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THIS IS NOT OVER YET‼️
'Lucifer', 'Brooklyn Nine-Nine', 'Arrested Development', 'Family Guy', 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer', 'Community', 'Star Trek' and 'Veronica Mars' are among the shows theat got cancelled but fans fought SO HARD that they saved them.
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xamaxenta · 2 years
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Great way for your formerly dead BF and new BF to get along? Let them competitively fuck your brains out.
Yes exactly its a competition and Ace wins automatically bc two dicks is better than one bc he’s a whore
Laughing over the idea of Mar n Sab sassing each other, insulting the other or using underhanded tactics to win, eventually its so competitive Ace just kinda slips out of the mess to watch bc watching them go at it than being in the middle is so much funnier
Its only when these dumb blondes kissed that they realised Ace is sitting across the room like mm continue
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indoviews · 1 year
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Chedkhaniyan Lyrics - Arijit Singh, Nikita Gandhi
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Chedkhaniyan Lyrics Singer Arijit Singh, Nikita Gandhi Composer Pritam Music Pritam Song Writer IP Singh, Shloke Lal Song Lyrics: Seene Vich Yaara Gallan Teriyan Kare Chedkhaniyaan Haaye Mithi Mithi Teri Sadde Dil Nu Lage Shaitaaniyan Haaye Seene Vich Yaara Gallan Teriyan Kare Chedkhaniyan Haaye Ho Mithi Mithi Teri Sadde Dil Nu Lage Shaitaaniyan Haye Saare Rajj Ke Dekho Aaye Sajj Ke Jagmag Jugnu Sa Har Dil Aithe Dhadka Haan Ho Chhat Tapke Munde Aaye Kab Ke Tu Bhi Ratt Nu Jala De Chann Banke Nikal Ja Ho Ho Ho Barbaad Hai Jo Guzra Na Pal Tere Saath Hai O Mittar Mere Sab Chhod Ke Jo Pakda Yoon Toone Mera Haath Hai Main Lutteya Khade Khade Seene Vich Yaara Gallan Teriyan Kare Chedkhaniyan Haaye Mithi Mithi Teri Sadde Dil Nu Lage Shaitaaniyan Haaye Sacchi Main Kahan Maine Maangi Hai Dua Mere Apnon Ke Sapnon Ko Rabb Poora Karwa Haan Har Saans Mein Karun Main Teri Hi Tarafdari Ve Na Kam Yeh Pade Jabse Mili Teri Mohabbaton Ki Yeh Udhari Ve Main Lutteya Khade Khade Seene Vich Yaara Gallan Teriyan Kare Chedkhaniyan Haaye Mithi Mithi Teri Sadde Dil Nu Lage Shaitaaniyan Haaye Kaale Tikke Laga Main Doon Ho Meri Ankhan De Taare Nu Lag Jaave Nazar Je Kahin Te Main Mar Jaaniyan Haaye Seene Vich Yaara Gallan Teriyan Kare Chedkhaniyan Haaye Ho Mithi Mithi Teri Sadde Dil Nu Lage Shaitaaniyan Haye Hey Seene Vich Yaara Gallan Teriyan Kare Chedkhaniyaan Haaye Thanks for watching ❤️ Read the full article
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hanmegumi · 3 years
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I swear Jesper's flirting is going to be the death of Inej and Kaz-
He really went "ooh pretty boy time to kiss" in the middle of an assignment dfcbjufvb-
LJAKSKDJJ hE DID, and the best part is that he still gets his job done,, sOmEhoW-
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authenticaussie · 7 years
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mas cinderella au, with ace as cinderella, if youre still open..?
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“Sir Outlook.” Marco says, and his lips are happy and his hands are gentle, but his eyes are gleaming sickly green instead of beautiful blue. “Will you marry me?”
Sabo’s father prods him in the back, and Sabo can feel the pointed edge of the wand sticking in right next to his spine, a silent warning even if his father still doesn’t know the true extent of what it can do. He looks beyond Marco, over his shoulder to the barely cracked door, and catches Ace’s eyes and the glint of the delicate slipper in his hand, carefully repaired in Ace’s glassblowing forge. 
“I will,” he says, and the slipper falls from Ace’s hand and shatters.  
“I didn’t mean it,” Sabo says as soon as he manages to catch up to Ace, snagging his bicep and pulling him to a stop. “I don’t want to marry him,” he adds, and that’s a lie but Ace won’t know it. 
Ace shakes his head, trying to pull his arm from Sabo’s grasp, but Sabo refuses to let go, making Ace turn and face him. “I promise you, Ace, this isn’t your fault! My parents found a magic wand and cursed Marco to fall in love with me, and to think that I was you. He’s still in love with the boy he met at the ball.”
“He thinks that boy is you,” Ace says, taking Sabo’s declaration of ‘magic wand’ surprisingly well, until he adds, “He couldn’t even remember me well enough to know that I don’t look like you-”
“He’s cursed, Ace,” Sabo snaps. “He’d never betray you like this. You know that!”
“I don’t know anything, apparently,” Ace says bitterly, and his head drops, fringe falling in front of his face. “Besides, I only knew him for a night, Sabo.”
“You knew him for longer than a night,” Sabo says, his eyes sharpening into a glare. “You knew him through sword practice and through teaching him at your forge, and-”
“No!” Ace defends, shoulders hunching, “No, I only knew a Marco that wanted to fall in love for a night, Sabo. Why would he look twice now, when I’m just- boring me again?”
“There is nothing boring about you,” Sabo says, his lips twisting up fondly, but Ace can’t seem to hear the adoration in his tone, his hands wrapped tight around his elbows. “Ace, I promise you. Marco is in love with you. When he saw me, when he first walked in-!” Sabo’s heart aches, but he pushes it aside to say, “He looked so disappointed. He wasn’t expecting the person to fit the slipper to be me, and my father cursed him when Marco wanted to back out of what he’d written on the proclamation. He wanted to find you, Ace, and he knew who you were.”
He reaches out, slow and careful, and tugs Ace’s hands into his own. “I’m sorry,” he says, swallowing through his tight throat. “I’m sorry, Ace, I swear I would have stopped them if I knew how.” Ace’s hands shake, his breathing hitching hard, and his nails bite into Sabo’s palms. “I didn’t mean to take this from you.”
Ace laughs, taut and vicious, and his grip tightens. “I know.” He says, and Sabo can’t see his eyes; can’t tell if Ace is angry or upset, even as his voice wavers. “I know you never would’ve but- Sabo, what do I do?”
“We’ll get him back,” Sabo promises, then quickly tacks on, “for you. He has to remember you, somewhere in his heart, right? Magic wouldn’t erase what he feels for you.”
“You said it was a love spell, Sabo,” Ace says, then laughs, brutal and short. “He’s in love with you.” His hands shake in Sabo’s grip. bare flickers where he tries to avoid leaving more marks on Sabo’s palm, and then he mumbles, “He’ll be happy with you-”
“He was happy with you!”  Sabo says as he bares his teeth, but Ace continues like he hasn’t even heard-
“And you’ll be happy with him.” 
When Ace looks up, Sabo’s heart skids to a painful stop in his chest, confronted by the bare, sharp edge of a challenge in Ace’s eyes. 
“You’re an idiot,” Sabo says, pressing Ace’s knuckles to his forehead and then to his lips and feeling Ace jolt in surprise. “I could never be happy if you weren’t happy. If you figured one thing out, how could you not figure out the other?”
Ace’s eyes go even wider, and his breath catches. “Wait-” he says, brow twisting into a frown, “wait, you-”
“For years, Ace. And I was happy when you were happy with Marco, and I want to see that again. I want you to be happy.” Sabo watches Ace’s eyes, searching for any indication that such a desire is returned, but Ace is still only staring at him, wide-eyed and confused. He sighs ruefully, lips softening into a smile, and says, “Let’s get your Prince Charming back, Ace.”
He makes to turn, but Ace’s hand tightens in his. Then, he slips his fingers through Sabo’s own, locking them together. “Only if you’ll still stay by my side when he returns.”
#opfanfic#maracebo#marcoacesabo#marcosaboace#technically it's more.........sabo/ace i guess#sorry!!!!!!#nari is writing#aussie's anons#ask aussie#this is based on the second cinderella movie actually#bc ahhh that movie was GREAT and we watched it the other day and oh my godddd love spells!!!!!!!!! love spells?!#love spells are angsty and amazing and wonderful and I love them#but weeeeeeee floof!!#aw man plot stuff i didn't get too bc my computer froze and deleted the original cries#outlook fam hired ace as a servant / kind of adopted him as sabo's brother#sabo helped ace w/ chores and let ace sneak into the sword fighting lessons that marco came to help him w/#outlook parents organised this to make mar/sab friends and get a political alliance out of it#ace also started doing work in a glass blowing forge#fascinated by the fire#he makes beautiful things and one day marco stops by asking for the creator of a figurine bc he wants a set made for his sibling#ace confesses that it's him and marco's smile lights up and he pleads with ace to make his figurines#they spend lots of time together bc ace is more confident of what marco wants when marco's around#and bc marco also likes the glassforge but isn't technically allowed to be there bc uhhh#plot reasons?#idk maybe likes jumping in flames but isn't Allowed to until hes. fucking. 21 or smth bc that is when his ~phoenix powers~ activate#sniggers quietly to self#but that's Totally how he burns off the spell#sab/ace shove him into a fire place#idk does this make sense? it's like 1am#I WROTE SO MUCH AND THEN IT ALL GO LOST SOBS PATHETICALLY
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ill-skillsgard · 3 years
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Blue and Yellow - Part 8 - Axel Cluney
Warning: 18+ sex/mature themes/strong language/medical themes/mentions of blood+injuries/hospitals/violence/drug and alcohol use **In this part: drug and alcohol use, violence, mentions of blood, violence/assault, mentions of alcoholism, smut**
Description: Saberrah Asta, Featherfall General’s newest nurse, finds herself entangled in the complicated life of an underground boxer with a slew of problems she can’t fix. Will Axel’s love knock out the voices telling her to run, or will their explosive romance fizzle as fast as it flourished?
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In the ruddy glow of the UV lights, eyes stuck on a woman twirling around a powdered pole. She started the show wearing a yellow underbust corset, a ruffled skirt and a matching bikini top. The music came on, and the corset flew off with it as she sidled up to the chrome pole and arched her back until her crown touched the floor. Sabi watched the sweat drip from a man's forehead onto the edge of the stage. The dancer rolled over the droplet, absorbing the perspiration, and continued bending her body into impressive shapes.
Not all eyes focused on the yellow-clad exotic dancer commanding the stage with her long legs, nine-inch stiletto boots and stiff, blond wig. Some eyes were on the girls swapping empty cups for full ones, some on the women grinding on laps, and one set scanned the floor for lost money. One of the first things Sabi noticed about the strip club—other than its low, dark, and claustrophobic ceiling and walls—was that the carpeting around the stage littered with dollar coins. They glinted under the disco lights and beckoned her pick them up. She'd asked Axel why there were so many toonies on the floor, and he told her it was because people weren't allowed to tip with coins, and since the lowest notes were shiny fivers, the dancers often came away with a day's worth of money in two songs' time if their patrons were generous.
Sabi collected the coins, stored them in the pockets of her scrubs and until she swapped them for gin and tonics.
Arty sat on the other side of a horseshoe-shaped table, gawking up at the dancers like a boy witnessing his first Christmas tree. Only between songs did he shut his mouth and make his way over to his cousin to ask, "did you see that? Did you see her? I think she likes me. Think I should buy a dance from her?"
Axel spread out his hand and waited for Sabi to take hold. When she did, Axel pulled her from her seat and asked for a cigarette since his pack had run out on the trip to Nikki's. They went outside and stood under a neon sign of a buxom woman riding a sausage in cowboy boots. The sign flashed, and the large-breasted rider's hat came off. Axel lit his cigarette first and swapped it with Sabi's dry one.
Sabi looked around the lot, then back at Axel, who leaned against the brick wall, blowing smoke rings into the night air under the deep red glow. The weed had worn off during the ride up and left a residual sleepiness Sabi continued to chase off by flexing her toes and noticing how plain she looked, still dressed in her hospital scrubs.
"So, why do you guys call it Sticky Nikki's?" Sabi asked.
Axel's mouth tilted to one side, smiling as he exhaled. "Most people say it's because the dancers here don't shower, but it's really because of the bathrooms."
Sabi's full bladder clenched. "What about them?"
"Every surface of the bathrooms besides the toilet seats are covered with oil."
She contorted her top lip in disgust. "Um, why?"
"So people don't do coke in there."
"I don't understand."
"You can't bust lines on a greasy surface. The coke will stick and clump up. They've been raided before, so I guess they took that route. Now people just do coke in the VIP booths or in their cars."
"Wow, that's very... Innovative?"
A yellow Firebird chugged into a parking space across the lot, headlights closing before the engine cut. The vehicle caught Axel's attention, and he threw his half-smoked cigarette on the ground to stamp it out.
"Come on. Let's get back inside—"
"AXEL?"
"Oh, fuck."
"Axel! Hellooo!"
The driver stepped out of the Firebird onto the asphalt in strappy silver heels coiling up her naked shins and thighs. Her matching dress ended at her hips, revealing a small triangle of silver between her legs as she walked and urged the dress down. The unforgiving material slid back up as she trotted toward Axel and Sabi, bangles, necklace and dangling earrings jingling as she went. The woman wore a bright pink, faux fur bolero around her shoulders with her silvery hair piled high on her head. Sabi noticed large, pierced nipples straining through the Mylar dish towel of a dress and an illegible tattoo seated between her breasts.
"Oh, Bluebear! C'mere handsome! Give me a hug right now!" The thin, knobby woman threw her torso at Axel, knocking him into the brick wall. He returned a brief hug and dropped his arms, but the woman clung to him and kissed his cheek. She clutched his face and peppered his jawline with kisses. "Oh my God, I can't believe you're here! Did you come just to see me?"
Axel chuckled nervously and pushed her off with two hands on her fur-lined shoulders. The woman ignored Sabi and continued trying to land kisses on Axel's face and hands.
"Marley, calm down, Jesus," Axel said.
"I'm sorry, I just can't believe you're here. I've been thinking about you. You never call?"
"Busy. Always busy."
"Apparently not too busy to be here."
Axel nodded to his left, where Sabi stood, stunned. "You can thank her and Arty for dragging me out."
Marley gave Sabi a quick glance, then turned her attention on Axel with a broad smile full of crooked teeth. "Are you gonna watch me dance tonight?"
"No, Marley. That's weird."
"Oh, come on, Bluey! We're not related anymore since Greg and Juney divorced," she giggled. "I'm fair game."
Sabi fluttered her lashes and scoffed. "Excuse me, Marley, is it?"
"Yeah?"
"Take your fucking hands off my boyfriend."
Marley stepped back, one heel wobbling on a loose stone. Axel pressed himself flat to the wall. The vicious edge of Sabi's voice cut through the din of music filtering from the inside, leaving the three of them in strained silence. Sabi took one last puff of her cigarette and flicked it at the dancer's feet. Her last few drinks curdled her blood and pumped her chest full of adrenaline.
"Damn, you're a feisty one," said Marley with a scoff. "Axe, are you just gonna let her talk to me like that?"
Axel nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. You should go inside, Marley... Before you catch hands."
"And a cold," Sabi spat, ridiculing the woman's outfit with a furrowed brow and blazing eyes.
"Wow, that's fucking rude. Can't believe you, Blue."
The front door swung open, and Arty came stumbling out with another couple of friends who'd driven up to the strip club with them. In his drunken haze, Arty missed the tension and gasped at Marley.
"Mar-Mar!" He approached her with his thick arms akimbo. Marley ducked away from the large man's embrace. "What's the matter?"
"Blue's girlfriend is the matter."
Sabi clenched her fists as the cousins murmured in surround sound. Axel caught Sabi's arm and tugged her back into the club as she twisted her neck, eyes sweltering on the blond woman. Once inside and clear of the entrance, Axel spun her to face him.
"Easy, Saberrah. Easy. Deep breath."
Instead of inhaling, Sabi launched herself at his chest, poking his sternum with a stiff finger. "I'll gouge that bitch's eyes out, Axel. I promise you!"
"No, no, no," he shook his head. "Don't. I know you're pissed, but you can't let her get to you. That's just Marley for ya. She's a dumbass."
"She's gonna be a dead dumbass!"
Axel smothered Sabi in his arms, brushed his fingers through her hair and shushed her until she stopped struggling. "Don't fucking start a fight at Sticky Nikki's, babe. You don't want to be that person."
The multi-coloured lights shifted along the walls and floor, illuminating the couple as Axel held Sabi's head in place between his hands. He ducked to kiss her in hopes some affection might disperse her anger, but it only fanned the flame.
"Who the fuck does she think she is walking up and practically making out with you? Like what the fuck is that, Axel? Have you fucked her before? Why did she do that?"
"What the fuck, Sabi? Of course, I haven't fucked my fucking cousin."
"She sure acts like there's a fucking chance!"
The bouncer at the door caught wind of the heated exchange unfolding between the bar and the tables. He snapped his thick fingers at Axel.
"Take it outside, man!"
Axel nodded, gave a courteous wave to the bouncer, and guided Sabi to a darker corner. "Babe, come on. It's done."
"No, this was a mistake. I shouldn't have let you get me drunk. We're broken up. I shouldn't even be here with you. Look what I'm wearing, Axel. This is fucking ridiculous."
Desperate terror broke Axel's composure, and he gathered her in his arms, clamping her shoulders. "Don't fucking say that. We're not broken up. Please, Sabi, don't do this to me again. I thought we were cool?"
"No, we're not fucking cool! You're a goddamn liar, and your stupid family are a bunch of fucking lunatics!"
"I know they are, I know, but please, God, just don't fucking do this, Sab. We're together. I'm here. I won't ever lie to you again, I swear on my mother's life. Can we please just forget about this and go home? Let's go home, babe."
"Why are you like this?" Sabi moaned. Her head spun, senses awash in cheap beer and liquor, anxiety mounting. She begrudged her furious outburst, but it wouldn't subside no matter how loud her inner reason screamed out to stop. "Why did I ever get involved with you?"
"Sabi, Sabi, please," Axel's tone flattened into a serious line. Sobered and despairing, Axel bent at the knees to meet her eyes, hands squeezing her arms. "Baby, I love you. I love you. Don't talk like that. Jesus, I've never loved anyone in my fucking life the way I love you. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, but please, don't do this to me again. You're just drunk, babe. Come on, we'll go home and sleep it off."
A bubble burst in Sabi's throat, and she whimpered. Close to tears, she buried her face in his chest and threw her arms around him. Axel melted into the embrace. He squeezed his eyes shut and hugged her in the UV light, white tank top glowing pale blue.
Sabi mumbled incoherently until Axel pulled away and asked what she said. She sniffled and wiped her nose, muttering, "I love you, too. I love you so much, and I hate it."
The bouncer kept eyes on the arguing couple until yelling from outside the club took priority. As the stage lights dimmed and the flaring shower of red and blue sprayed the stage, Axel took Sabi's hand and led her to a row of curtained booths. He pushed her through a heavy flap into a cubicle with a C-shaped couch and a small television on a shelf displaying a feed of the stage. To the right, on a small ledge, was an empty cup containing a few torn condom wrappers. Potlights behind the red leather sofa soaked the space and reflected off the mirrors on the ceiling and floor. Sabi chuffed as Axel pulled her close and kissed her.
"This place is disgusting, Axel."
"I fucking told you! But you wanted to come. We could have gone home and cuddled and went to bed, but you wanted to go out."
"I haven't partied in a long time. Thought it would be nice to do something fun."
"Strip clubs aren't my idea of fun," Axel said.
"What? You don't like tits in your face? Looks like the last ones in here had a great time," Sabi indicated the square foil packets in the plastic cup.
Axel sat on the lumpy cushions and pulled Sabi onto his lap. "The only tits I want in my face are yours."
"But mine aren't huge like theirs."
"You mean they're not pumped full of silicone? Oh, no," Axel rolled his eyes.
"Did you mean that?" Sabi sniffled. "Do you really love me?"
Axel stared up at her with his arms around her waist, eyes blasted open and shining as his bottom lip wobbled. "Sab... I've never loved anyone. Up until we met, I didn't think it was possible. I thought maybe I was fucked up and emotionally damaged. Maybe I saw my parents hate each other so hard, it ruined any chance of me wanting a relationship. And I'm sorry my family is so fucked up. I'm trying hard not to be like them. I've always wanted to do better, and then I met you, and everything changed. I love you."
Thunder rolled through Sabi's skull. The alcohol fuzz and adrenaline receded, exposing an agitated sore through the air of Axel's confession. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. Axel returned the motion with a tilt of his head and two roaming hands. He hoped he was in the clear, that Sabi wouldn't turn around and chastise him or claim they weren't together. The unburdening of truth left his chest empty but warm. Axel had practiced his speech in several forms, never once thinking he'd deliver it to Sabi in the VIP booth of a strip club after she threatened to kill one of his cousins.
"Please, Axe, please... Don't lie to me ever again. I want you to tell me the truth about everything. You can't sit here and tell me you love me if you intend to lie again."
"I won't lie. I swear. You're everything to me, babe. Just stay with me. Don't say we're not together... I can't stand the sound of that."
"We are together," Sabi said, pressing her forehead to his. "We're together."
"Thank you," he whispered against her lips.
They stayed in the booth, kissing and holding each other while Aerosmith, Motley Crue and Whitesnake played over the PA system. Sequestered from their group, the couple talked shit about Axel's cousins and poked fun at themselves for indulging the white trash rhapsody they so often condemned. Sabi fought off her sleepiness by teasing Axel until he couldn't stand her grinding and whispers. Still, her intoxication erased all bashfulness, and she climbed off his lap to dance for him when Cherry Pie by Warrant blasted over the sound system.
"Oh, nurse, are you gonna make me feel better?" Axel asked.
"My routine is all method. Nurse by day, slut by night," Sabi giggled.
"I like that. You should get up on that stage and shake that sweet booty. Show those girls what it's all about."
Sabi whirled around, cheeks prickling red. "No way. I'm not dancing in front of those gross old dudes and your cousins."
Axel chuckled until he sighed. "Speaking of my stupid-ass cousins... We should probably find them. I'm about ready to split from this festering anal scab. What do you think?"
"It would be nice to get out of these scrubs. I feel like a total nerd."
"You wear it well, babe. Real well."
The two left the booth, skirted the tables and found Arty engaged in conversation with Jack, another one of their cousins, at the opposite corner of the club. For once, Arty wasn't gawping at the dancers but motoring through an explanation until he caught sight of Axel and Sabi. He slammed his fist on the table, startling Jack and sloshing beer over the plastic cups.
"There you fucking are! Christ, I was looking all over for you! Thought you left until I saw the Monte still in the lot. Where the fuck have you been?"
"We were just talking."
"Marley's pissed. Said she's gonna have the guys throw you both out."
Axel jeered. "Yeah, whatever. Marley's a fucking cunt, and we're about ready to take off anyway."
"Hey, I got a little something, Axe. Wanna pitch on this gram?"
Sabi cocked her head until Arty flashed a small vial he'd been holding in his meaty palm. She looked to Axel, then back at Arty, who pumped his eyebrows. Jack, their younger, skinnier and quieter cousin, hid a grin behind a crudely tattooed fist. It clicked then that the two had already partaken, and the full effects motored through their mouths and tapping feet.
"Man, fuck that shit," Axel said.
Sabi's heart raced. She'd never seen cocaine before, and the thought of Axel snorting drugs filled her with an itchy sensation that wasn't as worrisome as she thought. Memories of overdose patients riddled her brain, drowned only by the glamour and taboo of the powder in Arty's hand. She pinched the inside of her cheek between her teeth and looked up at Axel, squeezing his hand.
"What? You wanna do some?" He asked in a lowered voice.
"I don't know," Sabi shrugged. "I've never tried it before."
"It's really not that great."
"Well..."
"Come on, Blue."
Axel let out a hiss of air. "You only want me to so I'll pitch on it."
"Nah, you don't have to. My treat," said Arty. "You don't owe me for the 'dro either. You guys said you wanted to party, so let's fucking party."
Inside the Monte Carlo, Arty and Jack took the backseats, and Sabi sat upfront while Axel dipped his house key into the vial. Arty and Jack had already tipped a pinch onto the backs of their hands and shot it up their nostrils with ease, roiling their noses around and sniffling as the substance absorbed. The key came out with a small white peak and soon disappeared up Axel's right nostril. He sat back, eyes wide as he sniffled and cleared his throat, blinking wildly until he smiled and looked back at his cousins.
"Jesus."
"Right? It's good blow. None of that fenny bullshit. Don't worry, we already tested it."
Jack tapped the fanny pack around his waist. "Naloxone, just in case. Playin' it smart after Tracy."
Arty sighed, "rest in peace."
Sabi's palms and feet moistened as Axel dipped the key in the vial again and came up with a much smaller amount of powder. He twisted in the seat and handed the vial to Arty. "Ready?"
"Um... I don't really know what to do," said Sabi.
"Here," Axel pressed her left nostril shut with the tip of his middle finger. "When I say so, inhale like you're trying to hawk a loogie."
Sabi made a look of disgust until Axel brought the edge of the key to her nose.
"Okay, go."
Powder shot into her nasal cavity, coating the walls and setting off her salivary glands. After a few seconds, she felt her nose dripping and sucked the fluid back until her throat went numb. She hauled the mucus into her mouth and swallowed, then ran her tongue over her teeth and gums, feeling nothing.
"Did I do it right?" She asked as her eyelids drew back, and the lethargy gave way to an intense rush of energy.
Axel and his cousins tittered. "Yeah, babe. You did it right."
"Am I supposed to feel like my head is numb?"
"Yes, ma'am," said Jack. "Funny feeling at first, but you'll get used to that. It goes away pretty soon."
Axel shook his head. "Nah, there's nothing to get used to. This is a one-time thing. Just for shits and giggles, okay?"
"Okay," said Sabi as Axel grabbed her hand and squeezed.
In minutes, Sabi's top row of teeth pressed down. Her heart thumped in her chest like a spastic drum, and a sudden urge to kiss Axel overcame her. She leaned forward and crushed her mouth to his, only pulling back when a worried grunt left Arty's throat.
Ahead of the car, a muscular man wearing a braided mohawk stomped out of the club with Marley in tow. The blond pointed directly at the Monte Carlo as another pair of men followed out the door. The one with the mohawk clenched his fists and stomped toward the car, snarling viciously. He rose the hammer of his fist and brought it down in the hood of Axel's prized ride.
"I don't fucking think so," Axel said. "Arty, Jack!"
Arty opened the door and was halfway on the pavement when Axel shot out.
"Yo, what the fuck, man?" Axel yelled.
"You piece of shit! Get the fuck out of here, you pussy bitch!" Marley screeched. "And take your ugly slob of a girlfriend with you!"
Sabi choked on her battering pulse as Axel widened his stance, opening his arms in invitation. Axel chuckled at his assailant, which only toughened the menace on his face.
Axel taunted him. "Come on, cocksucker. I dare you to take your shot. I'll give you one good one, then I'll fuck your shit up so bad your crackhead mom won't recognize you,"
"Get him, Brian!"
"You're making a big fucking mistake. That's the Cobra, ya fuckin' idiot. He's a pro boxer! Like, you're gonna die, dude!" Arty laughed.
"Fuck off, Arty!" Marley stepped up to her cousin but met a wall.
"Why don't you go back inside and suck some meth-head cock for rent? Ya fuckin' slut."
The people gathering around reminded Sabi of Axel's illegal basement fight. Their taunting and jeers sounded just like the rousing of the crowd. Axel bounced on his toes, beckoning the guy with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. "Come on. Hit me, pussy. I want you to!"
Arty wrestled with Marley until the man took a swing at Axel's face. The boxer dodged the punch and reciprocated as fast as a jolt of lightning, throwing a hook that sent him stumbling backward. A stream of blood burst from his nose. With his fists up, Axel cackled and shifted back and forth, throwing jabs to the air.
"Aw, fuck yeah! Come on, pussy! Let's see if you can land one on me!" He stood still and tapped his cheek. "Right here, motherfucker."
"Fuck him up, Blue!"
Sabi had enough. Her limbs tingled while she got out of the car and took a running start at Marley, who was yelling for her protector to hit Axel. She wound her arm, closed her eyes and thrust forth in a blind fury. When she opened her eyes, Marley had toppled onto her ass, screaming and clutching her face. Her accomplices froze, and the lot went quiet for a breath. Then the doors flew open, and 3 security guards ran out. Sabi scrambled back into the car, chugging air and shaking. She stared at her quaking hands and saw blood on her knuckles. By the time the security made it to the vehicle, Axel had jumped in and locked the doors.
"Holy shit, babe. Holy shit!"
The bouncer who had yelled at them earlier to take their arguing elsewhere banged on Axel's window.
"Out of the car, motherfucker!"
Axel threw up his hands in a shrug. "No can do, muchacho!"
He turned on the engine, throwing light over the group. One guard smacked the hood while the others gathered around Marley to help her stand.
"Oh, Jesus, Axe. What if I broke her nose?"
"I hope you did. Now, let's get the fuck outta here."
Axel revved the engine, threatening to pull forward despite the human barricade in front of the car. He laid on the horn, deafening the yelling into inaudible chaos, then revved again. Pulling forth an inch, the guards and screaming members of the Cluney family dispersed, and once the way was clear, Axel peeled out of the parking lot and sped onto the road toward the city.
 The couple hollered and laughed, speeding down the country line. On the crest of a hill, Axel spotted flashing lights in the distance. He slowed the car and held his breath while Sabi squeezed his thigh. He pulled to the shoulder and waited for the police cruiser to pass. Axel watched in the rearview, then twisted around until the lights disappeared. They both let out heavy sighs of relief.
"Christ Almighty... That was fucking insane."
Sabi held up her quivering hands. "I... I can't believe I did that. Axel, I punched your cousin in the face!"
"You punched through her face. Through it. Fuck! I've never seen a girl rock someone that goddamn hard in my life. It was like... All slow motion for a second. Everyone just stopped."
"Oh my God... Am I gonna go to jail?"
Axel tossed his head back with laughter, clapping Sabi's thigh. "No, babe. You're not going to jail."
"What about your cousins? What if they tell the cops I assaulted her?"
"They got no proof. Well, except the epic shiner Marley's gonna have. But it's Sticky's. Nobody cares if some stripper gets popped in the mug. Happens all the time. It's par for the course, baby. Don't worry."
"Fuck, I think I get why you fight now. I feel so gangster."
"That was so hot, Sab. Not gonna lie. I'm totally switched on."
"Me too."
"I'm not kidding. Look," Axel nodded at his erection pressing against his jeans.
The Monte Carlo slowed over a rocky strip, chucking pebbles and dirt into the stream of the headlights. Axel eased the machine to a stop beside a line of pine trees, hidden from the road going South but exposed to the North. He didn't care. Not when Sabi had her hand buried in his pants, toying with his cock. A moment after he cut the engine, Axel whipped off his seatbelt and chased Sabi to the backseat where the stick shift didn't obscure their reach for each other. Once comfortably splayed on the seat, she tore open his jeans while he lifted his hips. His chucks were another roadblock easily vanquished in their haste to undress. Axel kept his tank top on, lifted Sabi's over her breasts, and pulled down her bra to suck her nipples into his mouth.
"Axe, don't come inside me."
"I won't, baby."
He slipped inside of her, senses heightened by the drugs and adrenaline still raging through his veins. The sensation of her wetness wringing true around his length made him shiver and burn.
"Fucking you without a condom is so much better. Christ, I don't believe what I've been missing."
Axel propped her on his groin, one foot behind either seat as he sank low enough to thrust without bumping her head on the roof of the car. A moan burst from his mouth. He rested his palms on her hips and let his eyes roll from the pleasure of the slick sounds, the wetness coating his length, her dew clinging to his pubic hair.
"Love it when you ride me. God, you have no idea how good that feels, baby."
Despite his claims, Axel lifted Sabi and placed her on her back so he could deliver several harsh thrusts. The cocaine seated his teeth together, imbued him with enough stamina to rock until the car joined in with the momentum. Desensitized, Axel continued the motion, hovering inches above her, pressing kisses to her lips and cheeks.
"Do you love me?"
Sabi stared at the man above her, plunging into her, squeezing her breasts and burying his face between them. Some gelled pieces of his hair fell out of place until she smoothed her palm over his crown.
"Yes... I love you, Axel."
"You sure?" He grunted.
"I'm positive."
"Even though I'm trash? Even though you're better than me?"
"I'm not better than you. What are you saying?"
"Yes, you are. You're perfect. I never wanna lose you. Please, don't say you love me unless you really mean it. Unless you can't live without me."
"I don't want to be without you."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Promise you'll love me no matter what."
Sabi giggled as though Axel made a joke. He stopped thrusting, laid his head on her chest and took a deep breath of her sweat and perfume. "I'm for real, Sabberah. Don't leave me again."
"I won't," she said in a small voice. "I love you, Axe. Why do you think I'm here?"
"'Cause, we're drunk and on drugs. I'm afraid you'll wake up sober tomorrow and realize you made a mistake."
Sabi propped her upper body on her elbows and clicked her tongue. "Don't give me a reason to feel like I made a mistake then."
"I won't. I won't, baby, I promise."
"Okay. Good. Now shut up and fuck me hard, you bad, bad man."
~*~
The sky was a gradient of royal blue and violet, crisping along the edge of the horizon when the couple untangled and drove into town. Rundown and exhausted from the night's events, they agreed on a local eatery called Ronnie's Poutine Palace for a needed meal. They wandered into the tiny restaurant and avoided the old man staring at them from the corner behind a newspaper. Sabi felt the grease clinging to her scalp, the sleep pulling her eyes, and the vapour from the grills only made it worse.
The restaurant seemed built into a wide hallway with only a few tables and a flaking mural of a chef caricature holding a dripping plate of fries and gravy. Underneath the cartoon chef, the wall advertised forty different kinds of poutine ranging from classic to mixtures that made Sabi's stomach gurgle unpleasantly. They served all-day breakfast and homemade Pogos and pastries. That morning, the pastry case was bereft of any of the advertised eclairs and cupcakes.
A young, gap-toothed girl came to take their order. Axel requested two coffees, a breakfast poutine and then turned to Sabi with shaded eyes. "What do you want, babe?"
"I'll have the French toast," Sabi said.
"Would you like any powdered sugar or strawberries? They're fresh. Just picked them from Cate's Farm yesterday."
Sabi nodded. "Sold. Uh, hold the sugar, though. Just berries. And maple syrup, please, if you have it."
"Of course."
Axel pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and instructed the girl to keep the change, then added a few dollars to the tip jar. Sabi rooted around in her pockets and found a sticky toonie to add.
"That's nice of you," Sabi commented.
"This place has cured some major hangovers in my day. I owe them my life."
The girl at the counter nodded. "We're open twenty-four hours and deliver all night. This city runs on our poutine."
Axel smiled, wheeling Sabi to a table near the front window.
They dug into their food when it arrived, Axel hacking the fried egg in half, so the yolk spilled over a pile of the greasiest fries Sabi had ever seen. She grimaced as he poked half a breakfast link in his mouth.
"Why not just have breakfast? Why taint perfectly good poutine?" Sabi asked.
"Because you don't just go to Ronnie's and not get poutine. Look at the size of this thing, and for eight bucks? Come on. You can't beat that."
Sabi prodded a heart-shaped strawberry with the tines of her fork and swirled it in a ramekin of syrup before eating it. Axel pointed at the stack of fried bread.
"Now that's gross. I don't know how you can stomach sugar right now. I'd barf."
"French toast is the tits. Don't hate."
"Yeah, but strawberries in syrup? You're weird, kid."
"You're weird. That yolk is all mixed in with the gravy. And the cheese. It's like slime."
Axel made a purposeful slurping sound, grating her nerves. She scrunched her nose and turned away to chew a mouthful of toast without the imagery.
They sipped coffee and ate as much as their stomachs could handle. Sabi blew her nose into a napkin and paled at the white snot. She sniffed the dried, flaky remnants of coke clinging to her nose hairs and smothered a sneeze with the back of her hand. "God, I feel like ass."
"Well, you look great."
Sabi looked down at her wrinkled work uniform. "I've been wearing the same outfit for a full twenty-four hours. How can you even say that?"
"'Cause I love ya."
"Stop," she angled her face.
"What? I don't care what you're wearing, and neither does anyone else. You look cute. Little rough, but we had a long night, didn't we Muhammed Ali?"
"Don't remind me."
Axel put down his fork and wiped his face with a napkin. "Hey, listen. Speaking of that... I wanted to talk to you about... The boxing."
"I'm not becoming a professional boxer, Axel. I already told you."
"No, not that. I mean, I wanna talk about my situation."
"Oh," Sabi chirped.
Axel took in a monumental breath, laid his hands flat on the table and gazed into her eyes until he was sure he had her attention. "I want to be honest with you and say I have no intention of stopping right now. I have a few more fights—"
"Wait, Axel, before you say anything, I have something to tell you as well. That night when I broke up with you for lying to me... I was at the fight. I watched you beat that guy."
"What? You're serious?"
"Yeah. I went out to the corner store for snacks and passed the gym you said you work at, but it was closed. I thought maybe you lied and had gone somewhere else. Maybe to another girl's place or something."
"Sabi, no."
"That's just what I thought. I know you wouldn't cheat on me. Anyway, I went around back, and some guy asked if I wanted to come in for the fight. It all just clicked in at that point. So, I went down there."
"Christ," Axel pinched between his eyebrows. "I don't want you around those maniacs."
Sabi pulled her phone from her pocket and scrolled through a few pictures until she found the flyer she'd found on the street with Axel's face on it. She held up the screen for him to see.
"What about this? This looks legitimate. You said you don't fight professionally anymore, but why not? You could be something if you tried."
Axel shook his head. "That was a while back."
"So, what? You can do what you love, Axel. Nothing's stopping you."
"Plenty is stopping me, Sab."
"Like what?"
"Like money."
"What do you mean?"
Axel pointed at her phone, grimacing. "See, that fight earned me three-hundred bucks. Do you know how much that fight at Vince's got me?"
"No."
"Three thousand."
"Oh."
"Yeah, and that was on the lower end of the scale. Three thousand for three minutes in the ring."
"But what good is that money if you get busted?"
Axel snickered and stuck out his hand for her to take. "Babe... There's a lot about Featherfall you don't know yet. We don't get busted. Half those bets were cops, lawyers, and shit. Bikers."
"Doctors?" Asked Sabi.
"That's another thing,” Axel said. “Farber... You obviously know him from work."
"I do."
"I don't want you tangled in that life, and Farber won't want one of his subordinates knowing his business."
"Little too late for that," Sabi muttered.
"I'm serious, Sab. Some of those guys are real dangerous."
Sabi leered. "Rufus Farber?"
"Maybe not him on his own, but you don't know the types he runs with."
"Well, I know you, don't I? Are you one of the dangerous types?"
"I'm the type that has debts to pay and doesn't want his girlfriend getting involved in the mess."
"What debts?"
"I don't know, just debts."
Sabi sat back in the booth and crossed her arms. "Thought we were being honest with each other?"
"Look, I don't want to talk about it here," Axel gestured at the old man at the other side of the dining area staring at them. He leaned closer, and under his breath, said, "my mom owes some money. I'm trying to dig her out of the hole before she kicks the bucket."
"What kind of debt?"
"Sab..."
"Just tell me."
"The house. The bills. Shit, before I met you, the city shut her water off. She's so fucked, she can't work. My dad left money when he died for her to retire, and she drank and partied it away. So, now I'm cleaning up that mess."
Sabi went quiet for a while, and Axel picked up his fork and combed through the remaining fries for bits of bacon.
"I'm sorry your mom was an alcoholic."
"Is an alcoholic," Axel corrected. "She'll always be one."
"Babe... You're amazing. Helping your mom like that is a testament to how generous and kind you are. I just wish you could help her more legitimately."
"Nothing more legitimate than cash, Sab. That, and how much I love you and need you to stay out of this. Let me figure it out. I don't want you at any more fights."
"Well, I don't want you at them either."
"I have to. I'm locked in for another three matches."
"What if I help you? I make decent money. I can help with her bills."
"You help enough already. Keep your money. It's done, babe. I'm in it for a little while, then I'm out. Maybe I'll go legit after, and you can come watch me fight."
"I've seen it. You're fierce. I never knew you could move that quickly."
"They don't call me Cobra for nothing."
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I’d love to see more as Clarisse a a ballerina!
(some of these may be repeats) 
Her mother was a ballerina in Paris when she was born. Mars might like women like Emily Zhang, who fight in wars and stuff, but Ares just likes women who are hot. And her mom is hot. She’s also a beautiful dancer. 
She’s 30 when Clarisse is born, and they spend the first seven years of Clarisse’s life in Paris. When she’s three, her mom puts her in dance classes at the Paris Opera ballet school. She danced there until she was seven (which is when she and her mom moved back to the states.) It games of “two truths and a lie,” Clarisse’s truth is always “I trained at the Paris Opera Ballet school for four years,” and she wins every time. 
Although Clarisse doesn’t really like ballet as a kid, her mom keeps her in it, because it helps her stay active, it calms her down, and it’s good for her coordination. It ends up helping Clarisse a lot with sports, and, later, with fighting. 
When she gets to camp, she excels right away because of this training. She realizes that it does help her, but she doesn’t want people to know she does ballet, so she sneaks into the arena early every morning to practice. 
She has no interest in artistry or performing. Although she always does a barre and a center work out, she has never tried to learn a variation or go on pointe. 
She is also incredibly flexible because of all this training, which also helps her fighting, because she’s got a much better range of motion. 
Overall, she is always better than her brothers, even if they’re taller or physically stronger, because she’s got a better sense of balance, better control over her body, and a larger range of motion. 
She tells Chris, and he thinks it’s cool. He tries to do it with her a few mornings, but he’s not great at it and he likes to sleep. He tells her that, if she ever decides to do this at night instead, that he’s totally there. 
She also tells Silena, who tells her she should tell Drew, because Drew is also a dancer. 
When Clarisse does tell Drew, Drew thinks for a minute and then her head snaps up and she nearly yells: “Wait! Is your mom Madeline La Rue? She’s one of the best dancers of all time!” 
Clarisse introduces them and it’s the best moment of Drew’s life. 
They start practicing together, which helps Drew get into SAB, which she’s thrilled about. 
Clarisse is found out, though, when Travis and Katie try and sneak into the arena one morning to make out before breakfast. 
Travis: “I’ve got to tell everyone!”
Clarisse: “You tell them, and I’ll kill you.” 
Travis risks it though, hoping that Chris keeps him alive. 
Sherman: “Ballet? Ballet?!” 
Clarisse: “Why do you think I’m so much better at everything than you? Ballet.” 
She decides to take pride in it. When her brothers and some other camp people give her grief, she and Drew organize a ballet class for them all to take. Drew leads the class, and Clarisse goes around and corrects people’s form. 
By the end, everyone is dead. Then they have to stretch. 
When Clarisse slides easily into a split, she thinks Travis’s eyes are going to pop out of his head. 
Travis, to Chris: Did you know she could do that?
Chris: Of course I did. 
Travis: But, like, did you know she could before you started dating?
Chris: Please don’t make this weird, or I will let her kill you. 
 Chiron is impressed by all of this and adds ballet to the camp activities. Clarisse, Drew, Pollux, and Lacy alternate teaching barre and center classes. 
Clarisse is also just generally a good dancer. 
Later on, in college, she was at a gay bar watching Pollux perform in a drag show. She was only 20, so Chris had been buying her drinks so she didn’t get carded. At one point, a bunch of the queens pulled people on stage for a dance competition, and Pollux pulled her up. 
She won the contest, but had to haul ass out of the bar, because if she had gone to the bar to get her free drink, they would have figured out that she was under age.
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bareillykibarfis · 4 years
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[ GUYS!! Thank you so much for 200 followers!! So, as a gift to you guys, I present to you a Karman fic!! It is based on this post by @legendarilymessedup. Thank you for giving me inspiration to write something!! Hope this reaches your expectations!! ]
You can also read it on ao3: here.
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Kartik makes sure the flag is correctly set around his neck.
He isn’t nervous. He probably should be, considering what he’s gonna do, but there’s this rush of adrenaline in him, and he feels invincible.
He is so thankful Rajni convinced him to do this. This was his Amitabh Bachhan moment, and he’d be damned if he didn’t saviour every moment of it.
He takes a deep breath. With the microphone in his hand, he steps forward, so he is in everyone’s view.
“Bhaiyon aur Behenon” He does a dramatic turn, ready to give a speech on homophobia, that was bound to leave them speechless. (He’d prepared for it the entire time they’d taken to reach here, and he was proud of it.)
As he turns around, the first thing he sees is all the family gathered in front of the tree, looking at him. He has an audience, exactly what he wan-
And then he sees it. Aman. No, not Aman. A framed photo of him. And the garland of flowers around it.
His heart drops. He looks at the scene below him, frozen. There’s the pundit, and there’s the entire family… except for Aman.
“Chalaa ja yaar.�� Aman had said. But, Kartik hadn’t listened. He’d been selfish, he’d stayed. And now…
“A-Aman..”, he whispers. His eyes fill with tears, his throat tightens, and there’s this ache in his chest. Everything hurts.
Aman. Aman. Aman. Where have you gone? It’s unbearable how he feels. He’s crying and crying, and his heart feels so heavy. He drops down on his knees.
“Arey khana to khaale yaar”, Aman always pestered them before they went out for their job.
“Bas kaar na!!”, Aman had laughed that day, when they were both in their bed, and Kartik wouldn’t stop throwing the pillows at him.
“Kya baan raha hai?”, Kartik always asked, himself not helping Aman at all, letting him do all the work in the kitchen. Whatever was the answer, the food was always god-tier. “The secret ingredient is love.”, Aman would always say when asked how he cooked so good.
Who would take care of when and what he ate? Who would love him? Who would he have pillow fights with now?? Who would he call family now??
Kartik’s cries have turned into screams, and they’re horrifying, pain-filled screams. His cheeks are damp with all the tears, and yet they never seem to cease.
How will he ever live with this? It’s all his fault. All of this. He should never have insisted they come here, he should never have kissed him on the train, he should never have stayed. Aman was.. dead.. and it was because of him.
-
Down at the courtyard, the entire Tripathi family is looking at Kartik with a baffled look on their faces.
Champa is the first to realize what’s going on. She looks at Kartik, who is on his knees, and then at the base of the tree, where there’s Aman’s photo, with the flower garland around it, and suddenly it's all clear. Her heart drops for a second.
Kartik is shouting now, and there’s agony written all over his face. Champa decides she has to do something. Something before...
She shakes her head, removing any negative thoughts, and starts going towards the roof. Shankar and Chaman Tripathi, both clueless, watch as she goes past them. “Kaha ja rahi ho?”, there’s an edge to Shankar’s voice, but Champa ignores him. She starts ascending the stairs.
-
Rajni enters the gate. At the sound of the door opening, both men look towards it. Seeing Rajni enter, Chaman’s face immediately lights up with a smile.
“Rajni!! Beta tu aa gai?” he asks. But Rajni pays no heed to his question, she’s looking at Kartik, who is shouting. She’s confused. This wasn’t what they’d plann-
She looks at the courtyard and sees Aman’s photo. And the garland around it. She immediately brings up both her hands to cover her hands, her whole body numbing.
Aman wouldn’t… he couldn’t have.. Shankar and Chaman follow her gaze, and they both finally realize what is going on.
“Nahi.. Beti nahi. Esa kuch nahi hai..”, Chaman starts moving towards his daughter.
“Aghe maat aana aap.” she says, her voice breaking. “Khush hoge na aap log? Ho gayi na aapko tassalli? Tut gayi na Kartik aur Aman ki jodi!!!” She is crying now.
-
Champa reaches the roof. Kartik has stopped screaming and now looks more broken than ever. He’s whispering, “Aman. Aman. Aman.”, like it’s a prayer that will bring him back to life.
“Kartik.” she says. He doesn’t seem to hear her.
She reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder. He flinches and turns up to look at who it is.
The look on Kartik’s face breaks Champa’s heart. His eyes are red and swollen, his cheeks are wet with all the tears, he looks heartbroken.
“Kartik. Kuch nahi huwa hai. Sab thik hai.” But he ignores her, and goes back to staring at the floor, whispering the same word, tears falling from his cheek to the ground.
Before she can explain any further, she hears Rajni shout.
-
When Sunaina and Aman get out of the room, Champa is trying to console Kartik, Rajni is crying while Shankar and Chaman are trying to explain to her that everything is fine. “
"Arey, yaha kya ho raha hai??” Sunaina asks. At the sound of her voice, Rajni turns to look towards her.
She sees Aman.
“Aman?” her voice is filled with disbelief. She runs towards him, and hugs him tightly. Aman is confused, but hugs her back. He feels her teardrops on his shoulders. He breaks the his, looks at her and asks, “Kya huwa? Sab thik toh hai?”
As she looks at Aman, she’s reminded of Kartik.
Oh God. Kartik.
“KARTIK!!” she shouts, turning towards the roof.
Champa looks towards them. Rajni points to Kartik, so as to ask her to make him turn around.
-
Kartik feels his entire world crumbling. He feels numb. He has nothing left to live for. His heart is still aching, and he feels so powerless.
“Beta. Dekho toh sahi.” Champa chachi is saying, but he ignores her.
“KARTIK!! KARTIK!!” Rajni’s voice reaches his ears. He turns his head to look towards the direction of the voice.
His vision is blurry from all the tears. But he sees that Rajni is pointing towards someone… Aman?
He wipes his eyes to make sure he isn’t hallucinating. He really hopes he isn’t. He can’t afford to have his heart broken again.
He looks again. Aman. Is. Still. There. Aman. He’s alive.
The feeling he feels in his heart is unreal. This, he realizes, is true happiness. He slowly stands up, his legs shaking. Champa holds his arm, giving him support. He shakily comes down the stairs, looking at Aman the entire time, not blinking even once, afraid he’ll disappear.
Aman has a tired look on his face. He’s wearing glasses, and a shirt which Kartik knows wasn’t Aman’s choice. He looks fed up, like he’s gonna let the world win. Like, he’s ready to give up.
“Aman.” he says just this one word.
“Woh ab Aman nahi hai. Hum usko naya naam de rahe hai. Mar gaya hai Aman.” Shankar Tripathi says, in an icy voice.
Kartik feels anger boiling within him. “Aur kitna karoge aap??” he snas. He points towards Aman. “Dekha hai aapne bete ho?? Halat kya ho gaayi hai?? Khush lag raha hai kya vo?? Kya paaoge ye kar kar??”
“Hum jo bhi kar rahe hai, soch samaj ke kar rahe hai. Tum bich me na aao, warna bhari padega tum pe.” Shankar says, glaring at his own son.
“Arey yaha par ho kya raha hai?? Kya kar rage ho aap log??” Kartik says, exasperated, laying his hands in front of him. “Bete ki aadhi zindagi nahi kati hai aur aap log antim sanskaar karne chale??”
“Hah. Hum Aman ki antim sanskaar kar rahe the. Uska naya janam hone wala tha. Ab yaha se chale jao, warna Aman ke saath tumhara bhi karna na pade.” Shankar Tripathi says, his voice curt and blunt, but mostly angry.
“Yaar..” Kartik puts a hand on his forehead, exasperated. “Laga tha aap log to samjhoge.” he turns around and starts walking away.
Kartik. Is. Walking. Away.
Aman feels helpless. He feels like he should do something, anything. He even opens his mouth to say something, but his mother digs her nails in his arm, so as to say, “No”. He looks at her. She isn’t looking at him, she’s looking at his father, who is glaring at him. He closes his mouth.
What is he to do now? Have they lost this battle?? His heart is breaking. Will they ever see each other again? Where is Kartik?? Is he leaving already, without a single goodbye?
“Chalo suru karte hain.” Shankar Tripathi says in a smug, satisfied voice.
They’re all just going to go to the mandap, when Rajni laughs. “Tauji, aapka problem yaha nahi waha hai.” She points towards the roof.
Aman looks. And there’s his boyfriend. Kartik. Shirtless. The pride flag around his neck. (How had missed all these details before??). A microphone in his hand.
“Bhaiyon aur behenon.” he starts, and Aman feels his heart clench with happiness.
The speech he gives is just iconic. And the look on Shankar Tripathi’s face is quite the sight to see. When Kartik shouts, “Homophobia!!! Homophobia!!! Homophobia!!”, each time doing a different pose, Aman feels his face break into a huge smile. He is so so so proud of Kartik.
Aman’s happiness spell is broken when he hears his father say in a voice filled with anger, “Beta.. Tu wahi ruk.”. Shankar Tripathi then proceeds to go inside the house.
Aman now, free from his father’s angry glared, runs up the stairs to the roof. As soon as Kartik sees him, he practically engulfs him with a hug.
“Tu thik hai.” Kartik says, and Aman feels teardrops on his shoulder.
“Main thik hi to hoon. Mujhe kya hona tha??” he is confused. “Arey, tu ro kyun raha hai?”
Kartik breaks the hug, and Aman sees his eyes are red.
“Yaar.. Tu.. Tu.. Tu maar gaya socha tha maine.” Kartik is crying again.
“Par… kyun..” Aman’s voice trails off as he turns his head towards the courtyard, where he sees the sight below him.
“Oh God.. Kartik” Aman turns towards his boyfriend, whose face is red from all the crying. He cups his face. “I’m alright. I’m right here, okay?” He wipes the tears. “Ab isse pehele ki papa aa jaye, nikalja yaha se.”
Kartik wipes his eyes. “Arey mein kaha jaunga? Kyun kahi jaunga? Aaj to ye solve karke rahunga.”
“Nahi yaar papa tujh ko-” Aman begins, but Kartik cuts him off.
“Bas papa ko shoot karne se rokle. Mere last wishes ke list hai yaar. Sun-” Before Kartik can finish, he sees Shankar Tripathi coming out of the house, holding something in his hand.
IS THAT A GUN??!! Please don’t let it be a gun, I’m not ready to die. God, no, you know I have so much left to do. Please don’t let him kill me.
Aman is pulled back by Champa chachi. Kartik is left all alone.
Shankar Tripathi isn’t carrying a gun (Kartik is so thankful). Instead, he’s carrying a stick, a huge one at that. He has this look of revenge in his eyes... 
Suddenly Kartik is once again a helpless 9 year old, he’s back in his room at Punjab.
“Papa, nahi-”
His father hadn’t even let him complete his sentence. “Ladkon ke saath ghumta reheta hai? Haan??? Sharam nahi aati tujhe?” He’d been hit with the belt once, and then again, and then again. It’d hurt, and he’d cried, but his father had been ruthless, determined to beat the homosexuality out of him.
“Agar firse maine tujhe uss ladke, ya kisi bhi ladke ke saath paya na, toh tujhe kaat ke rakh dunga.” His father’s eyes had been red with anger, and he’s been so scared that day.
Shankar Tripathi’s eyes remind him of his father’s eyes. He gets an uneasy feeling on his stomach. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…
Before he can complete the thought, his eyes meet Aman’s. And he just knows. It’s either him or Aman. The latter one is obviously never going to be an option. So, he straightens his back. Yes, he’s gonna take this. For Aman. He has to. For love, for the-
The first blow lands on his back, and every single thought flies out of his mind. The pain is excruciating. Before he can compose himself, Shankar Tripathi hits him in his shoulders with another blow.
Kartik can hear Aman shouting something, but his ears are ringing and his body is hurting everywhere and he cannot make out a single word. He can hear Chaman chacha shout out, and he can hear the little gasps from Sunaina’s mouth. But he can’t fathom any of it, because Shankar Tripathi just won’t stop hitting him-
Kartik realizes he isn’t hitting him anymore. He freezes, waiting for the next blow. But it never comes. He slowly straightens his back. He looks towards Shankar Tripathi, who is standing with a pained look on his face, his hand on his back. The stick is on the ground now.
This is your chance, Kartik. You can leave if you want to.
He looks at Aman. The look on his face stops him. There’s a look of helplessness in his face, and it breaks Kartik to see him that way. He’s not gonna run away, because running away means leaving Aman alone, and he cannot have his lover’s heart broken.
So, he picks the stick from the ground, and gives it to Shankar Tripathi, who is too shocked to say a single word. Kartik looks at Aman, and nods.
The beating resumes. Kartik doesn’t even have the time to register his pain from one hit when Shankar Tripathi is on him with another.
He can feel himself getting weaker. He doesn’t know how long he can stand up.
Suddenly, he sees Aman. Coming towards him.
Aman. Aman. Aman. I love you so much.
Aman is coming towards him, and his arms are opening, preparing for a warm hug. But, Aman runs past him, up the stairs. He doesn’t even look back once. Kartik is dumbfounded.
-
His father is beating Kartik. And he’s helpless.
Aman is shouting, and trying to get to them, but Chaman is holding him back. He’s fighting, but he’s too weak. He has to do something. Anything.
Suddenly, he sees his father drop the stick; he’s too tired. He looks at Kartik, who looks just about ready to break.
Kartik. Chala ja. Yeh tera mauka hai.
Kartik even looks like he’s contemplating leaving the courtyard. But then, their eyes meet, and Aman knows. Kartik will never leave him alone.
He cannot let this go on anymore. He loves Kartik, so he really hopes he understands. He takes a deep breath.
He runs towards Kartik. Kartik looks so happy, his arms open. Aman ignores him, and runs straight upstairs towards his room. He doesn’t turn back becuase he knows what he will see will break his heart.
He enters the room, and locks the door. He now knows what he has to do.
-
Kartik stares at Aman’s room in shock. He just.. really went in like that??
For a moment, Kartik is baffled. But then, he realizes. He is trying to get all of this to stop. It only makes sense, Shankar wa-
Before he can complete his thought, Shankar Tripathi is back in his business. It’s even more unbearable now.
Just as Kartik feels like he’s gonna pass out, he hears the sound of the stick dropping, and Shankar Tripathi sighing in defeat. He looks up to see his tired face. He looks around and the entire Tripathi family looks shocked.
He spots a tap at the far side. He staggers towards it, and opens it. He then ducks under the tap so the water falls on his head.
The cold water jolts his body back to life. His steps still faltering, he stands up, facing towards the Tripathi family.
“My sexuality,” he points to himself. “is my sexuality. None of your sexuality.” Immediately after this, he feels his body give away, and he falls, losing consciousness.
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Deewangi lyrics 
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Aadataan Apniyan Ton
Je Baaj Na Aaya Tu
Dukh De De Mainu
Je Hor Sataya Tu
Naa Likh Ke Ve Tera
Sonh Rab Di Mar Jungi
Kinna Pyaar Tainu Kare Aa
Main Saabit Kar Jungi
Aadataan Apniyan Ton
Je Baaj Na Aaya Tu
Dukh De De Mainu
Je Hor Sataya Tu
Azma Ke Wekh Layin
Je Poori Na Utran
Jo Marzi Kar Laanvi
Vaadeyo Je Mukraan
Azma Ke Wekh Layin
Je Poori Na Utran
Jo Marzi Kar Laanvi
Vaadeyo Je Mukraan
Kinna Pyaar Tainu Kareya
Main Saabit Kar Dungi
Aadataan Apniyan Ton
Je Baaj Na Aaya Tu
Dukh De De Mainu
Je Hor Sataya Tu
Tainu Pagalpan Lagda
Ae Chahat Hai Meri
Hun Saanhaan Ton Vadh Ke
Mainu Lod Hai Ve Teri
Tainu Pagalpan Lagda
Ae Chahat Hai Meri
Hun Saanhaan Ton Vadh Ke
Mainu Lod Hai Ve Teri
Main Saari Duniya Agge
Hath Tera Fad Jungi
Aadataan Apniyan Ton
Je Baaj Na Aaya Tu
Dukh De De Mainu
Je Hor Sataya Tu
Ve Rab Kehnde Ne Jihnu
Tere Chon Takke Aa Ve
Natt’aa Pind Wale Aa Ve
Gall Sunn Le Jassae’aa Ve
Ve Rab Kehnde Ne Jihnu
Tere Chon Takke Aa Ve
Natt’aa Pind Wale Aa Ve
Gall Sunn Le Jassae’aa Ve
Tu Hi Taan Jitt Meri
Nai Sab Kujh Har Jungi
Aadataan Apniyan Ton
Je Baaj Na Aaya Tu
Dukh De De Mainu
Je Hor Sataya Tu
Deewangi lyrics in hindi (meaning translation)
आदता अपणी या तों उन्जे बाज़ न आया तू 
दुख दे दे मेनू जे होर सताया तू 
नाम लिखके वे तेरा सौ रब दी मर जउंगी 
किन्ना प्यार तेनु करेया मैं साबित कर दूँगी 
आदता अपणी या तों उन्जे बाज़ न आया तू 
दुख दे दे मेनू जे होर सताया तू 
अजमाके वेख लइ
 जे पूरी न उतरा 
जो मर्ज़ी कर ला वी 
वादे'यो जे मुकरा 
अजमाके वेख लइ 
जे पूरी न उतरा 
जो मर्ज़ी कर ला वी 
वादे'यो जे मुकरा 
किन्ना प्यार तेनु करेया 
मैं साबित कर दूँगी 
आदता अपणी या तों उन्जे बाज़ न आया तू 
दुख दे दे मेनू जे होर सताया तू 
तेनु पागलपन लगदा 
ए चाहत है मेरी 
हुण साहा तो बदके 
मैनु लोड हैं वे तेरी 
तेनु पागलपन लगदा 
ए चाहत है मेरी 
हुण साहा तो बदके 
मैनु लोड हैं वे तेरी 
मैं सारी दुनिया अग्गे 
हथ तेरा फड़ जउंगी 
आदता अपणी या तों उन्जे बाज़ न आया तू 
दुख दे दे मेनू जे होर सताया तू 
वे रब केन्दे ने जी नु 
तेरे'चो तकया वे 
नत्ता पिंड वालेया वे 
गळ सुण ले जसेया वे 
वे रब केन्दे ने जी नु 
तेरे'चो तकया वे 
नत्ता पिंड वालेया वे 
गळ सुण ले जसेया वे 
तू ही ता इज्जत मेरी 
नइ सब कुछ हर जऊंगी 
आदता अपणी या तों उन्जे बाज़ न आया तू 
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A car, two cops and a stardust — a RebelCaptain road trip fic
by @pingou7 pingou  for @thestarbirdfromtheashesStarbird
(aka the Road trip fic Diego Luna’s filmography made me write)
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Summary:
As the dusty roads criss under Kes Dameron’s old car, Cassian Andor lets the wind mess with his hair through the open window. Dust, sunshine, laughter, its easy to recapture the taste of days long gone.
(…)
At a gas station near Corpus Chirsti, when they climb back after taking a piss, both jump out of their skins as a random brunette, eyes thunderous, hisses dangerously from the backseat:
“Just pretend I’m not here.”
Update: Part 8 is published !
This part is dedicated to the ever kind @imsfire2 because she provided inspiration and support.
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Part 8: Fresnillo, Zacatecas, Day 6.
Walking back, they both try to keep their eyes focused on the path, trying their best to ignore the shift occurring between them. Against her own volition however, several times Jyn catches his eyes slipping to the right, quickly taking a look at her.
She feels like a teenager and she’s sure that somewhere Saw is frowning at her, like that one time when he realized she had a hickey on her neck. She’d been what, fourteen? So far, her interactions with Cassian have been much more tame, but the fact that Kes chose to retreat back early left them unbalanced, in uncharted territory.
She knows Gerrera would be disappointed in her if he knew that she let herself have fun while on the run. Not only she has let herself enjoy the beat and Cassian’s hold, but his chuckle too and his arm still nesting under hers as he guides her back in the busy streets of Fresnillo. She should pry his arm away but she doesn’t want to.
At Saba's house, Kes has been waiting for them, or at least they still find him nursing his drink under the arbor. Their host is already snoring in his hammock and doesn’t stir at all. What an odd duck their friend is, not at all the kind of acquaintance she would picture the two cops to have!
She envies other people’s easiness, it’s been five days since she’d last seen Bodhi, since she has run out of her flat, and while she has slept, she had not rested since. She called Baze before dinner, but as it went straight to voicemail, she didn’t leave a message. No trace back to Mexico just in case.
Kes seems surprised to see them, his gaze plainly showing he had somehow expected Cassian and her to make a beeline for the closest bed. Truthfully, Jyn’s blood is quite heated still, but it’s a gentle warmth, not the scorching blaze his friend had lit earlier this evening. However tempting it would be to discover if Cassian’s prowess included more intimate activities than dancing, she could not permit it.
Come morning they would be back to a runaway and two cops traveling together due to unlikely circumstances. Nothing more. And okay they’re amazingly friendly but while she is willing to risk her safety, she will not yield to the supposed attraction she feels for Captain Andor. Nothing good will come of it, she can let it become enjoyable, perhaps, but never distracting.
“Jyn, won’t you take a seat?” Cassian asks right on point, likely realizing she has zoned out.
“Enjoy yourself, did you kids?” Kes taunts instead, wiggling his eyebrows before stretching in his own chair.
“At least we weren’t drinking alone, cabrón,” Cassian deflects by eyeing the clear content in his friend’s glass.
“Let me drown my loneliness in peace, I did you a favor. Plus, I miss my wife and son and puppy and Sab’s not a great distraction.”
“How much did you have already, you’re turning whiny Dameron.”
“Not much, I would not want to steal your thunder, Mr. I’m brooding unless I can demonstrate my sick moves,” he replies, smirking.
“And what poison exactly is into this glass?”
Despite her current curiosity, Jyn cannot prevent a smile from blooming on her lips at their usual banter — leave it to her to snatch a comedic duo... — but it does make her curious and she doesn’t wish for the night to end yet. She doesn’t doubt that tomorrow they will be back on their insane road trip so she focuses on mundane things and sweet summer nights while they last.
“Mezcal, you didn’t learn about it, through your wanderlust? It’s a liquor made from agave.”
“I don’t think I do, but I’ve heard the name before. It’s something like tequila?”
The Charolastras share a long glance across from her, clearly having a silent conversation or a private joke, then Kes cracks his knuckles, adopting ostensibly a teaching stance. For a second she’s amused by his antics again, as Cassian solemnly pours the clear liquid into two tiny bowls set on the table. Jyn guesses they’re not fooling around like she assumed when Kes states calmly:
“While more known — and thus exported — Tequila is actually only made from blue agave, it’s mostly for tourists.”
“Don’t be snotty Dameron, tequila is still good. One properly made, that is. But I find Mezcal more varied,” Cassian offers.
“Why, there’s different sorts?”
“Of course, around forty to fifty sorts, I think,” Kes frowns, clearly looking at his best mate for confirmation. “You know, it’s actually a refined process, not easy to make and to find. I don’t have the exact ratio but —“
“After a hard acquired harvest, it takes cutting, burning, pressing by feet and several distilling,” Cassian cuts in, “so it takes days — sometimes more than a week — before a single drop ends up in a bottle. Actually the ratio is around ten kg for a single liter of liquor. It’s like... the sweat of Mexico, more precisely it’s the tears of fire of this country.”
“You’re really passionate about it, guys, it’s weird to hear Cass waxing poetry, Kes-adillas I’d understand, but...”
All to their admiration for this Mexican drinkable piece of culture, they don’t pick up the nicknames, despite the little smile that lifts a corner of her mouth. She’s even more intrigued, Cassian can tell, because he pushes his tiny bowl in her direction:
“Have a taste, Jyn.”
“Hey, this is no girlie stuff, let’s get her cheap tequila instead.”
“Excuse me, Sergeant Dameron, but I can probably drink you both under the table and besides, I’m not one for girlie stuff, I told you before.”
Both nod and the clear liquid burns in her mouth, its aroma surprisingly rich and smoky. She sips slowly like Kes does in front of her and she understands how their patriotism can shine through this particular alcohol. It’s great.
“How do you know so much about it anyway? Has it always been your preferred drink?”
“That too,” Cassian answers after a few seconds, “but actually, my father was a producer. Nothing professional, but he made a few bottles for family and friends.”
“So you helped him? I guess that’s why you’re so precise then...”
She’s fishing for information with less discretion than she usually observes, because alcohol effects aside, anything that entails learning facts about Cassian is worth the shot — pun intended. For all their constant nagging about her being closed off, he for one isn’t as forward as Kes. Yet her remark strains his smile further and Dameron stares stubbornly at the table when his friend replies:
“I didn’t get to help him, just saw him about. I was too young then.”
Not missing a beat, Cassian murmurs, as if speaking to himself:
“And I’m too old now.”
She’s startled and even Kes is left agape when he gets up suddenly and bids them a hasty goodnight without even pausing to hear their answer. Not that they could have uttered a single word, that is. Once Cassian disappears, Jyn turns to Kes hoping to make sense of this unexpected behavior, but he just shrugs.
“What the heck happened? What did I do?”
“Don’t worry Jyn, it’s just Cassian being... rudo. It will be better in the morning. It’s not easy for him to go back to Mexico, I think it’s worse for him than for me. I focus on good memories, he gets assaulted by bad ones. It’s not your fault.”
Yet, guilt is marring his handsome features, his flat tone indicating that it is far from the first time Cassian pulled something like this and he couldn’t stop it. She too feels sheepish, though even without Dameron’s reassurance, she realizes she had done nothing wrong. Be as it may, trying to understand things better, she asks:
“I got my past laid bare already, can’t you explain what has gotten into him?”
“It’s not my story to tell. But you might know that we’ve been raised by Gina’s sister before getting to the US?” At her nod he adds: “I’ve been orphaned young too and it’s harsh, but Cassian, he was devastated. He’s still beating himself up over it twenty years later.”
If Jyn Erso understands anything about life, it’s that you’re always carrying your ghosts wherever you go. Some days, it’s a light comforting presence, but more often than not it’s an unavoidable burden.
“I didn’t show it before,” Jyn starts awkwardly, changing the subject, “but as far as cops go, you’ve both been great with me. I’m not easy to be around, but you took in everything like troopers and I gave very little in return.”
“Don’t sweat it, having you around is an unexpected happenstance, designed by our Lord above or destiny if you prefer to put it like that, yet I value your presence. You reach Cassian so you deserve everything we can lend you, because, even including tonight, you’re making him smile Jyn, up to his crinkling eyes.”
“You do too, Kes. Watching you is like witnessing a comedic duo, when you’re not bickering.”
“That’s because I’ve got a lifetime of getting under his skin, I mean, he’s my brother, has been since first grade.”
“So?”
“If you asked around about Captain Andor, people who work with him every day would say he’s dedicated, loyal to a fault, a perfect soldier. But not the kind of guy easy to please, nor overly friendly.”
“He told me he’s circumspect but I understand that, I’m not exactly a Disney princess ether.”
“Can’t fault you here,” Kes snorts good-naturally before adding in a quiet voice she almost doesn’t catch, “but maybe that’s why with you, he lets his guard down, he reaches out, and I see you meeting him halfway.”
An angel passes, Jyn’s heart hammering stupidly in her chest and it takes everything not to raise the bait. Instead, she manages to ask flippantly:
“Cop, singer, romantic poet, therapist, you’re a man of many talents, aren’t you Kes-adillas?”
“I must be, with you two. But still, consider what I said, and now I close this delightful chat, I feel my balls shriveling up already.”
“Can’t have that.”
“My wife would never overcome the loss,” he deadpans while she lets out a giggle.
His sense of humor is clearly devastating but his eyes remain kind and serious. He stands up, has a gesture as if to kiss her on the cheek, but she instinctively squares her shoulders and he opts for squeezing her arm instead.
“Sleep well, Stardust,” he whispers gently, retreating back to the house.
“You too, Kes, and... thanks.”
He smiles and goes in what she had surmised to be Sandro’s room. Nobody had dared waking him up though, so she supposes it’s free for Kes to take. Honestly this particular stop is really weird... she hopes the morning, ridiculously close now, will clear the air because she might need all her might for the rest of the trip.
She debates with herself before entering the other free room — their host had prepared his couch for one of them, after all. But Gina’s bag is in that room so she must disturb Cassian if only to use necessary stuff. A shower before going to sleep sounds heavenly indeed.
She knocks and he bids her to enter instantly. He doesn’t acknowledge her presence beyond that though. His tight expression hardens his whole face and she doesn’t need Kes to tell her that he’s unnecessarily brooding.
But she had this kind of outburst before, she’s no stranger to family issues and she owes Cassian more than anybody. So, copying how Bodhi acts whenever she’s in a funk, she lays down next to him, hands pillowing her head. He ignores her presence and this is just as well because she already has the retort ready even though he won’t like to hear it. When she wanted to be left alone a few days ago, he didn’t let her either. Payback is a bitch.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers finally, after twenty breaths — because yes, she keeps count, it gives her something to focus on.
“Don’t mention it Cassian, it happens to everyone.”
Well, not quite everyone, she amends when his lips strain into a bitter smile, but it happens to her on a regular basis. The unpredictable lashing out becomes encompassing and when it cools off, the unease it leaves in its wake is just as painful. No sense in beating a dead horse anyway, right?
“I just got frustrated, you know? And it boiled over. You got in the middle of this and it’s not fair to you.”
The use of the word frustrated irks her for some reason and as Cassian refuses to meet her gaze, it does nothing to abates her awkwardness. Contrary to what Kes had said, maybe she had her part in his outburst earlier. Dancing with him, having fun, flirting a bit... she shouldn’t have done that, music or not. But this side of Cassian was so magnetic she couldn’t resist the pull. She hadn’t wanted to, if she’s honest.
“I enjoyed the night, Jyn,” he says, echoing her thoughts. “I hope we can do it again sometime.”
“It felt great to leave the car, if anything.”
His eyes tighten and his lips expands a bit but he is not quite smiling. She’s somehow said the wrong thing, it sounded like a rebuke she didn’t mean, but further mumblings flee from her mind when his warm hand covers hers.
“I liked to dance with you, you’re not as bad as you seem to think. I’d want to try again,” he repeats, “if you’d let me.”
His tone is too earnest just to be speaking about dance, and she hopes the dimly lit room hides the blush blooming on her fair skin.
“You think you got me figured out then, Cassian?”
“Not quite yet. But I don’t mind so much, I can be patient.”
That she knows, somebody less tenacious would have given up by now. She doesn’t know what to make of his dedication, especially tonight.
“I should go shower and then to sleep,” she replies, “the couch is waiting for me and we’re still far from your destination, right?”
She’s never been to Mexico before and truly their map appeared quite nonsensical to her. Then again, she had quite a lot in mind when she had the opportunity to ponder on it. She hadn’t quite made up her mind to follow them all the way through then.
She wonders every morning if staying with them is the right course of action, but better the devil she knows... and, well, the Charolastras are really easy to be around, their presence are the perfect distraction. She’s even grown to like Dameron’s old mustang, she’s almost disappointed to know it won’t hit the road for much longer.
“We should reach Bernal tomorrow, but... I don’t mind if after preparing for sleep you come back here. I don’t want to chase you away.”
“I know, and you don’t, Cassian. But there’s a perfectly nice sleeping accommodation up for my taking, and... we should use this opportunity to gather our thoughts in private.”
She tried to be reassuring, to be tactful and nice, but he still nods dejectedly. Jyn should probably justify that he seems emotionally raw and she knows how mentally exhausted she is, not a good combo when sharing space, in sharing a bed all the more. But she doesn’t know how to word it without adding gasoline to the fire. Their easiness with bed sharing — not actually sleeping together except in the strictest sense of the word! — feels less and less platonic as days go on. She already can’t even explain how they’ve developed the habit, let alone how to halt it.
At a loss for words, she grabs her bag of things and breathes back a goodnight when Cassian whispers one, eyes even sadder.
It should not taste this bitter to Jyn. Surely it’s just the remnants of Mezcal on her tongue.
Yet, in the shower, curled up on the couch, she still feels his feather-light digits on her hips, and when she closes her eyes, it’s the earlier sight of his carefree smile that accompanies her to sleep.
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hanmegumi · 3 years
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Okay wHaT-
Genya gets shot, “Alina” gets stabbed in the neck and dies but it turns out Alina‘s actually some girl named Marie so she’s not dead?
Yes-
I was confused at first too i saw the conductor slicing her throat and was like
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But no turns out it was marie WHO WAS AN AMAZING CHARACTER WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABT HER GLOW UP SHES SORT OF HORRIBLE IN THE BOOKS BUT HEYYYY SHE WAS SUCH A SWEETHEART IN THE SERIES OMG-
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1 (sabo murders parents) & 7 (space cowboy prince)?
1. title??? fuck it: that one where sabo murders his parents
this one is honestly one of my favourite aus…I say that abt a lot of aus tho so like. bucket of salt tbh it’s slow and sad and it’s a lot of balancing trust and lying and accidental truth-obstruction and. Woof. Hurts real good. Sabo murdering his parents is actually the catalyst for the whole plot and happens in like, the very first paragraph aha. It’s a….small country town AU sorta thing, where Ace is a deputy and Sabo is the son of the resident crime lords who are trying to Fuck Everything Up, and Marco technically becomes his accomplice as Sabo sets about taking over his parents’ criminal empire? 
Oh and also Sabo needs an alibi for the murder of his parents so Marco claims that they were hanging out together on a date. So there is like…SO MUCH SAD SHIT?? And then also the BACKGROUND PLOT OF “SABO NOW HAS A FAKE BOYFRIEND”.
Here’s part of the plan for my favourite scene:
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Sabo and Ace have a piano…’cause like, Sabo’s parents bought him the place?? And stocked it with all of their shit so they could use his place as an alternate party-hosting sorta thing, when they wanted a more “intimate” feel and all that. Ace moved in to help pay rent after Sabo’s parents get Shittier, and there’s not arguments about the piano, persay, but Ace doesn’t like it because it makes Sabo sad, but Sabo won’t get rid of it because “well I put all that practice into the skill, what if we ever want to host a party with live music?”
And one time waaaaay after Mar/Sab start kinda accidentally implying they run a criminal empire/are taking over for Sabo’s parents, Sabo comes home and flops onto the couch and Marco looks around in restless desire for distraction and asks, “Do you play?”
Sabo laughs, short and bitter, and says, “You could say that.” 
“Play something for me?”
(and Sabo….hasn’t even played for Ace, not really, not unless you count the times Ace has walked in on Sabo sitting at the piano, his hands on the keys but no melody playing)
He pulls himself from the couch and walks over and looks at Marco for a minute, then to the piano, and…(it’s the first time Marco has seen his hands shake)
Gently presses a key, ringing and high, and then another,a single diddy, and looks at Marco as if to say is that enough? (and maybe alsowhat do you want from me, only that’snever really been something he can ask people because usually they just take)
Before Marco has an answer sabo shifts to sit down andputs his hands on the keys (and takes a deep breath that makes him sit uppretty and perfect the way he’s been trained, the expression on his face blankand bored, but then-)
(Marco sits next to him on the bench, and it’s short, sothey’re pressed together, side to side, and Sabo faces the piano and Marcofaces out but there’s a whole line where their bodies meet)
Sabo jolts and hits some keys by accident,discordant and startled, and Marco grins and Sabo glares and then playssomething properly
Simple at first, then harder, because he knows how(because he wants to impress)
And then he chances a look over and Marco’s watching him,some indescribable feeling on his face, like he’s breathless, like he’sthinking, and then he seems to come to some decision
They’re already close so it’s easy to…lean in, his lipsclose to the curve of Sabo’s mouth and his fingers falter, a dropped chord heldlong by the pedal as he ducks his head, unwilling to kiss Marco (And Ace, Ace, whatabout Ace? he thinks, guilt welling up like a flood, but Marco’s lips aregrazing his cheeks, like a question, like please, and…like longing and desireand Sabo has never felt wanted. Not like this.)
Marco kisses his cheek, the corner of his lip, and thenSabo tilts his head and kisses him back properly, kisses him breathless, kisseshim and feels like his heart is crawling out his throat, is escaping on everybreath and stealing into Marco’s lungs because his chest feels hollow and ithurts so bad, to kiss him)
The last chord fades away but neither of them notice,Sabo’s hands come off the keys to grip at Marco’s biceps, and he shifts, movesso he can press in closer, so they can lean together, and Marco’s fingertipscreep under his shirt and
(Neither of them notice Ace standing in the loungedoorway, his keys in his limp hand and papers slipping from his grasp)
7. space cowboy prince au
this one is WAY FUNNIER so like PREPARE FOR TONAL WHIPLASH. Lucky and I were talking about the aus I had and I was like “at one point part of what I did to make aus was think of AUs I liked and just smush them together” and she was like “what” and I was like “yeah that’s why I have one au that’s like, space cowboy princes” and she just went “tell me that right now”
a lot of the uhh…world building?? is a combination of doctor who-ish themes and firefly and also I was watching the Disney Pocahontas and thinking about colonisation so the plot gets wild but the basis is Ace is a cowboy (eyy) on a farming/waystop planet, and his dad being Roger is common knowledge but most people are…okay about it, or don’t recognise him. And the people that do are dicks, but also…no-one…cares, I suppose? Or, they care, but at the point of the story he’s twenty and buff and the planet’s sheriff (inherited from his mom) so nobody wants to mess with him. (Also I just realised both of these aus have Ace as a sheriff tho so that’s interesting, but anyway) the interplanetary alliance ((marines)) come by with some trumped up charges and arrest him and his mom kicks a stink and so do his friends but then threatening to blow up the planet and Ace is like woAH no way and agrees to go with them to the Core, but tHEN! on the way to the core, he meets Marco, who is an alien that lives on a planet where they have the draft, basically. And Marco was 1000% planning to defect but then heard the bullshit with Ace and was like WELP I can wait for a little. He steals Ace’s files and deletes the spare copies, and then he and Ace make off in a shuttle for the Whitebeard pirates, who’ve been in contact with Marco for a while and who have arranged a meet up.
But! Before they arrive, the revolutionaries show up to Fuck Shit Up (Rouge called in a Favour) and Marco/Ace get caught in the backlash and shuffled onto the Revolutionary ship as prisoners/ship wreck survivors. TBH they’re not reeeeally prisoners - or, at least, Ace isn’t - but Marco’s still wearing his uniform and (dun dun) the Revolutionary army know that he’s Prince on his planet so they don’t believe he’d run away to join pirates.
Anyway then we meet Sabo, who can hmm…he’s…an empath??? technically?? through touch he can do Psychic Bullshit (as the plot demands snickers) but 95% of the time it’s to figure out People. It’s why he wears gloves and long sleeves though - using his powers to much gives him really awful headaches. 
So anyway there’s a whole plot of him having amnesia and Ace not recognising him and Sabo getting his hands on the file that Marco stole and accidentally picking up a strange amusement from the person who wrote it? And he figures out they weren’t being sincere when they wrote all the shit about ace, and that they wanted him for something else, and then he reads the last bit/gets a last flash of knowledge, and shock hits him like a baseball bat. ‘Cause the file has a mind-blowing piece of knowledge about Ace’s….hm, role on his home planet, and the real reason that the marines wanted him. 
Oh yeah and it ends with Marco having to get married for the Good of His People and Ace is surprisingly the one who gets what tf is going on with the Feelings Mess between the three of them, lol. (Hysterical considering Sabo is literally an empath.)
Ta-da!
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