Forget the cares of the too-human heroes, for now. Lay aside heroism and villainy. This is love, transcending humanity.
pause, rewind, linger | Machina Ex Machina // Ontologically Evil // The Rogue 2 // Against the Sky // Humanicide 2396 // Jailbreak!! // We, They, It // Static From the Stars // Core Function
I'm going to explain to you why Altan, Qara and Chaghan are the characters that were telling us in advance about the end of the trilogy and the trifecta formed by Nezha, Rin and Kitay but we didn't pay enough attention to them
Altan, Chaghan and Qara are the" failed" trifecta
Altan's sacrifice breaks the cycle, paving the way for Rin, Kitay, and Nezha to become the next generation of the trifecta
Each reflects the mistakes of the past: Rin as Altan and Riga, Kitay as Qara and Jiang, and Nezha as Chaghan and Daji, all trapped in the same vicious cycle
In the end, Rin understands that, like Altan, her destiny is to sacrifice herself to break the cycle. Her death, along with Kitay's, leaves Nezha alive and ruling, mirroring Chaghan's fate
In the dynamic of Rin, Kitay and Nezha, it is clear that they represent an echo of Altan, Chaghan and Qara's failed attempt. Rin takes Altan's place as the center of destruction and strength, Kitay represents strategic and emotional stability as Qara did, while Nezha, being the only one left in the end, is a distorted version of Chaghan, the survivor who carries the weight of the world
Rin understands, at the end of the trilogy, the meaning of Altan's sacrifice: not only was it necessary to break the cycle to create something new, but his sacrifice was also an act of love towards her, giving her the opportunity to build a future that he never had. Rin's sacrifice reflects that understanding, breaking the cycle of hatred and revenge that Riga perpetuated in his generation
(I hope you understand, English is not my first language)
from anony chat: Aunty DD I need something from the Trifecta so bad. Idc which one your pick! "I'd never lie to you." 😩I can't wait to see what you do! I love your writing!
Manny Mayans x Reader
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Trifecta Ask -> see RIO fic JOHNNY fic
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His Lesson
Manny saw you arrive but remained seated at the bar, letting you come to him. Angling himself in his seat to face you, he enjoyed watching you navigate around all the bodies squeezed into the clubhouse. His eyes went over your outfit with appreciation. Tracking your movements had him tucking his bottom lip behind his teeth and slowly releasing it, tilting his head as his fingers traced the shape of the beer bottle he held. Every time someone stopped you to say hello, you could catch a glimpse of him over their shoulder and the slow curling of the corner of his mouth made your lips twitch, pressing down on a secret smile of your own.
When you finally got to him, he stood up, taking your hands to pull you into him. “Hey, mamas,” he rasped out.
You never got a chance to say a word in return. The kiss he greeted you with was smooth but possessive. Longer and deeper than his normal kiss hello, especially considering you were in a packed-out room filled with his brothers and party people. As he ended the kiss, he held you close, his hand still cupping your neck and ear.
Aware of the crush of bodies around you, you darted your eyes to the crowd and back to him. With an embarrassed smile, you pressed your hand into his chest, washed in both a self-conscious heat and a sensual one.
“Manny--”, you started.
“What?” he murmured, his face just centimeters from yours.
The look in his eyes and the gravel in his voice snatched the words from your throat and he was kissing you again. Shamelessly, seductively - releasing a quiet groan into your mouth that made your fingers curl, crumpling his cut in your fists. Cupping your jaw so you could not escape him again, he asked you how you were and if you missed him, as if you could formulate a coherent thought between the soft nudges of his tongue to your lips. You had missed him terribly while you had been visiting your family and his hands trailing up and down your back was making it far worse.
“Let’s go,” you whispered, falling further into his dark eyes.
A ghost of a smile touched his mouth while he traced your lip with his thumb. “Can’t, Reina. We got a visiting charter in the house tonight. It’s gonna be a while before I can just disappear.” His Adam’s apple dipped in a silent chuckle, seeing the disappointment on your face. “Mmm…I know, Bella. We’re gonna have to wait, but listen…” Leaning near your ear, he let his heated rasp slide down the side of your neck, as his hands slid down to lift you up tighter to him by your butt cheeks. “I got you though. I promise you that.”
Your knees went weak from his dark vow. But across the room, someone chose that moment to call out Manny’s name, and just like that, the spell was broken.
“Be back,” he said, stroking your cheek and pressing another warm kiss on your lips.
When he returned to your side, it only got worse. Or was it better? Truth was, Manny was handsy with you on any given day. But not seeing you for almost a week turned him into an octopus. There was no escaping his touch - teasing, possessive, needy. As the night went on, he held conversations while tracing your waist, playing with your hair, and laying his long ass arm around your shoulders so he could trail his fingers over the tops of your breasts.
Every time you playfully pushed him away, he tugged you right back to him. His hands took up permanent residence on your ass, occasionally following the seam of your jeans between your butt cheeks. His errant fingertips dipping as low as he could get away with without having you pinch him to remind him you were still in public. At one point, he had turned your body just enough to hide how he was palming your breast and toying with your nipple from the room, while silencing your protesting lips with an innocent-looking kiss.
“Manny, stooooop,” you whined, trying to peel his wandering hand off of you once again. Your core was beginning to ache from his constant teasing attention.
Letting loose a rumbling chuckle, he dipped his knees, grazing his lips and stubble up your neck to your ear. “What, mamas? Thought you said you missed me.”
Oh my God, you thought, shrinking away, ducking your chin down to suppress the spray of tingles his move released all over your body. “You know I did…but you’re being mean.”
Looking down at you, he wet his lips, giving you three slow blinks. “Ion know what you’re talkin’ about.”
Frowning, you wanted to fuss at him but the smoky look he was giving you had you melting instead and he knew it. Sucking your teeth at him, you flopped your head into his chest, whining, “Yes, you doooo.”
His deep laugh made you smile, too, and he wrapped his arms around you again, wiggling you to make you look up at him. “C’mon, now. I ain’t mean. Since when is it ‘mean’ to touch you? Hm?” Running his hand slowly up and down your back, he continued, raising his eyebrows. “Is this hurting you? Huh?”
You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips down on your smile, not wanting to give him an inch.
“No?” Giving your waistline a squeeze, he trailed his fingertips up your side to cup your face. “How about this?”
He wet his lips, leaning in, then denied you the kiss you expected. Instead, he floated his lips down to your neck, opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on your tender skin. Oooooh shit. It was your well-known weakness. Your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth watered and a moan escaped, mixing with his low chuckle vibrating against your throat. He let go to flick his tongue on the tender spot he created and switched sides of your neck, biting down and sucking to his heart’s content. The noise of the clubhouse dissipated as he increased the suction, sending rolls of pleasure through you. You gripped his back as your kitty pulsed and neither of you had to check to know you were leaking through to your panties at that point.
Standing up straight with his arms low and loose around your waist, he gave you a sultry smile. His eyes sparkled with devilment. “That sounded like somethin’, bella…but it wasn’t pain.”
Embarrased by the reaction he had just elicited from you, you buried your face in his cut and giggled out, “I hate you.”
His name being called again was the only thing that saved you from getting more of his torment. Watching him leave you once again, you ached for him, unable to stop the flutter and clutch deep within. Free to move around the room as you pleased, you hoped chatting it up with some of the women you knew would shake off the lingering feeling of his lips. And hands. And tongue flicks. Lawd, nothing was helping. Distracted from the conversation around you, you started fanning yourself to calm down, when it hit you. Two can play this game. Excusing yourself, you headed for the bathroom to level the playing field.
0.o.0.o.0
When you found Manny, he was sitting at a table with a couple you didn’t know, Canche and Otero. Manny smile was angelic, happy to see you and offering you his lap. Sitting down carefully, you greeted everyone, not really wanting to join the conversation. As soon as you were settled, he placed his hand high up on your thigh, sneaking a swipe over your sensitive vee with his thumb, making you twitch before you crossed your legs. Manny’s devilish side was showing once again; he purposely kept his attention on the speaker, pretending not to feel your eyes on him. His cheeks were raised a little too high for it to be just because of an amusing story.
Oh, it’s like that? Game on.
“Were you looking for me?” You adjusted in his lap and he squeezed your thigh as you kissed his cheek warmly. Pulling back, you glanced at his cheek, wincing, you apologized, “Sorry, babe. I got you.”
Smiling casually, you wiped your lip gloss from his cheek with your thumb, letting your index and middle fingers linger under his nose. It only took a second for Manny’s lips to part in disbelief as the familiar scent hit him. Pussy. Your pussy. His pussy.
His eyes snapped up to yours, silently questioning. The fuck?
Your face was a picture of innocence. You blinked twice, your expression questioning his - then you smiled, cracking your gum, arching an eyebrow playfully. What?
Are you serious? Manny’s eyebrows flashed, bouncing together in a quick frown, not wanting to call attention to the silent communication you were having.
You ran your fingernails over his sparse beard, the joy in your eyes contradicted the daring game you were playing with him. Letting him get another good whiff, you leaned to whisper, “I told you to stop playing with me.”
“Sooo, what?” His eyes darted toward the other people at the table and back to you. “You handled it by yourself?”
You held his gaze, tracing his neck tattoo. Denying him your answer just long enough for his frown to flash across his face again, urging you to answer. “What else could I do?” You shrugged, shifting to get up, but Manny was not having it. His hold on you tightened enough to keep you right where you were.
“Aye.” He gave you a quick squeeze, his dark eyes demanding the truth. “For real?”
With a smile, you pushed him further by peeling his hand from your leg, softly imprinting your next words on his jaw with your lips. "I'd never lie to you."
Pulling back, you looked him in the eye and put that same lust-scented finger in your mouth, using it to swirl your gum. Then, taking the entire digit in, you closed your lips around it. Drawing it out slowly, releasing it with a quiet pop. The other people at the table were forgotten as you licked your lips clean, holding his stare with one of your own until you saw the tips of his ears begin to color.
Manny gave the table a quick glance. “Let’s go,” he rasped out, quietly.
“Where? Outside?” Your questions came out sultry, pulling him in. “Now?”
His dark eyes turned smoky, and he wet his lips. “Yeah.”
“Mmmm.” Leaning closer, you cupped his jaw as if to kiss him, hovering. Your soft smile spread into a grin before you delivered the final blow. “I don’ really need to now, babe.”
Taking advantage of his surprise, you quickly jumped up, crafty in offering to get more drinks for the table. Manny’s eyes glittered, challenging your win. Knowing he was still watching, you put a little extra swing in your hips as you walked away. Lucky for you, or maybe not so lucky, the throb in his lap kept him from getting up and marching you out the door like he wanted to.
Waiting for your order, you caught a peek at Manny over your shoulder. Through the room’s smoky air, you could see the dangerous shine in his eyes. A sneaky smile crept up on your lips, imagining how your little lie was going to make for a very wild night later. You were definitely going to pay a delicious price, but for now, he deserved to think he had missed out.
Smart as he was, the Mayan still had lessons to learn about women.
a soft moment for the boys: it takes a long time (and favors cashed in alongside new favors owed and a more than slight abuse of robby's position as chief who controls scheduling) but one summer, a little bit into dennis' residency, so probably his r3 year, hucklerabbot manages to all get a week off together and go up to robby's cabin in the woods. it's a great time and they're all able to unwind and fuck nasty like rabbits, and do all the stereotypical woodsy retreat things you'd think of. but an unexpected revelation of this trip? just how feral dennis goes once back in nature. sure, the first day or two the woods are really off putting to him because this is a nebraska farm boy who's never seen forests before, but one afternoon they're taking a gentle hike and surrounded by all the greenery and leaves blowing in the wind, if he closes his eyes dennis can feel like he's home again. standing in one of his family's corn fields just before harvest- hot and humid with corn sweat coming off of stalks almost a foot taller than he is, but so peaceful and a perfect reprieve from his brothers torturing him. and once dennis makes this connection? oh he's in love with it now. dennis scares the crap out of his bfs by effectively getting the zoomies and just taking off in a random direction, giddy with how good it feels to not be trapped in the concrete jungle of the city anymore. but then robby, who knows the woods around this cabin like the back of his hand, and jack, military survivalist that he is, take off after him and it becomes a fun game of chase (and maybe we have some horny handjobs and blowjobs in the forest about it to come down from the adrenaline high what who said that). the rest of the trip rabbot practically has to sit on dennis to come inside long enough for basic necessities (by the time they leave, mike and jack separately have taken dozens of photos of dennis just enraptured being back in nature).
Thinking about this a lot-
Dennis who has only ever attributed nature to work for a very long time. He only found a peace in it once he had a way to get away from his brothers, once his dad trusted him with certain labors. When he was able to slide away and exist and found a solace in the quiet of nature.
The woods are a little more daunting because he can't see like he could on the farm. At home he could look out for miles, they had forests but not like this, not mountains and cliffs and a chance to touch the clouds hanging low, like a hand from heaven itself trying to reach Dennis.
But it still hits him, a dopamine rush so rich and full and he finds himself just running. He wants to feel his lungs burning, his feet aching, he wants to get as close to home as he can and this might just be the best option.
And Robby and Jack are fussing at him to be careful, don't trip, Den, seriously, slow down, you cannot break a bone out here.
But they've never seen him be so light. It's like a Dennis before Pittsburgh, before the woes of the job, before he stumbled into their arms.
Sure, yeah we've got a drabble of primal play because they're animals and there's something so hot about tracking him down and pinning him to the ground and tsking at their messy boy-
They have to drag him inside to eat. His sleep schedule becomes a fucking disaster.He wants to stay up and look at the sky because he can finally see the stars he saw back home. He falls asleep to the sounds he remembers as a child and it's the softest lullaby he's ever heard. Then he's awake with the sun, up and gone before they can even try to pull him back to bed.
Robby and Jack who have to promise that they'll come again before it gets too cold, okay fine maybe one snow trip, no seriously Dennis just one, two if we have time.
They at least have a way to recharge him like no other. A place to take him that isn't quite home, but somewhere like it.
Then again, home has become wherever the three of them are, so Dennis considers the cabin to be more of a piece of heaven for them to share.
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