It was deadly enough just falling for him but even deadlier getting into a relationship with him. The love between you both was like a double-edged sword, an endless, passionate love that would never die out, while it was also a knife aimed at both your hearts ready to dig deeply into your chests.
Although you were cautious that yes, he is a mafioso, an executive at that but for some reason the thought of him being on the "wrong" side of the law seemed somewhat exciting to you.
Even if he was a criminal in the eyes of everyone else, he tried his very best to make you see otherwise. But of course he didn't even have to try. The ginger is an absolute teddybear underneath all those layers of toughness. At least you're the only one who gets to that side of him.
The sky tonight was beautiful, it looked as if God painted the sky with streaks of light and dark hues of blue as if it were His canvas. Thousands of stars were visible and joined the snow white moon in harmony.
You straddled Chuya's lap as he sat at the edge of the building you both live in. He pecked your lips as his arms were wrapped around your waist keeping you steady and in place. Blue orbs were glazed over with passion as they narrow slightly. Your hands that were on his shoulders squeezed the material of his jacket that hung off them out of sweet tension from his gaze.
A smile graced your lips, "I'm certainly in love with a criminal..." you spoke. He opened his mouth to say something but you continued your sentence. "...a criminal who is guilty of stealing my heart." He blushed a hundred shades of red at that, maybe even enough to rival his hair.
Chuya buried his head into your chest, hiding the redness of his face. He smirked placing a kiss to your chest and the middle of your throat, "I wonder who's really the criminal here when you're the one who has captured my heart." You giggled at that. Oh how he loved to hear that sound and to see that smile. A criminal in appearance he was but a teddybear he is at heart.
Summary: Damon’s internal struggle about Graham moving to L.A. and the brief time they got to spend with each other in 2018 during the Demon Dayz festival. Inspired by the song Souk Eye.
Notes: Little angst drabble. Not posting this on Ao3 since it’s quite short. I hope you like it. Modern Gramon, of course. x
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I can’t sleep without him. I’ve tried everything. Melatonin, weed, sleeping pills, nothing is ever never enough to convince me that that the space on the bed next to me isn’t empty. His body is a like ghost to me; half-asleep I reach for it, but it’s missing. Round belly, shoulders, warm skin, the hair on the back of his neck that tickles my nose when we sleep.
And his smell—it’s intoxicating. It’s always present. On his breath, on his hips as they lift to meet the back of my throat. It’s all-encompassing. I can taste it on my lips, between our mouths. Saliva mixed with the salt of skin and pre-cum. A scent so masculine and feminine that I can’t help but crave it. Cardamom, iris, violet, ambrox, and sandalwood mixed with leather and musk. It’s in borrowed t-shirts, and hotel pillows. It’s in his voice when he comes inside me and collapses with my arms around him. It’s there when I tell him don’t leave me. Please.
He said he loves L.A. and he wears it well. Distance is such a powerful end, it reaches back and scrambles the beginning. The last year ran good and bad, fast then slow, ascents with sudden pits. I missed him. I was angry with him. I couldn’t forgive him.
He put an ocean and a river between us.
We had L.A. That’s what he kept texting me when I told him I missed him, that the distance was too much. I remember staring down at my phone, tears threatening to spill over as I woke up the first morning without him.
We had L.A. We had Venice. We had the sun, and the palm trees, and we were far away from London. We were a different version of ourselves, unrestricted by our past. Anything was possible. We had two nights. And warm sheets on a Saturday morning. Coffee because we were in America. Maybe we should have—that phrase that comes up constantly. I’m tired of talking about the should have’s. We don’t see each other often. We hide our love in hotel rooms, in private trailers; locked doors, and late nights. In the in-between spaces. He comes to me in waves, washing over me all at once and then receding. I wait for the wave to return but in its absence I don’t know what to do with myself. I live in the lonely desert and dream about the sea.
It’s 10 am in London and I’m thinking about him while he’s sleeping five thousand miles away. He said when it rains it reminds him of London. For God’s sake, all I’ve ever wanted is for this to work. Why did he have to make this so much harder?
I pray he remembers what I said in Venice. I hope he remembers my words, and they didn’t get carried away by the wind. Imagine us, imagine if we were twenty years younger. We could start here, all over again.
I won’t text him. I’ll put my phone down. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. I’ll tell myself that I can forget him and the rest, that I can move on, but at night I dream of California. I miss him, I miss him like the desert misses the rain.
I love you.
I love you.
A million times, I love you.
Now it’s 11am, and I wonder if it’s raining in L.A.
Victor blinked, feeling the question more than he heard it, echoing down into his blood and bones as if he had heard it before. Not in the “obvious question” sense, but rather as if someone desperately important had asked him that before and he just needed to remember.
If only he could place it.
…
“Have we met before?”
The man wore a vest and a stiffly starched collar, the kind that had been popular before the war, though, he must have been very young then indeed. In truth, he didn’t look very old now. Not even twenty-five- but then, neither was Vernon. He’d been barely nineteen when the Austrian duke had been assassinated and the world had been thrown into chaos. Now, he was four years older and one leg lighter, limping through the slowly rebuilding world full of the ghosts of dead friends and the sound of machinegun fire.
When he heard those words these days, he always wondered if he’d met them across a trench, but while this man seemed familiar he was almost sure he’d never seen him before.
The dark man was staring at him over his parcels, waiting for an answer. and Vernon was rather wishing he hadn’t grabbed at him when he’d started to fall over when he’d found an unstable bit of street. Or that he’d let go of him now.
“No, I’m terribly sorry.” He flushed and straightened himself, centering himself on his wooden leg again so that he could separate himself from the stranger- but for some reason, he didn’t want to let go. “I didn’t mean to grab you.” At least he knew he didn’t need to explain himself, there were enough men like him about still coming home every day. At least Vernon didn’t have to wear the uniform anymore. “You didn’t drop your things, did you?”
…
“Have we met before?”
As a painter, Virgil was almost sure he was familiar with most of the faces in the duke’s household. He’d painted most of them, hidden in the backgrounds of portraits or as miniatures to keep himself in practice between commissioned work for the duke or new murals as they decorated the new palace. Virgil could say about his employer that he was a great curator of beautiful things, and as the painter stood in his blowing linen shirt he was never more sure of this than when he laid eyes on the new occultist.
He’d been hearing about Riordian all week, but it was difficult to know what to believe when everyone in the duke’s employ seemed to enjoy gossip as much as they clearly did. They’d made the man sound bitter and unreasonable, rude and a bit dull, but even from this short interaction, Virgil was quite sure that those rumors were wildly exaggerated. Riordan was tall and dark and very pale as befitted a man of the magical arts, and Virgil found himself wanting to beg him to sit for a portrait, and to ask him to take off his long coat, and to ask him about his life- if he had been to university like John Dee, or if he’d studied under a “white lady” at one of the boundaries of the world, and if he knew all the uses for dragon blood, and grave dirt, and ostrich feathers. Goodness, he wanted to know everything about him and do such horribly improper things with him behind closed doors.
“No, I’m quite sure we haven’t. But I hope we can rectify that situation- Virgil if you please. The duke is my patron.”
…
“Have we met before?”
He’d become an officer when it became clear that there was no way his father would ever accept him as a son otherwise. He’d put on the red coat, and agreed to fight for King George, and he’d been good at it. He could ride a horse, and position cannons, he knew how to lead men into battle and follow orders. He hadn’t expected that he’d find himself shipped a world away to the colonies in Boston, or that those same colonies would begin an uprising against the crown and he’d have to decide if he would support the men he’d sworn to fight with or the place he was starting to think of as home. He knew things were going badly here. He knew that people hated them. He didn’t blame them. The crown was taking advantage of their powerlessness, and as the war escalated it only grew worse. That was how he’d found himself quartered in a merchant’s house with the general, meeting the man’s grown son for the first time as he returned from a trading mission with dark teas and funerary herbs.
He looked like the life didn’t agree with him. As if he would have thrived as a man allowed to run the shops here instead of accompanying the ships to the continent and back again and again. Valentine recognized the mixture of sunburn and paleness from time spent inside attending to correspondence or studying charts, the weariness of life never spent at rest, only between voyages. The salt on his skin. The confusion about the state of things since his return. In another life, Valentine mused that he seemed like the sort of man who’d have made a better historian than a merchant. Valentine would have liked to have had a chance to see a world like that, where men were allowed to have occupations that suited their passions. Perhaps this man was quite friendly when he was happy. He wanted to know.
“I’m afraid not.“ Valentine stood up straighter, bowing slightly to the man and wishing he could introduce himself to anyone under less uncomfortable circumstances these days. For some reason, he felt as if this strange man and himself could have been friends if things were different. Perhaps it would have made him a better man. “Major Valentine Trevor of his majesty’s army, under General ____, quartered on these premises upon orders of the King. At your service, of course, sir.”
…
“Have we met before?”
Vincent smiled, he had been about to ask the same question. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something about this man, this Rudolph... he was captivating. He had his own gravity, almost- that was the only way that the poet could think of it. Rudolph with the dark, serious eyes and the perfectly sharp shoulders. Rudolph in the black waistcoat and the silver watchchain, that everyman working formal tie.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Where had that thought come from?
“I think I would remember meeting someone such as yourself.” Vincent leaned forward, already comfortable with this stranger. “But by some sublime blessing, we’ve met now.”
...
“Have we met before?”
Victor frowned, resisting the urge to shake his husband a bit, reminding himself that the man had after all just hit his head, even if it hadn’t apparently been very hard. They were lucky he wasn’t injured, but he was also lucky that Victor wasn’t a cruel man when he was angry, because he certainly was now.
“That’s not funny, Rudyard.” He growled, pushing himself back to his feet and leaving his ‘joking’ husband and his fake amnesia on the ground. “Not even a little bit. And we’re never watching that movie again I don’t care how romantic it is!”
“Come into the house when you remember where the door is.”
Summary: David and Killian take their daughters to Storybrooke’s annual Daddy-Daughter Dance for Valentine’s Day.
She’s certainly her mother’s daughter, Killian thinks, in complete wonderment as he watches his wee little Hope descend the stairs, her golden curls bouncing with each step and her small hand in her mother’s. They’re the most beautiful women he’s ever laid eyes upon and the view of them both in pretty dresses with their hair done up is picturesque to say the least. Hope is wearing a pink dress with a bow in the front, white tights and the sparkly white shoes her mother had helped her pick out, each toe of the shoe also adorned with a bow. And Emma is wearing a red gown, much like the one she’d worn when they had fallen through the time portal. Killian’s heart swells with pride as he watches his two loves, looking much like the princesses they are.
“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” David comments, just as mesmerized as Killian.
“Aye, we’ll be the luckiest lads at the ball,” he breathes, a smirk tugging at his lips.
This isn’t the first time Killian has taken his daughter to the Daddy-Daughter Valentine’s Day Dance, in fact they’ve made it an annual tradition to go ever since she was five years old. He’d taught her how to dance, just as he’d taught his wife all those years ago. This time is different though because Emma will be there with her father.
David was jealous of Killian because he’d never had the chance to take Emma to dances when she was young, so she’d asked her father to go with her. David was almost in tears as he’d said yes.
When Hope and Emma meet their fathers at the bottom of the staircase, they each slip the corsage with roses and baby breath over their wrists.
“You look stunning, little love,” Killian murmurs softly to his daughter, planting a featherlight kiss to the back of her small, delicate hand. Hope blushes and giggles, a beautiful melody to his ears.
“You look very handsome, Papa.”
“Thank you, my princess,” he says with a smile.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” David compliments Emma and kisses the back of her hand.
Killian agrees with a big grin as he raises his eyes to his gorgeous wife. “Both of you are stunning.”
“Thank you,” Emma replies with a playful curtsey, blush painting her cheeks.
“Shall we?” Killian asks, offering his elbow to Hope.
She nods and hooks her arm through his, her small hand clutching onto him as Emma does the same with David.
Killian opens the door, and with a flourish of his gloved hand, he gestures towards the blue SUV. “Your chariot awaits.”
“You’re so silly, Papa.” Hope laughs once more as he escorts her onto the porch.
Emma and David are following behind them as they head towards the lawn where a gushing Snow is waiting with a camera.
Before you read: This is a rewriting of the main game Cuphead. Characters, certain dialogue, music, and locations obviously do not belong to me. This is best read with the OST playing over it. And before you start reading, remember that reblogs > likes! That being said, enjoy!
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Cuphead and Mugman felt bad about going back to see Cagney so soon after they walloped the poor carnation, but with no other leads to the last debtor of Isle One, what choice did they have? The cups slowly approached the other from behind, his stem still as thorny as it had been after he transformed for the first time. It would seem as if he went right back to taking care of the flowers in the meadow, almost like nothing ever happened.
“Hey, uh, Cagney?” Cuphead asked. Cagney turned around, looking down on them with a somber and slightly bitter expression.
“What are you two doing back here?”
“I- first of all, s-sorry, Cagney.” Mugman started, “s-second, um, we're looking for someone named Hilda Berg, and we thought maybe you would know?” Cagney's eyes widened at the name as he glanced up towards the sky for a second, before looking back into Mug's eyes.
“I...” Cagney broke eye contact with Mugman once again, his head turned to the right to look up at the sky towards the observatory. “N-no! I-it's one thing to take my contract! I made my own flowerbed, and now I have to lay in it. But I will not betray her like that!!” Cagney growled, looking back towards the brothers, almost as if he were suddenly ready for a round two.
“Woah, woah! Cagney, calm down!” Cuphead pleaded, putting up both his hands up defensively as Cagney loomed over him.
“Y-yeah, w-we'll leave, okay?! We're going!” Mugman satisfied, giving the aggressive flower a nervous smile as he took his younger brother by the shoulders and ushered him away.
“Well that didn't go as planned.” Cuphead huffed once they were a safe distance away from Cagney. Mugman however, caught Cagney's gaze just before they left, and was deep in thought. “Hm?” Cups turned his head at the silence. “Mug?”
“He was looking up at the sky...”
“Hey! Mugman!”
“Let me think! He looked over to the right...Isn't that where the observatory is?”
“What's an observatory?” Mugman face-palmed. “What?”
“An observatory is a place where scientists study stars.”
“Ew, a science lab?! Whadda they doin' out here?! Shouldn't they be in th'big city?”
“They need a secluded area to be able to see the stars properly. Too much light blocks out the light of the stars.” Mugman looked towards the direction of the observatory, but he could just barely see the top of it from below the forest's trees. “Hang on, let me try something.” Mugman removed his straw from his head and put it up to his right eye, closing the left one. He twisted his straw, as if he were adjusting a telescope, trying to get a closer look at the observatory. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to see anything useful from the ground. “Ugh. Too many trees in the way.” He groaned, placing his straw back into his head. “Maybe if we go to the treetops, we'll have better luck.” Cuphead gave a nervous smile at that, one that only a trouble maker would give. “Cuphead, you didn't do anything to provoke the woodpeckers again, did you?” Mug asked sternly.
“Define 'provoke'.” Mugman groaned.
“Cuphead, we can't waste time, remember?”
“Look, don't worry about it Mug. I didn't do nothin' to tick 'em off.” Cuphead didn't think it was really lying. It was a fun, harmless little prank about four weeks ago, so he was positive the whole thing would have blown over, and wouldn't cause problems.
“You didn't do 'anything'.” Mugman corrected. “And, good. We don't have time to mess around with some over-sized birds.” The older took the younger by the hand, “let's get going.”
The brothers quickly moved past the swamp and made their way into a large, hollowed-out oak tree.
“Let's make our way to the top to see if anyone's by the observatory.” Mug planned, before Cuphead suddenly pointed ahead at two orange ladybugs bouncing and rolling their way towards them!
“Duck! I mean, jump!!” As the first bouncing beetle sailed over them, the other merely rolled their way. The brothers jumped over him to avoid any sort of collision, before turning back to face the other.
“Sorry!”
“Mug, another!” Mugman turned around to find a pink one bouncing towards them now!
“Ah!” The two ducked, avoiding her once again.
“What's with all these bouncin' beetles?”
“Cuphead!!” A deep, yet shrill voice spat out.
“Wuh-oh.” A large woodpecker with a yellow beak, red feathers on his head, and green feathers along the neck and body peaked down from a hole above their heads.
“Long time, no see, eh pally?! Don't think we haven't forgotten what you did!!”
“Heheheh...Heeeeyyy.”
“Do you honestly think you can just come back here after that?! Think again!! Further more, who invited you into our tree? Only members welcome, ya see?”
“Huh? But I thought the treetops were open to all!” Mugman reminded.
“Not anymore!! Take this, pills!!” The woodpecker suddenly slammed his beak into the wood below in an attempt to hit the duo.
“Woah!”
“Ah!” Cuphead and Mugman both fell back as the beak drilled between the two of them, separating them as they sat on the floor of the tree. “Cuphead, what did you do?!”
“Nothing!! Not recently!!” When the other finally stopped his drilling, the brothers both stood, and began running further into the tree.
“Well don't think recently! What. Did. You. Do?!”
“Just a harmless little prank!!” The boys continued to argue as they ran past more rolling ladybugs.
“What was it?!”
“I just set off a few firecrackers nearby! No harm done!”
“Firecrackers?! In a tree?! Cuphead, that could have started a forest fire, what were you thinking?!” Mugman glanced ahead as he scolded his little brother, before finding a hole in their path. “Jump!” The brothers jumped over the hole, only to be met with another beak. “Ah!” Mugman was unable to stop himself, and slammed right into the obstacle. “Owww.” Satisfied, the woodpecker retreated back outside of the tree.
“C'mon!” Cuphead knew better than to stay in one place for too long, and grabbed Mugman's wrist as he pulled him forwards, until he caught sight of a shiny coin. “Mugs, gimme a boost!”
“What?” The coin caught Mugman's attention now as well, but he merely groaned in annoyance and proceeded to pull Cuphead away. “No, we don't have time to go out of our way! We're already wasting time just fighting our way through here!”
“But-”
“No! And don't make me have to throw you across this hole!” Cuphead turned to look ahead, only to see another hole they'd have to jump over.
Upon crossing over, another woodpecker stuck his head inside to glare down at the mugs with icy-blue eyes.
“Ahh!” The brothers rushed past him, just barely getting past the attack.
The boys continued to run forward, quickly approaching the end of the horizontal tunnel.
“Get ready to climb!” Mugs called, before a loud buzzing filled his metaphorical ears.
“Wasp!” Cried Cup, before he pointed his finger and snapped, shooting the large, incoming bug.
“That's a beetle!” Said Mug as he began jumping and climbing up the wooden ledges inside the tree. He saw a coin hidden in the corner, so he decided to snag it and give it to Cuphead later. “And I don't think they're going to-” Suddenly, another beetle propelled forward and slammed into Mugman from behind, pushing him onto the ground.
“So, ya think it's funny t'play with fire, eh? This'll learn ya!” The beetle began punching the poor boy in the back without mercy.
“Ow! Ow! Stop it! Get off! Ouch!!” Before Cuphead could react, Mugman snapped his fingers, and fired a Roundabout shot, letting it circle forwards, then over him, hitting his attacker. The beetle disappeared with a puff of smoke and stars, allowing for Mugman to get back up. “Ouch, that really hurt.” He whined.
“Can you climb?”
“I mean, we can't go back now, the woodpeckers will catch us. Let's just keep going.”
“Right.” Cuphead nodded.
The boys kept jumping up and making their way to the top, up until a pile of stumps blocked their path.
“This is as far as you two go!”
“You little brats will climb back down if ya know what's good fer ya!”
“What's yer problem?!”
“Please let us through, we just need to get a bird's eye view!”
“You set off a bomb in our house, and ask us what our problem is?!” The stump on the bottom said nothing, and spat out a pink spiky ball.
“Ah!!” Mugman squeaked, but Cuphead was quick to react, he jumped up and parried the spiky ball, saving his brother from another hit. “Whew.”
“You stacks o' wood ain't gonna stop us!! Megablast!!” Cuphead fired an Ex Move out both his fists, blasting the stumps into mere splinters. However, the force of the blast pushed him back, and had Mugman not been there to wrap an arm around him, he would have fallen down. “Thanks, pal!”
“We'll call it even. But do you really ha-”
“Yes! Speaking of signature moves,” Cuphead started, already jumping to the next ledge, “you should really call that green one fer th'Roundabouts the 'Jumbo Rebound'!” Mugman hopped up next to him.
“'Jumbo Rebound'?”
“Doesn't that sound nifty?!”
“It sounds like a load of hooey.”
“Yer just jealous you didn't think of it first.” Cuphead looked up to the next platform, and frowned. “Aw come on!”
“Where we going?”
“Mugs!!” Mugman snorted, then catching sight of the next ledge. “I can't jump that high.”
“I think I might be able to.” Mugman bent down, then quickly jumped up, landing perfectly on the higher ledge. “Well look at that. Hahahah! Here,” Mugman knelt down and extended his hand for his little brother. “Grab my hand.” Cuphead jumped up and latched onto his brother's hand so that Mugman could quickly pulled him up. However, Cuphead nearly slipped out from Mugman's grip, and grabbed onto some red curtains with his free hand for support, before Mugman was able to pull him up. It was only then, staring down at his brother did he realize just how high up they were. “Oh gosh. We'd better be careful.”
“We're at the top now.”“
Right, let's head out.”
Our heroes walked outside the tree, only to be met with a culex of mosquitoes.
“Cuphead!” They cried.
“Hey, Marvin.” Cuphead waved to the one in front.
“Whaddya doin' here?! Boss is real mad at ya!”
“We can't head back down now!” Mugman confessed.
“Here!” The mosquitoes flew down below, and each one returned with a leaf, freshly plucked from the tree. “We'll help you two across! Do whatchya gotta do, before Daniel comes back!!” The brothers jumped across the makeshift bridge formed by the mosquitoes, making their way towards the cliff on the other side, up until a mosquito behind them suddenly let out a brief grunt in pain, then disappeared into a puff of smoke.
“Ahh, it's Daniel!”
“He knows!”
“Run away!”
“No don't! We still need to get across!” Cuphead begged, but the remaining mosquitoes had already fled.
“Cupheeeaad!!” A loud voice roared.
“Ahh!”
“Whadda we do, Mugs?!”
“Don't worry! We'll stay with you so you have something to stand on!”
“Thanks! That means a lot, Micheal!” Mugman said.
A ginormous dragonfly flew in front of the duo, glaring at Cuphead with intense hostility.
“Mugs?!”
“We're trapped, we have no choice but to fight back!” The pair opened fire, and shot at Daniel before he began preparing some sort of attack. However, Mugman's Roundabouts only circled back and behind him, before they came near their foe.
“Mug, you're too far, your shots aren't hitting him!”
“I know!! Ugh! Cover me, I'm switching back to the Peashooter!” Mugman took off the glove on his left hand, ready to take off the ring, but before he could, Daniel made a loud roar, his mouth opened wide, and he spat out a yellow fire attack.
“Mugs, look out!” Mugman turned around and jumped back, the fireball clipping Micheal's wing, causing the mosquito to plummet.
“No!!” Mugman cried as he watched their friend fall.
“Mug, he's rearin' up again!!”
“Hang on!” Mugman rushed over towards Cuphead, just to get a little extra height before he dug into his pockets and pulled out the Super Coin.
“Bwar!!” The giant dragonfly spewed out another fire attack, Cuphead jumped down, getting closer to Daniel as the mosquito he was standing on dropped as it was hit.
“Mayday! Mayday! Going down! Going down!!”
“Martin!” Cuphead turned to face Daniel. “What's wrong with you?! Don't you realize yer hurting them?!” Daniel just growled, glaring daggers at Cuphead.
“I think it's safe to say he's in a blind rage!” Mugman flicked the coin with his thumb, watching it carefully as it flew through the air, just to make sure he was able to catch it in his head. “Woah!” Mugman could feel the magic connecting with his soul and growing stronger. He gathered the magic in his body, and jumped up, cracking a large, confident grin. “Haaaaaah!!” Mugman suddenly blasted Daniel with the milk in his head, the force of the mighty blast being enough to damage the dragonfly's wing. Daniel spun, completely out of control as he too, began to plummet to the earth below.
“Aaaand stay down!”
“Oh, wooaahh...” Mugman swayed just a little as he landed, spirals replacing the pupils in his eyes.
“Pfft!” Cuphead snorted, “Ya alright there, pal?”
“I'm...really dizzy now...” Cuphead hopped over to his older brother, steadying him to make sure he wouldn't fall before Mugman shook his head, seemingly curing his dizzy spell. “Anyway, since we're up here, let's do what we came to do, since we don't have to worry about him anymore. Or, at least for now.”
Mugman removed the straw from his head to use it as a telescope, once again. He gazed over to Inkwell's observatory, looking all around the building before he finally spot a pink woman with a red and pink dress who seemed to be repairing the telescope. The woman had short, brown hair fashioned into a curly bob style, a long and pointed nose, and a wind vane for a hair accessory.
“See anything?”
“There's a woman there for sure...And since Cagney looked this way when we mentioned her name...It's likely to be Hilda.”
“Cuphead! Mugman! You did it! You defeated Daniel!” A mosquito popped up, with an obvious white bandage over the injured part of his wing.
“Micheal!” The boys chimed.
“We're so glad you're okay!”
“We thought that jerk killed ya!”
“Aw shucks, fellas! Nothin' I couldn't patch up! Anyway, you've brought the treetops back to peace for now, take these for yer troubles!” Micheal handed the brothers one coin each.
“Golly!”
“Thank you!!”
“Don't mention it, boys! Say, if ya two are lookin' to visit that observatory up there, the path over there on that cliff should lead you two right to it!!”
“Alright! Thanks!” Mugman nodded. “Cuphead, you go first! You can jump further.”
“Got it!” Cuphead lunged and dashed across to the land, then helped Mugman get across himself.
“So how's that Roundabout workin' fer ya?”
“You want to give it a shot?” Mugman asked, handing his little brother the green ring.
“Huh? Really?”
“Yeah. I thought it'd be useful for being able to do more damage, and being able to focus on constant firing and dodging. At least some shots would hit the target. But I usually just hang back and give cover fire. And I think at least one of us should use it.”
“Yeah, I'll give it a shot.” Cuphead smirked, closing his fist around the ring.
The brothers ran towards the observatory, up until they were stopped by the canteen pilot of Inkwell Isle, otherwise known as Floyd the Fly Boy.
“Woah, woah, woah! Cuphead, where you headed off to in such a rush?” Cuphead worked many odd jobs around Isle One, and he'd done more than a handful for Floyd, so the two got to know each other fairly well.
“Ah! Floyd! We need to talk to Hilda Berg, and we're kinda in a hurry!” Cuphead explained.
“Oh? The woman that works in the observatory? What for?”
“Ugh! Long story short, we need to get her Soul Contract!” Mugman said, not wanting to waste any more time than they had already.
“Woah! Her what now?! Now I don't know Hilda personally, but I know she'd dogfight with ya before she'd ever give something as important as that to anyone!”
“Dogfight?” Cuphead wasn't quite sure what the term meant, but Mugman had done plenty of reading to know, himself.
“That's like...plane combat?”
“What's so plain about combat?”
“Oh Cuphead! Not plain as in simple! Plane as in Aeroplane!” Floyd clarified.
“Oh!”
“We don't have any way to fight against that! What are we gonna do, Cuphead?!”
“What about those two spare planes you've had me clean and polish?”
“What?”
“Good idea, Cups!! 'Floyd,' was it? May we please borrow your Aeroplanes?”
“Yeah! We need to fly like you do!!”
“What's that? You two want to fly in a plane like I do?” The brothers nodded with hope. “Ha!!”
“Please! We'll be careful! We need them, it's only for two days!” Mugman begged.
“Oh no, I never use those two planes. I'd just give them to ya!”
“Huh? Then why are you laughing like that?” Cuphead huffed.
“You're not sitting in any cockpit 'til you study those blueprints!” Floyd smiled generously as he handed the brothers two sets of blueprints to learn from. “While you're reading those, I'll get your aircrafts ready for launch.”
“Oh, thank you, Floyd!!” Mugman beamed.
“Now remember, steering is the opposite of what you think it should be! If you want to move your Aeroplane up, you pull the stick back!” Floyd yelled over the two engines of the red and blue planes. “If you want to pull down, you push the stick forward! It's all inverted!”
“Right!” Mugs nodded, “thanks again!”
“Use these goggles for safety!” Floyd told them, handing the brothers each a special pair of goggles. “The last thing any pilot needs is to go blind because a bug flew into their eye!” These aren't exactly made for dogfights, but the buttons on the stick should connect with your magic, and allow for gunfire!”
“Got it, Floyd!” Cuphead nodded, letting his safety goggles smack over his eyes. The canteen spun the propellers on both of the Aeroplanes, then stood back to make sure the boys were ready for takeoff, looking back to make sure the grassy runway was clear.
“Red Casablanca and Blue Bomber, you are clear for takeoff!” The brothers moved their planes forward and after getting up to speed, pulled the aircrafts up and took to the sky.
The brothers flew up to the observatory and found the pink woman from before asleep on a cloud.
“Excuse me, miss?” Mugman called, waking the other up as she opened an eye. “Are you Hilda Berg?”
“Huh? Why do you ask?”
“Well...There's no easy way to say this, but...Hmm...W-what would it take for us to convince you to give us your Soul Contract peacefully?” Hilda's eyes popped open at that.
“My what now?!”
“Look, lady! We don't wanna fight! But we've got a job to do, whether we like it or not!”
“Please, Hilda! We can do this without fighting!”
“Tough! I'm not just gonna give you that!! If you want it, you'll have to take it from my cold, deflated body!!”
Hilda took a deep breath, sucking up the cloud she was lying on as her body swelled up to resemble the shape of a zeppelin. The golden bracelets around her gloves jingled as she threw her left hand up, and her right hand out.
“Khah!” She exhaled, pedaling the unicycle she was suddenly on. “RT-001, bandits at my twelve!” Cuphead quickly opened fire as a small, purple toy zeppelin flew up next to Hilda and shot a small, black bullet before Cuphead managed to destroy it. “Heheheh!!” Hilda laughed, a 'HA' in black flew out of her mouth and at Mugman.
“Ahh!” Mugman just barely managed to bring his Aeroplane into a short nosedive to dodge it.
“RS-001, you are clear to engage!” Another purple toy zeppelin came forth, and fired another bullet before turning around and retreating. “Heheheh!!” Once again, a 'HA' left her mouth and soared right to Cuphead.
“Wuh-oh!!” Cuphead tried to pull down, but he only pulled his Aeroplane up, which allowed the words to scrape the undercarriage of his plane. Hilda took another deep inhale and her body expanded with the air like a balloon, before she released the pent-up air inside, propelling herself at the boys with a,
“Pppthththtphtphthpthtb!!” Hilda left a trail of clouds in her wake, as well as a formation of golden stars.
“What was that?!” Cuphead asked.
“I don't know. Do you think we should go back for her?” Mugman looked behind, and saw Hilda was slowly flying her way back towards them. “Cuphead, watch your six!!”
“Huh?! I thought it was close to one!”
“No, not- just pull up!!” Cup was quick to react, and pulled his plane up, just as the blimp moved back into view, chanting,
“RT-002, RG-001, RS-001, you are clear to engage!” As she finally reached the spot in the air she was at before, her body became engulfed in a sudden puff of clouds.
When the smoke cleared, Hilda had been replaced with a pink, cloud-like bull with golden glowing horns and yellow, starry eyes.
“A bull?!” Mugman questioned, pulling his plane up to aim between the bull's eyes.
“Mug, don't worry about resolving this! Just shoot!!” Mugs reluctantly began firing, hitting the cloud bull right between the horns. The bull suddenly bucked at the brothers, and both were just barely able to pull up and avoid the hit. Another purple toy zeppelin flew in, but before it could fire, Mugman shot it down, earning an angry snort from the ox.
“Wait, is this bullfighting, or dog fighting?” Mugman wondered.
“It's bulldog fighting!” Another purple toy zeppelin appeared.
“Cuphead! Twelve-o-clock!”
“I thought you said it was six!!”
“Right in front of you!!” The zeppelin fired at Cuphead. “Look out!!” Cuphead managed to roll out of the way, but the toy got away as well. “Never mind! You focus on the bull! I'll give you cover fire when I have to!”
“Sounds like a plan!” The ox lunged forward at the pilots again with a loud snort, just before one of the purple zeppelins came back.
“Oh no you don't!!” Mugman was quick to fire at the toy, destroying it before it could shoot again. “Bullseye!”
“Did you really just-” The bull bucked once, and our heroes dodged it, but then it suddenly bucked once again, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“You twits!! Don't you know that was a flippin' Taurus, not just 'a bull'?!”
“What the heck's a Taurus?”
“It's a constellation, Cups!”
“Raahh!! Time to send you both back to the tax payers!! RT-003, engage red bandit! PG-001, engage blue bandit at vector 2-7-0!”
“W-w-wait!! We can still talk this out! W-we don't have to fight!! I, um, I'm really good at baking!” Mugman pleaded, watching as a purple toy zeppelin and a green toy zeppelin flew in, the green one coming in from the west. “I-I can make you brownies if you want!”
“I don't want your darn brownies, kid! Open fire!!” The two zeppelins shot at the brothers, the purple one firing out a pink bullet. Cuphead was close enough and did the first thing that came into mind, he let the end of his straw close up as a white glove formed, his Aeroplane looped forward as he parried the bullet successfully.
However, the green toy zeppelin fired four bullets at Mugman, trapping the poor mug. Wishing he could dash, Mugman tensed up, bracing for impact just before he and his plane shrunk down, allowing him to narrowly maneuver his way in between the bullets. Once he was out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief, growing back to his normal size as he did.
“What was that?!” Cuphead asked.
“I don't know, but am I glad that it happened!”
“Grrr! Take this you little--!” Hilda threw her arms out, then in a sort of spiral motion as a small tornado formed in front of her.
“A tornado?!” Mugs gulped. Hilda then threw her hands forward, pushing the whirlwind towards the cups. “Break, break, break!!” Mugman pulled his Aeroplane up, where as Cuphead pushed his nose down, successfully dodging the attack.
“Break?! You want me to break?! Some brother you are, ain't that a little extreme?!”
“Not what I meant!”
“Darn it!! PS-001, engage!”
“Mugman! Shoot her!!”
“There's no reasoning with her...again!” Mugman continued firing, shooting down the green zeppelin that appeared.
“Grr!! PT-001, RG-001 engage! Shoot! Them! Down!!” Once again, a purple and a green toy zeppelin flew in and fired at the brothers.
“Ahh!” The two screamed, Mugman's right wing getting clipped.
“Hmhmhm. Fitting isn't it? I'm a blimp – you're a wimp!” She cackled, just before the pair shot the zeppelins down. Hilda frowned, glaring at the brothers before taking in another deep breath.
“Cuphead, look out!”
“Pfftphtphtphtpthtphtphtb!!” Hilda propelled between the ceramic duo once again, leaving a trail of clouds and stars in her wake. Anyone could easily recognize the shape to resemble two stick-figures holding hands. “RT-003, RG-002, RS-002, PT-002, PG-001, PS-002, you are all clear to engage!!”
Once again, Hilda disappeared behind a thick veil of clouds, and transformed into a twin-set of pink women covered only by clouds. The women circled around a glowing gold crystal-like ball, glaring back at the boys as various toy zeppelins flew in, ready for attack.
“Uh, Mugs?!”
“Just keep firing, and focus on dodging for now!!” The twins suddenly cackled.
“You won't get too far...” One spoke in a higher voice,
“it has been foretold in the stars.” The other grinned, almost singing in a lower voice. The two suddenly sang a very short song, which summoned a golden fireball-like vortex right in front of the brothers. Mugman had already shot down two of Hilda's toy zeppelins, where as Cuphead ended up destroying one more.
Suddenly, the vortex before them began shooting, going in a counter-clockwise motion.
“Wha? Cuphead, pull up now!!”
“Aaaahh!!” Cuphead yelped as he did his best to avoid the attack, but for a moment, he stopped moving, thinking he was safe. Cuphead focused some of the magical energy in his body outwards, spinning his Aeroplane into an aileron roll as he released a black rocket with red tail fins and teeth at the pink twins. The rocket slowly began to pick up speed, and the jaw clamped open and closed as it chomped down at anything in its path.
“Ouch!!” The women shrieked. Cuphead watched the Chomper Missile curiously until Mugman flew past him.
“Keep moving!!” Cuphead didn't hesitate, and followed after his brother as the trail chased after the two, just barely clipping Cuphead's tail.
“Woah!!”
“You're fine, don't start panicking on me now!”
“I- right!” Cuphead was starting to get overwhelmed, but for his brother's sake, he did his best to keep his cool, and shot down two more zeppelins.
“How dare you?!” The twins growled. As the fire of the vortex made a complete rotation, it disappeared back into the sky. “Hmm? You survived the Twin's Fire? Well, you've already survived the Bull's Horns and the Laughing Luna-tic...Perhaps it's time we must switch tactics.” The women thought out loud just before Cuphead shot the left one in the right eye. “Augh!!” The women transformed back into Hilda with a puff of smoke, “RT-004, RG-003!” She didn't need to give them orders at this point, only call them. Two purple zeppelins quickly fired at each of the cups before quickly retreating. Our heroes dodged, focusing their efforts on Hilda herself. “Ouch! Ow! Ow!!” Hilda was starting to feel her injuries from the brothers' combined firepower, and began desperately calling her toy zeppelins. “RT-004, engage! RS-002, engage! RG-003, engage!!” Three more purple zeppelins appeared, and opened fire, and one by one, Mugman shot them all down. “No, no, no!!” Hilda suddenly took several bullets to her chest, and started groaning in pain as she grabbed both sides of her head. Her arms and legs began flailing about, as the sunlight suddenly drained from the sky, becoming dark enough for stars to come into view.
“The sun's setting?! But it's only 1:30!!”
“I thought you said it was twelve!!”
“Raaaaaahhh!!” Hilda raised her arms up, then her whole body curled down as she suddenly changed into a giant pink and red mechanical moon. “Heh heh heh heh...” Mugman was utterly speechless.
“M-Mugman!!”
“Uhh- keep firing!! Sh-she must be getting desperate!!” The brothers continued their fire, as gold and pink stars flew towards them. Hilda began to laugh psychotically, as her face lunged outwards, releasing several UFO saucers that flew out. A brown and gold UFO suddenly fired a red lazer beam that turned yellow right in front of Cuphead, forcing the child to pull back.
“Aaah!” Mugman glanced over at Cuphead for a moment, worried he might have been in serious trouble, but he appeared to be just fine, so he inched his Aeroplane closer to Hilda, watching as another brown UFO fired in front of him, forcing him to dodge as well.
Cuphead began to focus completely on Hilda, thinking the UFOs would only fire in front of them, which would give him enough time to dodge. He was unfortunately wrong, and a red and gold saucer that he hadn't noticed suddenly hit him with it's lazer.
“Aaaahh!!” Cuphead screeched in pain, tears welling up in his eyes. Without anything covering him above, Cup had felt the full-force of the attack, leaving both him and his plane steaming. Mugman rushed over next to his little brother.
“Cuphead!!”
“I'm fine!” Cuphead lied, slowly becoming more and more overwhelmed. He pushed it all aside however, and focused on Hilda once again. However, it wouldn't take long for his focus to be broken again, as another lazer hit him from above, severely damaging his left wind and engine. “Augh! Ow stop it!! Aaah!!”
“Cup!”
“M-Mugs, I-I can't do this! I-it's too much! I-I can't-”
“Shh, don't talk like that! You can do this, I know you can! Alright?! Do you have enough for a Super?”
“Um...Not a full Super, just a few Ex Moves.”
“Alright...” Mugman thought for a moment. “Let's unleash everything we've got and end it quickly!”
“B-but what about the UFOs?”
“It seems to me that the red ones fire when they're right above you, and the brown ones shoot when they're in front of you. Just keep firing, and focus on drawing out their fire when you need to!” Mugman began to fly closer to Hilda.
“What about you?!”
“I'm going to hit her with everything I've got!!” Mugman released the magical energy from his full Super Meter, his body melded with his Aeroplane as the two morphed into a Super Bomb. Mugman soared up close and personal to Hilda, smashing right into her forehead.
“Yeowch!!” Mugman was suddenly back to normal, plane and all, as he drifted back to Cuphead, smirking from the adrenaline rush using the Super gave him.
“Now, Cuphead!!” Hilda's face lunged out again, showcasing the golden gears inside the moon as they turned, and releasing more UFOs out into the sky. Cuphead took a deep breath, and expelled the built-up magical energy from his body. His plane went into an aileron roll as a large Chomper Missile was shot out from the plane, hitting Hilda right in the top crescent of her moon body.
“Yah! Raarrgg!!” She growled, glaring up at her now bent-up crescent. Cuphead glanced up, and noticed an incoming red UFO. He inched his plane forward, triggering the red saucer to fire, but quickly pulled back in a Split S maneuver, flipping and moving a half-loop down. The milk inside his head spilled out as he turned upside down, but as he rolled and flipped back to facing right-side-up, he managed to catch the milk he spilled, and his straw, back inside his head. Now on a lower plane, Cuphead fired off another Ex Move, releasing another Chomper Missile that smacked Hilda in the lower crescent, crinkling it up upon impact. “Ouch! Why you little-!” Cuphead looked up again, and caught sight of a brown saucer above. Before the UFO could fire, Cuphead pulled back in a loop, causing it to fire long before the lazer would make contact with his Aeroplane. Cuphead pulled his plane up, staring Hilda right in the eyes just before he released one last Chomper Missile that crashed right into her nose and teeth, breaking her nose in several places as well as some of her teeth. Hilda began making various moaning and groaning noises as her eyes spun around in pain.
“You did it!”
Hilda transformed back into her normal form with a puff of smoke, the sun and sky turning back to normal as she did. She had her left arm in a sling, her right forearm wrapped up, a white bandage was on her left cheekbone, and her nose, which was still bent at the tip, was wrapped up in white gauze.
“Ugh...I...can't believe this...” Hilda fell back from the sky, landing on a patch of thick, fluffy clouds.
“It's over, Hilda!”
“Please. Just hand it over to us, Ms. Berg.” Mugman asked sweetly. Hilda sighed, pinching herself between the eyes.
“Fine, fine!! Just take it!!” Hilda pulled out a scroll from inside the cloud, and quickly folded it into a paper airplane. She threw it to Cuphead, hitting him right in the chest. Cuphead unfolded the scroll, checking the seal, before shoving it somewhere in the cockpit of his plane. “I just...all I wanted was to do my job...None of this was ever supposed to happen...” The brothers looked over to each other, then back to Hilda, guilt evident only in Mugman's eyes.
“Hilda...? Will you be oka-”
“Just go!! You got what you came here for! Now leave!!” The brothers looked at each other again before turning around to land their Aeroplanes.
Hilda looked down to the ground, tears in her eyes. Her gaze wandered to a specific meadow, biting her lip as she forced herself to hold back her tears. She was still so close to the observatory, and she refused to cry in sight of her coworkers. Lest she prove those jerks right...not jerks...she loved all the scientists...
“This...can't be happening...right?” Hilda tried to get up, but a sharp pain in her chest where she was shot was all the proof she needed. This wasn't a nightmare. This was real. “I've got to record all my findings for them...I've gotta give them the blueprints for the zeppelin drones...” The last thing Hilda was going to so was let all her work and research be for nothing, just because she was dragged down to Hell. Hilda got back up, and called two more zeppelins. “P-PT-003, PG-002...” Two green toy zeppelins appeared. “H-help me back to the lab...There's a lot of work I have to do before I'm taken...” The toy zeppelins both frowned, but adjusted themselves between her arms, then flew her back into the observatory.
Trygve pat Torden on the back and he, unaware of who just touched him randomly while grocery shopping for baby food, made a little. “Ouch.” Noise of discomfort, turning his head to face who’d done it.
He froze, theoretically of course, but couldn’t seem to move a muscle when he spotted his father. Trygve patted him on the back once more, trying to kick start his sons body.
“What is wrong?” Trygve asked curiously, leaning his elbow on Torden’s shoulder nonchalauntly. “I have gotten a job in England, I can see you more often, yes?”
“Y… Yes, Herr.” Torden responded quietly, looking at his father’s shoulder, and not his face.
Out of the blue, someone Trygve recognised walked down the store ile, waving and approaching the two. They were barely taller than Torden, brown haired and green eyed. They wore a uniform the same as Trygve, which Torden had missed the first time looking at the other. He had no idea where he would’ve worked from the uniform, black and red around the collar and sleeves.
Trygve said his friend’s name while Torden was not listening, but zoned back into reality when he was hit on the shoulder, shaking his head a little.
“Huh?”
“Torden, right?” The co-worker asked, offering his hand to shake, which he did after hesitation (and a glare from Trygve). “You look like your father.”
Torden inhaled slowly, nodding and not saying a word in response. After a while of peace he thought he’d be okay, you know? That if he saw his father again, he would be able to talk to him normally, he hadn’t seen any proof that he hadn’t changed. He might’ve changed, it’d been more than 10 years since he’d lived with him.
“Nice to meet you, Torden.” The co-worked said again, looking at Torden rather concerned. He nodded in response again, and the co-worker left with his shopping cart, which Torden had also failed to notice. Thinking back, his accent was odd and he couldn’t pinpoint where he might’ve gotten in from.
“I should get back to shopping.” Torden finally spoke, only after no one else except from his father was around the ile. He was about to turn back and read the label on the- he couldn’t remember what he was holding anymore- in which he suddenly had a sharp pain on the side of his face.
Wincing, he made a squeak and dropped whatever was in his hand in surprise, covering the side of his face he’d just been slapped on. He breathed out shakily and didn’t look back up at his father, who seemed to be hush-yelling at him. Though he wasn’t listening, he couldn’t think of a reason to be yelled at this time, or slapped, for that matter.
Trygve took Torden’s bag himself and shoved the dropped item in it as well. He shoved Torden’s shoulder to turn him around, and walked with him as if he was a disobedient child.
"...do you have to leave soon? Wny do you look like that?"
"Hmm?? No, fleur that's not it. I have a meeting with Jakob later today, but after I want to take you to dinner... and I don't know if i want to share you with my crew..." He reached for the princess' hand to press a kiss. "That's all..."
"You had me all to yourself yesterday, don't be so stingy~" he teased softly.
"Ah, but I'm a pirate, did you forget?" he leaned in, smiling at the other's squeaking laugh. "What is a pirate if not greedy with his treasure?"
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley
Additional Tags: Ghoap, Drabble, Dancing, Suggestive, Humour
Series: Part 8 of Ghost/Soap
Summary:
