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Hear me out, Conquest seeing you bathing and you beckoning him to join you. Slight problem he’s in fact a BIG man, so he’s not sure he’ll fit in the damn tub he never even uses. But seeing that cute little pout? Who is he to deny his pet? So he climbs in behind, water spills out over the edge and it’s a tangle of limbs and cramped. But at least you’re close together.
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Little Bird🕊️
Pairing: Conquest x F!Reader
Warnings: (18+) smut. domestic bliss, fluff, established relationship, bath sex, blood kink, biting, choking, creampie
Summary: Conquest catches you at a bad time, but it does not deter him. It just makes things interesting.
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It’s silent on the ship. So vast and empty. You’re dressed in nothing but a soft towel wrapped around your silhouette, tucked in just under your arms. You toss a handful of dried flowers onto the surface of the water before pouring a drizzle of aromatic soap from a glass vial into the still flowing faucet.
An immediate froth of suds forms and propels a cloud of freshness upwards with the steam. It’s a scent within the same classification as mint, or maybe pine from your world. It’s not as sweet as the likes of rosemary or even licorice root, but it’s nowhere near as bitter as hemlock with its earthy vegetation. It lies in an unnamable and foreign classification, reviving to your senses. You’re grateful he managed to find an aromatic blend that didn’t smell like it would singe your eyebrows off. He had to be careful in his selection, making certain to avoid herbs that could prove toxic to humans.
You step into the tub after turning the faucet off, allowing your legs to adjust to the temperature before slowly easing yourself to sitting. The warmth climbs up your form, acclimating to the welcoming cradle of the basin. You’re able to finally breathe your stress away. It’s sometimes hard to be away from home in a strange land with no one to even know your name, let alone your precarious origins. When everything out here is fighting for a chance to kill you at all times, quiet moments like this are deeply cherished.
You sink further past the surface until the water reaches the small portion of your face between your upper lip and nose. The nape of your neck begins to soak in nearby suds as moisture climbs up your scalp. While exhaling deeply again, you push the swirling bubbles away from your face with the subtle current when a voice from across the room brings you to open your eyes.
“Didn’t take long for you to make yourself at home.” Conquest announces while sporting an array of deep-tissue wounds from head to toe, his uniform half shredded off. “You look like a little bird preening her feathers.
“You told me to help myself.” You try to hide the fact he startled you, but the audible splash of movement was clearly too hard to hide. “So I did. Besides, don’t you always call me kitten?”
“I remember.” Conquest is smiling his crooked smile at you and you watch his line of sight break away from your eyes, shifting lower and lower until he starts imagining what lies beyond the suds. “And I do.”
“You look like you need this more than me though.” You mention, acknowledging his filthy appearance. From shoulder to shoulder, he spans nearly the full breadth of the door frame. The sheer broadness of his stature raises your heartrate, surprising you every time you witness him for yourself.
“I can always hose myself down with the pressure washer in the bay.” He jokes, but you can tell he’s serious. He dares not to ruin something so pure.
“Don’t be stupid.” You won’t take no for an answer, scooting forward as if to make room for him. “Get in here.”
Conquest examines himself, finding that he is a bit worse for wear than he thought. His cuts, ruptures and lacerations are still leaking while alien blood stains what’s left of his uniform. Hues of green and blue flow like watercolors into Conquest’s red. “You sure?”
You don’t respond, instead choosing to give him a look he knows well. He nods in reciprocation, regarding your word as final. With a slow seal of his gaze, he chuckles under his breath before regaining eye contact. He holds it as he floats into the room, leaving footprints after settling himself back on the floor. He stares at you seductively as he peels the uniform from the one shoulder it’s still adhered, letting it drop to his feet.
Thankfully a good amount of the grime is left behind when he sheds the layer, and your eyes are soon drawn to his massive package now revealed. As he approaches, you shimmy forward, nearly putting your knees to your chest so that he can fit. By the way he towers over you, it is clear this is going to be a tight squeeze.
He awkwardly lifts his leg over the side of the tub and steps in. His second leg follows and the level rises significantly. He steadies himself with both hands on the edge at either side of you, proceeding to slide in. Water starts spilling as it splashes over the edge. There go your pretty flowers, now scattered to the surrounding floor. The scent of death lingers on him, melded with the fragrant bath suds. His brows are knit together as it pains him to spoil your good time, but the grin on your face assures him that there’s no other place you’d want him to be.
There’s no hiding the presence of his package at your back. You can feel it pressed up against your spine as he gathers you into his clutches. You lean into him, using his spanning abdomen and chest as a comfortable bed of sorts as he encompasses you fully. With a bite of your lip, you rest your cheek on his forearm, getting a little bit of his blood on your face. “You’re hurt.”
“A papercut.” His rumbling voice is felt within your own torso, as if that sensation is stemming from within your own ribcage. “All healed in a day’s time.”
“I should see the other guys, right?” This is a line you both have shared often as his gory homecomings happen on a regular basis. You cup some water in your palm and splash it on his skin to cleanse it.
“Isn’t that how the saying goes?” He answers your question with one of his own while dragging his mustache up the length of your neck, ticking you with his stray hairs, hot breath flowing about your face.
“You only know that saying because of me.” You add, taking credit for his adoption of your lingo.
“It’s a good one.” He kisses your cheek first before nibbling on your earlobe to hear you sweetly whine for him. “That’s something we don’t have on Viltrum.”
“What’s that?” You ask, sensing the answer to this query but wanting to hear him say it.
“Jokes.” He shrugs. “Humor.”
“Your people laugh, don’t they?” You turn your head to look him in the eye. “Everyone laughs.”
“That very well may be true, but it’s what we laugh at that doesn’t align.” His clarification is made clear when your eyes become fixed on the murky water, now clouded with blood and silt.
“Oh.” You are reminded of the brutality of his race and why he is feared, right down to the kind of person he is in front of others when you’re with him. “That’s right.”
Conquest senses you sort of shut down, slumping forward in his arms. You notice he treats you differently when you are in public. He’s a bit colder. His soft side concealed. He cannot risk giving anyone ammunition against you, deciding the best way to overcome that is to be so devoutly and aggressively defensive of you that no one dares to test him.
“I scare you at times.” Conquest beats you to the punch he thinks you’re preparing. “You can say it.”
“It’s true, you’re scary.” You agree flatly. “But I am not scared of you.”
“How does that work?” Conquest is unable to see the correlation, requiring an explanation.
“Your strength. Your anger. The way people cower when they hear you speak.” You begin listing things, feeling Conquest’s posture fail him with every mention. “That is, in itself, objectively scary. But that’s your intent, isn’t it? To frighten others.”
“Mmm…” He listens, hearing all the things he tells himself but finding they sound differently coming from your mouth.
“I know you never have the intent to frighten me, though.” You enlighten him, making the distinction clear for even him to see. “I can tell the difference.”
“How does it make you feel when I, for instance…” He pauses, taking the time to properly gather his thoughts “Kill in the name of protecting what’s mine.”
“Oh, you mean like when you punched the head off the bartender that tried to slip drugs into my cocktail last week?”
“Yeah.” Conquest grins, prideful for the move. “That.”
“I think it’s pretty hot.” You swiftly turn around to straddle his waist, rubbing yourself against him. His gargantuan hands settle at your hips and the breadth of his palm could nearly serve as a full-fledged belt.
He’s stiff as can be. You’re as wet as the day is long. He can feel the slick variation in the presence of your slippery juices and the surrounding water. Conquest ruts upward and his cock collides with your swollen clit, shifting it with much pressure. A jolt of sensation travels through you like an electric zap. You want more, feeding into the friction by continuously grinding against his exposed shaft.
“Is that right?” Conquest asks in a quieter tone, just above a whisper. There’s a slight rasp in his typical speaking voice that grows thicker when he talks so softly. It sends tingles down your spine as he anchors your hips to him, pushing you down harder on his cock. He still has not breached inside yet, enjoying this time he’s sliding you back and forth.
You moan and whimper, all weight of responsibility removed as you’re able to just sit there and let him shift you. You surrender to his hold as he flexes his cock. You feel it pulsate between your thighs so you arch your back into it, tucking your face beneath his chin to kiss the stubble on his Adam’s apple all the way up to his jawline.
He lifts his mechanical limb, some suds clinging to the plates of metal as it shines. The blots of bubbles drip from his arm into your hair as he cups your face, lifting your chin so he can press his mouth to yours. His wiry mustache pokes your upper lip upon the initial touch, and you revel in the sharpness; like a thorn on a rose. His mouth is scarred and the taste of blood lingers on his tongue when it slips past your teeth.
He breaks the kiss first, pulling away to watch as you lick your lips. Conquest sees a smear of red making it look like lipstick and his expression takes on an apologetic appearance as he swipes his thumb against your mouth to try and collect it. Though instead, you catch him unexpectedly by opening your chops to suck on the digit, biting it fiercely. His jagged teeth flash at you and he resembles a shark with that pointed maw of his, bearing down on his own lip. He shoots a coy sneer at you, playful while knowing better than to second guess your pursuits.
You hold onto his hand while sucking his thumb, dragging the digit in and out of your mouth like sucking his cock. Your teeth rake harshly against it as you pull it out with a loud pop, savoring the powerful notes of iron. “Yeah, that’s right.”
He becomes lost in thought while admiring and examining you. After a few moments, you feel his eyes stray and descend along with the swift disappearance of his smile. You begin to wonder what’s going on in that head of his, cupping it to trace the tail end of his scar that rests at the apple of his cheek. You gaze into the eye with the fogged out iris, then back to his black and strained pupil. “What is it?”
“This.” His answer is simple but it holds immeasurable weight.
“The tub?” You play around, meeting his declaration with a rhetorical suggestion.
“No.” He chuckles dryly. “Any old trough could serve us just as well.”
“What makes this unique then?”
He picks off a couple waterlogged petals from your shoulder and drops them into the bath. “You.”
You bashfully grin at him, able to decipher that he’s going to say more. He’s left his mouth ajar like he’s thinking of what to mention next, but he doesn’t let the words leave. He seems distracted so you grind against him to get his attention. With an acquiescing groan, his eyes land back on you.
“Where’d you just go?” You ask, wanting to know where his thoughts have wandered.
Mental images flash through his perspective. With you as close as you are, they flicker back to his vanquished enemies. Your proximity reminds Conquest of how he would hold them close before breaking their necks, impaling their torso, or the taste of blood in his mouth after he’s just sprayed himself with viscera. He’s not defeated by his memories from mere moments ago, let alone through the many millennia he’s suffered this routine. He is able to decipher the contrast between then and the present. Contrarily, his heart and mind cannot fathom how he can find normalcy in this devilish dichotomy of being soft and gentle with you here and yet mercilessly brutal out there. “Nowhere important.”
“I can’t believe it either.” You know what is going through his mind, opting to carry the weight for him.
“I have lived for centuries.” He starts with a scoff. “It isn’t until now that I am finally starting to understand why you earthlings are able to make the most of your inconceivably short lives.”
“Oh yeah?” You pry, wanting to know his perspective on this touching secret. “And how do you figure that?”
“There’s no time to lose. Not a second.” Conquest shakes his head from side to side, defeated in coming up with loopholes or deviations in this harsh truth. “You choose to fill it with laughter and joy, meaningless commodities in my culture.”
“Not just that.” You trace his scar again, fluttering your eyelids closed to kiss his lips before reopening your eyes. “We do it for love.”
“Love.” He repeats the word as if he never thought he would recite it himself. “I wish that was all it took.”
“But it is.” You reason astutely. “The lie that hate could ever outweigh it is as old as time.”
“I don’t think there’s any hope in getting my people to come to terms with their whole identity being a lie.” He finds humor in the darkness, smirking with a shrug of his wide shoulders.
“What about you?” You ask, wanting his perspective now.
“Hm?” He’s unsure what you’re getting at.
“Do you believe love is all it takes?”
He pauses for a couple seconds and softens. You see his pupil grow in size with a subtle glisten appearing at his water line before his eyes meet yours. “I do now.”
Neither of you can wait any longer. As you wrap your arms around his neck, he lifts you up by the hips and seats you directly on his cock. The heat of the bath is no match for your scorching entrance and he groans loudly at that first thrust. He’s nowhere close to being all the way in yet as his head is barely pushed past your internal threshold. You cry out loudly into his ear, already so full and wanting more.
He thrusts upwards and moves you down at the same time. Thinking this is the perfect opportunity, you begin to bite his neck, breathing heavily while sucking on the sweet spot where his jawline meets his jugular. With each thrust, you arch into it again. As a result, your clit drags against his pubic wreath and his bushy hair adds delicious friction.
Feeling confident you want to show him what you’re made of, you use the force of your weight to begin thrusting down onto him, almost slamming against his pelvis though painfully lagged down by the bath. Wave after wave sloshes out, but neither of you care anymore.
In dire need of air, you pull back to look Conquest in the face as you fuck him. You support yourself with both palms to his chest, staring into his open mouth to watch his tongue flex and curl as he grunts. You want to be bitten by those teeth. Licked by that tongue. But first…
You take his mechanical fist from where it lies on your hip and move it to your neck whispering, “Choke me.”
Conquest promptly clamps that hand around your throat. He affords you enough ability to still breathe through being squeezed. He adjusts his hold with intermittent tightness so he can hear you gasp and go silent. You’re getting pinched by the plates moving against each other, like little fires igniting on your skin. His expressions tell all, that no matter how often this happens, you’re star struck by his handsomeness and that fierce soul of his. Not to mention the sheer fact he chose you.
He yanks you towards him by the throat, his battered and beaten face barely an inch in front of yours. He studies your expressions as he impales you on his cock. The breath of your exasperation falls on his skin and he inhales it like smoke before being overcome with obsession for you and driving his tongue into your open mouth. It swirls around sloppily and savagely parts from you with a rough kiss, but before he could recede completely, you chomp on his lip. He retracts it through the pain, allowing you to clench your jaws harder as it snaps back into his face.
Conquest releases your neck but doesn’t fully let go, speaking words into your mouth for you to swallow up. “Watch out. This kitten bites.”
“I bet you bite harder.” You challenge, sultry with your words.
“I’m willing to test it.” He accepts your proposal, moving his hand up to hold your head and expose your neck. He hums to himself as he admires your heartbeat thrumming beneath the surface of your skin. With a widening of his mouth, you suddenly are made aware of every distinct tooth, its angle and sharpness as each one has you in its vice. He clenches his jaw, then releases it but only slightly, repetitively meeting your flesh with the sting of his initial bite, reviving all the nerves he’s set aflame. He could easily chew your throat right out of your neck, esophagus and all, yet he treats you with the perfect measure of force and restraint, never pushing you into the danger zone.
As his rakes and nibbles move down, he starts to explore your chest, testing the waters by switching his attention to your nipples. He moves his head between both breasts as he attempts to sample both at the same time, realizing the attempts are futile. The solution he comes up with is to cup both from the bottom and smoosh them to his face.
“Hnnnngh…” You vocalize when the cool wind hits the saliva he’s slathered all over you. When he pulls away, you get a wave of chills. Your nipples stiffen even more, and it becomes difficult to disguise your goosebumps. “Don’t stop… It’s cold.”
“We can’t be having that, can’t we?” Conquest’s grin spreads across his face as he smiles at you. You’re so precious to him. He finds honor in providing you with comfort, especially knowing he’s lacked so much in his lifetime.
While it’s also about time to change location, he bestows you with a parting bite. However, with his cock still driven into you and his mouth still latched to a breast, he levitates out of the tub. A surge of bath water splatters to the floor with the disruption as he gives you a few thrusts in midair. You partly feel like you’re levitating while also are made astutely aware of just how exactly he’s holding you up.
Your eyes scan your surroundings as they move past you with Conquest still lazily rutting as you emit a bemused giggle or two. He flies you into the next room where you both soak the nearest bed. He lets go of his hold on your breasts with his mouth to rest you on the warm sheets atop the plush mattress. He sets you down gently on your back so that he may climb over you, casting his shadow with the dimmed overhead light. There is still some spittle present on his lip from his exploration of your body just now and he can see that you want to taste it. “I know just what you need.”
“I need you.” You pull his face closer by grabbing his head in your hands. As he dips lower to fulfill your wish with zealous kisses, he is slamming into your pussy until his veiny length has fully vanished into you.
Your legs are suspended in the air and while Conquest is still tastefully crushing you with his weight, he takes both by the back of the knees and dexterously folds you in half, unexpectedly pushing all air out of your lungs. You exclaim with every thrust, high-pitched and continuous despite not being able to take in a proper lungful. “Oh! Fuck! Yes! Harder!”
Conquest straightens his posture and watches his girth get swallowed up by your entrance. He rears back to completely exit you before slamming at full force. You are able to feel every inch as it drags against your walls and the flex of his cock when it involuntarily twitches before he does it again. You go from stark empty to an unfathomable wholeness over and over and over. Before long, it appears that you are getting cock dumb, unsure if you can hold out for any longer before exploding, but he’s not through yet.
“You know that’s my favorite part.” He tosses your right leg to the side and helps adjust you to turning along with it. While sitting on his knees, he’s holding your left leg and hugging it to his torso. This different position makes you feel his cock from a new angle, hitting parts you didn’t feel before. The elating sensations cause you to grab fistfuls of bedding, burying your face into the covers absentmindedly. Your muffled screams are interrupted when you feel his flesh hand scale your scalp to get a grip on your hair so that he can yanks you upward and listen to you scream. “All the pretty noises you make.”
You begin to fully embrace your exclamations, no longer holding back or restraining yourself. You are able to relax a bit on your side as he takes the globe of your ass, jostling, jiggling and slapping it with his mechanical hand to watch the fiery welts spread across your cheeks. It stings like hell, burning like you’re being hit with a paddle, but he does it again, then a third time before upping the ante.
He moves you with ease as you weigh nothing in his arms. He does not wait for your brain to catch up to his actions. Instead, he puts you exactly where he wants you by knocking your other leg over so that he can take you up by the hips and prop you on your knees. You’re on your stomach now with spread legs again. He grabs himself by the base of his cock, tapping your clit by using the head as a wand to make you come on it. A few methodical swipes on your blushing bulb were all it took and you’re gushing more slick; more than enough lubricant to finish things off. “That’s it. Nice and juicy.”
He pushes himself inside and pauses to watch you take it when you whine. Your tightness clenches around him as he goes deeper. Conquest keeps one hand tangled in your hair with your head turned to the side and shoved into the sheets. He uses the mattress’ natural bounce to fuck you to completion. He is obsessed with the way this feels. After wanting to spread you wider, he carefully scoots your knees more apart until you’re practically performing the splits on his cock.
Conquest loves your enthusiasm. He’s overwhelmed by it, falling forward with a free hand keeping him upright as it rests beside your head. His pace increases and he’s thrusting with more force. To prepare for his end, you arch as far as you can, feeling scorpioned with your ass practically lapsed over tea kettle. “Does my… unf…kitten like that?”
You cannot enunciate, reduced to letting out a series of ‘uh-huhs’ in hopes that suffices as a response. It all gets caught in your throat when you feel his tongue along your spine before some encouraging bites bloom on your shoulder. He does not remove his mouth, holding himself there with a hand still tangled in your hair. His stature is growing sloppy and faltering. He grunts as he bites harder and the pain of his maw enhances the bliss inside.
His cock is punching you just right. Conquest is expressive and loud in your ear. Your walls constrict around him, pushing him over the edge. He’s truly made a mess of you and it’s about to get worse. “Ughhh….”
“Blazing heat spills out of you as he keeps thrusting. Just as the remnants of the bath seep into the sheets, you allow his release to soak the bed beneath you. What’s another dampened surface across the rest? You both are riding the high long after the fact to the point both of you still feel like you’re coming. It is a dazzling relief, and you almost wish it would never end. All friction is lost as he is slip-sliding with no resistance whatsoever, giving you a few more pumps for good measure before pulling out. It’s like a cork was just unplugged as his come streams out of your gaping hole and down your thighs. You’re bashful, hiding your face in covers again while still on your knees with legs spread, afraid to look. “It’s getting everywhere, isn’t it?”
“Exactly where it should be.” He jokes, laying himself across your back to kiss your temple. Conquest has let go of his hold on your hair so that he may sit up, allowing you to slump into a puddle on the bed with the rest of the dampness. He can tell you’re tired by the way you collapse and roll over, joining you by lying next to your spot to catch his breath while staring up at the ceiling. “I wish it could be like this all the time. I miss you so terribly when I am gone.”
“Why can’t it?” You ask, ears perked at his confession.
“You know why.” He answers rhetorically, slight disappointment in his tone.
You rest in silence when the elephant in the room finally is finally present and you think up something to say on the spot. “Do you think one day we could make that happen?”
“Maybe not now, but in the future, I will make it so.” Conquest breaks his gaze from the ceiling and sets his sights on you, communicating this covenant by pushing a tuft of hair behind your ear. “I promise.”
If he says it, then it will be. You have no requirement of anything more. You know he means true. To set this promise in stone, you climb on top of him this time, and to his surprise, do everything over again with no care for the mess.
⚠️Warnings: y'all know what's coming. major character death. also almost 14k words...I went just a little bit crazy.
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Streets bustled with many colorful individuals as a familiar woman in black strolled with a red head on her right and a blonde on her left. Diana Essex and Madelyne Pryor had found their way to the mutant island of Genosha. During their escapades here, they had been able to find and rescue Seven who had began to go by “Sev” from Sinister. That was a story for another time though.
The three women had grown close over the past few months. They were like three peas in a pod. Diana had helped guide both clones to understand themselves and become their own individuals to be more than what Sinister had designed them to be.
Alongside helping her new sisters, Diana had been placed on the Genoshan High Council as the Head of Mutant Science and Research. With this promotion, the goth had been able to reconnect with an old friend who she had been wanting to see for the past year.
“Meine Damen!” that friend called out causing the trio to stop. Diana turned first smiling softly when she saw the familiar figure of a fuzzy blue teleporter approach them.
“Hello, Kurt,” she politely greeted which was repeated by both Seven and Madelyne. The clones looked at each other before turning to Diana with slight smirks on their faces.
“We’re going to go ahead and go home, Di,” Seven gently said smiling at her sister who nodded at the blonde before looking to the red head. They walked away leaving Diana and Kurt alone.
Kurt offered Diana an arm which she took smiling shyly. She knew he was only being a gentleman, but a part of her could not help but wish they could have something more than friendship. Diana respected Kurt’s boundaries though. He was a monk now a priest. She knew she could not get in the way of that. The understanding they shared though was beyond what either of them could understand. Two orphans shunned for how they looked…who better to understand the other? Diana knew she would always end up caring for Kurt from a distance though.
“Genosha is only continuing to grow, don’t you think, Fräulein Xavier?” Kurt asked as the pair walked through the streets of Genosha.
“It is,” she agreed looking around trying to keep from staring at the elf. Diana smiled softly though as she looked at him, “No need to be so formal…and you know I don’t go by Xavier anymore.”
“Ah! Forgive me. I forget,” he chuckled looking to her with those big yellow eyes. Diana looked away from him not wanting to stare.
“It’s alright…I’m still getting used to it too,” the goth replied causing the elf to chuckle quietly.
Kurt stopped when they approached one of the vendors specifically an ice cream vendor. Diana’s eyes immediately snapped to look at the vendor before looking back at the blue man beside her. She lifted a finger pointing at him, “Don’t…”
He merely grinned at her flashing his fangs as he pulled his arm from her arm and approached the seller. Diana rolled her eyes despite the warmth that was crawling up her neck to her ears.
When Kurt returned holding out a chocolate ice cream cone to her, Diana gave him a scolding look but took the sweet treat all the same. She looked shyly for a moment before quietly clearing her throat, “Thanks…”
“Of course, leibchen,” the Nightcrawler answered as he gently grabbed her arm and leading her down the street once again, “Come on. Let me take you home before Magneto arrives.”
Small things like this did nothing but make Diana’s feelings for the monk grow. He’s too sweet for his own good…
The Nightcrawler walked with the goth through the streets of Genosha. Many mutants greeted them with wide smiles and pleasant attitudes. As they arrived at Diana’s apartment building though, Kurt stopped just outside the building turning to smile at Diana, “I must take my leave now, fräulein. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”
Diana opened her mouth to reply, but the elf gently grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it causing her to clam up. She offered him a shy smile before he teleported away. That shy smile remained on her face as she returned to her apartment where Sev and Madelyne were waiting. Both clones noticed the goth’s smile and looked to each other with their own large knowing grins.
“He walked you home, didn’t he?” Madelyne mused as she watched Diana bustle past them to her room. Seven cackled watching the goth’s embarrassed expression.
“You two should change. Magneto and the Ink Demon will be here soon,” the ravenette murmured as she opened the door to her room before moving to her closet. Seven and Madelyne followed her giggling as they saw how frazzled the shadow manipulator was.
“What did he say to you?” Sev asked as she moved to sit on the edge of Diana’s bed. Madelyne leaned in the doorway crossing her arms as she smirked at her gothic sister.
Diana absentmindedly rummaged through her closet trying not to listen to the teasing of her meddling sisters. They knew how to push her buttons though. That happened when living with meddling clones for the past four months.
“Oh hush—” the goth grumbled as she pulled out a pair of slacks, “Go change!”
Both women snickered and lifted their hands in surrender as they left Diana’s room. Once the door closed, the goth sighed before laying back on her bed clutching her pants to her chest trying to keep her beating heart from bursting out of her chest. She shook her head and sat back up before standing and changing from her skirt to her pants. Looking to the clock on her wall, Diana gasped quietly before quickly rushing from her room dragging her sisters with her. If they were not careful, they might be late to greet Genosha’s guests.
A sense of belonging was going worldwide today with the admittance of Genosha into the UN. The citizens of the soon to be mutant nation eagerly awaited the arrival of Magneto who had come on the invitation of the UN for a gala.
Magneto never went anywhere without his right hand though. Alison Chios sat in the co-pilot’s seat of the Blackbird. With them, Henry Chios and Rayna Vur had come as well. Rogue sat quietly behind Henry’s seat as did Gambit sit quietly behind the Firebird. Despite having come with his birdie, Remy had never felt more distant from Rayna. She seemed to be talking more with Henry and Rogue than with Magneto and the Ink Demon. Gambit wanted her to stay with the X-Men, but she seemed to want to go a very different path just as Rebel and Rogue did.
He sighed heavily as he fidgeted with a deck of cards. Looking to the pilots, Remy grumped, “Dis is takin’ forever…”
Rayna cast an unhappy glance at the Cajun who merely stared blankly back at her. Magneto did not even look back as he calmly replied obviously not liking the younger man’s attitude, “Gambit, please remember that should the new Blackbird suffer a malfunction, you are the only soul on board for whom gravity would most certainly be an issue.”
“MAGS!” Rayna snapped not appreciating his comment. The Master of Magnetism kept his eyes forward not even acknowledging the pyrotechnic. Alison sighed aggravated before snapping as well, “All of you! QUIET!”
Magneto immediately shut his mouth not wanting to face his wife’s unhappiness. He knew better than to be defiant against her in this kind of situation. A sentiment well known by the Firebird too. Gambit, however, did not know how to keep his mouth shut nor did he know that the Ink Demon was not someone to go against.
“Why? Cause y’all hate me?” the Cajun said staring defiantly at the back of Alison’s head. Rayna made a choking noise hearing his attitude. Her eyes were glued to the back of the Ink Demon’s head as the woman’s horns returned to her head.
Alison whirled around in her seat staring angrily at Gambit who stilled in his seat seeing her expression. She calmly but authoritatively spoke, “You were only allowed to come with us because Rayna asked if you could come. If she didn’t care about you so much, I would have tossed you out of this plane a long time ago.”
“Ali…” Henry murmured trying to get his aunt to calm down. When her eyes turned to him though, he shut his mouth and looked away knowing now was not the time to try and keep her calm.
The Ink Demon turned her seat back around and stared out the front glass of the Blackbird as the plane went eerily silent. For the next few minutes, everyone sat in silence not daring to poke Alison’s patience anymore than it had been.
“Well would ya look at that…” Rogue said speaking up for the first time in the last probably thirty minutes. The group looked out the front glass of the jet feeling their eyes widen at the sight before them.
Genosha was now a spectacle. It looked more inhabited than it had in the past five years. Rayna, Gambit, Henry, and Rogue stood from their seats moving to stand behind Erik and Alison.
“They been busy doin’ a bit of renovatin’ since Gambit’s last visit,” the Cajun commented as he sneakily grabbed at Rayna’s hand which he held tightly in his own. The Firebird cast Remy a glance before looking back out the window.
Once the Blackbird had been landed, the group of X-Men made their way down the gangplank. They were met with several familiar faces. Rayna immediately brightened when she saw a familiar head of black hair.
“Di?!” the Firebird exclaimed before quickly rushing toward the goth who smiled upon seeing her friend. They met in a tight embrace that was filled with happy giggles and greetings.
“Rayna, my friend! It is so good to see you!” Diana said as she pulled away from Rayna’s tight hold.
“What about us?” Rogue asked causing the goth to laugh quietly as she moved to hug Rogue and Gambit as well. Henry hung back watching the scene before him with an almost somber expression.
“Go say hello,” Alison gently whispered before moving forward to stand beside Erik. Henry watched his aunt walk away before sighing quietly and moving to stand beside Rogue who looked to him smiling brightly. Seeing her smile eased him slightly before he greeted the shadow manipulator, “Hello, Diana.”
He extended a gloved hand to the goth who merely smiled at him as she respectfully took it shaking it, “Hello yourself, Henry.”
“You couldn’t wait for me, could you?” another voice said causing the group to look over behind Diana who was smiling knowingly. Rogue and Firebird immediately gasped and moved to greet the red head who was smirking at them.
“Well, would you look at you, girl!” Rogue commented as she hugged the clone who hugged back. When the pair separated, Rayna immediately swooped in. It had been made apparent that the Firebird liked this version of Jean better than the real Jean, “Lots of smiles at the mansion when we heard Madelyne Pryor scored a top spot amongst Genosha’s inner circle!”
“The Interim Council wanted an X-Man,” Madelyne commented as she pushed away from Rayna’s hug, “Luckily, you guys could spare a Jean.”
Gambit had approached at this point and could not help but be coy as he spoke up, “Hush, madame. Two always better den one, and far better den three or more. Most times.”
Rayna rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the stomach causing the Cajun to huff out a breath as he threw the Firebird a playful glare which she returned with her own. Now that’s better…
“You weren’t the only X-Man to join the Council, sister,” Diana commented as she approached the situation. Her eyes looking over caused the two X-Men to look in the direction the goth was. Their eyes widened seeing the blonde woman who had been in the mansion during the Goblin Queen incident.
“Sev. Come here,” Diana gently called to the blonde who quietly and cautiously approached them. Sev reached out taking Diana’s extended hand, “This is Sev Essex, my sister.”
Gambit ever the charmer reached out taking Sev’s free hand lifting it to his lips greeting her, “Bonjour, mademoiselle.”
Sev stood still with wide eyes for a moment before looking to Diana who was trying her hardest not to laugh at the clone’s reaction. The blonde returned her confused glance to Gambit as she quietly greeted him, “Hello…”
Before Remy could speak to the woman anymore though, Magneto pushed into the situation with Alison in tow both reaching out to shake hands with the three sisters, “Forgive Gambit’s passive adolescence. He insisted on coming after Rayna agreed to join Alison and I at the gala. I confess, the Master of Magnetism was surprised to receive an invite bearing the United Nations’ seal.”
“Yeah, I hear it’s called ‘the future,’” Val Cooper commented from where she stood having been observing the reunions with a rather distasteful glance. Her next words were all business as she spoke, “Magneto, the Interim Council would love a word with you before tonight’s gala. Privately if possible.”
“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say to Alison as well. She will accompany me,” Erik responded leaving no room for argument as he stared coolly at the human who merely glared at the Ink Demon who watched Dr. Cooper expectantly.
“Fine,” she huffed before turning and beginning to walk away. She stopped though and looked to Magneto and Alison though.
“Well…what about us?” Rayna quickly asked a sentiment that Rogue agreed with, “Hey yeah! What the heck are we supposed to be doin’ while all y’all go have your big talks?”
Diana hummed as she commented, “Go sightseeing of course!”
A loud popping noise caught the X-Men’s attention more importantly Rogue’s attention. Kurt Wagner appeared moving toward Rogue quickly through the air. The elf latched ahold of her greeting her in German.
As Nightcrawler greeted the newcomers, Madelyne moved behind Diana whispering, “You’re drooling.”
Diana squeaked as she swatted at the red head who cackled and walked away. The goth shyly returned her eyes to the German as he talked animatedly to the X-Men. She made a quiet noise in frustration before huffing out a breath as she straightened her shirt. Sev chuckled quietly before moving to follow after Madelyne wanting to leave the ravenette in her personal torment, spending time with Kurt. Rayna looked in Diana’s direction when she heard the squeak come from her gothic friend. She chuckled quietly seeing the way that Diana was staring at the elven monk. Subtly, the Firebird elbowed Remy getting his attention. When he saw the look on Diana’s face, he snickered. That was an expression he had not seen on the little goth’s face before.
“Kurt joined the Council not long before Madelyne and I did,” Diana said as she calmly approached the group who looked to her inquisitively. Before any of them could open their mouths though, Kurt teleported them from the landing platform down to the stairway. Diana sighed quietly before quickly following after them.
“Thank you for bringing me with you, Kurt,” she gently teased. Kurt whirled slightly from where he sat looking horrified, “Forgive me, Diana! I-I got too excited.”
His rushed apology made Diana’s expression soften significantly. Rayna and Rogue smirked at each other seeing how gentle the goth’s expression was. She did not look at anyone else like that.
“Oh hush. I’m not upset with you,” Diana mused as she moved through the four X-Men to ruffle the Nightcrawler’s hair. His blush went unseen by her, but the others namely Rogue saw the look on her adoptive brother’s face. She hummed knowingly. Even the monk was not entirely immune to the sweet girl’s charm…even less so than the others…
Kurt looked back to the city of Genosha as he tried to get his heart beat back under control. He spread his arms apart as he spoke, “Such things to see! So many wonders in this city.”
“Long as he left those faithful killer monks of his back at the monastery,” Gambit commented causing Kurt to look to the Cajun lifting a finger of his three fingered hand, “Ah, a scimitar tongue, Gambit, you remain as always. We have much to discuss since our gothic adventure amid the Alps. Come!”
The Nightcrawler held his hands out offering them and his arms to the group surrounding him. The others were careful to place their hands on his arms leaving his hands to be grabbed by Rogue and Diana. In a puff of purple smoke, the group disappeared from the landing bay reappearing in a bustling street.
There was a welcome feeling as instead of being attacked for appearing so suddenly they were merely looked at with welcoming smiles and chuckles. Several young mutants ran through the streets laughing as they played. One of them who they recognized as the Morlock, Leech, stopped when he saw them. He waved at them causing Henry, Rogue, and even Rayna to wave back. The boy seemed to want to approach them, but one of his friends pulled him away.
“Woah…” Henry suddenly murmured seeing how…mutant this place was. It felt so…welcoming.
“It’s just like he said,” Rayna whispered as she too looked around. Gambit’s eyes snapped to look suspiciously at the Firebird, “Who? The Professor?”
As if noticing her blunder, the Firebird cleared her throat quietly before answering, “Uh… yeah…course…”
Rogue sensing the tension between the couple spoke up, “He did always used to say we’d have a place all our own one day.”
“More than a place, Rogue,” Diana said as she strolled around behind them greeting a few people with a small smile. Kurt appeared by her crouching on a barrel, “A home.”
Gambit still did not seem satisfied. When he saw the prices on some of the produce, he could not help but comment, “Daddy’s chargin’ pretty high rent…”
“Birthing a nation overnight is not without its share of stumbles,” Nightcrawler replied as he teleported over to the vendor who Remy had been eyeing. Rogue rolled her eyes and approached the vendor holding out some money Henry had handed her. The mutant took it with a soft smile. Her voice oozed with sarcasm as the southern belle commented, “Ignore him. Fly can’t help but ruin honey.”
Gambit huffed and crossed his arms as he looked around spotting the large statues of Professor X and Magneto, “Or maybe Gambit’s willin’ to ask questions no one else will. Like, why is Magneto suddenly mutant MVP?”
Ignoring the man’s grumbling, Henry quickly reached out taking Rogue’s hand in his right hand and Rayna’s in his left dragging them towards a street performance. Gambit watched with a sour expression as he watched Rayna talk quietly with Henry and Rogue who were standing a little too close. Something was wrong, and Rayna still had not told him what was up with her and Henry Chios. On top of the fact that Magneto seemed overly protective of the Firebird, an observation that Gambit was not been keen on. He had his suspicions, but he would not push. Seeing her begin to dance with Henry though, made a jealousy that was akin to Rayna’s flames begin to flicker in the Cajun’s chest.
“For a man named Gambit, your poker face is very poor,” Nightcrawler mused as he leaned against the taller man. Remy quickly (but gently) grabbed Kurt by his face pulling him away holding him down slightly, “Hey, mind your beeswax, furball! Didn’t go ringing for no priest!”
“You need one though,” Diana teased as she moved to stand on Gambit’s other side. The Cajun looked to her as he let Kurt go, “Don’t need no gothic bookworm neither!”
Diana rolled her eyes as she moved behind Gambit as Nightcrawler teleported to lean against Remy’s other side now. The elven priest commented as he looked at the Cajun, “It does not take a priest nor a ‘gothic bookworm’ to see that the Firebird’s heart burns for you.”
“I don’t think dat’s the burn she be lookin’ for,’ Gambit somberly replied as he watched Rayna with Rebel and Rogue. Henry’s hands were too close for Gambit’s comfort as he watched them dance. The pink haired woman noticed Gambit’s gaze smirking and waving at him before looking back at Henry as he leaned forward and said something to her. Her gaze returned to Rebel almost begrudgingly though something that Kurt and Diana seemed to take note of.
“Do you remember what I told you, Gambit? To give her some space but not too much?” Diana asked as she looked to the mutant man in question who was just staring at the Firebird with a look of such infatuation it was almost sad.
Kurt however found it comical as he laughed and patted Gambit on the shoulder, “You Americans! So theatrical! Life is violins und close-ups. I blame soap operas. Just marry the girl and be done.”
“Scoundrels like me, we don’t get no white picket reward. We too busy for love. Too busy sinnin’…” Gambit huffed as he brushed both of them off of him taking a step forward. Diana could hear the pain in the Cajun’s voice. It only made her heart ache.
“There is no love without sin…for love is best measured in what we forgive,” Nightcrawler mused as he smirked almost darkly at Remy who looked back at him before looking back to Rayna who was trying to get away from Henry and Rogue who had started to dance along with the street performance leaving Rayna to her own devices now.
Diana cast a glance in Kurt’s direction listening carefully to his words. It confused her how carefree he had said such a thing for a celibate priest. She looked away when his yellow eyes turned in her direction. The goth was overthinking what his words might have meant. A slight hope flickered in her chest. She pushed it down as she quickly moved to approach the trio near the street performance.
They needed to finish this tour…before Diana passed out from swooning…
Ramona stood back quietly as she listened to the painful interviews at hand. She rolled her eyes when Scott began to rant. Storming from the mansion, the Ghost Rider found herself in the gardens of the Institute. The blonde sighed heavily before finding a spot to sit down. Ultimately, she just laid down in the grass. A few memories came to mind as she lay there staring up at the bright blue sky.
Memories of her little sister giggling as their father twirled her around in the air. Memories of the sandwiches and pies that their mother would make for their picnics that they always had once a week during the spring, summer, and fall. Ramona sighed quietly as she sat up and looked around. The silence made her heart ache. At this age, she should be married…have a couple kids that would run around in a garden like this laughing and playing. All of that had been stolen though.
Ramona’s gloved left hand tentatively moved to touch the left side of her face. She did not blame Rayna not one bit. The phantom pain still lingered at times though. Those flickering flames haunted her dreams when she slept…
“Now what are ya doing over here?” the familiar voice of Logan asked as he approached the blonde. She huffed and glared at him having been startled by his sudden appearance. Wolverine chuckled at her jumpiness as he stood idly a few feet away from her.
Ramona rolled her eyes before extending her gloved left hand beckoning him closer. When he slowly moved over and sat down beside her, the blonde looked at him before gesturing to his face, “You wearing pretty pink lipgloss now?”
Logan’s eyes widened in horror at her observance. He quickly wiped his mouth off on his jacket sleeve as he grumbled, “Jean’s confused…girl kissed me…”
She laughed and shook her head looking down at her lap as her right hand fidgeted with the glove on her left hand, “Poor girl…can’t blame her for being confused though. The stuff that you’ve told me about…sounds like hell.”
“You can say that again,” Logan mumbled as he leaned back on his hands leaning his head back to stare up at the sky. He cast a glance in her direction though as he watched the blonde stare down at her hands. Sighing quietly, the feral mutant spoke, “Something’s on yer mind, blondie.”
Ramona huffed not appreciating his observation, “Can it. You know I don’t like to talk about my problems.”
Wolverine chuckled quietly always appreciating her lack of wanting to overshare and feel like she needed to be heard. Ramona had never been the typical woman. That was what drew Logan in. She was not like all the other women he knew especially not Jean. He never wanted to admit how attached he had grown to the Ghost Rider though. They both knew they were both too dangerous to try something.
Ramona sighed quietly before standing and looking down at the feral mutant. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it deciding against saying whatever was on her mind. The blonde looked up and around the garden before murmuring, “So my sister decided to go to that mutant nation?”
Logan knew Ramona did not mean it bad. She just sometimes had poor control over how her voice sounded. It commonly sounded like she may have hated mutants to those who did not know her very well. Those who did know her though knew she was only worried about the Firebird.
“She did…don’t know why,” Wolverine replied with a slight shrug as he got to his feet as well. He stared at Ramona who was at eye level with him a trait that always made him smirk.
The Ghost Rider did not say anything as she looked at the garden. Finally after a few minutes, she huffed, “I gotta go.”
Ramona attempted to turn and walk away, but Logan gently grabbed her arm making her stop and look at him. He gave her a look as if knowing something was wrong. Even if she never wanted to talk about what was bothering her, the feral mutant always knew she just needed someone to keep her grounded for awhile.
“Just stay a little longer. Quit listening to that spirit for a few hours. Stay here…with me?” he asked as the blonde just stared at him blankly. Ultimately, Ramona sat back down on the grass. She would stay…just to please the man beside her.
Alison stood silently beside Magneto in the doorway to the Interim Council. The Ink Demon took note of the individuals that made up this council. Her expression soured upon seeing two members of the Hellfire Club. A long time ago the Hellfire Club and the DCC had had major problems. Those problems had mainly been caused by Alison’s idiotic brother, Joey.
She took note of Moira who was sitting quietly. When Alison saw Banshee approaching though taking a seat next to the Scotswoman, the Ink Demon sighed quietly glad to see that the only human in the room who actually cared about mutants had someone who would protect her mainly from the Black King and White Queen.
Alison was not listening for several minutes until she heard Magneto speak up snapping her back to attention, “This concerns me and my X-Men, how?”
“We need a handsome jawline that begs trust and respect…a poster child king,” Emma Frost spoke up causing Alison to sour. She glared at the woman in white who glared back equally as hatefully.
Moira spoke up quickly trying to correct the psychic, “Careful, Miss Frost. Don’t go filling this man’s head with such notions.”
Alison tried to keep from snorting upon seeing the look that flashed across Frost’s face. Her amusement quickly faded though when the White Queen sneered, “Whose charitable idea was it to let a human be on the Council? Were no others available to weep over semantics?”
That did not go with Madelyne who quickly piped up sounding aggravated, “Moira’s a fierce ally to mutants! And we all agreed to Chancellor.”
“You eclectic social climbing fools wish for Magneto to rule Genosha? Very funny,” Alison asked sounding skeptical. Erik subtly poked the Ink Demon in the ribs causing her to shut her mouth and scowl. Magneto was obviously thinking about the offer though as he walked away from Alison who stood idly by the door still. She watched him with a cautious gaze. If she knew anything, he would accept this…under certain circumstances.
“One could argue, and many sadly do, that none of us would be here today were it not for you and your publicity stunt,” Emma Frost mused as she watched the Master of Magnetism with a smirk. Alison immediately glared at the White Queen not liking how the blonde had said that.
“Are there no others better tempered to stomach the squabble of human…diplomacy?” Erik quietly asked as he hung his head slightly.
“Well it’s definitely not your woman here,” Sebastian Shaw spoke up again. He eyed the Ink Demon with a look of disdain and twisted desire. Alison gave no mind to the Black King. She had had enough of him when she had been running the DCC. There was no use to try and even be civil with the man.
Magneto cast a glare at Shaw hearing what he had said about Alison. She was not just merely his “woman.” Alison was his right hand! And unknown to most, she was his wife.
“Charles be gone, Magneto…” Moira spoke up trying to pull the tension from the room, “And I may not like; but if Charles trusts you with his X-Men, he’d trust you with this…”
Alison sighed quietly and looked down at her shoes. The Ink Demon knew that Moira was right…this was something that Xavier would have wanted Erik to take over in his absence. There were so many variables though, and Alison could think of three right now…
Henry…Rogue…and Rayna…
And if Rayna had her way, Gambit would join them much to Alison and Erik’s chagrin. They wanted Rayna to get away from that man. He was not good for her…or so they thought.
Alison had lost concentration on the conversation again something she very rarely did. She was supposed to be the one with the business sense, but she was starting to slip. Alison was tired. Having lost so many people in her life…seeing all the children play in the streets of this wonderful haven…. It brought back memories for the Ink Demon. Some good. Some bad.
A loud chorus of voices pulled Alison from a particularly fond memory as she looked up to see everyone looking between Magneto and her. She stayed cool pretending that she had been listening.
“You want…what?” Frost quickly snapped glaring at the Master of Magnetism who glared back.
“I will become your Chancellor if Alison is allowed to join me as my aid,” he said obviously repeating something Alison had not heard. She merely stood there not at all shocked he had made that counter offer. What he said next shocked her though, “And for three to four of the X-Men to reside here as…heirs…”
“Rayna…don’t—” Alison attempted to speak but was interrupted by the loud shouts of an upset Firebird.
“NO! YOU WANT ME TO JOIN YOU?! AND WHAT? BE A PRINCESS?! I’M UNSTABLE ENOUGH AS IS! YOU WANT ME TO STAY HERE WHERE THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE?!”
Magneto was slowly becoming aggravated with the young woman’s attitude. He stood from the seat he had been sitting in and glowered at Rayna causing her to snap her mouth shut as she cowered slightly. Seeing her glare and cower made both Erik and Alison’s hearts ache. They did not like what had happened to the little girl that Alison had found on the streets all those years ago.
With a sigh, Magneto calmly spoke, “We are merely offering you a place with us. We do not want to make you do anything you do not want to. You’re too stubborn and independent to make do anything. We know that better than anyone. And you know we don’t fear you or your powers.”
“But I don’t want to leave what I have…I can’t!” the Firebird murmured as she stared back at the white haired man. He sighed and looked out the window not knowing how to answer. Alison spoke up taking over the conversation, “You love the thief, don’t you, Rayna?”
Rayna looked away from them both hanging her head. She knew the issues that Alison had with the Guild of Thieves that Remy had once been part of. Magneto just did not like the thought of his little girl being all grown up…falling in love with someone he did not approve of.
Alison sighed and stood moving to the pink haired pyrotechnic. She placed a hand on her adoptive daughter’s shoulder making the Firebird look to her, “I may not like him…but maybe he’s not as bad as the others. Make him an offer to join us just as we are offering you. Whatever he decides could help influence your decision.”
The Firebird stayed silent obviously indecisive. She wanted to stay with them, but a part of her wanted Gambit more than them. Looking away once more, Rayna whispered, “He can’t stay anywhere where I could hurt him…even if I care about him…. I don’t want anyone I care about to be near me anymore…”
Alison’s shoulders that had been tense drooped slightly hearing that whisper. She looked to Erik who looked just as shocked. He moved to stand near the two women placing a hand on each of their shoulders.
“Rayna…” Magneto murmured trying to get the young woman’s attention. She huffed though brushing them both off of her.
“I have never forgiven either of you for what you did to me,” she sneered changing the subject as she took a step back. Alison closed her eyes looking heart broken. Magneto merely looked away feeling shame and guilt flood through him.
Tentatively, the Master of Magnetism placed his hand back on Rayna’s shoulder, “We didn’t want to leave you. We just…”
“We thought we were keeping you safe…” Alison finished when Erik could not finish his statement. Rayna continued to keep her gaze averted. Her hands clenched into fists though as she tried to keep her emotions in check.
“It was the worst decision we ever made,” Magneto continued as he gently moved his hand from Rayna’s shoulder to carefully grab the Firebird’s chin, “I regret letting Joey keep you under his control during the most vulnerable part of your life.”
“I should have known better,” the Ink Demon whispered sounding shameful as she did not even look to the pink haired young woman.
“So what? You regret leaving me? Taking precious Henry instead?” Rayna snapped becoming defensive. They knew that was coming. Looking to each other before looking back at her, they made a silent agreement.
Magneto began, “Henry was an adult. He joined us willingly as any of the other mutants did.”
“As much as I hated it, I couldn’t tell him no. You though…I should have told you yes,” Alison continued as she gave the Firebird a tearful gaze, “You always have been stronger and braver than any of us. And if what you’ve told us is true, you’re more powerful too.”
Rayna looked at them flickering her gaze between them as she thought. She turned her eyes away out of stubborn defiance, but the Lehnsherrs knew they were breaking her walls down…again.
“I taught you how to control your powers, little bird. If your powers are becoming more powerful, I will do everything in my power to help you again,” Erik softly said as he watched Rayna carefully.
They stood there for several long minutes as the Firebird thought their words over. She knew that deep down they were the only ones she trusted with her dangerous powers. They could keep her under control better than anyone ever had been able to. Gambit had slowly started to be that person though. So many times on missions when her flames had started to grow too strong, Remy always was there shouting at her distracting her from the panic and anxiety of the moment.
“I’ll join you…only if Gambit can join with me,” the Firebird finally countered as she looked at them again. The couple looked at her nodding curtly understanding why she wanted that. They did not like it; but if they could bring her back to their care, they would take it any way they could.
“Deal,” Alison agreed as she clamped a hand on Rayna’s shoulder. Magneto nodded in agreement.
Rayna would make one of two choices now…join them…or stay with the thief…
“And what about Henry and Anna?” Rayna quietly asked looking between the couple who had raised her. Alison sighed quietly casting a glance to her husband before returning her eyes to the Firebird, “They’ve made the decision to stay…”
Rayna nodded as her eyes turned to look in the direction of the door. A sigh came from Magneto as he murmured, “Quit being stubborn, Rayna. Either you go patch things up with that man of yours, or you’ll feel lost for a long time. Tell him the truth…about everything. Like I told you to do a few days ago.”
She looked at her adoptive father then to her adoptive mother before nodding slightly. Slowly, she moved to the door but stopped once her hand gripped the door handle. Rayna’s lime green gaze turned to the Lehnsherrs as she contemplated asking something. Alison noticing this desire to question something spoke up, “Ask your question, little one.”
“What will you do if Remy does choose to join me?”
“We’ll be cordial…welcome him as best we can. Then get used to him being…more than a coworker,” Erik replied almost strained causing the Firebird to scoff slightly. Her scoff was more out of amusement than aggravation though.
Before any more words could be shared, Rayna quickly left the room rushing down the hall to get to Gambit’s quarters where he had been for the past few hours. She knew he was getting ready for the gala. Fear and panic gripped at the pyrotechnic’s heart as she approached the door.
Rayna stood at Gambit’s door for several minutes hyping herself up. A part of her knew how difficult of a conversation this would be though.
“Rem? Are you in there?” Rayna muttered while standing outside Gambit’s door with her hands in her vest pockets. She had not heard any noise come from inside for several minutes and had started to grow worried. Knocking weakly one more time and hearing no response, Rayna cautiously reached for the doorknob twisting it. The door clicked signifying it was unlocked as if he had hoped she would show up.
“Knock knock?” she called out as she entered the room. It was large much larger than a simple room for a few days should be. Rayna’s gaze immediately landed on Gambit who was straightening his bowtie as he looked in a mirror. He was dressed in a crisp white suit with a purple scarf draped over his shoulders. The Firebird had to stop for a moment as she stared at him with wide eyes. He looked good.
As if feeling her stare, Remy turned to look at her. He eyed her for a second obviously thinking about whether he should talk to her or not. She was in his room though. He did not want to seem rude so he greeted her, “Wasn’t expectin’ a lady caller…”
The expression that crossed Rayna’s face though caused Gambit to pause. His brow furrowed as his frustration with her disappeared in a few mere seconds. Remy was at her side in an instant as she looked away from him. Guilt written all over her features.
“Pigeon? What’s wrong?” Gambit asked as he gently grabbed her arm, “Ray?”
Rayna’s shoulders drooped and the grip on her vest pocket tightened as something crashed down on her as she realized how little she had told him. Gambit knew little to nothing about the real Rayna Vur.
“Sit…I have something I need to explain to you,” the pink haired pyrotechnic whispered as she looked at him. He nodded curtly as he moved to sit down in one of the chairs in front of the large fireplace of his room. Rayna followed close behind him kneeling down beside his chair. She was silent for several long uncomfortable moments unsure what to say…how to approach this.
Gambit looked to her expectantly for a moment before looking away out of frustration. He reached into his jacket pulling out a deck of cards beginning to fidget with them. A quiet sigh passed Rayna’s lips as she decided to be blunt.
“I…never have told you about my past…”
Remy turned his gaze to her as his hands stilled their movements.
“When I was seven, I had a nightmare…. All I saw were flames…all I could hear were screams…”
Gambit’s brow furrowed at her words. He was confused but knew that she needed to tell this story herself without any of his interference.
“It wasn’t a dream…it was real…. My powers came to me in the night. I thought it was just a bad dream…until I knew it wasn’t…”
He watched her as she lifted her gaze to meet his.
“My parents were screaming as they tried to reach my room…and Ramona’s…that scar she has…that was my fault. In my frightened state, I couldn’t get those flames to stop. They just kept going until they turned into a vibrant green. That’s why I’ve always hated my powers…”
Remy’s heart ached hearing her story. He had never expected this strong young woman to have such a broken past.
“For the longest time, I thought I was the only one to survive that fire. I ran the streets of New York City for an entire year. I was a thief…stealing food so I could survive…burning buildings to try and figure out how to control this curse of mine…”
His heart broke even more. They were more alike than he had ever expected.
“When I was eight…I was found…. I was taken in by a very kind woman…Alison Chios.”
Gambit’s breath hitched in his throat. He could not help but murmur, “You’re…”
Rayna nodded, “My legal name is Rayna Chios-Lehnsherr…I just have always gone by Vur to both spite them and remember my real parents.”
The expression on Gambit’s face was hard to read. He did not know how to react to such life altering information. His gaze pulled from hers for a moment before returning, “But Rebel…”
“He’s my adoptive cousin…or in our case, my chosen brother…he’s the same age as Ramona…. Henry was there when I mourned her before we knew she was alive. He…He’s been trying to help me…”
“Help you?”
“My powers…I’ve been having…problems…”
Problems?! Why hadn’t she said anything?
“You been havin’ problems and haven’t said…anythin’?!” Gambit exclaimed betrayal evident in his voice. He stared at her with wide eyes before looking away and returning his shuffling of his cards.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Remy!” Rayna snapped as she stood and stared down at him. He ignored her though as he flicked a few cards into the fireplace. She grit her teeth running her hands through her hair trying to keep from losing her cool.
“Gambit has a feeling that…the Ink Demon offered you somethin’…” he coolly spoke causing the Firebird to snap her gaze to him again. Rayna sighed exasperatedly.
“I can’t control my powers! Do you want me to accidentally hurt you?! I can’t live with myself knowing that’s a possibility!”
Gambit harshly threw one final card into the fire before standing and looking at her, “And I can’t help? Am I not good enough?!”
Rayna stalled. She stared at him trying not to lose it. There was no need to. The Firebird could see the hurt in those red on black eyes that she loved so much…loved…. A concept she had not even considered.
“I’m trying to keep you safe…” she whispered.
“Why? Why do you feel so compelled to keep me safe? It’s not like ya ever wanted to before!”
Rayna grit her teeth before quickly growling out, “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT!”
Both froze upon hearing her words. She had not meant to say that…not yet…
“Rayna…” he whispered hoarsely. She shook her head though; and before he could reach out and grab her, Rayna fled from the room…just like a flighting bird…
“Diana?! Have you seen my slip?!”
“No? Why do you need your slip? That dress doesn’t need one!”
“I was just wondering where it was cause it’s not in my drawers!”
“Did you ask Sev?”
“No. SEV! DO YOU HAVE MY SLIP?!”
Diana, Madelyne, and Sev were currently getting ready for the gala to welcome Magneto and the Ink Demon. The trio had been hollering at each other asking to borrow something or get a second opinion. Madelyne was having the most trouble since she had not really picked something out. Diana and Sev were picking at their red headed sister relentlessly. It was all in good fun though.
“I have it!” Sev shouted from her room in the girl’s shared apartment.
“Why do you have it?” Madelyne asked as she poked her head out from her room looking down the small hall.
“I don’t like how this material feels,” the blonde replied as she poked her own head around the corner of her room’s doorframe. Their eyes met, and Madelyne nodded in understanding. Both Maddie and Diana knew that Sev had many sensitivities especially when it came to fabrics of her clothing.
“Alright. Just checking!” the red head replied before retreating back into her room.
Diana peeked out now seeing that both women had returned to their rooms. She looked down the hall that led to the living room and kitchen of the apartment before quickly and quietly making her way out there. The goth had left her satchel on the couch. Quickly snatching it up, she retreated to her room once more while digging through it. Rayna had brought something with her that Diana had forgotten when she had left the mansion. A pair of earrings that the Professor had given her on her sixteenth birthday.
Upon retrieving the case from her bag, Diana sat down behind her vanity again opening the jewelry box gingerly. The earrings were not anything too spectacular, but they held great meaning to her. If this was going to be a gala to remember the past and celebrate the future, what better way than to remember her father figure.
Diana gently pulled out a pair of twin bats. Nothing extravagant just simplistic charm. She stared at them for a moment before sighing quietly. Why did he have to go? Why did Gyrich have to be so impulsive and hate-driven? She would never understand.
“Diana?” Sev’s voice gently called from the goth’s doorway startling her. Her blue on black eyes met the blue eyes that stared back unsure. Diana looked to her sister’s dress knowing Seven was silently asking what the goth thought about it.
With a gentle smile, the goth spoke, “You look beautiful, Sev.”
Seven smiled happily at Diana’s words before quickly moving to Madelyne’s room asking the same question. Diana chuckled softly before quickly putting her earrings on and standing to go to her red headed sister’s room. The pair of clones inside were already laughing and dancing playfully. It was a welcome sight to Diana. She liked seeing them both able to enjoy themselves and be themselves.
“Come on, you two,” the shadow manipulator said as she beckoned her sisters, “We should get going.”
“You just wanna see that little priest of yours,” Madelyne mused as she gave Diana a knowing look. The goth shot the red head a glare before turning and moving to the front of the apartment.
“No comment?” Sev teased as she quickly followed after her black haired sister. Madelyne quickly trailed behind the blonde as they both tugged their shoes on.
“Absolutely not,” Diana snapped defensively as she quietly put her own shoes on. The clones snickered at their gothic sister’s defensiveness. They knew how much of a soft spot the shadow manipulator had for the elven priest. A part of them both felt bad though knowing how Diana would not get a happy ending with that man…his celibacy would keep him from ever getting a romantic happy ending. Madelyne had a sneaking suspicion though. She saw the way that the Nightcrawler looked at Diana. It was obvious he was fighting some feelings.
“Alright that’s enough,” the psychic mused as she tried to stifle her giggles. The three young women soon left their apartment and moved to the gala hall.
So many people both mutant and human bustled about the gala. Some looked uncomfortable in the setting while others looked overjoyed to be at such an extravagant event. Diana had taken to a corner with Seven keeping her company. Madelyne was wandering around the gala greeting people and socializing. That was the part of her that resembled Jean most anymore.
Magneto stood with Sebastian Shaw and Emma Frost speaking with them cordially. He held a glass of champagne in hand as he silently waited for his wife to make her appearance. His eyes watched Rebel and Rogue as they danced on the dance floor talking and laughing quietly.
Rayna was no where to be found leaving Gambit to sit at the bar and drink. The Cajun looked especially unhappy from the fight that he and his Firebird had had. He hoped she would show up whether it be just to snub him or let him in. Remy would take either at this point. He just wanted to see her. Their conversation had ended long before it should have. Gambit did not want to join whatever was going on, but it did not mean that he wanted Rayna to join them just to spite him. He knew how she worked…sometimes better than she herself did.
“Now what are two beautiful young women doing over here sulking?” Kurt asked as he approached Sev and Diana who had taken up standing in their shadowed corner. Diana had nearly choked on her own spit when the Nightcrawler approached them. Seven quickly greeted him happily, “Hi Kurt!”
He chuckled and greeted Sev in return. Kurt’s attention turned to Diana though as he subtly looked her over. Perhaps a priest should not do such a thing, but something about Diana always made him want to break those vows of his. He tried not to stare at the split in Diana’s dress. That was the most of her skin he had ever seen though. Quietly clearing his throat, Kurt quickly prayed a silent prayer to help him keep from possibly doing something sinful.
“Fräulein Essex,” the elven priest spoke softly to Diana calling her the correct surname this time. She smiled at him noticing how he had remembered this time.
“That’s good,” Diana commented. Sev rolled her eyes before gently hitting her sister on the arm as she started to walk away, “I’m going to go find Madelyne. Behave.”
Hearing the way Seven said “behave,” Diana swallowed thickly before looking to Kurt again. She really did not know what to say so she merely looked away from him and to the small dance floor that had been set up.
“You know…” Kurt spoke up as he looked over to the dance floor as well, “A priest can dance…and a pretty young woman like you should be dancing not hiding in a corner.”
Diana huffed and rolled her eyes. Her cheeks warmed slightly as she crossed her arms. With a sigh, the goth looked back at him again commenting, “You sure about that? I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”
Kurt chuckled before offering a three fingered hand to her. She stared at it for a moment before sighing as she carefully placed her hand in his. He hummed happily in approval feeling butterflies flurry in his stomach.
As Nightcrawler led Diana to the dance floor and began to (respectfully) dance with the goth, the doors of the gala opened revealing Alison Chios. The horned woman was standing confidently as she surveyed the room. Her dress was very befitting of her. Alison wore a tight fitting black dress that displayed some of her inky skin. The Ink Demon spotted Magneto across the room and quickly moved to him.
Alison whispered something in Erik’s ear causing him to listen carefully. His expression hardened hearing what his wife whispered. He looked around for the Firebird sympathetically. Upon spotting the other individual who he had been looking for, the Master of Magnetism subtly gestured in Gambit’s direction whispering something to his wife who looked in the same direction. A glare crossed her features before she sighed.
“Something wrong, Magneto?” Shaw asked quirking a brow at the hushed conversation between the Lehnsherrs. Alison quickly piped up sneering coolly at the Black King, “Everything is and will be fine. As long as you keep your mouth shut and don’t make me mad.”
Shaw chuckled darkly as he took a sip from his drink and snarking, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”
The use of the term of endearment made the Ink Demon fume. She had had her problems with the Hellfire Club in the past, and it seemed those problems were still prevalent in her mind. Before Alison could say something harsh in return, Val Cooper approached calling to Magneto and the Ink Demon.
Rayna was not at the gala. She sat on the roof of the building overlooking the city that Genosha had become. Everything in her told her to stay here where she could not hurt the man she loved so much. Something else in her told her to let him help instead…quit relying on Alison and Erik when she could not handle what she had been cursed with. She needed more in her life than them.
The breeze flowed through her long pink hair. She had cut out some purple that had mixed in almost like someone’s hair would go white from stress. Something that had started to become a common trait. Rayna did not want to change. It was something she feared more than anything. That was why she feared letting people close.
Henry and Rogue were dancing and talking quietly. Even though the couple had agreed to stay on Genosha to help lead, they felt guilty realizing how hard of a decision this was for Rayna. Henry was used to his chosen sister’s defiance and stubborn nature, but this was different.
“I missed her for so many years…and now she’s having to make a life altering decision that might either reunite us or drive us further apart…” he suddenly whispered capturing his dance partner’s attention.
“Oh sugah,” Rogue cooed as she moved her hand that rested on his shoulder to gently caress his cheek, “This isn’t your fault, hon…”
“But what if it is, Anna?” Henry gently asked as he moved himself and Rogue off the dance floor. The couple found a small table to sit down at. With a quiet sigh, the infamous Rebel looked down to his lap. He had caused this turmoil in his sister’s life. This was his fault.
“Henry,” Rogue spoke up noticing how Henry was acting. He did not look at her knowing her expression would be one of scolding. This was not his fault.
“I shouldn’t have tried to help her…” he murmured lifting his hands to run through his hair, “You weren’t there…Gambit was ready to knock me into next year when he found us in the Danger Room. Now…she’s not here…I drove a wall between them…”
“Henry,” Rogue repeated much more commanding this time causing his eyes to turn to look at her. Once his big brown eyes met hers, Anna sighed quietly, “Ya’know. Remy tried to get with me when I first joined the X-Men. After Rayna came along though, you know what happened?”
Henry shook his head.
“He almost had a heart attack when he first saw that head of bright pink hair. Man admitted to me more than once how much he wanted to grab it,” she replied shrugging slightly as she smiled almost fondly. Rogue’s eyes spotted Gambit sitting at the bar. Her dark green eyes returned to Henry, “You should go have a talk with him…like any good older brother would to his lil sister’s suitor.”
Henry sat there quietly. He still felt horrible. He always did tend to get Rayna into more trouble than she herself could find sometimes. His gaze lifted to stare at the back of Gambit’s head.
“I can’t…he hates me…would not trust me if I talked to him…”
“Now why do you believe that? I know that overgrown swamp rat. He cares more ‘bout Rayna than he’s willin’ to admit.”
The youngest Chios sighed heavily as he looked to Rogue. His eyes turned away seeing the look on her face. Henry looked to where Anna had been watching their Cajun coworker at the bar. Rebel sighed lifting a hand and running it over his slicked back hair.
“And what would I say?” Henry huffed. Rogue hummed quietly knowing he was struggling to make a decision. Ultimately, she replied, “Just talk to ‘im.”
Gambit sat the bar on the other side of gala. He was attempting to drown his sorrows in alcohol a habit he had grown too accustomed to. His eyes left the shelf of liquor bottles when someone sat down beside him. Although the Rebel was thinking about approaching him, the Cajun was surprised to see the blonde that Diana had claimed was her sister take a seat beside him.
“You’re hurting,” Seven said as she watched him. Gambit huffed and looked away from this blonde haired clone. He did not answer right away not wanting to have someone pity him.
“You’re hurting,” she repeated trying to garner a response from him. Remy sighed and looked to Sev with an unhappy expression.
“Ya sound surprised, petite,” he coolly replied. He did not want anyone around right now. He just wanted to be alone…drown his sorrows…
“Why say that? I sense it. I know what you’re thinking,” she answered gesturing to the bartender for another drink for the Cajun who seemed pleased by that at least. With a sigh, Seven looked from Gambit in the direction she had sensed Rayna…sitting on the roof of the building overlooking the gala hall.
Hearing her words, Remy looked to her with a furrowed brow, “You…”
“I’m a psychic…like Maddie…like Jean…like Charles Xavier…” she said looking to him knowing he was confused, “I don’t know what I am…but I know…that I’m more than what I was created to be…”
“She’s a clone. Like me,” Madelyne spoked up startling Gambit who jolted as he looked over to her. The red head ordered a drink and looked to Remy saluting him with her glass, “Here’s to our dashing Cajun.”
Seven rolled her eyes, “That is not going to help, Madelyne! Can’t you tell he’s hurting?”
“Oh I can tell. He needs to suck it up. I never figured Rayna to be one who would stick around,” Madelyne mused with a shrug of her shoulders as she raised her glass to her lips. Gambit’s shoulders dropped hearing the red headed clone speak. His heart squeezed in his chest. Was what she said…true? Did Rayna really just string him along?
“Don’t listen to her,” Sev piped up placing a hand on his arm causing him to look at her, “Look…don’t listen to those nasty thoughts in your head. Listen to that heart of yours instead.”
Gambit stared at Seven for a moment. His brow furrowed as he thought about she said. The Cajun sighed and looked at his glass.
“I know Diana told you…that Miss Vur needed space…but I think my sister was wrong,” Sev murmured watching him, “Rayna needs someone that she knows she can trust…that isn’t the people who have made you drift apart…”
Gambit sat quietly as he thought about what Seven said. He took a deep, shaky breath before slowly standing. He needed to talk to her. Rayna would not come to him out of her stubbornness, but Remy could go to her.
“You read his mind,” Madelyne said looking to her blonde sister who merely smiled softly as she watched the Cajun begin to leave the gala in search of his flamey love.
“No…I’m just observant…” Seven mused as she watched Gambit as well, “I’ve wondered if it’s something I inherited from my original…”
Madelyne hummed as she finished off her drink setting the glass on the bar as she watched the people in the gala. She smiled softly to herself seeing Diana dancing with Kurt a wide, joyful grin on the goth’s face. Something…suddenly seemed very off though.
Seven looked to her sister as if sensing the sudden turmoil in the red head’s mind.
“Maddie?” the blonde whispered as she tentatively reached out to Madelyne who suddenly looked out of the large bay windows of the gala building.
A loud gasp came from Sev as she saw the explosion in the distance. She froze unable to stop Madelyne from leaving the bar to go outside and see the explosion better.
It took all of thirty seconds for destruction to suddenly crash down on the once peaceful island.
Screaming suddenly resonated throughout the streets of Genosha. The people in the gala tried to look out the windows. A bright green light and loud crashing could be heard until the glass of the gala hall shattered.
Panic set in as a large Sentinel like being emerged from the ground. Rayna stared at it with wide eyes. She immediately looked to the gala hall feeling her heart begin to beat frantically. Everyone she cared about was inside that building.
The Firebird stalled though. A wave of heat passed over her body causing her to freeze out of fear. Rayna grit her teeth though. She looked down to her hands as that purple flame she had grown to fear began to flicker at the fingertips.
Many of the people under the gala rubble began to awaken from their unconscious states. Diana was one of the first as she pushed rubble off of her body sitting up to look around. Fear gripped at her heart when she did not see Kurt…nor her sisters…
“Diana!” she heard someone shout. Her gaze immediately turned to see the Nightcrawler teleporting closer. He immediately dropped to his knees when he was close enough. Reaching out to help her up, Kurt teleported her away from the crumbling gala hall. They reappeared on the roof of a neighboring building.
“Stay here,” he whispered before disappearing in a puff of purple smoke. Diana quickly scrambled to her feet staring at the Sentinel like death machine as it began to approach them.
“What…”
A large blast came from the machine before a familiar popping sound pulled her attention from the large Sentinel. Rogue and Henry stood before her now, but Diana’s attention immediately took note of Nightcrawler as he was flung back across the roof. She gasped loudly before shouting his name as she rushed to his side. Rogue followed close behind.
“Diana?” the southern belle choked not daring to try and touch her brother. Diana sighed in relief as she replied, “He’s alive…”
A sigh fell from Rogue’s lips as well. Diana looked away from the Nightcrawler after situating him in a more comfortable position. She stood and turned to view the horror before her and her fellow X-Men.
Sudden swearing in Alison’s voice pulled the trio away from their staring. Henry immediately moved to his aunt’s side as she flailed out of her inken form. She was screaming and shouting in anger as she got to her feet shoving her nephew away. The Ink Demon moved to stand between Diana and Rogue watching the Sentinel with a murderous glare. She looked more angry than Henry or Rogue had ever seen her.
“Alison…what do we do?” Diana whispered looking to the Ink Demon who grit her teeth. Alison snapped her gaze to the goth pointing a finger as she spoke firmly, “You stay here. I promised your mother that I wouldn’t let anything happen to any of her children.”
Diana’s brow furrowed hearing Alison’s words. The Ink Demon had said something about knowing her mother before, but the way she had said that almost sounded as if…
“Wha—?…you’re hiding something,” the goth murmured causing the Ink Demon to stiffen as she realized that had slipped from her lips. Alison sighed in aggravation before taking a step closer to Diana whispering, “I also promised your mother to keep her eldest a secret…even from you.”
Diana felt her heart quicken. She had a sibling…supposedly older than her…probably from a different father by how Alison was talking…
“Tell me…”
“We don’t have time!”
“I don’t care! You can’t just drop that and not explain!”
Alison sighed heavily and looked away from the younger woman. She had messed up. In the heat of the moment, she had broken a promise…. Diana needed to know though.
“Henry!” Alison shouted pulling her nephew’s attention to her. The goth who stood beside the Ink Demon noticeably stiffened.
“Yeah?” Rebel asked as he approached. Diana stared at him with wide eyes. He took notice of the goth’s gaze furrowing his brow in confusion, “What’s going on?”
“Something I should have told you a long time ago…both of you…”
In the debris of the gala hall, Rayna was rushing through it directing civilians as best as she could. She was looking for her people though. Coughing caused the Firebird to look in a certain direction. With a slight gasp, Rayna was at Magneto’s side in a second. Sure he had blown the debris off of himself, but the Firebird still worried.
“Mags!” she shouted as she reached his side. He looked to her with wide eyes. Worry was evident in his features as he reached out grasping his adoptive daughter by the shoulders giving her a once over to see if she was ok. He sighed when he saw she was ok. His eyes immediately scanned the area obviously searching for his wife.
“Have you seen your mother?” Erik asked looking back to the Firebird. She shook her head looking around as well, “No…I-I haven’t seen her…”
The quiver in her voice made Magneto pause. He clasped Rayna by the shoulder trying to ground her, “He’s ok, little bird. He’s capable.”
Rayna looked to her adoptive father for a moment. She nodded curtly before suddenly turning lifting her hands as a large chunk of a nearby building plummeted towards them. Magneto had not even noticed but was proud that Rayna had.
However, the heat shield caused him to pause. His brow furrowed upon seeing that it was not the usual vibrant green but instead a violent purple. Before Magneto could ask, Rayna reached out grabbing him by the wrist dragging him away from the scene. He followed willingly until he had to grab her by the waist and pull her out of the way of one of the Sentinels that had begun to roam the city.
Before Erik could try and defeat it, a familiar ink black creature tore the Sentinel apart. Magneto quickly spotted his Ink Demon with a wickedly angry expression as she released her demonic looking form standing not far from where he and Rayna were. He called to her causing that anger to disappear from her face as she turned to look in his direction.
“There you are!” Alison snapped as she approached Erik. His expression held relief until he flinched as the Ink Demon hit him on the shoulder as hard as she dared. Magneto chuckled quietly at his wife’s antics.
“I should throttle you for making me worry!” she huffed before softening when she saw Rayna. Alison immediately reached out wrapping the Firebird in a tight hug, “There you are!”
Rayna hugged her adoptive mother back relieved to see the Ink Demon safe as well. Pushing away from the Firebird, Alison looked around before turning and whistling. Henry, Rogue, Diana, and Gambit approached. When Rayna’s eyes landed on Remy, she was clinging to him in only a matter of moments. He did not hesitate to wrap his arms around her in return.
“There ya are…ya ok…” he whispered sounding relieved. Rayna sighed quietly before quickly putting a short distance between them knowing Magneto would be looking on with disapproval. Rayna was right, but Alison did not let Erik stare at the Firebird for long as the Ink Demon turned her attention to her husband.
“Did you see it?” The Ink Demon asked. Magneto looked to his wife nodding curtly, “I did. It’s Sentinel technology, but…this is on a different scale.”
“It’s some kinda vile Godzilla Sentinel,” Remy spoke up staring at the Lehnsherrs. They looked to him listening to him, “You go at it, ya end up dead. Can’t even dent it…. We’re tryna evacuate folks, but…the Morlocks…they stuck in the bay…. Right under its belly…there’s no way to ‘em.”
Alison’s expression hardened as she looked to Magneto who turned to her. She spoke firmly, “A promise was made.”
Magneto looked to the group before him as he began to bark orders, “I will draw its fire away from the gardens. Rogue and Diana will clear a path for Gambit and Rebel to the Morlocks. Rayna and Alison…I need you two to save as many as you can.”
With a plan in place (despite how much Alison wanted to scream at him for making her not able to help), the group began to part ways Magneto’s parting words echoing in their minds…
We shall not live our days wondering if we could have saved more.
“Ya know…never much cared fo’ roulette,” Gambit commented as he ran through the streets with Henry on his heels.
“I know the feeling,” the Rebel agreed before stopping in his tracks spotting a couple of motorcycles. He whistled catching the Cajun’s attention, “Lookie lookie!”
Gambit chuckled seeing the set of motorcycles before sneering playfully, “I get the pink one.”
Henry smirked slightly, “Is that a jab about my sister?”
“Maybe,” Remy mused throwing the youngest Chios a glare, “She still mine.”
“I know. I know. She’s happy. Couldn’t ask for anything better for her,” Henry replied lifting his hands in surrender as he reached for a green motorbike, “Plus. My eyes are more on Anna anyway.”
Gambit’s gaze snapped to look at Rebel, “Rogue? Really?”
“Yeah! You’d be shocked how far you can get with that girl when you can touch her.”
A smirk twisted onto Remy’s features. He did not say anything else as they started their found motorcycles and zoomed off.
Not far from them, Rogue and Diana were following. The southern belle had a disadvantage to the goth, or so it seemed.
“You sure you can keep up, hon?” Rogue quietly asked Diana who nodded slightly.
“I can keep up,” she replied before dissipating into the shadows. Rogue laughed quietly before flying off after the boys on their cycles.
A distance behind them, Alison and Rayna were directing people to the gardens. They hated it wanting to be in on the action, but this was still an important job. Alison was on edge though. She had no power here. The ink machine she had requested be built under the city had not even been approved. She was high and dry without any form of power. Rayna however was starting to feel far too warm. Usually, heat did not bother her. Something about what was happening though…it felt as if something was awakening deep in her mutation.
Loud explosions in the distance pulled mother and daughter from their task. They looked to each other before quickly moving in the direction of the noises. The others needed help.
Gambit and Rebel had found the Morlocks just in time. A Sentinel head had somehow been knocked into the Morlocks’ hiding spot but was quickly destroyed by Gambit who threw a few charged cards at it. Henry smiled seeing the small green boy who his aunt had told him about.
“Kindly follow us,” Gambit said snapping Rebel from his sudden daze. Henry gestured for the Morlocks to follow. However, a harsh explosion from a nearby car made them stop and duck slightly.
What Henry saw made him pause. Magneto was slowly being worn down. He was bleeding from several different wounds. His clothes were torn. Henry attempted to move to his uncle’s side to help, but someone grabbed him roughly.
“Don’t!” Rogue exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around Henry’s middle tugging him to a side alley. He tried to get away, but she was stronger than him.
Shadows wrapped around him to keep him held back. Henry’s gaze looked to Diana who appeared from the shadows. She averted her gaze not wanting to see the pleading look in Henry’s eyes.
Gambit had been thrown back. A pair of hands reached out to help him up to his feet. He looked seeing the Firebird behind him. She was watching the scene with a look of terror in her lime green eyes. The Cajun’s heart ached noting the panic on his pigeon’s face.
“MAGS!” Rayna loudly exclaimed as she tried to get to her adoptive father. Just then, the large beast of a Sentinel shot a blast at him.
Rayna was flung back. Gambit reached out to her grabbing her in his arms holding her close. She struggled and shouted as she tried to break free. Large pieces of metal suddenly began to wrap around the Firebird and Gambit.
“Dad! Please! Don’t do this!” Rayna screamed as she tried to break away from the metal that held her down. Gambit could sense the pain in her voice as he tried to soothe her, “He’s tryna protect ya, pigeon!”
Erik stared at the familiar lime green eyes that he had grown to adore. His little girl…
She had finally called him her father…
The only thing on his mind was how sorry he felt for everything. He had never said how much he loved her…. Alison always told him it was the main reason why Rayna was so defiant against him. He understood now.
Alison…his beloved Alison…
She had given him a second chance when no one else even dared. After being defeated by Xavier, Alison had helped get him back on his feet…shown him that he could be worth more than just a mutant rights terrorist. He could fight for those he cared for…
Henry…Alison’s nephew…their son for all intents and purposes…
Erik had taught him so much. And although Magneto had always had high expectations for him considering who Henry’s father was, the young man had proved to be so much more than his father ever had been. Magneto had never told him how proud he was of Henry…
Rayna’s voice pulled him from his thoughts though. He looked to her one more time before looking to the young boy, Leech, who clung to him.
“Hab kiene angst…”
The next few moments were quick. Once the Master-Mold turned away from where Magneto and the Morlocks had once been, a loud crash could be heard as the metal around Rayna and Gambit broke away. The Firebird kneeled in the dirt for a moment as she grit her teeth heaving breathes. Her rage overwhelmed her as hot, angry tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks.
“Ray?” Gambit whispered as he watched her. Her rage was changing her. Rayna’s once vibrant pink hair was starting to streak with purple. The temperature rose dramatically as she suddenly erupted into bright purple flames. Gambit stumbled back falling back on his rear as he lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the fire.
His breath hitched when he saw her suddenly zoom off in flight. Gambit quickly scrambled to his feet looking around. He had to find a way to stop her before she got killed herself. Spotting his pink motorcycle, Remy quickly moved over to it.
Rayna was consumed by her rage. She was not even aware of what she was doing. The only thought running her mind right now was revenge…
Her attention was suddenly diverted though when she heard the roar of a motor. Before she could register what was happening, she was blown out of the Master-Mold’s eye just as it shot a blast right where she had been. Rayna’s consciousness slipped away as her back hit the ground. She was buried beneath the debris caused by the motorcycle’s explosion.
Someone immediately tried to dig her out though. The Ink Demon had been standing on the other side of Magneto’s sacrifice. He had not seen her, but she heard those final words he had spoken. A pair of young ink covered hands attempted to help her dig Rayna out of the rubble.
“Here, Miss Chios!” Leech quietly said as he found Rayna. Alison immediately began to dig in the spot that the young mutant was.
“Rayna?” Alison whispered when she spotted her adoptive daughter, “Rayna? Come on, girl…. Don’t you dare die on me too!’
“Ma?” The Firebird choked as she returned to consciousness. Her eyes widened when she suddenly spotted a sight over Alison’s and Leech’s shoulders more horrifying than anything she had ever seen. Alison looked over her shoulder and gasped when she saw the figure of Gambit being held up by the Master-Mold. Rayna attempted to try and get to her feet, but the Ink Demon stopped her, “No no no…stop…don’t try it…”
A vibrant pink began to glow over the area though. Rayna made a noise of both pain and fear as she continued to try and get away from her adoptive mother. The Ink Demon was stronger though keeping her held down.
Seeing that vibrant pink gave her pause. Alison moved to shield Leech and Rayna from the impending blast that was. When the explosion occurred though, a loud scream rang out from nearby. Debris never hit Alison. Instead, the sound of shrapnel hitting flesh echoed in the Ink Demon’s ears. That was when she recognized that scream…Rogue…
A bright light resonated behind Alison before it disappeared as the sound of a body hitting the ground rang in the Ink Demon’s ears. She slowly looked over her shoulder with already watering eyes. There bleeding out on the ground was her nephew…her precious Henry. Alison made a noise between a pained shriek and sobbing gasp. She turned away from Rayna and Leech moving to cradle a bleeding Rebel in her arms.
“No no no no no…don’t do this, Henry. Please!” she sobbed as she gingerly caressed his hair. Henry was choking quietly as he stared up at his aunt. With a broken smile, he whispered, “It’s ok, Ali…it’s all going to be ok…I’ll tell Boris hi for you…”
Rogue was at his side as soon as Alison had grasped him. Her hands were shaking as she tried to reach out to him. His gaze turning to her caused the southern belle to choke out a broken sob, “Sugah…”
Henry lifted a hand and ran his knuckles over her cheek as he whispered, “Don’t cry, skunk…I’ll be ok…”
He inhaled a shaky breath though as his movements stilled and his hand fell from Rogue’s cheek. Rogue shuttered out a loud broken sob as she gripped a hold of Henry’s jacket and placed her head against his still chest.
Rayna was glued to the crater that now resided in the middle of the city of Genosha. Even though Leech tried to calm her and keep her seated, the Firebird scrambled to her feet and stumbled over to the smoldering crater. Her movements stopped when she reached the edge. She stood there for a moment before slowly staggering to the unmoving figure in the pit.
Her knees hit the ground just a few feet from the body. She did not even feel the tears fall from her eyes as she scrambled closer. Reaching out with shaking hands, the Firebird cradled the limp form of Gambit.
A small group of had gathered at the top of the crater watching the Firebird as she wailed. Diana was trying her hardest not to start crying as well; but when she felt the familiar touch of Kurt’s hand on her shoulder, she broke down moving to curl up against the Nightcrawler’s chest. He held her close soothing her as best he could.
No one could soothe the heartbroken Firebird as she kneeled in the dirt sobbing over the man she had pushed away. She was too late. There was nothing she could do now…everything she wanted to tell him now was lost on her tongue as the world around her shattered.
“Sharkie…don’t leave me too…!”
Alison kneeled not far away from either of them. Rogue near her as she sobbed over the corpse of the Rebel. The Ink Demon had no body to mourn over though. She was left to cry alone…. Her heart was finally losing its final crack. Everything seemed to be stripped from her when things were going ok. A small set of arms wrapped around her though.
The Ink Demon hated to cry…but as the tentative touch of young Leech reached out to her, Alison allowed herself to shed a few tears. Just this once. She sniffled and quietly cried unlike the two young women who sobbed harshly.
Soon, her eyes lifted and watched Firebird and Rogue as they sobbed over their lovers. Alison hung her head as she clenched her hands into the dirt. Why did this always happen? Why do I always lose everything?
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I am the nightmare you made when you spilled our blood
Song: VOX DEI by Hazbin Hotel Soundtrack Season 2
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Blitz should have seen this coming.
With all the noise Vox was making, he thought he was mourning over Valentino and Velvette.
It never occurred to him that Vox was piggy-backing on the imp rebellion for his own against heaven.
Blitz knows for a fact that Hell cannot take two rebellions happening at the same time. Lucifer would have no choice but to intervene.
That cannot happen.
And it will also get in the ways of his plans.
He stands on top of a building in Pride, seeing the large crowd gathering near the Vee building.
“Nic.” He whispered, feeling a twitch in the air as Nicodemus appeared next to him in a bow.
“Yes, sir?”
“I need you to deliver a message to Overlord Vox and call the M&M’s to my office.”
He glanced at the lion shadow.
“Tell Vox we need to talk”
***
The next time Blitz sees Vox, the overlord is wearing a white suit while standing on a stage. The media sinner saw him and grinned.
“Hey, you must be Blitzo.” He said with a smile, “Oh wait, the O is silent right?”
Blitz eye twitched, yup he hates this guy.
“You know, I could tell we are cut from the same cloth.” Vox said, circling around Blitz like a predator, “You want to help your people and I want to help my people.”
Vox stopped behind Blitz and put his hands on his shoulder.
“Think about it.” Vox purred, “With my help, we could crush not just the snobby royals, but also the deadly sins. Hell, we could even take Lucifer himself.”
Blitz doubts that, but doesn’t say anything. He notices the crowd seems to be watching them with interest.
“And then,” Vox continues, “We can take over heaven, killing all those fucking angel-do-gooders.”
He suddenly appeared on Blitz’ side, pulling him closer.
“We could be gods!”
Blitz glanced at Vox, seeing the wild look on his face.
“I killed Valentino and Velvette.” He deadpanned.
Vox releases him suddenly, his screen glitching wildly, but he quickly recovers.
“Oh don’t worry about that.” Vox says with a smile, that Blitz noticed it was strained. “They got in your way, I can respect that.”
Vox extends a hand.
“So, what do you say, we got a deal?”
Blitz looked at Vox's hand and first snorts, which bleeds into snickers and then finally laughter.
“Holy shit.” He laughed, wiping his face, “He was right about you.”
Vox looked confused and saw anger slowly growing on his face.
“Who-“
“The radio demon.” Blitz clarified, seeing shock on Vox's face, “He told me all about you.”
“H-H-How…” Vox stuttered, his voice becoming more mechanical, “How do you know Alastor?”
“Oh, come on.” Blitz grinned, “Who do you think helped me get these powers?”
He could see the wheels turning in Vox's head. There are very few demons that have shadow abilities.
“And to answer your question, it's a no.” Blitz sneered, “I would rather jerk off with sandpaper than join you.”
Vox looked shocked by the rejection but he then sneered.
“Is that right?” the overlord sneered, and then turned to the crowd, “Do you hear what he said?”
The crowd roared, making Blitz roll his eyes.
“He doesn’t want to join us!” he continued, “He wants us to stay in his place; he doesn’t even want to help his fellow demons.”
Blitz watched as the crows jeered at him, and some started throwing garbage at him. Oh please, Versika said worse to him. He dodged a soda can that was aimed at his head, and he had enough.
“QUIET!” he roared, the crowd and Vox silenced in surprise.
“You have one chance.” Blitz said, “Leave right now and I promise, I won't kill you idiots.”
The crowd didn’t move, some looking at each other in confusion and some started laughing at him nervously.
Nic’s voice whispered in his head.
“Boss, Lady Millie has evacuated everyone in the vicinity.”
Blitz sighed, looking at the crowd that hadn't moved.
“Fine.” He growled out, suddenly disappearing in a whoosh of shadows. He popped up on top of a building nearby, surveying the crowd.
He took a deep breath and reached down into the deep part of his mind.
765 shadows.
765 souls that were killed and brought back by him.
He could feel each of them, squirming to get to the surface. It can be nauseating, feeling all those minds grabbing at him for attention. He had to learn how to push them down and silence the noise.
But right he needs them.
All of them.
“Everyone.” He whispered, “Come out.”
***
Vox felt it before it happened.
Something shifted in the air the moment Blitz left.
Like gravity became heavier and air grew stale.
He then sees Blitz on top of the building and then…
He can’t really explain it.
It was like Blitz' shadow became larger and spilled out from his perch. It went all the way to the ground and that’s when Vox saw it had eyes.
A lot of eyes.
Shapes came out of the large form, so many shapes. Vox recognized some of them from dead demons recently. They looked at the crowd and charged.
The crowd started screaming, trying to get out of the way, he saw some of them were getting trampled in their haste.
Vox stood there in shock, noticing the shadows were armed with angelic weapons. Blitz made sure they were prepared.
He has to get away.
Vox started to rise up with his wires when some sinners grabbed his legs.
“Help us!” they screamed, “Why aren’t you helping us?”
He snarled and kicked them off, going quickly into the sky when a gunshot whizzed by him.
“The fuck!” he snarled, whirling around to see his assailant. He stopped cold, his body freezing up.
“T-Tino?”
There stood Valentino, but he wasn’t alive. He was under control of Blitz, his form in just black and red, flickering in the air. The shadow raised its gun again and fired.
“Tino, it's me!” Vox yelled, dodging each shot as he moved through the air. He tried to say something else when red arrows attacked. He looked to his right and saw it was Velvette, but her shadow was like Valentino, already notching her bow to attack.
Oh this was a total shitshow.
He summoned electricity in his hand and attacked them both, each shadow yelping in pain.
Christ, it even sound like them.
Valentino's shadow shot at him again and this time, it hit him in the shoulder, startling Vox and making him fall to the ground. He felt many hands grab at him, making him stay put.
“Get off of me!” he screamed, struggling against the other shadow's grip. He looks up and sees Blitz staring down at him, clear indifference in his eyes.
How dare he?!
How dare this little shit look down on him?! Just a few months ago, he was going to be executed just for sleeping with a royal! He should-
Vox suddenly felt hot pain tear into his chest and looked down, seeing two angelic spears poking out.
Shit.
His body falls to the ground, his breaths choking as blood filled his chest.
This is how I die?
This is how I die again?
What comes after this though?
What comes after your second death?
But I didn’t do enough; I didn’t even get Alas-
His thoughts trailed off, Vox screen finally flickering out.
***
Blitz looked down at the carnage, seeing the dozens of bodies with a grim satisfaction.
Good.
No more of Vox followers and it will be a healthy warning for anyone else thinking of doing this.
Now the important part.
He raised his hand and forced his will out.
Dozens of shadows sprouted from the ground and bowed to him. He sees Velvette and Valentino shadows, glancing at Vox's body.
Blitz sighed and rolled his eyes.
Fine.
He snapped his fingers and the Vees shadows disappeared into mist. He wasn’t going to bring Vox back anyway. The Vees are no longer under his control.
Sharp pain suddenly filled his head, Blitz fell to his knees as his shadows disappeared.
“N-Nic, take me…”
“Yes, sir.” The lion shadow said, taking Blitz into his arms, and disappearing into the dark.
Demons that were hiding slowly came out and looked at the bloody scene in awe and shock. No one saw the red figure walking slowly to Vox's broken body.
He stared at it and sighed, sitting down next to it while shaking his head.
“You stupid picture box.”
AN: OK, full disclosure, I wasn't planning to do anything with Vox. but then @quiet-most-times noticed with the second season with Vox rebelling and this specific song how it would fit Blitz in my fic. so that got me thinking and thats how this chapter was born.
A special shout out to them and check out their own Hellaverse Fic,
The imp Revolution
Also we finally get an idea of how Blitz got his power and you will see why in a few other chapters. Also, if this is scene looks familiar, i got the idea from Hellsing Ultimate.
I am having a blast beta reading these for you. It's like I get my own personal viewing of the insanely crazy alternate universe we've built. The pot sure is getting stirred up now! 😈
This is also what they look like on the full poster that I will be releasing in July! Since I plan to post both the poster and Chapter 4 between July 14-18. I am locking in.
I will be posting Maki and Cainal’ka next as well! Next week on the 22nd, a day after Father’s Day and Cainal’ka’s birthday!
Hair: Blonde, wavy, waist length, dyed a light pink
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5’11
Race: Human
Parents: Darcy Roseland X Duana Gen
Homeworld: Bracca
VA: Samara Weaving
Personality Traits: She is an ambivert, someone who like to be around people, but also likes to be by herself. Is normally quiet and formal around adults. Likes to people watch. Likes eating muffins while doing it. As a child, intimidated adults with mature attitude, giving them creepy vibes. Has a sixth sense, knows when things are going to happen and can “read” people. Her maturity usually lets her handle crisis gracefully. It was mostly a coping mechanism to handle the rough life of Bracca. Tries to have a hopeful outlook on life.
*Is actually Onoras niece
*Adores Onora and her siblings. Feels indifference towards her birth parents, knew they weren’t good people.
*Started singing when she was 15, debuted when she was 17. Her stage name is Jewel. Usually does pop music, but also indie rock.
*Knows only 2 languages, basic and dathomirian. Finds cheunh too hard.
*Later retires from singing and opens a bakery in Coruscant.
*Adopts a rescue mastiff which her manager hated because it didn’t match her “innocent” image
*Later becomes involved in a poly relationship.
AN: Finally, the last daughter/neice of Onoras. Sage is someone who has a sixth sense and sometimes can creep out other people with her observations. She also tried to have a hopeful outlook.
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Personality Traits: Hates her biological parents, especially her father. Hates she resembles him most. Is highly intelligence, but speaks with a dry voice that people thinks she’s arrogant. An introvert, doesn’t like being around a lot of people. Always hyperaware of people, reading their body language. Hates abusers. Can and will destroy their lives in a few keystrokes.
*Is actually Onoras neice
*Learned how to use computers and how to hack while studying in corsucant. Becomes a history scholar and translator.
*Demiromantic.
*For a long time, kept her hair long because she thought that’s what girls are supposed to do. When she finally cut her hair, it felt freeing
*Loves history and learning about cultures. Usually pairs up with her brother Ivo when learning about new cultures.
*When she finds stolen artifacts, she steals them to gives them to Ivo to either hide or give back to its original owner.
*Doesn’t usually do hand to hand combat, knows a few self-defense moves. Usually uses a taser.
*Got snowflake earring when she was 10 from Onora, proceeds to wear them for the rest of her life.
*Home is crammed with books she reads, on a variety of subjects.
*Like food that’s usually on a stick.
AN: Here is Onora daughter/neice. she very bookish and always watching people. She grows up to be an observant adult, that watches all.
Personality Traits: Grew up too fast and was parentified. Usually stoic and quiet, fades into the background. Fierce protector. Is the one who lectures his siblings when they do something dumb. Is a feminist, due to Sima and Onora raising him and seeing the sacrifices they made for him. Hates abusers, especially wife batterers. Also hates drunks, due to his own father being a drunk. It also made him hate drinking alcohol. Most people are afraid of him because of his size, but is actually a big softie.
*Is actually Onora actual nephew.
*The oldest of the prime siblings.
*Grew up on Bracca, working while watching over his cousins. Was the reason they were able to leave so quickly. Hates his home world but glad for the knowledge of mechanics.
*Doesn’t have a favorite food, just eats whatever in front of him. Which Onora finds a bit sad since he is an amazing cook.
*Hates his father so much, that when he died, he had his ashes mixed with tattoo ink and tattooed bastard on the soles of his feet, literally stomping on his grave.
*As an adult, he wanders around the galaxy trying to find meaning in his life, since he was forced to watch over his siblings as a child.
*Has tattoo sleeves of waves on his arms, ever since he first saw the ocean on Scarif.
*Weapons of choice are a blaster, rifle and vibrablade.
*Fascinated by Mandolorian culture.
AN: Onoras oldest son, who is actually her nephew. Man i agonized over his adult fancast and realized Alan Ritchison is there. I loved him in Reacher. He is VERY tall, and also a feminist. Kinda funny i mostly based him of Atreus from God of War.
Personality Traits: Headstrong and stubborn, believes in her goals and has the drive to succeed them. Goes quiet in a group of people, rather listens to them talk then got involved in the conversation. Does not believe in sabotage, doesn’t understand why other people would do that to each other. Rather show them up with her own abilities. A coffee addict and lover of curry; spicier, the better. Is always prepared for anything, has a go bag with numerous supplies. Sometimes speaks in a deadpan voice.
*Became a model at 13. Later runs her own modeling agency.
*Has freckles, but covers them with makeup. Loves doing her hair in different hairstyles.
*Baby of the family, so all her siblings is protective of her, to her annoyance.
*Can be at odds at her father, their personalities clash too often.
*Keeps a very big knife in her purse, for protection.
*Can dance and sing, but does not like doing it in public.
*Pansexual but does not want to be in a relationship.
*Closer with her mother and takes her advice to heart; be kind but take no shit.
*Use to have asthma as a child, due to being born premature.
*Like her other sibling, have her mother’s strength, home doesn’t even have door handles anymore.
AN: Had to give Thrawn a daughter that he will also clash with. Seriously Onora makes beautiful children. Maeve will have a bigger part to play later on in the Bellflower series.
Doing this one was such a fun experiment with rendering! I have learned so much and even disbanded older habits and I love how it came out. She's such a beautiful character design you came up with! It's very clear the apple doesn't fall far from Thrawn and Onora's tree!
What do you guys think about these concepts for future characters???
Disclaimer! Please don’t put any hate if you are new or not, it’s only concept art and I’m still learning more about different cultural styles. Since a big majority of my fanfic world has many real world aesthetics! And it’s fun! :D
The first one is a samurai since the hachiman nation is based off of Asian culture, but this character comes from Japanese culture.
The second one is based off of Thoth, which is a mix of the African and Indian subcontinent culture. This second character is inspired from Indian culture. (Also the coin bag is just a silly doodle since the clothing was so big I just had too 💰)
I can’t wait for you all to meet them in the future!
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Last week was the 5th day of Helona, my birthday. Though, I don’t know what year it was other than my month exactly… I didn’t really have time to celebrate my birthday, due to the amount of missions I asked to do for Rex. But really, nobody other than myself knows about my birthday. Until Maki ran up to me in my ship while in hyperspace with a cupcake in hand screaming,
“Happy Birthday, Mary! Blow out your candle and make a wish!”
It caught me completely off guard. I almost dropped the knife I was sharpening on my foot, because I wasn’t expecting her to know my birthday. We’ve only been working with each other for 4 months! But… I did appreciate it. I didn’t want her to cry because I refused to accept her gift, it would be rude of me to not accept a gift from her; especially when it’s her baking. She has potential to be a baker. If it weren’t for the war and her being a Jedi, she would’ve lived in Corscant happily with her family and have a bakery where she could make all the sweets her heart and mind desired. But also, she wouldn’t be able to give me this treat on my birthday…
I did make a wish though. Hoping to have a family or maybe find my real family someday, but I couldn’t find the guts to tell her…
Happy belated birthday to our girl Mary!🥳
I was so busy working on the fanfic (and other things) that I forgot June 5th was Mary’s birthday 😱. I felt like a terrible mother, even if Mary isn’t my biological daughter. But hey! At least it’s her birthday month! And uh… some other person who shares the same month as her… *cough* Cain.
Also, this is in the timeline before Cain, Robin, and TBB met Mary and Maki! So it’s like a little short memory.
Wish our girl a happy birthday please! And tell her she deserves a break so she doesn’t get a burn out lol.
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(OMG CAIN’S HAIR LOOKS LIKE MEAT THAT WAS TENDERIZED AND UNCOOKED IN THAT LIGHTING…)
We REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR! WOOHOO! I can’t believe we made it this far!!!
I don’t have any other words to say other than thank you everyone for being a part of this odyssey, and dealing with my shenanigans. It means so much to me🩵🩵😭😭🥹 I love you guys so much.
Mary and Maki will be in part two of this! And Marium as a special character! And… lily? Does anyone remember her?
Oh, now Nonny, what better way to ring in the colorful month of JUNE than with our favorite masked masochists! They sure do like to fight to be on top(giggity) but as per your request, Boba is going to reign supreme in this one. 😏 Pls forgib the delay on answering this ask, I hope part 4 finds you well!!
The Merc and the Moon
Part IV
Pairing: Darth Vader x Boba Fett
Warnings: (18+) smut, gay sex, anal sex, oral sex, come eating, hand jobs, glove/leather kink, authority kink, finger sucking, sinful uses of the Force.
Summary: Boba and Vader meet to do more than talk contracts.
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Boba would hate to admit to himself that he’s actually feeling the pangs of anxiety strike his heart. He and Vader haven’t spoken since their last engagement concerning the mishap with one Han Solo. He’s been contacted by the Dark Lord in regards to a specific job with the promise to be paid well.
As he waits for him to arrive, he notices the grit and grime of his last venture encrusted to his armor. Any common plebe would be rushing to the ‘fresher to make themselves presentable, but Boba’s identity lies in equal parts this deadly carapace as well as the blood that stains it.
However, it is taking a while for Vader to appear. There’s fashionably late, then there’s borderline impolite, not that Boba would hold him to such standards. For a bit, he considers the possibility that he’s been stood up, switching the holo-projector off to sit in silent darkness. It is in these still moments that a chirp can be heard at the entrance.
Boba taps a button on the panel of his bracer and the blast door slides open. He takes no action to greet his guest, keeping himself seated atop his shrouded throne. Vader steps in, tall and authoritative. His very presence is as alluring as it is intimidating. “Didn’t think you were going to show your mask in these parts.”
“I will admit, this is a rather sad hole in the wall you’ve summoned me to.” Vader’s boots hit the dusty flooring, hollow and resounding as he soon begins to circle around Boba.
“It’s secluded. Private.” Boba’s head turns to follow Vader’s gait. “Dark.”
Boba challenges him, making Vader think he was going to be the one calling the shots, but he is in the bounty hunter’s domain now. Vader’s path takes him through a tight coil as if he were circling a pipe with Boba as the drain. Boba stops him with a gloved hand just below his life support control panel, lifting his once relaxed arm from his chair to boldly make the initial contact. Vader humors Boba’s touch, suppressing the desire to barrel right through his arm at this impasse. “I take it you don’t care to talk contracts?”
“Sure, we can talk.” Boba pushes into him harder, his spread-out palm spanning over Vader’s mechanized stomach just above his waistline. He stands, the steel of his boots tapping together in a ringing chime with each advancement, backing Vader into the closest wall. “After.”
Vader tests his strength against Boba’s weakness in the way he’s shamelessly throwing himself at him, so he tastefully reminds this licensed killer of his station.
Vader collects the force around their bodies, concentrating it into a barrier between the two. Boba fights with the resistance, realizing he is being kept at bay. The visor secured to Boba’s helmet tilts on its axis as he turns his head, puzzled by Vader’s resistance. His labored breathing echoes through his modulator, a robotic inflection coating his every vowel and consonant. Vader spots a salacious flex of Boba’s neck muscles when his chest rises during this struggle, clearly seen beneath his layers of textile. Their illusive coverings hold a mystery that neither of them care to shatter, contrarily anchored by the need to be known and understood. “This is hardly equitable.”
“Equitable?” Boba strains his speech as Vader still has his phantom grip over him tightly. “I- argh… didn’t think you knew the meaning of the word.”
“I demand to see you.” Vader thinks of a way to even the playing field, ushering towards his own desires. “How long must you make me wait?”
“You’ve already seen me.” Boba was hoping to jump right into this, but Vader is requesting to take things slow.
“I might contend the same, however, we’d be here all night.” Vader quips back, rendering what Boba had just clarified redundant.
“As if you weren’t planning to do that from the start.” Boba calls Vader’s bluff and he curls his fingers inward a hair more to retaliate. The powerful restrictions holding Boba in place compress him deliciously. Where many would be unable to handle this treatment, Boba is exactly where he wants to be. “You don’t have to threaten me with a good time.”
“If it’s threats you want, threats I will make.” Vader’s open hand curls once again in warning. “Show yourself to me, lest you feel what happens when I close my fist.”
“You… say that like… it’s a bad thing.” Boba is taxed by the tension, unable to fill his lungs completely. His shallow breaths make him pant like an impudent hound and Vader finds his noises delectable. Boba is suspended inches above the ground, the tips of his boot soles barely graze the floor as he feels himself getting pushed a little over an arm’s length away.
The illusionary grip Vader has on him softens and Boba is afforded the ability to shed his first layer consisting of an ergonomic shirt with his upper armor secured right to the stitches. He carefully pulls it over his head, quickly replacing the helmet over his face while letting his pauldrons and plates fall where they lie in loud clangs to the floor. Next is his utility belt with which he teases Vader, acting like he can’t find the buckles for a few moments longer than what is socially necessary. A titular hiss comes from Vader’s direction when he grasps Boba’s mocking actions, smoothing out to his regular breathing when the belt thuds at his feet.
All that remains of course are his boots and kneeguards, forearm bracers and his precious codpiece veiling the very trophy Vader seeks within Boba’s flight suit.
“You are far from finished.” Vader scolds when Boba pauses his undressing.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there are just some things I won’t be taking off.” Boba advises, minimizing Vader’s expectations.
“A reasonable stipulation.” The hand still holding Boba in the air is stationary as his other one begins to rise, its strength concentrated on something lower than his bracers and helmet.
The codpiece.
The straps holding the plate secure are pulled taut and Boba’s groin begins to undergo a revolutionary onslaught as the tactile fasteners are stretched to extreme lengths until every last one snaps apart. “One that I care not to follow.”
It’s as if his palm has been magnetized that Vader promptly collects the triangular sheet of steel. Boba isn’t shocked that his fortitude includes obscene actions such as this. He’s more annoyed that he will be the one to repair that.
Vader holds the codpiece close to his shielded face, examining the details of its wear and tear. A polished section right at the center of the concave makes him chuckle as he surmises it has rubbed against Boba’s cock for years.
“I was using that.” Boba watches Vader indulge himself from afar, enticed by the swift absence of that item in particular.
“You’ve no need for it.” Vader disputes plainly, discarding it at his feet where the ringing clatter echoes into their collective ears. He waits for silence to fall again, a painstaking task that both of them seem to have the patience for. “Proceed.”
Boba shakes his head from side to side in feigned condemnation when Vader tests him. In spite of wanting to be the one to dictate what happens tonight, he does what is asked and begins unfastening the collar of his flight suit. With each section undone, Boba peels the fabric away to showcase his glistening chest, chiseled muscles catching what little light remains in the room.
With each row unfastened, Vader’s helmet tilts and sways, seeking every glimmer and flash of Boba’s taunting torso. The contours of his sculpted abdomen riddled with scars paint a delicious mosaic across his skin of all the times he’s been battered and beaten but survived. Vader admires him from where he stands, biting and moistening his dry, cracked lips from beneath his somber helm.
Vader bends the arm suspending Boba at the elbow and he soon senses himself drift forward, closing in towards the Dark Lord. From a few yards away, Boba at least felt some semblance of authority over things, but with this rapid advancement, it is clear that Vader has some games he is wanting to play first.
Boba closes in fast, unable to gauge the spike in velocity with the unanticipated near collision with Vader. He is stopped just short of running into him, a broadened mechanical fist halting his phantom induced advancements while still keeping Boba in mid air. His feet wiggle, expecting to come in contact with the ground but they just can’t reach.
Boba’s arms are still glued to his sides. The invisible bindings wrap around him like rope. Vader’s caught him in an impressive vice, examining him like a precious specimen before plunging a hand into Boba’s wide-open flight suit.
The mechanical digits grip Boba’s firm length, tightening against the buffer of leather and flesh. Boba chokes on his breath. Words get caught in his throat as he wrestles with this depraved attack. His enunciation falls apart into shuddered gasps and wanton groans with every precise stroke.
Boba has no recourse to fall back on but to receive all that is done to him. The secrecy of this setting paired with Vader’s impenitent proximity in keeping him restrained does wonders as Boba is brutishly worked over. He tries to cry out in protest, but Vader devises his own schemes against this by tightening his hold every time Boba squeaks.
The constriction of Vader encasing him manifests to a potent degree in Boba’s groin. The lack of space to move or even express his elation is forfeit as Vader continues to stroke until he sees Boba imitate a geyser. Ejaculate shoots from Boba’s tip, landing in random sequences all over Vader’s suit while also dirtying his gloves. The collected spend in his fist acts as an ideal lubricant to stroke him even after he’s released all that he could in this instance. Although, instead of Boba being embarrassed, he makes light of this happenstance.
“Lot faster than last time, I’ll give you that.” Boba pants breathlessly as Vader finally sets him on his feet. With shaky knees, he staggers away, treating Vader like a cheap fuck ready to toss him a tip and show him the door. “Thanks for dropping by.”
Vader uses his soiled hand to grab at Boba’s wrist. The smearing of viscous liquid saturates his arm and Boba is able to sense the heat radiating through his glove from his prosthetic appendages, reluctant to let go. “Rethink how you address me. We are far from finished.”
“Relax, I’m not as big of a bantha’s ass you take me for.” Boba rescinds his joke, a spark of trepidation blooming in his gut when he can see that Vader did not take too kindly to that gesture.
“On the contrary.” Vader argues, yanking Boba back towards him. “I know for a fact that you are.”
“Well, don’t blow a fuse.” Boba traces the frame of Vader’s life support panel, his own leather fingertips leaving traces of him all over the components. “I wouldn’t leave you like that.”
“I wouldn’t let you.” Vader towers over him, craning his head down to peer into the blackened T-visor.
“Mighty words for a man who just let me come all over his suit.” Boba straightens his stature, attempting to meet Vader at his height to no avail. Vader glances down at the mess, his rebreather hissing when he sighs at the revelation. With no facial features to gauge his mood, Vader’s body language communicates all Boba needs to know. “What? Are you going to tell me to get on my knees now?”
“I was contemplating that.” Vader’s helm tilts again at this admission.
“Then say it.” Boba proposes to him while stepping so close, their chests nearly touching.
“Careful.” Vader warns with an intentional dip of his helm. “It would be easier to kill you now without your pretty armor.”
“So, you like my armor, eh?” Boba only acknowledges the complement in Vader’s threat.
“I know a superior chassis when I see it.” Vader drags his leather-clad finger against the sharpened edge of Boba’s steel helmet and pushes it up by an inch to reveal his mouth. The shift obscures Boba’s sight as his visor is moved out of place from his eyes, forcing him to look down the bridge of his nose through the shade. “Beskar is a highly revered ore.”
“You still haven’t said it yet.” Boba lets his tongue venture out of his mouth at that last word and just barely licks the come off Vader’s finger. Boba’s flavor is salty and bitter, savoring it all the same. As they experiment with this, Vader staggers in his midst. One might believeVader is spared by these humane flaws, but the wits extend far past his very being and into the world around him. He is able to identify every scent that lingers in Boba’s sweat right down to the texture of his tongue when he tastes his glove. Boba keeps him on his toes by calling the shots this time no matter how much Vader may boast “I’m beginning to think you forgot what we were doing.”
“You do not give the orders here.” Vader quarrels to maintain his elevated standing, but Boba has a way of catching him off guard. “I do.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Boba gives him another proverbial nudge and it strikes Vader deeply when he sees what’s happening. “Say it.”
“On your knees.” Vader disbands all mirth from his inflection, serious as he addresses Boba but these are the exact words he’s been dying to hear.
“As you wish, my Lord.” Boba obeys, playing along even though he has plans of mischief in store. He bends his left leg first, following with his right and Vader’s stature practically doubles as his perspective shifts. Boba winces under his helmet at the hard flooring colliding a little rough than intended with his knee guards, but will endure for this renown trophy.
Vader’s layers have not yet been uncovered, but that’s nothing a simple press of a button cannot cure. Boba’s eyes meet with the curved, silver buckle fit with a tiny triangular latch embedded within. With a steady hand and a dexterous execution, Vader’s entire utility belt, codpiece and all, meet the ground with a thud as well. His tabard is free flowing at each side, encapsulating Boba like a blanket all around.
Vader peers at him, their visors meeting once provoked by the steamy implications of their positions as Boba pushes the draping sections of Vader’s tabard out of his way. He is captivated by Boba’s resolve, respecting the bounty hunter for never showing even a glimmer of fear. Vader is known to harbor utter disdain for his own constituents, but when Boba’s success rate proved to be one of if not the highest in the guild, he felt obliged to get in touch.
“You’re a generous guy, you know.” Boba thinks to worm his way into Vader’s head, adding to the broiling rush of this engagement.
“I am no such thing.” Vader vehemently disagrees, his iron fist clinging to the notion that he is to be feared and feared alone.
“What you do is a thankless job, is it not?” Boba adds, playing his own mind tricks on him. “Has anyone ever shown their gratitude for how safe you keep the galaxy?”
“That is a subjective claim you would not be making right now if our rapport sang a different tune.” Vader bends down but only slightly, just enough to test his grip on Boba’s throat. He doesn’t squeeze or utilize his supernatural abilities, but to simply massage the muscle and admire his open collar. The warm tone of Boba’s skin travels from his clavicle to his exposed and moistened pubic wreath, a trail of hair rising up to reach his naval. “Moreover, my work is not merely an outlet for praise.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Boba asks, bypassing Vader’s closed trousers where he easily locates his stiffened cock, freeing it from the small and slitted opening. His inanimate elements are hidden by clothing, but Boba’s hands on his thighs identify where man meets machine.
“Enough chatter.” Vader’s hand moves from being clamped around Boba’s neck to pulling him forward by the jaw, his thumb and index finger pinching him at the hinge so his mouth stays open.
Boba smiles beneath his helmet when his widened mouth is invaded by Vader’s throbbing cock. The plump head sparkles with a sweet bead of forbidden nectar that Boba hastily licks up. The texture of Vader’s scorched and warped skin creates grooves and ridges that Boba didn’t notice the first time this happened. He was far too blinded by seething wrath that Vader would use him in such a way to even register the profound occasion. Even Boba didn’t know he had an appetite for the forbidden.
Vader maintains his hold on Boba’s jaw, moving him up and down his shaft to taste every inch of him until his nose collides with Vader’s structured torso. Boba slowly but surely demonstrates to Vader that he does not require his guidance. He takes initiative beyond Vader’s manual influence, evolving above the chaste up and down motions and acting with a bit of flair.
Boba gauges in his mouth how to better take all of him without gagging on it each time it hits the back of his throat. He tucks his chin, allowing Vader to fill his mouth and press staunchly into his tongue where he steers his cock to his hard palate. His jaw is opened to its furthest extents while he continues to bob while Vader’s audible breathing becomes more unstable by the second.
Vader lets go of Boba’s chin, giving over the reins to bolster his limbs so that he doesn’t buckle under the pressure. The cold, dead stare does a poor job of disguising Vader’s emotions. His modulated moans and gasps are peppered between the periodic hiss of his respirator, its motors kicked into overdrive to compensate for the exasperated activity.
Vader’s head is thrown back when Boba pulls his lips almost completely off his cock, circling the swollen and soaked tip with his tongue then practically choking himself right after. He intentionally goes down too fast, suffering the consequences with an inelegant gag.
Boba thinks it to be a mistake, committing to careful methods from here on out, but Vader will have none of it. He likes the sound, wanting to hear it again and again and again…
Vader rests his palms over Boba’s crown, keeping him still while he thrusts forward, fucking his mouth. Boba’s gagging becomes a percussive echo that Vader delights in, especially when he starts to grab fistfuls of his tabard and cape through the tussle.
Boba is starved for breath, needing to turn the tables and fast. He decidedly focuses on Vader’s weak points where his prosthetics join his corporeal form, pushing him as hard as he can until he loses his balance, falling backwards where he joins Boba on the floor.
Vader is saved by putting the heels of his palms out, catching himself before he could fall all the way on his back. Boba reigns supreme as he has Vader pinned now, his drooling and chapped mouth left agape and panting as he yanks his helmet back down. Vader curses him in his mind for taking away the precious sight, but his interests are piqued to see what Boba does next.
Once he realizes what this Dark Lord finds favor in, Boba is not as resistant to try new things, taking it by force if he has to since he knows Vader likes to play the game.
“Trying to catch me at a disadvantage, are you?” Vader says this as if he’s insulted that Boba would try something so debauched, meeting his fantasy with one of his own. “Very well.”
Vader snatches Boba by the collar, easing him into a straddle where his flight suit is torn apart. The opened section from his collar to his groin is breached beyond its bounds as Vader takes the fabric in his hands and shreds it so that Boba’s bare ass is put on display. His sleeves and pant legs are all that remain. Even then, the knee bracers are the only things holding what’s left of them up. Boba is jostled by the spontaneous wardrobe interference, tested more now than ever. “You owe me a new suit.”
“Whatever you require, you know the Empire will always provide.” Vader puts this discrepancy to bed, deciding to take Boba there next.
“Doesn’t matter.” Boba forces himself atop Vader, straddling his broadened waist and successfully pushing him down at the shoulders so that his back at last meets the floor. “It’s the principle of the destruction of property.”
“You’re my property.” Vader contradicts what Boba has to say with a rhetorical slander of his own. “To whom do I pay my dues for your destruction? Myself?”
“I’m no one’s property.” Boba disputes, gallant in his enunciation.
“You’re mine as long as you’re on my payroll.” Vader discloses, but Boba can read between the lines.
“Are you saying you’d be jealous if I took a contract from someone else?” Boba turns things around on him again, really getting under his armor this time.
Vader realizes the road this is going down, electing to punish Boba for these outbursts. There is no time wasted between Vader lifting Boba up and impaling him on his cock. He uses gravity to his advantage, pouring his essence into force fucking Boba. He doesn’t have to use hardly any tactile strength, relying all on his phantom grip to slam him down.
Boba loses all ability to enunciate another word as the impetuous fullness extends deep into his core. His ass stretches around Vader’s cock, the saliva smoothly easing it past his threshold through the stinging dilation. Though, just when Vader thinks he’s conquered his opponent, Boba defies his will with a plight that will not be impeded.
Boba embraces this position, grinding his ass into Vader and driving his cock farther than either of them anticipated. His hands are surrendered unto Boba’s grasp where he presses both into the dusasteel gorget over Vader’s chest. Just as Vader was impaling him with his upward thrusts, Boba collides his ass with Vader’s hips.
Boba’s cock tempts Vader as he fucks him, just flopping every which way right in front of his face. Sadly, He is not afforded the liberty of touching him, restrained and inhibited. Extensions of his frustration manifest in failed light sockets and sparks flying from random points in the ceiling. Wall panels are peeled off to reveal the inner workings of the building and the tiles under their feet are literally bending to Vader’s will.
Boba relishes in Vader’s defeat, a crater forming each time he seats himself atop this influx of inches. The sounds of destruction in the room grow more violent as Boba keeps at this, pestering Vader as the foundation of this building suffers. It is immaterial to them, worth far less than this moment. Boba raises the stakes by lifting a knee to allow for Vader to see all of him and in due course, he is subdued. It is not like Vader to wait on the grace of another, but with Boba, it happens all too naturally.
Boba reaches climax by his own doing, enhanced by the presence of Vader’s panoptic grasp. He releases a guttural moan when Vader feels his ass tighten around his cock, flexing in tandem with hot ropes being shot all over him for a second time. Boba’s cock bounces through every jutting release, extending the perimeter of the fast-accumulating mess.
It takes a bit more than this for Vader to get there, though he is not far behind. While still deep inside Boba, he scoops him up by that raised knee to shove him on his back and repeats the same with his other leg. Boba’s knees are almost pushed to his chest, the plates of his armor tapping against his helmet.
“Harder…” He begs with slight difficulty as Vader’s hands are occupied by keeping him folded in half. Boba does let another chance at rapture escape him. His gloves are saturated at this point, amplifying the slick grip he has on himself. Boba uses his other hand to assist in holding one of his knees back, spreading himself.
“What an… insolent act it is to make… demands in your position.” Vader enunciates gruffly as he drives himself into Boba, punctuating his words with his herculean thrusts. He pauses, draping his body weight over Boba to nearly flatten him, speaking directly into his ear. “I will now teach you that one who inquires soon perishes.”
Vader stays cascaded over Boba, his ample weight making it next to impossible to fuck his fist, but he adeptly realizes that this hindrance is actually his salvation. Boba has no choice but to graze his padded thumb over the tip of his cock as that is all the space Vader affords him. This scarce deliverance is made up for by the depth Vader exceeds, punching Boba assertively with his cock like a battering ram assaulting a spire.
Wheezes and hizzing resound from Vader’s helm where they pour into Boba’s ears, noises that no other living being would be caught dead hearing. Vader succumbs to the strenuous engagement and one of the hands locked into the crook of Boba’s knee comes crashing down beside Boba’s helmet. The steel rings against their skulls, coaxing them into an irreversible daze.
Vader is thwarted by the throes of passion, his unyielding slams and thrusts are met with an involuntary convulsion as pooling heat is deposited inside Boba. Their deep breaths join together in unison as the bliss of their synchronous release takes them by storm. Boba’s subtle stroking was not unfruitful, a third and notably smaller load being expended from his exhausted cock. His endurance has been all but depleted and his muscles are becoming aware of the repercussions of this venture.
Vader hovers above Boba for a few seconds, his cock still plunged deep inside as they study each other’s eyes beneath the esoteric screen. He gives him a couple parting thrusts, flexing his shaft to ensure every remnant has been gifted to his prodigious associate. They say nothing, letting their gasps tell all.
Vader gently slips out of Boba, bowing his head to see it exit by the inch, heaving a large groan when it slips out taking his pearlescent ooze with him. His cock swings so heavily, dangling between his thighs and running into Boba’s as he pushes himself to his feet. He intentionally leaves Boba on his back, admiring his used and vulnerable posture.
“I take it you’re leaving now that you got what you came for?” Boba asks, propping himself up on his elbows to see what Vader does next.
Vader is charmed by this assumption, closing in on Boba where he strives to do what he does best and unnerve him. His natural walk sounds like stomping, each stride booming through the floor. Vader takes a knee and with his cock still out, he reaches for Boba’s, overly spent and sensitive. Vader is lofty and mountainous as he dwarfs Boba, still lying on the floor.“I was hoping we’d talk contracts.”