((This is little and it only includes the two LVL 20 cameos but I loved their moment so much. The first referenced song is "The Apocalypse in Daddy's Sidecar" by Abney Park and it makes me think of them all the time... Also I'll try and make it up to you by writing a thing for the other four and the pug.
This might be a bit sad with fluff and no porn but... I just... had to?? They are like old gods by now, linked to their strange destiny.))
The desert was even more vast and bleak than it had been before the apocalypse. The ground was ashen and even the tiny bit of vegetation that had survived the worst weather was now dried out, barren and dead. In the middle of the desert in a large, lopsided tire track donut stood a motorcycle with a sidecar. A guitar rested on the seat, multiple stickers covering the dirty wood. Two hundred feet away, two people sat on an incline, watching the ruins of a city that once was at the horizon burn. One of them was a woman, her hair long and the color of fire. She wore camo pants, military boots and a black tank top. Her arms were covered in tattoos, the most prominent one a large dragon that wrapped around her entire arm and spread its maw over the back of the woman's hand, which was currently holding onto the hand of the man beside her. The man's hair was shorter, but still shoulder length. He was clad in simple jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and a leather jacket. His soft expression clashed with the rough looking rocker exterior. He rubbed his thumb over the ring on the woman's finger and smiled at her.
After a while, she sighed. "Do you think they made it?" He squinted in the distance, humming to himself as if in thought. The notes seemed to weave and flutter in the air for a moment, and there was a dark purple flash in his eyes. "I can't sense their presence on this plain. Maybe they found their way back..." "Could they be dead?" Their hands squeezed a little tighter. "I don't think so." "I hope you're right, babe."
The motorcycle was well cared for, but it still roared like the shittiest dragon in the world. The man was nodding his head to the beat of the song he was belting out over the noise while his wife kept her gaze on the horizon. Maybe, somehow, their friends would return. Maybe, somehow, they were still alive.
"We've got three wheels and a frame of rust Blue skies above, and behind us dust Half a tank of gas won’t carry us far, But I'm safe till apocalypse in 'Risha's sidecar"
She gave her husband an amused glance. "Isn't the original one saying something about being safe with daddy?" He gave her a glare. "It's about a father keeping his kid safe, not some strange apocalypse kink!" "I got a strange apocalypse kink for you, babe." He rolled his eyes but the corners of his mouth turned up. "You're terrible." "You love me." "I do." "Still, those song parodies are getting Scanlan level ridiculous." "I know. I just miss Sam. And Taliesin and Liam and Laura and Travis." The motorbike slowed, the motor being just a tiny bit less shitty and loud. "Me too. I hope they're safe." Something unspoken hung between them. The knowledge of having seen one of them split apart through dangerous magic aeons ago. They couldn't remember how much time had passed. They had timejumped back and forth so much they had lost all focus on when they were. All they could do was troll the desert each day and search for survivors. Friends. Anyone who wasn't dead.
"Do you ever think about giving up and finding a home somewhere?", she asked one night at the campfire they had lit. There was a moment of silence. "No. I can't think of anywhere I would be comfortable not trying to find them." "Me either." "And besides, my home is where you are." "Awh... babe..." Their hands clasped again, roaring dragon face and multiple wrist bands. Two gleaming bands around ring fingers.
Later, the man began to sing again. He had lots of time thinking about new lyrics now, but the oldies were goodies, and they made his wife, who had rested her head on his shoulder laugh the most.
"Yenk you will be our friend, travel through the portal and back again! Your heart is true, you’re a fiend and a confidant..."
Now you nod your head, in 'Risha's sidecar, Matt/Marisha, PG, 1/1
This might be a bit sad with fluff and no porn but... I just... had to?? They are like old gods by now, linked to their strange destiny.))
The desert was even more vast and bleak than it had been before the apocalypse. The ground was ashen and even the tiny bit of vegetation that had survived the worst weather was now dried out, barren and dead. In the middle of the desert in a large, lopsided tire track donut stood a motorcycle with a sidecar. A guitar rested on the seat, multiple stickers covering the dirty wood. Two hundred feet away, two people sat on an incline, watching the ruins of a city that once was at the horizon burn. One of them was a woman, her hair long and the color of fire. She wore camo pants, military boots and a black tank top. Her arms were covered in tattoos, the most prominent one a large dragon that wrapped around her entire arm and spread its maw over the back of the woman's hand, which was currently holding onto the hand of the man beside her. The man's hair was shorter, but still shoulder length. He was clad in simple jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and a leather jacket. His soft expression clashed with the rough looking rocker exterior. He rubbed his thumb over the ring on the woman's finger and smiled at her.
After a while, she sighed.
"Do you think they made it?"
He squinted in the distance, humming to himself as if in thought. The notes seemed to weave and flutter in the air for a moment, and there was a dark purple flash in his eyes.
"I can't sense their presence on this plain. Maybe they found their way back..."
"Could they be dead?"
Their hands squeezed a little tighter.
"I don't think so."
"I hope you're right, babe."
The motorcycle was well cared for, but it still roared like the shittiest dragon in the world.
The man was nodding his head to the beat of the song he was belting out over the noise while his wife kept her gaze on the horizon. Maybe, somehow, their friends would return. Maybe, somehow, they were still alive.
"We've got three wheels and a frame of rust
Blue skies above, and behind us dust
Half a tank of gas won’t carry us far,
But I'm safe till apocalypse in 'Risha's sidecar"
She gave her husband an amused glance.
"Isn't the original one saying something about being safe with daddy?"
He gave her a glare.
"It's about a father keeping his kid safe, not some strange apocalypse kink!"
"I got a strange apocalypse kink for you, babe."
He rolled his eyes but the corners of his mouth turned up.
"You're terrible."
"You love me."
"I do."
"Still, those song parodies are getting Scanlan level ridiculous."
"I know. I just miss Sam. And Taliesin and Liam and Laura and Travis."
The motorbike slowed, the motor being just a tiny bit less shitty and loud.
"Me too. I hope they're safe."
Something unspoken hung between them. The knowledge of having seen one of them split apart through dangerous magic aeons ago. They couldn't remember how much time had passed. They had timejumped back and forth so much they had lost all focus on when they were. All they could do was troll the desert each day and search for survivors. Friends. Anyone who wasn't dead.
"Do you ever think about giving up and finding a home somewhere?", she asked one night at the campfire they had lit.
There was a moment of silence.
"No. I can't think of anywhere I would be comfortable not trying to find them."
"Me either."
"And besides, my home is where you are."
"Awh... babe..."
Their hands clasped again, roaring dragon face and multiple wrist bands. Two gleaming bands around ring fingers.
Later, the man began to sing again. He had lots of time thinking about new lyrics now, but the oldies were goodies, and they made his wife, who had rested her head on his shoulder laugh the most.
"Yenk you will be our friend,
travel through the portal and back again!
Your heart is true,
you’re a fiend and a confidant..."