescinded his tone, “yeah, maybe these bolts are too loose —“

“Shut up Rahn’Dahl,” Sle’era barked out in her now-focused frustration. “Cook up some breakfast and get started on those flight plans. And make sure some of them are believable this time, I have a feeling we’re not gonna be able to run from trouble once it’s started.”

The barking of orders rang a morning bell, and in a matter of minutes the Duros crew of the Blue Sand was up and masking the clatter of the ship and much heavier fury between Sle’era and Lamra. Though all were aware of this quarrel, few bothered with caring. It was more important to make sure many of the power connections that ran from engineering to the instrumentation on the opposite end of the ship were sound and reinforced. It was more important to check if the lower pitch of the rattling in the ventilation is worth either a quick adhesive or replacing the segment altogether. It was of grave importance to check on the old hyper drive the ship lugged around and made sure it stayed up-to-date and calibrated with the navigational computer. The Duros all made short work of their tasks in making the Blue Sand stay afloat and let the stoic Weequay deal with each other and make face with the Hutts and their sadistic humors.

Sle’era was ending a transmission from her superior when a twi’lek rose from his cot behind her, “you need to fix your attitude around me if we’re going to want to look official, a lot of these republic inspectors can smell when something’s off, especially with a destitute like you lurking about in the way that you do,” she said, still looking at her computer screen.

The twi’lek, low with the air of judgment, returned bluntly, “Then hock me off at the first stop for cheap and be done with me already.”

“And sell my most loyal man for a day’s worth of gas? You’re worth something to me, Sue, even if you are worthless.” Sle’era’s tone lightened ever so subtly, enough for Sue to notice.

Sue grinned, “Destitute, huh? I guess I better try and add that to the short vocabulary this idiot slave knows so I can better understand my punishment.”

“Don’t detract from the point,” Sle’era turned to him coldly, “I need you by my side and I need you to act professional.”

“’Detract!’” Sue exclaimed playfully, mockingly, “Seems like you’re pretty fond of all these D-words, maybe you’d like to continue this —“

“Not now Sue.” Sle’era burst and barked out.

Silence pervaded the quarters and brought Sue low again. The shrill, almost electric sound of the Duros’ jokes and laughter found its way in, though muffled, to their room. The noise hummed on and provided Sue with the confidence to perhaps let it in. “it’s that schutta Lamra again, isn’t it?”

Sle’era turned back to her screen to study it, blankly staring at the contacts and the logged conversations with Hutts she’s had over the weeks. “She gets on my nerves,” she started, “but she’s smart and ambitious; the Hutts will find a place for her once they think they can trust her. She’ll spend more time under the Hutts and start to see things the way I do, especially if they make her do guard work and maintenance at their palaces. I just wish she would shut up more often.” She paused to hear grand bellowing laughter follow what was most likely a very funny joke. “They just — those slimy worms are always just laughing.”

“The Hutts?”

“Laughing and groaning. Their bulbous fat worm heads just smiling at you while they hold your life in their tiny little fists. They just sit there in their own slug slime, stinking up their pit of power and vice. The weight of an ancient empire hangs of over the shoulders of millions of their slaves, both dead and dying, and all you can glean from them is this conceited and everlasting joy. I don’t know how I dealt with them when I used to work so closely with them on that swamp hole. I guess being in this freighter gives me some new perspective on these things.”

Sue looked for reassuring words but could only find himself repeating the words, “Swamp hole…swamp hole… it would’ve been my grave it you let it. Now all I can do is your whim in this ‘new perspective’ you’ve brought us into. I’ll be here for you. I’ll start acting my part on this.”

Sle’era left the quarters contented, but neglectful of sharing that appreciation. The minor reprieve from the stress of smuggling was hers to snuff out as she gave orders for the operation to officially start and send the Blue Sand on its way to Nar Shadaa. The Duros appreciated the Blue Sand as a temporary home because of its luxurious design. The freighter was once a yacht the Hutts would frequent for gallivanting about their home system, now reduced to smuggling in its latter days. They put the work into making the old thing just space-worthy, and they get the near-ancient comfort experience. A cozy coffin at worst and a contented life of labor and love at best. Those Duros seldom had such a welcoming choice, or even a choice at all.

Three light freighters, fairly newer in service, escort the Blue Sand. They also act to transport cargo to planet-side destinations as the Blue Sand would never be able to escape an atmosphere once it’s entrapped in its grasp. T’lek Shrill, another Weequay, was given charge to manage the operations of those three freighters and maintain efficient use of time and labor. The convoluted process of three freighters going back and forth between the Blue Sand and a space port makes the operation vulnerable to outside influence, but opens up innumerable opportunities for smuggling contraband within and around the alleged “cargo”. Though, as long as they were a stone’s throw away from the Hutt’s nest of power on Nal Hutta, few disturbed the Blue Sand and its counterparts. This single advantage allowed Sle’era, Lamra, and T’lek to secure the goods for the operation independently of each other on Nar Shadaa, moon of Nal Hutta.

Sle’era and Sue landed in a lower port in an industrial sector of the busy moon. This was a place as dirty and dark as any other, maybe even more so because of the ill-maintained pollution of industry, but most-likely the only place people were able to try and make an honest living. The port was not a part of any larger registered hub, and was private to the factory -- a small cut-out in the amorphous mass of factories and smoke separating the landed ship from the speeder lane by mere meters. Sle’era tested the landing pad with a few jumps and felt her weight just barely reach back up to her at the rebound. She lightly nudged a hand rail and it disassembled itself before tumbling down into endless smoke and fog. She did not hear it land.

“I’ll add that to your invoice,” lurched out of a Quarren, that had a hurried pace and a relaxed poise, “seeing that you wish to entertain yourself with my spice and the sight of bringing down my fine establishment.”

“Sure thing, you slimy squid, and maybe I’ll make a log detailing the conditions of your ‘fine establishment’, so I can really entertain myself with the sight of Hutt inspectors bringing this place down,” Sle’era shot back.

“Such fire from the desert creature,” the Quarren continued on, firm in his stance, “perhaps it is that same fire that has melted your face to look like the work of a drunken bantha tanner!” The Quarren chuckled to himself, a gurgling cough assisted by the chittering of his four tendrils around his clacking beak.

Sle’era looked to sue, “Make sure the Quarren always gets the last laugh,” she said loudly to him, sarcastically indiscreet, “or they’ll throw a temper tantrum that could wake a senator.

The Quarren bellowed out an even louder orchestra of laughter, keeping his straight and solid upright poise. He spoke more genuinely when it ended, “I can always count on you quiet and patient Weequay to enjoy my humor.”

“Not as quiet as you think,” she returned.

“Yes, yes. You desert people spray each other and suddenly entire discussions have passed, right?”

“Not as crude or messy as the ink pouch you Quarren —“

“But you are talkative people with your own kind, yes? Then tell me, has Lamra enlightened you to the idea of making a little extra profit from this little errand you’re about to run?”

“Don’t tell me you gave her the idea.”

“No, I cannot take credit,” the Quarren spoke lighter, almost coyly, “but I cannot deny that a healthy stock from the mid-rim could make business run a lot smoother. That means a tidy profit for you, and a much more frequent —“

“Listen you little tadpole,” Sle’era stepped forward in an aggressive stance -- Sue jerking his hand to his holstered blaster, “Another word on this and I’ll fix you like a bird and leave that beak to squawk while I let Sue play around with your dismembered tentacles.”

The Quarren motioned his hand up to resign the topic, and made contact with an interface on his other arm, “The spice is ready, fifty crates, as ordered.” He left and disappeared behind a dozen dock workers into his factory. The workers filtered back and forth from the warehouse floor to the docking ramp in a lumbering performance of apathy.

Sle’era looked on the display with tenuous focus, watching the walls more than anything else. She felt Sue’s gaze on her, and she made a preemptive response, “you have to give a Quarren all your aggression at once if you want them to back off, they find a shallow incline of attitude to be enticing.”

“But that’s not why you got mad, you lost control,” Sue said flatly.

“I’m in control,” Sle’era clarified, “just not over anything I want to control.”

The workers lumbered on until their task was done, and filed back into the factory, leaving the silence to be filled only by racing swoop bikes, the piercing jets of speeders, and the cumbersome lug of starships escaping the damned moon -- all dulled and dampened into an eerie hum by the tinny hollow walls of the cut-out in the factory. Sle’era kicked out another railing and boarded the freighter with Sue.

“Fifty crates don’t seem like much for all the systems we have to cover,” Sue said, trying to fill the silence.

“The stuff that grease ball churns out is highly refined -- very potent. The movers the Hutts planted in the systems on our route will know how to dilute it and establish a market.”

“But what if they get caught? Even if our end goes smoothly, there’s no telling if we’ll get a profit if they mess up.”

“It’s calculated,” Sle’era loosened up, “if the movers establish a short-term market, we can rake in credits from high-buyers in the mid-rim. If they get caught, they get caught. The point isn’t to move in closer to the core, it’s to threaten the more secure worlds with our presence — the Hutts’ presence. Those planets will lobby for more protection and stricter guidelines from the Republic, and the republic will have to obey those systems en masse and loosen their grip on the farther-reaching systems and colonies.” The two entered the cockpit and started the light freighter into the heavy traffic and out to a space-lane, “this would otherwise be a slightly more profitable spice run, but the Hutts are hoping it will prove to have a stunting effect on the republic’s economic influence and allow them greater freedom and opportunity for a short time.”

“And that all falls on you,” Sue replied quickly.

“So you can see the stress I’m under because of it, right?” Sle’era asked, contented that the nature of the question would be explanation enough.

“That’s not it,” his tone donned worry and sympathy, “you’ve been getting stricter and harsher, you don’t have the same energy about you since the Hutts have payed you more mind. I understand needing to be more of a ‘leader’ or whatever, but you’re much more violent than I’ve seen you.”

“Sue, it’s really just the stress. There’s a lot happening and it’s very new to me, okay? Besides, you reached for your blaster down there, don’t think I didn’t see that.”

“I reached for my blaster because I had to; I was reacting to the circumstances you were creating. Besides, I’ve seen you stressed. You were more than pissed down there; you were downright ready to kill.”

Sle’era gave no notice to Sue’s last comment, and let Sue sail the freighter on its way to meet the Blue Sand. The somber hum of Nar Shadaa and its yellow-gray aura of light transitioned slowly to the quiet black. Beams of light shot out fewer and fewer in number until they were replaced by countless stars dotting the cockpit canopy. They flew just past the heavy traffic that was setting into the planet: freighters, cruise liners, personal luxury ships, unmarked military ships, all set to stir might and whisk the weak out for pleasure as morning dawns on the wicked moon. The silence outside the light freighter met equilibrium with the silence inside, and the journey to the Blue Sand was short.

T’lek was waiting in the umbilical corridor for Sle’era and Sue with Rahn’Dahl and a few other Duros. They were engaged with small talk when the airlock door hissed to signal equalized pressures and the stale cold air met with the warm smoky musk the light freighter collected on its stay on Nar Shadaa. Sue’s face scrunched with irritation as he delicately caressed his head-tails. The mist cleared and the two parties met.

“Hey Ronny, you got any painkillers? That change in pressure gives me piercing headaches,” Sue said, his posture showing discomfort and his poise broken, needing to hold himself up with the wall.

“Sure thing,” Rahn’Dahl said with an upward exuberance, “me and the boys were gonna hit the lounge and relax before this heap of metal throttles us into oblivion anyway. Come on down once we’ve finished unloading all this spice.”

“Unloading and taking meticulous inventory, Rahn’Dahl,” Sle’era corrected, “Just don’t party too hard, we need this ship to stay together for at least the journey back to Nal Hutta. I need everyone’s minds keen and only slightly addled.”

“Yes ma’am, I promise not to lose my head until after I’ve worked it to pieces.” Rahn’Dahl said, flashing a grin at Sue.

The crew got to work unloading the spice. Sle’era and T’lek were silent to each other for the duration of the labor. They exchanged logs, looked over manifests, and doctored new copies, forged I.D. signatures for alleged interactions with other ships and ports -- the boring specifics of professional criminals. But while the two of them worked, pheromones were exchanged as well. They both communicated a deep emotional distress, and the messages the two’s pheromones carried boiled up images that clouded the vision. Sle’era’s anger overpowered T’lek, and that stopped his busy hands and made him look inward. The Duros side-eyed the interaction as they brought in spice crates on dollies. Sle’era’s breathing turned to panting -- she tired from the spiral of anger she made for herself, and T’lek felt that apprehension and dove in to explore the mutual understandings of Lamra. The visions these thoughts mustered only but grazed the mass of anger in Sle’era. T’lek knew he was on the right track. The doctored documents they worked with finalized and uploaded, the two went off to the bridge. They stopped just before the entrance.

“It’s gotten better, but our pheromones aren’t quite attuned,” T’lek said, hoping to goad Sle’era onto the palpable wound he found in their communication. She didn’t give way, and seemed to only want to continue on with work. “Listen, something’s bothering you, the whole crew knows something’s up, but you can’t hide it too easily from me as long as we’re growing a clan-bond. Your pheromones tell your life.”

“I wish I could have spent more time around our people to understand that,” Sle’era said, letting her solemn edge pour out beneath the stress of that cold professional persona.

“You and Lamra are both coming from the same place; your hearts are one,” he continued, “she told me about your reaction to her proposal -- she’s losing faith in you as a leader. I’m not telling you to follow her advice blindly, just understand that you both want the same thing —“

“That’s just not true, T’lek. Trying to suddenly integrate a slave trade on top of our mission is foolish! The crew isn’t trained for that sort-of thing, we don’t have the equipment, and we don’t have the time. Risking everything just to grab at more money and impress the Hutt’s? I want to keep myself and my crew alive, she wants power.” Sle’era’s frustration grew to a height once more.

“And she wants that power to keep her own safe.”

“Her own what? She has nothing but her own ambition. I refuse to believe that rationality.”

“Sle’era, you have to understand that Lamra didn’t have an easy life before she came to the Hutts. I don’t know her life’s story, but I know she’s seen enough to leave some her morals… twisted. You just have to engage her on the level that shows her that it’s a futile effort at this point in time.” T’lek opened the door to the empty bridge and started for the navigation console.

Sle’era made her way to the communications console to test out frequencies she could use to mask the presence of the spice in customs screenings. She bounced the emulator program off of nearby traffic to test how the readings for a projected manifest show up. It was impossible to hide the presence of spice altogether, but muddling up the readings to produce nonsense on the scanner would elicit a physical search in most cases. The process was quickly proving too finicky. The highly refined spice is stored in high-tech crates that give off too high an energy reading to pass off as anything else. She could make the scanner pick up the crates as general high-tech storage at best, but that would only bring up the need for the Republic customs to run up a more detailed and specific inspection.

Sle’era kept working on finding a perfect frequency mask. “It’s not the naïve idea of risking the operation and the crew for some ‘leg-up’ on our well-being. That pisses me off, but I know the decision is up to me. It’s the idea of forcing people into service under the heel of the Hutts. Taking away their lives, that doesn’t bother you?”

“Only as much as smuggling spice. If it’s not the Hutts we make people slave to, then it’s their drugs,” T’lek’s tone wore down and whittled into frailty.

“That’s not the same,” Sle’era reasoned, “ people choose to buy spice, it does bother me that we fuel such a ugly thing, but it’s at least an act of free will to commit themselves to it.”

T’lek groaned, “We should leave the semantics and philosophy of free will for another day, Sle’era, but if that’s how you really feel, then what is anyone supposed to make of Sue? Is he not your slave?”

Sle’era spoke more coldly, rehearsed, “Sue is indentured to me until I find it appropriate that he is redeemed from his act of moral deficiency. The business is none but ours, and he owes me his life anyway.”

“Act of moral deficiency,” T’lek repeated the words to himself, trying to work through the vagueness. He chuckled to himself, “that’s pretty fucking loaded, but I guess I did say we should leave the semantics for another day.”

The two worked on in silence. The high traffic at this time gave Sle’era ample opportunity to work out this last technical error. She continued to bounce the emulated scan back, this time focusing on other parts of the ship. “I think…” She started slowly, “if we store the spice in the storage space just below the engine room, I can distort the scanner so they think it’s all just engine room equipment, and that’s if their scanner is fine-tuned enough to detect the readings as separate at all.”

“We’ll have to find a different place to put the actual equipment in there. Won’t the radiation damage the spice?” T’lek replied.

“The individual casings for the spice are already lead-lined; the stuff’s extra sensitive as long as it’s in that highly concentrated form but it should be fine as long as the casing isn’t disturbed.”

“I’ll go order the boys around some more then, you’re gonna hear it from Rahn’Dahl, y’know.”

“I always do anyway, that kid’s got too much energy. I’ll work out the kinks for a little while longer here and I think we should be set.” Sle’era focused herself back in on the comms station as T’lek prepared himself to be the ire of the crew for time until their brains get curdled into cheese.

He practiced a stark and cold tone under his breath to effectively work them out of their pre-hyperspace frenzy for partying on his way to the lounge.

T’lek took some small amount of joy in irritating Rahn’Dahl and watching him bounce around in emotive response to the work order. He really didn’t have to put much effort in at all; the young Duros’ fit roused everyone up out of their mood and made it possible to hear orders through reasonable doubt and annoyance. T’lek led them out to oversee the work, leaving Sue and Lamra alone in the lunge -- neither bound to the menial duties of the crew. The discomfort grew more palpable as the raucous noises of disgruntled sailors vanished in the distance -- full cups eventually balancing the wavering of their liquid -- tall hookahs standing primed with coals and brightly colored sticky herbs. Then the focus on silence drew out the buzz of the lights, which seemed to echo a subtle, deep chorus amongst the full glasses.

“Tell me, Sue,” Lamra’s voice rasped out into the dry harmony of noise, “is the relationship you hold with Sle’era a pleasurable one?”

“You’re not very subtle in your dealings, Lamra. I won’t play coy to your manipulation. What I find pleasurable is none of your business, unless this crew member desires my service?” Sue spoke with blaring confidence and unsubtle hints of irritation.

“I know you’re smarter than that, Sue. You’re not some mindless workhorse, and neither am I, neither are the rest of the crew. I’ve worked with a lot of deadly people, and you have the sharpness of will that they do. I’m not trying to manipulate you, I’m trying to understand you,” Lamra said sincerely.

“I’m under her command because it’s the easiest place for me to be right now. I can leave if I want to. Our relationship is… what it is. Her presence reminds me of who I used to be, but she’s helped me to become a better person,” Sue’s sturdy front gave way to his feelings -- feelings that steeped and grew strength in his silence. “I’m not a slave, since that’s what I know you’re getting at.”

“The suggestion to spread our expertise into the area of… livestock… is still valid, in my opinion, though I understand now the unnecessary risk it would bring in this specific operation,” Lamra leaned forward to drink from her glass, relaxing her eyes off Sue for a moment and into the contents of her glass -- relaxing into the folds of the lounge. “Sle’era claims to care for this crew — I can even feel it in her unwilling release of pheromones: the deep care and importance she places on you and the rest. But her actions show she only cares enough about all of you to guarantee her freedom to act as she pleases with the Hutts.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that your ambition is for the longevity of all of us? The bold risks you’re willing to take — even the crew themselves — is proof that all you want is power. Don’t mask it with disingenuous care,” Sue was getting ferocious.

“I saved those men,” Lamra stood up and burst out wildly, “from the clutches of the exchange! If it wasn’t for me —“

The hookah coals seemed to catch in their flurry of argument, and beamed a dully bright red. The liquid caught ripples once more, and the chorus of electric rumbling spawned from chattering Duros shook the room. Lamra sat back down and took a deep gulp from her drink. Sue did the same as the crew entered and the anger in the room dispersed and dissolved throughout the blue smoke of the hookahs. T’lek stood about them all — still firm in his commanding role and stature — to make sure everyone was accounted for and starting to relax. The moment he was definite, he left for the bridge. Sue drowned himself in the chorus of noise and laughter, and Lamra resigned the boiling fury within her and watched on at the Duros’ joyous tradition.

T’lek made his way to into the bridge where Sle’era had since moved to the navigation console. She found herself interfacing with intricate mappings of hyperspace routes, studying the pathways and different planets and systems along them. “Not to supersede your authority,” he started, “but I don’t think you’re gonna beat the computer in its calculations.”

“I’m just checking the route; you’ll have to teach me how to fly a ship like this after this run, though. I’m sure we’ll both have the free time,” Sle’era responded.

“Malastare is the first stop, right?”

“Not a particularly populous or fantastic destination, but an important weak link along the Hydian Way. The native Dugs might not have quite high standing with the Republic, but they can’t afford such an important trade route to publicly fall victim to corruption and vice.”

T’lek took Sle’era’s place at the helm, and she took her natural hold at the engineering console. “Been doing some research then?” He asked casually.

“Yes, and I think the Hutts are also counting on the spice to affect the gas mining on Malastare. Less so from reducing labor output, but more regarding the commercial concern from foreign investors and buyers. Securing a contract in that weakness with a core system would be big,” she went on.

“Big for the Hutts.” T’lek clarified, “Don’t lose sight of who you are to them. You might have their favor, but any success you make for them, however great, won’t be congratulated and appreciated in kind. They’ll get you right back to work after this run.”

Sle’era sighed deeply at this comment in melancholy acceptance, “I know, it’s just gratifying to think that the things we’re doing will have some kind of real effect on people; that we’re able to affect some kind of change as individuals. That’s all we can really hope from this, right?”

End of Part 1

#star wars #writing

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yaboymercury · 5 years

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Gassy Lessons - Second class: Maths

It had been about a week since Jay's incident with Mr Stevens and he'd trying to avoid him since but everytime he would see the teacher he would get a little smirk which quite honestly scared the student at what it could mean.

While Jay was usually average at most of his subjects, Maths was a struggle for him and because of that he was usually part of a catch up tutor group, and since he was redoing the year, he would have to redo the group again.

As he walked to the classroom where the class was housed over the lunch break he remembered that there was one positive. The horrible teacher who usually ran the group had retired so there would be a new one, Jay thought a little on what the teacher would be like, but he didn't want to think about teachers too much ever since his smelly experience with Mr Stevens.

Jay seemed to be the last to enter the classroom except the teacher, he didn't know any of the students since he was stuck with the year group usually below him. There were only three others, two friends sitting at the back and another guy looking out a window seat. Attempting to avoid both he sat at the front middle.

When the door eventually opened again Jay was in shock at the man who walked in. Jay tended to avoid using the word since he found it a little bit of a cliché but as soon as he saw him all he could think was "daddy". The man fit the bill perfectly with styled up dark grey hair and a bushy but styled beard to match. A fuller figure than usual but as he walked past Jay noticed that a lot went to his gargantuan ass as well barely being held back by the trousers held up by suspenders.

As the man sunk into his chair he scanned the room with a kind but authoritarian glance.

"Some of you may not know me yet, but I am Mr. Johnson and as well as starting work here this year I've also been assigned with your group."

He began logging into the computer, but despite being such a boring activity, Jay couldn't take his eyes off the older man. After a while he stood up to turn on the projector which was right next to Jay's desk. Standing away from Jay, he got a perfect view at his ass, and despite his recent traumatic experiences he couldn't look away even getting a hint at his natural musky smell. As he heard the whirr of the projector firing up Jay looked up and noticed that Johnson was looking down at him, he had obviously noticed Jay staring but instead of saying anything he just smirked. Jay blushed as the man walked back to his desk and tried to forget about it.

"Now since you're all so behind with maths I've been given permission by the board to use whatever methods I please which I'm very pleased about," he said this with a smirk which confused Jay leaving him wondering what he meant "but for a while I'm just going to ask you some questions from this slideshow."

And for about ten minutes it went as so, him clicking through slides with his remote going through the questions and each time asking a different person. Despite the questions being quite normal for the students at their level since they all struggled they only got about a quarter of them right on average. And each time they failed Mr Johnson sighed or said something along the lines of "think about it harder" or "come on lads at least try". This went on until he stood up in front of the board sliding the remote into his blazer pocket.

"Alright then lads it seems this method isn't working so I think I'll have to supply some more motivation, so when you fail a question there will be punishment." And as if on queue:

FFRRRRRRRRRAP

The teacher smiled at his outburst, it had not been an accident obviously. He smiled at the students and sitting near the front Jay got a whiff of an odorous cheesy smell, he wasn't ready for this again. The other students obviously didn't know what to think, Jay looked back and saw the friends laughing a little with eachother obviously thinking it was a mistake while the other boy just looked shocked.

"Okay then, let's begin."

He started with the students in the back, the first friend was lucky to get the first question right but as Johnson strolled over to the back to ask the second the next question he admitted he couldn't answer it.

"Well then I guess you're lucky..."

Mr Johnson turned around theatrically pointing his ass clearly at its target and then.

PRRRRRARP

It was quick but loud and clear. Both boys started coughing immediately and wretching while Johnson only chuckled.

"Dude what the hell was that." The victim of the gas out complained.

"I warned you didn't I?" Johnson replied mockingly.

"I thought you were joking?" He was still in shock as were the other three students.

"You think I joke about gas like that??" the teacher shook his ass with one of his hands.

Leaving them in disbelief he began walking to the boy at the window. As he did so the second boy was still coughing mumbling something along the lines of 'fuck it stinks' while his friend got up and moved to a different seat "Man I'm not sitting in that stink cloud especially if you're gonna be shit." His friend couldn't even complain.

Johnson sat down on the windowsill in front of the other student. And unluckily for him he couldn't answer the question either. Johnson laughed at what was coming and patted his stomach. He leaned over on the sill and grimaced.

Pfffffffffffffff

The audible stream of gas could be heard. It took a moment but the boy who was obviously waiting for it to hit him went pale.

"Sir I think I'm going to be sick" and gagging he got scampered out of the class.

"Obviously some can't handle it, I'm sure you all won't blame him when you get a whiff."

Johnson wasn't wrong, when it reaches the other two they started trying to wave the smell away but it obviously didn't work as they complained and when the dirty shitty scent hit Jay his eyes got wet almost stinging at the smell.

He came up to Jay and the boy gulped. The man loomed over him looking down. But luckily for Jay he knew the answer, only just though.

"Seems like I'll have to wait to ruin that virgin nose of yours huh?" He accentuated the statement smacking his ass. Jay knew this man had some serious gaspower but he worried that soon his math ability would let him down.

Johnson got back to the first student who had now moved from his friend. And this time he wasn't so lucky.

"Ah sweet vengeance, but I think you might find it more stinky!"

Looking back in horror Jay saw the man cock up his leg in the direction of the boy like loading a gun.

FRAAAAAAAAAAAARP

It was the worst so far and Jay bet he saw his hair get blown back in what must have been a wave of stench. It was obviously too much for him as Jay saw the spirit leave his body as he slumped forward head landing in the teachers ass then sliding off it into the desk. While Jay pitied him, seeing him so close to the teachers ass made him slightly envious.

His friend obviously horrified at what happened stood up.

"Come on man we're going!" He tugged at his friend but he was out. He gave up and headed for the door but he was blocked by Johnson lifting his foot up onto the desk making a barrier of his body while also giving Jay a perfect look at his spread out ass.

"I assume you don't trust yourself to be able to get the next question right?" All the student could do was shiver in fear shaking his head slightly. "Well how about I trust you with this?" The man cupped his ass around his ass and Jay heard a light hiss as well as the other boy as he tried to splutter out an excuse, but before he could Johnson had one hand holding back the boys head while he brought the other from his ass to flat over his mouth and nose. After that all Johnson had to do was step out of the way as his students body fell limp to the floor.

And it was at that point with a scared realisation that Jay noticed he was the only one left. And what deepened his fear more was the sound of Johnson locking the door before he walked over to standing in front of him. All Jay could do was look up at the stinking intimidating man above him in the wake of him making two people pass out with his smell.

"Now boy what's your name?" He obviously wanted to get well acquainted with his victim Jay thought. He mumbled his name back promptly. "Ah well then Jay since this session is now just the two of us I thought we'd ramp it up to something a bit harder especially for my best student." Jay was terrified.

Mr Johnson stood to the side and pressed a button on the remote, when the screen changed Jay's heart sunk. He couldn't even tell what it was, a graph? an equation? a diagram? He knew he could never solve it. While he was staring at it Johnson pulled up a chair in front of the board.

"Now Jay I'm giving you two choices, you either try the question and if you get it right that's great and I'll let you out early but if you fail..." he patted the chair "you'll be my cushion for the 40 minutes left of lunch..." The idea terrified Jay, this man obviously could let out monstrous fart as much as he wanted and to think how bad they would smell straight from the source "or you can give up now and only spend a minute as my chair." As scary as it was he knew that was the only option.

"Fine just one minute." Jay stood up and stumbled towards the chair begining to lie down.

"I think you might enjoy it Jay..." He smacked his ass again, Jay bet he knew how much Jay loved a nice man's ass but this was tortuous. As the ass lingered above him Jay's sense of worry grew stronger especially when the teacher held him down with just one hand on his chest. Jay had no idea how his ass was being held back by those trousers it was so damn plump that it was filling them to the brim.

"Now Jay let me show off a quick party trick before I start the show, an unknown variable if you will." The mischief in his voice made Jay whimper. He heard the man strain a little and as he looked up from the seat of the chair he saw the seam in his ass crack start to tear, when Jay realised that this mad teacher was destroying trousers just for this torture that he knew how bad it would be. As the seat of his trousers continued ripping open Jay saw the hairy abyss underneath and could smell the unwashed musk of this man's bare ass crack. Had he gone commando today all for this?! Jay tried to squirm free but the man above was too strong. Once enough of a gap was made for Jay's face the massive daddy of a man sat down on the students face forcing the boys nose all the way up to his puckering hole.

Jay was screaming into the hole his face emgulfed in the crack, but his voice was muffled so the teacher couldn't hear shit. But the smell was burning his nose and the gas hadn't even begun. He could barely hear above him:

"Now Jay even though you've only given me a minute, I guess you didn't know that that's all the time I need..."

Jake could feel the man's stomach rumble and he could feel his bare hole moving, he knew what was coming.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTssssssssss

It rumbled under Johnson's ass covering Jay's face in a bath of strong rotting cheesy stench burning the boy's sinuses and filling his lungs. Jay could feel the rancid sensation filling and covering him so much that he swore it was beginning to come out his own ass. As he felt Johnson laughing maniacally and rubbing his stinky taint over Jay's face the fart lost some volume but in its place the heat became unbearable like being in a sewer on a hot day. Jay knew he wasn't going to last the minute, the fart of the man above him made him his bitch.

When the minute was up Johnson lifted up his bare ass a little to look below to confirm that his victim had blacked out, and as he peeled his ass off even the teacher wretched a little but more in satisfaction at his own sick gassy skill. And as the gassy hulk considered maybe living up to his word, he was more pleased with the idea of having a seat to soak up the rest of his lunch farts.

So as the rest of the school was out enjoying fresh air, Jay was in the crack of a big farty teacher who was eating a meal he was sure would give get him ripping stink bombs in no time.

#eproctophilia #fart #fart story #fartfiction #gay fart #gay #male fart #stink #flatulence #man fart #fart teacher

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asnackdriver · 5 years

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To that anon that had an actual dream of fucking Flip in a mountain cabin: I need the complete list of what you ate and drank the day before. To Mel: would you be so kind and design that dream for me, like, be the architect - Inception style, or something...

Imagine it’s a crisp fall day. Flip has finally been able to set aside a few days to get out of town. The leaves are all bright red, orange, and yellow and it’s a beautiful drive up.

You two pass the time admiring the leaves, singing along with the radio, and stopping at some of your favorite mom and pop shops on the way up.

Not long after you two have brought everything in, Flip pulls you in for a kiss that quickly becomes a bit more. You moan into his kiss as you pull at his belt to get it loose.

Flip chuckles against your lips and lifts you to balance on the rustic wood table in the kitchen as he pushes into you.

You’re leaned back on your elbows and it gives you the perfect view.

His big hands holding you by the waist, the way his eyebrows pinch in with concentration, and the hair the hangs in his eyes.

It’s a playful and sweet time as he stutters his hips in you and comes.

You two kiss and as he pulls out of you with a wince he notes how chilly it is in the cabin.

You two go to the fireplace and realize there isn’t any wood. Flip raises an eyebrow and heads out to the shed to grab his gloves and an axe.

There is something so mesmerizing watching him lift that axe above his head and bring it down to split a log in one strike.

Soon he’s worked up a sweat and stripped down to his undershirt.

He pauses when you bring him a glass of the apple cider you two had picked up on the way.

He’s pushed his sleeves up his arms and you can see the sweat beginning to dampen his shirt around the neck and trailing down his chest.

He wipes his brow with the back of his hand and winks as he hands the glass back and continues to chop until he has a good stack set aside for the weekend.

Watching him work up a sweat like that makes you need to strip him off and run your hands over his sweaty chest.

He balks only because he’s afraid he stinks, so you agree to a nice relaxing bath together.

You sit in his lap and ride him after you’ve rinsed the shampoo out of his hair.

It’s difficult not to slosh all the water out onto the floor but you manage pretty well.

You make tight circles with your hips and roll your body.

You come hard when he leans over and sucks one of your nipples between his lips.

You two nap as the fire crackles and then make dinner together. A nice pork chop with mashed potatoes.

You two take turns feeding each other some of the pie you got earlier. When his big fingers get in the way and some of the fruit drips down them, you lean over and slowly lick along them.

Flip can tell by the look in your eye exactly what you want and he obliges. He pulls his pants down his legs to pool at his ankles and fists his hand at the back of your hair.

His head is thrown back as you take him into your mouth and swirl the head with your tongue.

One hand holding the shaft as the other massages his balls.

He’s panting and his eyes are heavy when he looks down and licks his lips as he watches you.

When he starts to cum you can see his thighs start to tense and his lower abdomen flex.

You look up at him and jerk his shaft as his cum paints your tongue and swallow every bit for him.

After you two clean up the kitchen you head to bed and almost immediately pass out.

That is until you feel Flip kissing at the back of your neck and moving his hand to play with you under your pajamas.

Wordlessly you turn to return the kiss and he pulls your bottoms off, lifts your leg and slides into you.

It’s loving and sweet as he continues to kiss at your cheeks and shoulder. Slowly bringing you both to orgasm.

After you two regain your senses and look out the window you notice the first snow flurry of the season. It’s all the more reason to stay in now, bundled up with Flip.

#flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman #flip x reader

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headcanons-ghost-bc · 5 years

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i think it’d be super funny if the ghouls played a survival horror game so may i request hcs of current era ghouls + special playing spooky games (maybe even the res 2 remake👀) -ghostfacial

I apologize if this took a long while. In between dealing with a cold and a heavy monthly, I’ve also been working on my first smut and this question simultaneously. (It’s been a long ass time since I’ve played video games. This is only what I know from youtube videos )

Special: This ghoul is the father figure of the rest of the ghouls. He went through actual horror when he was turned, so he doesn’t see anything “horror” about the game. (He would likely be commenting: “This isn’t even real horror!”) When he does play though, he’s a natural whiz at beating the game. Will quickly become addicted to the game itself. When he loses, he blames it on the game. (“This dumb game is defective!”) Spends the longest on the game, even when other ghouls have since logged off. Gets back at a trolling gamer by having their playable character get killed off. Has collected playable weapons that he doesn’t even need. Has a bowl of cheetos at his side that he eats when gaming is an all dayer. Has been known to treat video game villains as those in real life. (“Take that, Papa Emeritus Damnatio!”)

Aether: The king of winning. The master of video game streaming. The Ace of levels. This ghoul rarely ever loses a level. Will probably be the playable villain. Knows games are all in good fun. (Like Swiss, Special, and the Ghoulettes, doesn’t take it seriously) Spends a good time on the game, but not to the extent that someone has to turn off the system to get his attention. The older brother figure of the ghouls. Will try to console Rain when he loses. When this ghoul loses, it’s all good. It’s just a game after all. Is confused about Special’s antics when it comes to his gaming habits. Tries to keep peace within the group chat. Hates jump scares.. He just hates ‘em. Also hates when the monsters of the game scare him in any other way. Is the most chillest gamer ghoul.

Rain: He is almost always the loser in the game. He can also be a very sore loser too. (Expect him to smash his controller or the TV, attempt to destroy the console and beg for the clergy to buy him another one when this happens) When he does win, he rubs it in others faces, though it’s most likely because it was beginner’s level. Will have to eat his own words when his playable character gets killed off in a later level. When someone else loses, he’ll rub it in their face. He literally has to have the console, tv, and controllers set up in the correct order. He can be a very obnoxious player of the bunch. Jumpscares don’t do any good for this little guy. Like Special, also fantasizes about fighting his enemies through the game. He is practically the rage quit ghoul.

Dewdrop: He is the type to cuss and swear when something goes wrong. (i.e. his playable character gets killed off) The entire church can hear him when he shouts profanity at the game. However, he is also the type to scream like a girl when there’s a jumpscare. When he manages to beat the game, he does like a little victory dance. (🎶“Go Dewey!! It’s your birthday! I won! WOO HOO!”🎶) Probably spends all day trying to beat the game. Purchases every video game magazine to find the cheats. He will argue with a gamer he doesn’t even know. (“Screw you, xxBad-Ass-1981xx!”) Dew will probably troll his fellow ghouls (Not in a malicious way) if they’re playing the game with him. Will buy all the expensive gadgets in the game, regardless of whether or not he actually needs them. Probably has a “Radical” username. (i.e. Fire-Ghoul93)

Mountain: He gets so sweaty during gaming sessions that he’s earned a nickname. (Mt. Stinky) He plays so much that another ghoul would have to literally turn off the console to make him stop playing. He doesn’t really react much to either winning nor losing, but it does mean he has to start over again. (To him, that’s a pain in the ass) Doesn’t pay attention to many purchasable weapons unless they’re needed. All he cares about is finishing the game. Also gets addicted to certain games. Does not react to trolling gamers. When he wins, that means he’s beat another level. Learned some cheats along the way. Like Dewdrop, also a fervent video game cheat magazine subscriber. There are very few times where he has actually rage quitted, and you can count ‘em all on one finger, you just don’t bring them up.

Swiss: The ghoul who spends the least time on the games. This ghoul is a multitasker, so being focused on only one thing will quickly make him lose interest. He also doesn’t see the appeals of taking the game seriously. That being said, that doesn’t make him uninterested in video games in particular. He is the ultimate horror game coward. (Seriously though, if it is so much as a scare chord, he’ll shit his pants, and the other ghouls will kick him out before he stinks up the room) The only times that he would rage quit are because someone else rage quits and he hates that. He will easily beat difficult levels. He gets so much virtual equipment thinking he will need it and gets disappointed when it doesn’t call for it. He’ll criticize a lot of video games as being “too unoriginal” because there’s not much tasks to accomplish. Will have a plain username for his style (i.e. Swiis_Army_Ghoul)

Ghoulettes: These ladies game together. They are the least bit fazed by the video game gore, in fact, they like that about their games. (Aside from Special) They don’t take beating game levels as serious business as the guys do, but when they do win, (Or one or the other,) they get excited, but don’t rub it in others faces. Always likes to play female playable characters. Because of that, they get dealt with a lot of shit from asshole gamers. So what do they do about it? Their characters gang up on the troller, and then either kill the character, or otherwise cause his “death”. Like Aether, they spend a very good chunk of time on the game, but it doesn’t consume their lives or anything. When either of them lose, hey, win some lose some. Probably have cute gamer names on Twitch. (i.e. GamerGhulehKickass25 and NamelessGamerette)

Hope you like it!

#the band ghost #nameless ghoul #special ghoul #ghoulettes #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss army ghoul #mountain ghoul #asks #anon

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Draecia was complicated. Not at all what Eren expected, though he hadn't known what he had expected. The laws were absolute, as were their magic, and their customs made his head spin. Unlike in Eldia, betas and alphas could also cast magic, both male and female dragons could give birth, and most dragons stayed in their human forms. It was hard to tell who was who, and who he was supposed to show proper respect to. Eren had blundered more than once, which everyone seemed to find funny. They also didn't have a royal palace, instead it was stretching manor house that their royal family called home. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin sharing a small log cabin on the property grounds, and Eren spent his heats in an underground chamber like the one in Eldia. Without Levi there, there was no relief, but Zeke had returned to Eldia when Levi declined the marriage to Petra. Levi had used some very colourful language over it all, which had left Eren in stitches as he'd read the man's letter. Petra was still keen to be married, resulting in an ultimatum for Levi between marriage and war, but he'd said they'd talk about when the met face to face. Levi had wanted to come be with him during his heat, but Eren felt his resolve would melt the moment he saw the man. He was in Draecia to learn, not to lament the distance between him and his lover. And there was a whole lot to learn. Their devotion to dragons, and their oneness with magic took his breath away, and even after a year in their care, he still had no idea what they thought of him, Mikasa and Armin. Freya and the rest of the royal family ignored them for the most part, but Historia and Ymir had become firm friends, while Mikasa wasn't that keen on Ymir because she kept preventing her making a move on him. His relationship with Levi was still a secret, even to Armin. Ymir didn't get it, but she loved Historia and followed her lead. Besides, if the word got out that Draecia was harbouring the lover of the crown prince of Eldia, Zeke would be pissed. His letters from Levi were safely hidden away in Historia's room, and all letters passed through her hands to prevent prying eyes finding out. It was hard to believe a whole year had passed since leaving Levi. In that time, his magic had grown and he could now take shape in the form of a dragon, as well as a few other smaller creatures. His health had also improved, thanks to Draecia's climate being warmer than that in the centre of Paradis. He'd still fallen ill, but for the most part his lungs seemed to appreciate the ocean air. Having spent a year under protection of Historia's family, the Reiss family, Eren was nervous for the upcoming festivities being held at the royal manor, due to begin the following week. Dragons were sacred, and the festival was to pay homage to them... including him, especially him. He had to be a storm dragon and all rare and stuff. If Eren had the choice, he'd spend the week like he spent every other, at home reading and comparing notes with Armin, while Mikasa practiced her sword work. When he'd first arrived in Draecia, he'd been mistaken to think all the world's dragons lived there. They didn't. There were dragons that lived in mountains, in snow covered peaks, and dragons that lived in deserts. Their were even dragons that had chosen to reject having a rider, and preferred to live in self imposed isolation. As Levi was his rider, the man would be making the trip to pay tribute to him, which usually meant expensive gifts. The stories had been right, dragons really didn't seem to be able to help themselves when it came to shiny treasures. Ymir's room had so much gold in it, he'd been sure it was all the gold in the world the first time he'd seen it. All he had was the brooch from Levi, and honestly, he wouldn't trade Ymir's riches for it. He'd also told Levi that he showed up with gold, he'd be sleeping alone. As it was, Levi was bringing the up the sword found with the egg, because they'd become sidetracked searching for other dragon items in the castle vaults. For the most part, the items were small, made from teeth or claws and so old the magic had leached from them. Diamonds had also been found, and trunk filled of infant dragon skeletons, which left him sobbing for the tiny lives snuffed out. The diamond and dragon bodies had been returned to Draecia. Feeling stupid for forgetting about it, Historia waved his concerns about the sword off, as she trusted Levi to keep it safe for the simple fact he trusted Levi. To give the dragon's and their riders privacy, cabins across the Reiss land had prepared for all invited dragons. Magicked into existence, by his and Historia's hands. His magic was still a little shaky, his Eldia magic fought his dragon magic until Historia had preferred some ceremony with the help of half a dozen other dragons of the Reiss line to realign his magic. They all had different names for it, so he'd given up trying to follow. Armin could explain it all, but living with his best friends wasn't quite the happy, carefree life he'd imagined. Both his friends liked to hover, and Armin was as bad as Hanji with wanting to perform experiments, while Mikasa still seemed to want more from him, offering to spent his heats with him, which was a big fat no. He hadn't abstained for so long, just to sleep with her of all people. * Standing in the grassy field behind the Reiss manor, Eren was in his human form, next to Ymir as they waited for the Eldia party to arrive. There were half a dozen other Draecia dragons there, Historia and Freya, as well as Armin and Mikasa. But honestly, no one was really registering in his mind. Watching as two hulking dragons came sweeping down, his breath caught as his heart started to race. Levi. He could smell him. He'd really come to see him. He wanted to run to the alpha and throw his arms around him, but he needed to appear refined and civil, and not bring shame on the Reiss family. Landing with a solid thud, both dragons lowered their necks so their passengers could dismount. Levi being the second one to do so, with the assistant of the red dragon's rider. His name was something boringly common, like Chad, Eren had had a small private laugh over it all. A huge dragon rider, with arms as thick as Eren's waist, named Chad. He couldn't get his head around it. God. It was so good to see Levi again... it was even nice to see Erwin again. He knew Erwin and Armin exchanged letters, and Eren had promised to provide Armin with that compatibility reading he'd mentioned so long ago. Walking towards them, Levi's black uniform only made the alpha look even more handsome. The insignia on his epaulettes sparkled in the sun, while his open jacket hid the stops of the scabbards for the two ceremonial swords he wore on his hips. The man was every bit as breathtaking as he remembered, and a blush crept onto his cheeks as he began slicking for the man. 4 heats alone were really too many for his liking. Finally reaching them, Eren could just about purr with happiness. Bowing to the party, Levi didn't even look at him. Eren's heart stinking... and leaving him feeling stupid. He been so excited to see Levi, and now... He knew there was protocol, but even a glance was have been enough "Prince Erwin, thank you so much for coming" "Princess Historia, thank you for your kind invitation" "It'd hardly be appropriate to conduct the festival without you here. We have prepared a morning tea up at manor to mark your arrival" "That will be most nice, thank you. I'm afraid Levi isn't the most hardy flyer" Erwin really did look pale and shaken, Eren feeling happier because of it. Not everyone took well to flying, Levi looked flawless which was a good sign. He'd never survive riding on Eren's shoulders if he couldn't handle a five minute flight from Paradis island "Flying is not for everyone. We have an excellent herb that will help settle your stomach in no time" Erwin gave a weary sigh, he'd grown even paler in the few moments Erwin had been talking with Historia. If he thought that was bad, he was in for a deep shock when he met Rod Reiss. The man was one loose bolt off being a complete nut "Thank you" Falling into step at the back of the group, Eren walked beside Ymir unhappily. Even as they'd fallen into line, Levi still hadn't looked at him. Was he only one who'd actually missed his lover? Levi had said he missed him in his letters, but those were just words, and reality was so much harder. He'd been so excited to see Levi again, he'd worked so hard and kept his dragon form hidden from Armin and Mikasa as he wanted Levi to see him before they did. With dragons always around, he could easily blend into the crowd. Even if they'd seen him, they wouldn't have known it was him. Glumly, he sighed to himself "I thought you'd be happier" It took Eren a moment to realise Ymir was talking to him "What's to say I'm not?" "I can smell it. We all can" Stupid super senses "I'm sorry. I was looking forward to see him, and I know he has to follow protocol. But now that he's here, I want to run" "What's stopping you?" Eren stopped, turning to face the woman "I mean. Your honey's ignoring you. He probably wouldn't notice if you did leave" "I'm supposed to be here" "Your friends Armin and Mikasa have it under control. Go. Run. Be free" "I..." Looking back to Levi, he was engaged in conversation with Historia. Ymir was right. He wouldn't notice him gone "I think I might..." "You'll need to be at dinner tonight. It's formal attire" "We both know I'm going to need to magic up something to wear" "Then go sulk elsewhere until sundown. Hell. You can go yell at the soldiers carrying trunks, if you want" "That's more your style" Ymir shrugged "What can I say? I hate those mindless sheep. Now go stink up the country somewhere far from here. I have to protect my Historia from your tiny pipsqueak" "He'd lose his shit if he knew you were calling him that" "And how is it my problem if people can't handle the truth" Leaving him with that line, Ymir strode up to the group, easily reaching Historia's side. At least their love was public and accepted... he and Levi, were still a dirty secret. Maybe that's why Levi had come in person? It wasn't the festival at all, but that he wanted to release him from his command and leave him here. The nervousness gnawing at his stomach was only growing worse. His omega hated him for leaving Levi in the first place, and now he was turning his back on him again. Spending his day down by the lake, Eren cursed the sky as the sun started to set. He liked the lake. He liked watching the water dragons bathing, or fishing for their riders. Technically it wasn't a lake, but the river mouth that was left of an ancient river system, that had been left dry in a great dragon battle. When heavy rains hit, the levy broke and seawater filled the space. Through careful conservation, the fish that came in with the waves were farmed year round, with ice dragons calling it home through the winter. Whenever Eren needed to think, he came to the red and real pagoda overlooking the space, spending hours just losing himself in his thoughts, until Armin would come and get at him, or Mikasa would come and yell at him for wandering around without protection. It wasn't like anyone here wanted him dead. There were many dragons much more powerful than he was. As far as he was concerned, she was overreacting. Leaving for the party, Eren stopped by the cabin to shower first, before changing into his robes. Formal wear for dragons meant robes. His archenemy rearing its ugly head again, though these were nicer than the Eldia robes. Draecia robes had magic woven into them. The white robes Eren wore, were patterned with golden flowers that swayed lightly as if in a breeze, and on the back was storm, showing his magical affinity. Brushing his hair out, he wore it down because it decided it didn't want to be pulled back into a neat bun. Eying himself in his mirror, he sighed at his appearance, exhausted already and he hadn't even seen Levi. Another downside to robes was the lack of anything under them, meaning his junk would probably be cold before the night was out, and meaning that the slick that was sure to spill the moment he saw Levi, was sure to be smelt. Even if such scents were smelt, it was ill manners to draw attention to them, but he still found it super embarrassing. With heavy steps, Eren walked up to the manor house. Mikasa and Armin were both waiting for him out the front. Mikasa looked annoyed, but that was pretty much the norm, while Armin's excitement was barely containable "Where were you?! Ymir said you had dragon things to take care of, but you were gone all day" "Sorry, Armin I was down the lake. Why aren't you in there eyeing Levi off?" Armin blushed, Eren moving to loop his arm around Armin's, squeezing his hand "Don't tease me. While Erwin met with the family, Mikasa and I were left to fill him in" That sounded about as fun as picking every single scale off an angry dragon. Starting up the manor steps, Eren pulled Armin with him "Well, you can relax now. Let's have some wine, eat some expensive food and enjoy ourselves" As they strategically avoided Levi, and they way the man made him feel. Continuing into the manor, then into the grand dining room, Mikasa attached herself to his other side. Eren forced along by his friends, when his steps had come to a stop at the sight of Levi at the far end of the room. Nursing a glass of wine, the man seemed to be happy enough, causing jealousy to flare in his gut. They'd been apart for a year, and Levi hadn't even sought him out in the hours since his arrival... it was a good thing the wine would be plentiful, or he'd never make it through the night with so many butterflies in his stomach. Dinner was loud, Rod Reiss couldn't hold his alcohol well, so with each sentence he grew louder, while Historia looked embarrassed. Though Armin had wanted to sit closer to Erwin, Eren had sat at the very end of the table, forcing the beta to sit beside him and away from his crush. Through the whole dinner, Eren could feel Levi's eyes on him, leading to Eren drinking much more wine than he'd intended. He'd found he handled his alcohol far too well, so by the time he started to feel a slight buzz, he was 6 glasses in, which would have been 7, had Mikasa not cut him off with a comment that he had the whole night ahead of him. That was exactly why he needed the wine! While the others retired to the sitting room to mingle, Eren made a run for it, by excusing himself to the bathroom. He couldn't leave the manor without being rude, so he sought out solitude on a second story balcony. What was he supposed to say to Levi? That he was sorry for running away? The man had wanted him to pursue his dreams, and now... What were they? Outside of a dragon and his rider... Levi had assured him he missed him, and still held affections... Why the fuck couldn't he just man up and face Levi?! He was right there. Just down the stairs! He could feel him... "Eren?" Eren's heart leapt into his throat. Levi was right behind him. He hadn't even heard the man approaching. Panicking, what he did next didn't make sense to anyone, not even himself. Hoisting himself up, he leapt off the balcony and took off running "Eren?!" Racing down the grassy slope where they'd met the Eldia party earlier, Eren had no idea where he was going "Eren?! Would you stop running!?" Looking over his shoulder, he found Levi chasing after him "Go away!" "No! Why are you running?!" "I don't know!" "Then stop!" "I've already committed to this!" "Well stop it!" "Too late! It's happening!" No one had ever said he was smart. Not looking where he was going, the teen tripped spectacularly over a tree root as he plunged into the forest at the end of the clearing. Knocked to the ground and winded, he groaned as he rolled over. Catching up to him, Levi panted, his palms on his hands as he sucked in deep breaths "What the hell was that?!" Covering his face with his hands, Eren shook his head. Stupid shitty nature "I don't know" "Why did you run?" "I don't know!" Walking over to him, Levi took his arm and pulled him to his feet "Now we've got that out the way, why don't you actually look at me?" Eren shook his head again. God. He'd stacked it. Sprawled out with his robes everywhere and no underwear on... how was he supposed to recover from that? And now, on top of that, he was completely alone with Levi... "I'm scared" "You're scared?" "You... didn't look at me..." "Oh, brat. I thought you would have learned to get out of your head by now. I wanted nothing more than to rush over and scoop you into my arms" "I know it's your job, but I missed you. It's been so hard" As he started to cry, Levi pulled his hands from his face "It's been hard for me too. So many times I wanted to ignore your wishes and come" "I... I was scared you'd come to end everything" "No. No, Eren. I came because I couldn't take another day without seeing you" Eren sniffled, wiping at his face "I'm sorry... I started running and felt so stupid I didn't want you to catch me" "I'm glad you tripped, I never would have otherwise" "I'm not... it didn't feel great" "Then you shouldn't have run. Where are we?" "In the forest between the manor and the lake..." "Is there someplace we can go and talk?" "You want to talk to me?" "No. I came all this way up here for no reason at all" "I... I've missed you" Levi pulled him into his arms, Eren melting into his hold "I missed you too. Erwin said I've been an insufferable arsehole. More than once he threatened to have me boxed up and shipped here" "I'm glad he didn't... I never would have learned anything" "So your magic? It didn't go out of control?" "It went completely nuts, without you. They had to realign it for me... and my heats... so many times I wanted to go back home to you" "I'm here now" "I know, here, come with me" Creating a small fire wisp to guide them, Eren lead Levi to the pagoda he'd spent the day hiding at. Below them, the night sky was painted in the smooth water of the lake. Without the dragon's there, the whole place was ghostly quite, and scarily intimate. Leaning on the pagodas railing, Eren looked at out the view as Levi's arms wrapped around him from behind "It's beautiful here" "It is. This is my favourite place in all of Draecia. The ice dragons are really something else" "It's only beautiful because you're here" Turning in Levi's hold, Eren sighed softly. There were so many things he wanted to tell Levi. So many things he wanted to show him... "I still can't believe you're here. I..." Leaning up, Levi's lips found his, silencing him. After a year apart, neither of them could stand it any longer. Sliding his knee up between Eren's legs, Eren moaned into the touch. Talking could wait. Eagerly and hungrily kissing his alpha, Eren's hands fumbled Levi's pants undone. The alpha groaning as he took Levi's dick into his hand. As Levi's head lolled back, and alpha moaned, Eren latched to Levi's neck, mouthing sloppily with excitement "Fuck... Eren... I can't wait" "I can't either. My lips. My fingers. My skin and my heart can't wait" "Turn around for me, beautiful" Eren was grateful for his robes, as he turned in Levi's arms. Placing his hands on the pagoda rail, Levi ran his hands up his legs to hold his hips, Eren's robes gathering around his waist, slicking so hard it'd already run down his thighs to reach his knees "I don't need prepping, I've been waiting for this all day" "Only all day?" "I've been waiting since the moment I... argh... nmm... fuck..." Pushing into his heat, the stretch burnt, but he welcomed it. This was Levi. His Levi. He wanted to feel it all "Shit... you're so fucking tight" Pulling back, Levi slammed back in, Eren crying out in pleasure "M-Master!" "I can't hold back" "Don't! Don't you dare!" Reduced to open mouthed gasps and moans, Eren felt as if he'd lost his mind as Levi abused his sweet spot "I'm gonna... I'm... I'm gonna..." Levi's knot flared, Eren coming down the inside of his robes, a second orgasm hitting on the heels of the first, his knees giving out as his body shook "Fuck... fuck... god..." Eren nodded in agreement with Levi. The alpha had slumped against him, kissing his back as nuzzled into him "Shit..." Eren giggled as he regained his breath, his giggle turning to a moan as Levi's hands slipped to his stomach, rocking slightly harder against him and jostling the man's knot "Someone's eager" "You weren't the only one waiting... please tell me there's somewhere we can spend time alone?" "First you want to be alone to talk, now you want to be alone to fuck. Such a demanding prince" "I expected you to realise I'm going to demand all of your time now I've caught you" "Unfortunately, I do have other duties to attend to" Levi growled and bit his back playfully "Let's sit. There's a perfectly good bench here, and no one's going to come close" "Are you sure?" "Yeah... they're all pretty respectful over sex here, and really open about it at the same time. You kind of just walk past it and that's it..." "Oh?" "Yeah... there's like zero shame" "Sounds like you've been having fun" "Watching everyone else in the arms of those they love, while you were so far away..." Eren's scent filled with loneliness. Now that he was in Levi's arms, he could admit how lonely he felt "I wrote when I could" "I know. I still... really missed you" "Here, come here" Guided back, Levi sank down onto the pagoda bench, Eren sitting in his lap as they interlaced fingers. Letting his head rest on Levi's shoulder, he summoned up a dozen small fires to hover around the top of the pagoda, bathing the area in soft light "They're new" "They are. I've really learned a lot" "And they've treated you well?" "Yeah. Rod and his wife are a bit... weird, but Freya and Historia are looking toward the future..." "And you?" "Me what?" "Are you looking toward the future?" "In my own way. I do have a gift for you, but you have to wait until the festival for it" "I have a gift for you too. I asked Historia for more details on the festival" Eren sighed. Historia hadn't told him, but he wasn't surprised to hear that "Of course you did" "I wanted to make sure I showed the right respect" "I don't need nice things" "What's the point of being a prince if I can't?" "I'm serious" "I know. It's nothing too fancy" Eren doubted that... It had been a year, after all "You don't know my dragon form, so I'm not afraid to snob you if you try to gift me too much" "You wouldn't" "I just might. There's going to be so many dragons, you won't be able to tell us apart" "I'd know you anywhere" "Mmm. I don't know about that. And Historia has prepared a cover story, because you're human and the prince, you'll be looking after me as I'm from your kingdom. Mikasa has been quite mad about it all" "Oh?" "Yeah. But we can talk about that later... I'm just really happy to be in your arms again" "And I'm happy to hold you. I really hadn't planned on jumping you" "I know. It relieving to know that after a year, we're still just as compatible" "It is. I was so nervous I'd fuck it up" "I couldn't even tell. Historia won't be expecting us back, neither will Ymir. Can you stay? I want to share this view with you" "Erwin will cover. I mean, I do need to debrief with you over your training" Turning to kiss his alpha, he smiled "Mmm. Make sure you debrief me nice and slowly, and thoroughly" "I think I can do that" "I'm a little slow, you might need to repeat yourself" "I'm going to repeat myself so many times that you won't be forgetting any time soon" "Good. I've been told I'm stubborn" Levi's lips were against his as his master nodded "You're the most stubborn brat I know, and I love it"

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Legacy [Naruto Reader-Insert]

You’re definitely a Yamanaka, aren’t you?

Family and Village secrets run rampant. All you wanna do is survive long enough to see Naruto become Hokage and to find out who you really are.

[Fem! Reader x Various]

Warnings: Long plot. Slow-burn. The slowest of the burn.

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Chapter 2

Sable holds his breath, pulling his chakra close to his core. His entire body is tense, muscles taut and ready to spring to action. The black cloak that drapes over his arm moves and a glint of metal under the moonlight reveals that he is indeed hiding a short blade on his back. He moves closer to the targets that he and his team were shadowing: two nuke-nin from Suna.

It was a pity, for Suna. They were seriously understaffed and overworked after the Third Shinobi War, he didn't blame them for defecting.

Besides, they gave his squad some work.

And boy, did he like work.

His team had been tracking them for about two to three weeks, they've been pretty crafty and giving them the slip. Unfortunately for the two nuke-nin from Suna, this is Sable's home turf.

The two figures below the branches didn't seem to have noticed him yet. They were huddled up by the small fire that they made, roasting a couple of lizard-like creatures for food. Leave it to Suna shinobi to make the local, scaly wildlife into food. If you looked under Sable's mask, you'd likely find a smile of disdain. Sable had not much love for shinobi from Suna.

Two hostile. Clear. Engage? He raises a gloved arm, signing in rapid succession. Sable sucks in a breath and gazes towards the canopy ahead, waiting for a signal.

Hound nods, a lock of silver hair pokes out of the side of his mask as he signs back.

Affirmative.

Sable's lips spread into a face splitting grin, angling his fingers to make an oblong frame. Like a viewfinder, only deadlier.

"Shiranshin no Jutsu!"

A small bolt of chakra crackles from between his fingers, piercing into one of their bodies with an audible sshng.

On cue, his entire squad erupts out of the leaves; fangs bared and weapons unsheathed.

The two other nuke-nin didn't stand a chance.

"Ne, Hound-dono, " Sable dusts his hands and adjusts his cloak, "I think we were supposed to bring them in alive.”

The mangled remains of their targets lay strewn across the little clearing that they chased them to, courtesy of Hound and Otter of course. Ever since he got thrown into ANBU, the Sandaime had ordered Hound to, uh. Look after him. In a nutshell.

"It's better if they're dead," Hound responds, his voice curt and concise. He swings his tanto into a wide arc in front of him, the blood and liquid remaining on the blade scattering on the ground.

It was Hound's habit to do such things. Effective, but flashy.

Otter gives a wry chuckle as he wipes a blood spot that had splattered on the front of his flak jacket, "We didn't need that many people for this mission, Hound could have done it on his own."

Hound ignores Otter and unravels the large scroll marked with a black band strapped to his back and seals both the bodies inside. Sable doesn't know if the Intelligence Bureau would be able to identify the bodies later for their bounties, but he held his tongue. To him, Hound always seems on edge. And ruthless. And effective at what he does. Sandaime seemed to have given Sable a scary guard dog.

"Let's head back to the village," Hound commands and the three of them disappear in a flurry of leaves.

You're in your clan's training fields, going through your clan's taijutsu kata. Father had been busy lately. There wasn't any opportunity for you to ask him to teach you anything. He hasn't had time to see you in a long while.

Your eyes steels as you kick at the padded tree trunk in front of you.

Your leg hits the padding hard. Kick to the kidney. Jab to the clavicle. In your mind, there was an overlay of a person's anatomy on the training log and you were placing very well aimed kicks at the most vulnerable spots on a human body. Or so you think. You were only five.

To a much more experienced shinobi, you were just trying your best. A much more polite way of saying that you’re just a toddler attempting to do one of the most lethal moves of your clan's techniques. But you didn't care. You needed to work as hard as you can.

Then Mother would be proud.

You continue throwing punches and kicks on the log until a voice breaks your focus.

"Hey!" Ino calls out your name, approaching from the main road.

You stop to look at her, panting heavily as you held onto your knees, trying to catch your breath. You had grown up with her, close enough to call her sister, you suppose. Ino wore a pink ribbon in her hair today and a modest off-white blouse with some dark shorts.

Yellow hair and blue eyes. Your source of confusion and envy. Not Ino, but her hair and eyes.

You knew the Nara and Akimichi kids too. They came over when you were younger to have playdates with her. You joined them too. Sometimes.

Shikamaru is really smart. You didn't have the sort of intelligence he had. He beat you in Shogi every time you decide to play him, which wasn't very often. But he did challenge you to use your brain in every other hypothetical war-game that he played with you.

He insists that it's good for you and you don't question him. So you continue playing, even if he did beat you. Every single time.

Choji, however, is pretty nice to you. He offers you extra food to bring back when the playdates were at his house. He also teaches you some easy recipes that kids could make without complicated cooking techniques, which were a lifesaver.

You had suspected that the three of them have been talking about your family situation behind your back and this was their way of taking care of you.

A smile works its way on your lips.

Ino rushes over to you when she sees fat beads of sweat rolling off your brow and bruises on your limbs, her eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't show up for Kunoichi class today," Ino says softly.

A clean handkerchief presses against your sweaty forehead with hurried fervor. Pat. Pat. Pat. You just close your eyes and let her wipe your sweat off.

You watch her mother-hen you for a short moment before muttering out an apology, "Sorry, I kinda lost track of time."

"Nn, It's okay," The worry seems to melt from her face as she eases into a smile, "Wanna go hang out with Shikamaru and Choji? We're going to go cloud watching. Blech." She makes a disgusted face before breaking into a giggle.

You hook your tiny arm around hers in agreement and giggle with her too. That did sound like the lazy, cloud-loving boy you knew.

Ino then fills you in on what happened in Kunoichi class. Telling you about all of the flowers and herbs she picked, and what your sensei had taught that day as the both of you walk to their special spot, arm in arm.

She doesn't ask why you didn't turn up or why you were basically beating yourself up with intense training. Ino doesn't question you about anything.

You like that about her.

That night, Brother returns home sloshing drunk, stinking of alcohol and money. He swings a bag of jingling coins at you with a half-lidded grin.

"Lil' Mouse, guess who has extra allowance this weeeek?" He drawls out the last syllable at you, as he shakes the bag at you.

Brother is a horrible drunk.

It doesn't happen often but Brother does end up drunk whenever he comes back from one of those missions that he had to dress up all weird for. You weren't focused on him though, you were more focused on the stranger that had your brother half-draped over his shoulder.

He had silvery-white hair styled upwards with some strands peeping forward to frame his face. His eyes were hooded and dark. Well. Eye. His other eye was closed, a long visible scar running down. A mask covered most of his features but you could tell that he was good-looking.

He seemed to be a little bit older than Brother.

"Hey. I brought your brother back, " He lets Brother crumple into a drunken mess before your feet and disappears, leaving behind a few stray leaves on your otherwise clean porch.

"M-mouse-chan," Brother gurgles while hugging one of your legs, giggling with alcohol-induced glee.

You stare at the leaves, then at your brother and back to the leaves.

You ignore your brother, your eyes lingering on where that mysterious stranger was standing before.

You suddenly want to learn how to shunshin as soon as possible.

A/N: I was on a roll so I released this chapter early! The first couple of chapters will just be setting up the relationships between Rea-chan and everyone else, so hang in there guys! So how do you like the characterization of rea-chan's brother and their relationship? Did you guys spot the little hint of Rea-chan's family situation that I dropped in his part? What do you guys think about this mysterious older boy who seems to be friends with Rea-chan's brother? Please comment and tell me what you think!

Feedback and criticism are welcome too!

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hearts on fire tonight

Alright fall fic done; two in one day! For the sentence starter: “I’m having a bonfire tonight, wanna come?” Also on ao3!

Bakugo wiped his sweaty palms on his pants for what seemed like the hundredth time since leaving his room.

The walk to Kirishima's room from his own lasted no more than thirty seconds but today it felt like a fucking eternity. Like he was wading through quicksand or sludge instead of just walking a room over.

It was an odd feeling, this rush of uncharacteristic anxiety surging through him like he had been hit by one of Kaminari's electric shocks. It was fucking ridiculous.

His Quirk naturally made him sweat at an accelerated rate compared to most people but with how nervous he was his palms were absolutely drenched. He wiped them on his jeans again.

Fuck. He would probably have to change his pants after this. And figure out a way to stop his fucking palms from sweating.

Before him, Kirishima's door was like a beacon, a lighthouse calling out to him from the shore as he trudged through the stormy waves. But at the same time, it had never looked so intimidating.

Bakugo shook his head, hating himself for feeling so fucking nervous. It wasn't like he was fucking proposing, he was just asking Kirishima if he wanted to hang out with him. At his house. Alone. While his parents were out of town visiting distant relatives.

Ugh, who the hell was he kidding? He had good reason to be nervous and he knew it.

Because as much as he tried to tell himself that he was just inviting Kirishima to hang out like they had a million times before, that he shouldn't be such a fucking wuss about it, he knew damn well that it was more than that. Because Bakugo was finally going to tell Kirishima that he had feelings for him.

Feelings that could completely shatter the friendship they had built together since the beginning of the year. Because his feelings weren't the kind that friends typically had for each other.

At least, he didn't think so. He didn't have much as a frame of reference. But he had never wanted to shove Kaminari or Sero against a wall and kiss the living daylights out of them. So he was pretty sure Kirishima was special in that regard.

The feelings he had for Kirishima were romantic feelings, loath as Bakugo was to admit it. But today he was. He was finally going to.

It had taken weeks for Bakugo to figure out how exactly to go about confessing his feelings. It wasn't like he had ever done it before.

Hell, he had never even really been attracted to anyone before. And he had always prided himself on that, on not being like the rest of the idiots he had gone to elementary and middle school with who had obsessed over dates and school dances and first kisses.

He'd always had more important things to worry about. Like becoming the number one pro hero.

Then he had met Kirishima. Just like that he was daydreaming about going on dates with Kirishima to see the newest All Might movies and making out in Kirishima's room instead of studying. Fuck, he was pathetic.

He shook himself again, pausing outside of Kirishima's door to take a deep, bracing breath. Clenching his jaw, he finally raised his hand to knock on Kirishima's door, for good measure calling, "Yo, shitty hair!"

Grand entrances were romantic, right?

Barely a moment later, the door swung open to reveal Kirishima's brightly smiling face, sharp squaloid teeth on full display. Smile somehow growing even wider when he saw Bakugo, he cheerily greeted, "Hey, man! What's up?"

Bakugo was immediately distracted. Kirishima had clearly been working out before answering the door. He was shirtless and flushed with a white towel draped around the back of his neck, glistening with sweat.

Kirishima shirtless wasn't necessarily an unusual sight, his hero costume revealed a lot of skin after all, but that didn't mean it didn't affect Bakugo. He prided himself on not being ruled by his hormones but he was still a teenaged boy face to face with his unfairly good-looking, shirtless crush.

Besides, even if Bakugo didn't have a crush on Kirishima, a chest that tanned and sculpted, artfully dotted with sweat like Kirishima was in some kind of bordering-on-pornographic commercial for men's underwear or something, was enough to make any male-attracted person's mouth go dry.

Bakugo had to force himself to focus on Kirishima's equally distracting face in an attempt to keep from drooling like some kind of objectifying asshole. Desperately hoping he wasn't blushing (the capillaries in his cheeks were fucking traitors) he cleared his throat. "I'm having a bonfire at my place tonight. You wanna come?"

"Really, dude? Yeah, that sounds awesome!" Kirishima beamed, just as excited as Bakugo expected him to be. He was like a big, overgrown puppy, wagging his tail and jumping around at the prospect of a long car ride around the neighborhood.

Bakugo imagined Kirishima would react the same exact way if his friends asked him to root through a dumpster with them in the middle of the night. He was like the Energizer Bunny of disproportionate enthusiasm and Bakugo was completely ass over ankles for him.

"Who else is coming?" Kirishima asked, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door jamb. Leave it to Kirishima to immediately want to include others in anything he thought they would enjoy.

"No one," Bakugo said, rolling his eyes. He tried to shrug casually, not wanting to let Kirishima know how eager he was for it to just be the two of them. "I just figured we could hang out. Y'know, just us."

"Oh, yeah, no problem. Keeping it low-key, I dig it," Kirishima immediately replied, not at all fazed by Bakugo's dismissal. Still smiling widely, he looked back over his shoulder at his hideous flexing arm clock on the other side of the room, checking the time. "What time should I head over?"

"Uh, I figure we can go in like an hour," Bakugo answered, scratching the inside of his wrist. Sniffing, he belatedly tacked on, "That alright?"

"Yeah, man, that's perfect!" Kirishima nodded excitedly, turning back around to face Bakugo. He dabbed his forehead with one end of his towel, wrinkling his nose and commenting, "It'll give me time to grab a shower. I stink."

Bakugo just nodded, not trusting himself to not say anything stupid, and turned on his heel to walk back to his own room. He heard Kirishima's door shut behind himself him with a soft click.

Walking into his room, he kicked the door shut with a deep, shaky sigh. The first phase of his plan had gone off without a hitch, now he had an hour to get ready for the next part.

And find a way to get his palms to stop sweating so fucking much.

The look of pure shock and awe on Kirishima's face upon seeing Bakugo's backyard made all of the anxiety and sweaty palms worth it.

"Dude," Kirishima breathed, absolutely wonderstruck, as he spun in a wide circle in the middle of the backyard. Arms outstretched, he made a full three-sixty, taking in every last detail, from the professionally manicured lawn to the laid stone patio and designer porch furniture.

Like a little kid let loose in a candy store, marveling at all the sweets laid out before him, Kirishima aimlessly wandered around the backyard, investigating whatever happened to catch his eye.

He let out an impressed whistle at the brand new grill Bakugo's dad had purchased only a few months ago, eyes widening comically at the gleaming sheen of the stainless steel. No doubt Kirishima was imagining all of the meat that could be cooked on the grill, licking his chops at the thought of burgers and steaks.

The well-maintained flower beds that ran the length of the tall wooden fence drew Kirishima's attention next. He oohed and aahed at the bright orange chrysanthemums and fiery red asters that Bakugo's mother had painstakingly planted and weeded and watered.

But what really drew his attention was the main attraction: the large steel fire pit in the middle of the backyard, nestled in the lush green grass. A cushioned patio swing stood against the back fence, parallel to the fire pit.

Kirishima's eyes had nearly bulged out of his head at the sight, jaw slack. Bakugo didn't think he had ever seen anyone so excited to see a backyard.

Then again, Kirishima had reacted the same way when he had first seen Bakugo's house. He had been over to Bakugo's a handful of times before they had moved into the dorms, often walking home with him despite the fact that he lived in Chiba.

And every time, Kirishima had been similarly awestruck by different facets of Bakugo's house. First, it had been the exterior, then the spacious interior followed by his weird obsession with the fact that there were two sinks in Bakugo's kitchen.

When Bakugo had pointed out that it wasn't a big deal, Kirishima had reminded him that he had grown up in a tiny apartment with his parents and horde of siblings.

"Your backyard is so awesome!" Kirishima announced, turning back around to Bakugo with a wide, toothy grin. Bakugo just rolled his eyes as he continued filling the fire pit with logs and kindling in the form of old newspapers and a few pine cones.

Kirishima helped himself to a seat on the swing, keeping one foot on the ground to rock the swing. He pulled the other leg up, setting his chin on his knee as he continued watching Bakugo carefully arrange the logs.

As he lit the bonfire with a small controlled explosion, Bakugo watched Kirishima from the corner of his eye. After his shower, he had changed into a gray sweatshirt and a pair of faded dark blue jeans that had a hole in the left knee. He looked beyond cozy, perfect for a chilly fall night.

He hadn't bothered re-styling his hair after showering, leaving it down. It somehow made him even more attractive than usual. Bakugo was fucked.

Which is why it took him a second to realize that Kirishima had just asked him something. Blinking a few times, Bakugo hummed, "Huh?"

It was Kirishima's turn to roll his eyes. "I asked where your parents are. They working tonight or something?"

"Nah, they're visiting my great aunt or some shit," Bakugo succinctly explained, tossing a few more sticks into the fire pit to crackle and burn. Taking a deep breath, he stood and moved to sit with Kirishima on the swing.

"You didn't go with them?" Kirishima asked, turning his head to keep his eyes on Bakugo. He frowned a bit, clearly confused.

"Obviously not," Bakugo scoffed, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back against the cushions of the swing. "Why the hell would I wanna go visit some old bat I don't even know?"

Kirishima snorted a laugh, shaking his head fondly. He pulled his other leg up onto the swing, tucking both beneath himself as he leaned against Bakugo's side, as tactile as ever.

Bakugo took over rocking the swing for them, basking in the feel of Kirishima leaning against him. They sat together for a while, watching the flames of the bonfire in companionable silence. Predictably, it was Kirishima who broke the silence while Bakugo desperately tried to figure out what the hell he was going to say.

"Thanks for inviting me, tonight," Kirishima said quietly, tilting his head up to flash a soft smile at Bakugo. "This is really nice."

Bakugo swallowed heavily. It was now or never.

"I, uh, wanted to tell you something," Bakugo managed to say, nervously licking his lips. He looked down at Kirishima, at those big red eyes and soft smile, words catching in his throat.

His trouble speaking didn't go unnoticed by Kirishima. Raising his head, Kirishima scooted a few inches closer. "What is it?"

"I like you," Bakugo blurted, the words bursting out of his mouth like one of his explosions, frenzied and louder than he had intended, potentially hazardous. But there was no going back now.

"Oh," Kirishima whispered, eyes wide, his mouth forming a perfect o. He blinked a few times, slowly digesting Bakugo's words.

Bakugo waited with bated breath for Kirishima to say something else, anything else. Even a rejection would be better than the silence, so uncharacteristic of Kirishima.

But Kirishima didn't say anything. At least, not at first.

He simply reached over to slide his hand into Bakugo's, interlacing their fingers. He didn't seem at all fazed by Bakugo's sweaty palms.

"Thank you for telling me," Kirishima said, ducking his chin with a small, self-conscious smile. Running his thumb over Bakugo's knuckles, he admitted, "If you didn't, I probably never woulda worked up the nerve to."

He raised his head to meet Bakugo's eyes again, smile still shy and reserved. "I like you, too, Bakugo. A lot."

Lifting their joined hands, he dipped his head to brush his lips against Bakugo's knuckles, kissing the back of his hand. Lowering their hands to his lap, he leaned more heavily against Bakugo's side, resting his flushed cheek on Bakugo's shoulder.

Bakugo let out the breath he had been holding, relief and happiness and disbelief rushing through him like a typhoon. But Kirishima — his rock, his lighthouse — was right there with him to guide him out of the storm. Sweaty palms be damned.

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