#multifandom flash

[stargirlwritingjourney]

Running Wild

Fandom: Descendants

Pairing: Jay/Carlos de Vil

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): Graphic Description of Violence, Forbidden Love

Summary: What if Carlos had never been taken in by the core four, instead left to squalor for a few years longer before Uma discovered him? Taken in by the pirates of the Isle, chains of events are altered and certain VKs are left to run wild for a few years unaffiliated before being swooped up and shipped over to Auradon. In saying this, certain friendships--maybe even relationships--are left forbidden.

Event(s): @fandom-free-bingo with 'mutual pining' | @multifandom-flash with Beehive: 'forbidden friendship' and Double Flash with 'after action patch-up' | @eclipsingbingo with 'slammed into a wall'

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Carlos whirled through the streets of the Isle, never trying to stay in one spot for too long. If living on the Isle had taught him one thing, it was either stand out and make sure everyone knew you were there so they would cower, or blend into the crowd as much as you possibly could until you could get back to your crew and have safety in numbers. 

So that was exactly what Carlos was doing, hiding within the crowd as he made his way from his mother’s manor to the other side of the Isle with hurried steps so no one had the chance to recognise him where Ursula’s fish and chip store was located. 

Though his name held weight with it, both from the insanity his mother had dissolved into and the recent growth in Uma’s name, and therefore his own. Though it had never been on his list of goals to be a recognisable figure on the Isle, rather sticking to the shadows as much as possible as he got by, he couldn’t say it was terrible to have an extra few seconds of hesitation when people ran into him and realised who he was. That didn’t mean he liked to hang around when he didn’t have the comfort of his allies. 

He had become quite skilled at avoiding unwanted eyes even though everything about his presence seemed to scream for them. From his pearly white hair to the red, black and white leather jacket he wore, in most cases, you would expect Carlos to stick out, but when on an Isle where almost every second person was wearing something similar it became easier. 

So Carlos believed that the surprise he felt as he was yanked from the street by the scruff of his jacket and pulled into one of the many backstreets was warranted, as well as the humiliating yelp that he let slip. Blind as to who had grabbed onto him, Carlos flailed his limbs around, trying to both hit his attacker and dislodge himself from their grip at the same time. It seemed nothing Carlos did work though as he was pulled further into the alleyway with only a grunt being pulled from the person who had dragged him.

It was only when a wickedly familiar laugh ran out around him, bouncing off the walls as Carlos was flipped around, his eyes landing on Harry Hook moments before he was slammed back, going crashing into the wall behind him as the air was knocked out of him and his vision went foggy for a few short moments. 

“What the hell, Harry?” Carlos spluttered once he was able to suck a proper breath of air into his lungs, his brows narrowing down into a glare as he did so. In the few years that Carlos had been aligned with Harry, he had become accustomed to his out-of-pocket actions, all of which were rough and without much warning, but that didn’t mean he favoured any of them. 

“Don’t act so surprised, Pup,” The nickname was whipped at him with a hiss, making him flinch back at the words. His reaction seemed to pull another laugh from Harry’s lips, knowing all the right ways on how to get under Carlos’ skin. Pulling Carlos from the wall and tucking him into his side with an arm hooked over his shoulders, Harry began to lead them in a new direction, helping them weave their way to whatever end destination Harry had in mind. “Uma wanted yer now and yer were takin’ too long to get yer boney arse over to the fish an’ chip shop. Someone had to come and get yer.”

“I was literally five minutes away. You’ve probably wasted more time going out of your way to do all this,” Carlos bit out, trying and failing to shoulder his side into Harry’s, the taller and bulkier simply smiling sharkishly down at him for his attempt. Though the two of them had come to tolerate one another, it didn’t mean Carlos could put up with him most days. “What’s so important anyway? Normally Uma would just scoff at me if I was late.”

“She wants the lot of us to go onto little ol’ Mal’s territory and stir up some trouble,” A bark of laughter shot out of Harry, echoing off the walls as if he were a hyena. It only worsened when he got a glance at Carlos’ face. “Don’t give me that look. We aren’t goin’ to kill anyone, just lightly wound. Besides, you’ll hopefully get to just sit pretty for us since Jay will be there.”

“What does Jay have anything to do with me being there,” Carlos grumbled, already feeling his face heat.

“Because that boy seems to be infatuated with yer,” There was an obvious amount of disgust in Harry’s words as he spoke, the ‘infatuation’ between the two bringing up vile into the back of Harry’s throat, the very idea of it being almost blasphemous. “Yer just have to bat yer eye and he’ll be rendered useless for a few minutes. Now come on, Gil and the others are goin’ to meet us there.”

Carlos wanted to say more, object to his words about Jay and even his presence at whatever this clash was meant to be, but instead swallowed his words and allowed Harry to pull him along. The best-case scenario was they didn’t run into Mal and her crew, or he was able to slip away when they did, hopefully, if Harry’s words were true, Jay would let him do so easily. Worst-case scenario Carlos was forced to fight and hopefully not get his arse kicked too much.

The closer the two of them got, the more Carlos doubted anything good would come from this. When they met up with Gil and some more of Uma’s crew it only solidified Carlos’ worse hopes. 

It didn’t take long to locate Mal, Jay and Evie, the three of them with some kids their age that Carlos hadn’t seen before, a rare occasion due to how small the Isle was. He was sure if he had learnt their names he would recognise them more easily. 

He didn’t pay attention to the words spoken between the two groups, his focus set on slipping away until his eyes landed on Jay. It seemed he had been staring at him since Carlos had first arrived since he seemed shocked that their eyes had finally met, his widening a little bit more. Taking him in quickly, Carlos seemed to notice every minor detail that made Jay up, seemed to not be able to pull his eyes away until someone’s fist came knocking into his arm, telling him to get ready.

That easily tore his eyes away, sending Carlos whirling back as he got prepared to back away. He didn’t mind if Jay noticed since he seemed to always have his eyes on him. It was the rest of the people he was met with that mattered. If someone on Mal’s side noticed him trying to dip out then they would surely point him out or try to go after him. If Harry or someone in Uma’s crew noticed they would either pull him back in or would make him pay for it later. Sneaking away had started to become more of a challenge than it had once been.

But as the VKs started getting fired up, each side only taunting the other more and getting ready to bring the worst out of one another, Carlos used this opportunity to slip away, making his moves quick and dashing as he slunk back, disappearing just before everything had gone to shit. 

Slipping in between buildings and reaching for a fire escape that was haphazardly attached to the brick wall, Carlos had all of seventeen seconds before two large hands were gripping his shoulders. A hiss was the first thing that escaped his lips as he tried craning his shoulder away from the hold as fingers dug into some newly arising bruises thanks to Harry. It only occurred to him that he should try and figure out who had grabbed him when both hands had quickly vanished, reattaching themselves lower and around his waist. 

“What are you-” Carlos cut himself off as he turned around, his eyes meeting with Jay’s almost instantly. Having to crane his neck back to meet his face, Carlos couldn’t help but stare as he felt the warmth from Jay’s hands spread across his midsection, almost burning. In a breathless whisper, Carlos said, “Jay.”

“Carlos,” Jay greeted with a nod. It looked as if his lips wanted to curve upwards but Jay had to stop himself. His hands didn’t leave their perch even as Carlos stared at him with questioning eyes. Jay should be worried that he was this close to Carlos since he was part of Uma’s crew, but he couldn’t help but not feel the slightest bit threatened as he stared into Carlos’ eyes. “Funny seeing you here. I thought you tended to keep your nose out of turf wars.”

“Normally I would,” Carlos agreed, his voice slightly spooked from the proximity, though he did nothing to change it. “You just happened to catch me at a bad time.”

“Really?” Jay asked, earning a hum in return. The white-haired boy seemed to almost lean into him as they stood close, breathing in each other's space. 

Jay had so much he wanted to say, words waiting to spill out of him as they burst at the seams. For someone he should’ve hated, Jay couldn’t help but be interested in the shorter stray. At every opportunity he would steal glances at him in the crowd, would purposely not start anything just so he could attempt to steal some moments with him, most of which didn’t work out.

He wanted to say more to Carlos but didn’t have the opportunity as some imploding voices rang out around them, silencing him.

“Where’s Carlos?”

“He must have gone after Jay since that meathead went missing.”

“If that’s the case then I’m sure we’re going to hear some very entertainin’ stories from the Pup when he gets back.”

Harry’s voice was easily recognisable, making Jay’s teeth grind together. They seemed to have a similar effect on Carlos as he took some hurried steps back, both hiding from the voice even though they were out of sight and dislodging him from Jay’s light hold. 

“I have to go,” The words rushed out of Carlos as he began looking for an escape room. Jay couldn’t help but wish he would stay longer. Once his eyes locked on a way out, he almost began running immediately, though he took a few seconds to turn to Jay, a half smile that looked both a little too strained but genuine. Carlos said before racing off, not waiting for Jay’s response, “I’ll see you around Jay. It was nice seeing you.”

“Bye Carlos,” Jay couldn’t help but whisper, a smile splitting across his face as he did so.

[fallenangelics]

The Taste of Your Lips All Over Mine

PAIRING | Angel Dust/Husk

WORD COUNT | 2632

SUMMARY | Invited to the annual Overlord ball, Angel has big plans for the night. With his father and brother overlooking his every move as the family business is put in jeopardy, there isn't much room for mistakes. Good thing Angel's target for the night willingly walks straight into his trap.

RATING | Mature

WARNING/TAG(S) | Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

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EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | First Kiss | Whispering Sweet Nothings | @fandombingo | Repeatedly Checking Their Pulse To Assure Yourself Their Still Alive | @multifandom-flash | Drugged Lipstick | How Many Fingers | Have I Mentioned I Am Sexually Active Today? | @fandom-free-bingo | Curiosity Killed The Cat | @character-a-character-b | Primal Encounters

AO3 LINK | Read Here

The dress that Angel wore hugged every curve of his body, keeping him snug within the black and pink fabrics. As he walked through the Overlord gathering he held himself with poise, playing the part he needed to for tonight. 

It wasn’t often that a gathering such as this was held. The monthly meetings were a bore of politics that Angel never bothered showing up for, sending his brother in his place so he could hear the conversation later on, but this was different. This was an event that only happened once a year, a gathering of everyone important with even the chance of one of the Deadly’s making an appearance.

Angel had a mission though, one he couldn’t afford to mess up while his father and brother were mingling in the crowd keeping Sinner’s occupied. Recently a chunk of their territory had been stolen, and with it vanished some of their profit all due to a certain Gambling Demon earning more confidence and attempting to reach further across the pentagram.

Though Angel hadn’t cared personally for the loss, his family had taken it as a personal attack, sending him to deal with the problem and what better place than the annual gala that he would attend? That’s why he was walking around the large hall looking out for the short demon while in the best dress he could find, hoping to catch his attention one way or another. 

It was a shame it was Angel who had to complete this mission since he would much rather spend the night getting drinks and mingling with some of the crowd but he couldn’t blame his family for being picked as he was the best choice for this job. No one could seduce an Overlord like he could, it was how he first started getting his family some recognition before they began climbing the ranks of Hell.

A quick and seamless job is all he could hope for but he wouldn’t mind if it got a little bit messy; That just came with the territory.

It wasn’t Angel who found the Overlord, instead, Arackniss came towards him, his pace slow as to now raise any alarm bells, simply making it look as if he had something to say to his brother that didn’t involve singling out an attending Overlord. Having to end his current conversation with one of the Vees who were trying to strike a fashion deal with him, Angel made room for his brother, waiting to hear the new intel.

“You’re boy is over by the bar,” Arackniss started, tossing the drink in his hand in a circle as he stared into it, subtly flaunting the liquor that Angel wasn’t currently allowed to drink. 

Though Angel knew better than to look over at the bar immediately, Angel couldn’t help but take a glance at who may be seated over there. Upon seeing the workers attending the event, he also caught sight of an overly red Overlord sitting beside his short but well-groomed target.

Beginning the short journey over to the bar while doing his best not to spark any unwanted conversation on the way over, Arackniss snorted from behind him, “Don’t fuck it up.”

“I’m not goin’ to,” Angel hissed over his shoulder, shooting his older brother a glare before he focused back in on his target. 

Making sure to rid himself of any prior annoyance, Angel sauntered his way over to the bar, situating himself on the other side of his small target before feigning as if he hadn’t noticed him, instead making a show of pondering what he might get from the drink menu provided.

The ditzy dress may have made him look clueless, or the fact that he was almost unrecognisable as an Overlord since he almost never attended meetings, but the golden eyes of his target turned to his, Alastor turning to shadows as the attention left him. Angel continued to ignore him, waiting for the Overlord to speak up before letting him fall into his trap.

“If you need help I can see if they’ll let me whip something up for you,” His gruff voice pierced through Angel’s ears, making him slowly turn his gaze towards him. Schooling a drink of his own that was almost empty, the Gambling Demon stared up at him, half a smirk lacing his features. “Of course, I’m sure anything on their menu will do.”

“I bet you’d be able to make me somethin’ perfect if you’re offerin’,” Angel took him up, taking a slow seat as he watched the Overlord shoot one of the workers a look, gaining approval which the Sinner would’ve been foolish to deny before he was rounding the counter and taking a look over the stock that the bar had. 

Using the time it took the Overlord to place a martini glass in front of him and begin throwing different alcohols in a mixer, Angel took in his appearance. He wore clean black dress pants paired with some slacks, a slightly lighter suit jacket lined with gold covering a simple white shirt, all of it being topped off with a golden bow. Angel couldn’t help but admire how his hair was slicked back or how the red of his wings almost glowed in the lighting.

“So, what brings a guy like you to one of these parties?” The Overlord questioned as he slid the drink over to Angel, not a drop of it spilling as he came to a stop. Bringing the drink to his lips and taking a slow test sip, making sure the glass or the liquid didn’t actually touch his lips, Angel felt the eyes of the Overlord on him as he swallowed. “I don’t think I’ve seen your face at one of these things before.”

“Oh, my brother invited me. He’s recently started workin’ for one of the Overlords and is apparently ranked high enough for the both of us to turn up here,” Attempting to act as if it were no big deal Angel flapped one of his free hands around, waving off the status he held to lower the Overlords guard. “But what about you mista? What’s a fancy little kitty like yourself doin’ up here?”

“I’m one of the Overlords that’s meant to be trying to bargain for more territory or some sort of deal,” He acted as if the title was a pain in his ass as if it was more hassle than it was worth as his eyes quickly skittered around the room, easily tracking the other Overlords that were doing just that. Pushing one of his hands forward, he offered it to Angel, waiting for him to take it before bringing it softly to his lips where he placed a delicate kiss on the back of his hand. “Where are my manners? I’m Husk, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Throughout the whole interaction, Husk kept his golden eyes locked with Angel’s two-toned ones, both an intimidating aura surrounding him that radiated power as well as a comforting glow that wanted to reach out to him. It was almost as intoxicating as the drink Husk had made for him. “Angel, it’s nice meetin’ you.”

“Hm, fitting,” Husk hummed, his smirk growing if that was possible. Remaining on the opposite side of the bar, Husk leaned forward, resting his forearms on the countertop as he stared up at Angel through lidded eyes. “Who did you say your brother worked for, again?”

“I didn’t,” Angel muses, finishing his drink before he sets it down and leans into one of his hands, resting his head there as he matches Husk’s expression. Doing what he did best, Angel propped his chest fluff up as his dress opened up, one of his fingers toying with the stem of his drink as his lashes fluttered. A quickly raised brow from the Overlord pulled a chuckle out of him, adding, “But he works for the Mafia Demon I think. I tend to tune him out when he rants about work.”

“Maybe you should start paying attention,” Husk spoke slowly, his deep voice gruff around the edges as the words were almost purred to him. Angel couldn’t help but wonder if there was an underlying meaning to Husk’s words. “You never know when he might say something important.”

“I’ll start payin’ attention when he starts talking about somethin’ interestin’,” Angel responded in a purr of his own, bringing a finger up to trace down the fur that lined Husk’s cheek. It wasn’t often an Overlord allowed him to get this close and personal, especially not when they knew who he was. “I ain’t got time to worry about which goon he chased after or whose debt he’s out collectin’. This however is quite interestin’ and seems worthy of my time.”

A huff of laughter snorted its way out of Husk, glee lining his golden eyes as Angel stared into them. He couldn’t help but work his charm; If the old sucker fell for it then that was on him. 

“Say, why don’t we get out of here?” Husk offered, one of the corners of his lips ticking up in a smirk. Staring up at Angel with hooded eyes, mischief poorly concealed behind them, Angel knew he had the Overlord right where he wanted him. The way Husk leaned forward before speaking as if sharing a secret, told Angel everything he had to know. “Away from prying eyes. Somewhere it can be just the two of us.”

“I think… that’s a brilliant idea,” Angel paused deliberately, taking a second to think over his next words as if this had all been a spontaneous encounter. Taking a look around the large hall that they were currently in, Angel’s eyes landed on his father's and Arackniss’s, both of them watching him and Husk’s every movement. It hardly did anything to light Angel’s nerves on fire, instead turning back to stare into the warm glow of the Overlord turned bartended in front of him. “Too bad I don’t know any places nearby. I wouldn’t want to keep a pretty thing like you waitin’.”

“I’m sure I can figure out something for the two of us,” Husk shrugged off Angel’s feigned worries, his posture remaining confident as he stared up at Angel from where he leaned. “I do after all own the building we’re hosting this in.”

That piece of information had been something Angel missed. He wasn’t certain if he wasn’t listening close enough when he was being debriefed on the mission or if it had been something his whole family had missed. Regardless, Angel hadn’t a clue he was standing on enemy territory until a few seconds, nothing having given away since the building was located on what could be considered neutral turf. “Why don’t you leade the way then, Handsome?”

As Angel spoke to him, a challenging glimmer sparked to life in Husk’s eyes. Chancing a glance over Angel’s shoulders for a few seconds, locking onto something before they flicked back to Angel’s. Leaning up for a kiss, pulling Angel down slightly so he could reach Husk’s elevated height from where he was leaning across the bar counter. Husk made a show of licking his lips, savouring the taste of Angel on them. All Angel could think about was how he had just taken a dose of the poison that laced his lips, the reason he had avoided anything touching his lips all night.

“Shall we?” Husk offered Angel his hand as he rounded the bar once more, standing as tall as his short frame would allow. Angel placed one of the hands from his top set of arms in Husk’s, slowly raising himself from the stool. With the additional height of his heels, Angel stood at almost double Husk’s height, towering over him. That however did little to deter Husk as the shorter Overlord began leading the way through the large hall, weaving their way to one of the many exits. 

As Angel trailed behind them, his eyes locked onto Arackniss’s, giving his brother a clear nod as they passed by one another even if Angel was sure he had witnessed Husk planting a kiss on his lips. The job was done. Whatever happened after this wasn’t up to Angel. 

Husk had led him to a hidden door that blended with the hall's walls. He easily pressed a concealed pressure plate as two doors slid open, revealing an elevator. Holding the door open for Angel, Husk allowed Angel to walk in first before he stepped in moments later, the door shutting behind him. As soon as Angel was sure the two of them were alone, his hands were immediately on Husk’s, trying to smear his lipstick from the Overlord’s lips.

“You idiot,” Angel hissed. Husk stood stock still as Angel fretted over him, wiping his thumbs over his lips and trying to eliminate any of the remaining pinkish colour. His efforts didn’t matter too much as Husk had already tasted the lipstick, making that clear right after they had kissed. “Why would you kiss me? You knew the lipstick was poisoned.”

“To make sure your family got off your back,” Husk’s hands fumbled for Angel’s, putting a stop to his frantic attempts to clean his lips. Husk didn’t take into account Angel’s other set of arms or even the third set that were kept hidden most of the time. A new pair of hands were instantly on Husk’s face, attempting to do the same thing that the first pair had failed to do. “We had to make sure they saw you give me the poison so they couldn’t blame you for me not dying.” 

“You didn’t have to go lickin’ your lips to rub it in their faces though,” Angel almost shouted, panic seeping into his words. Husk stared up at him with a small smile on his face despite it all, only pushing Angel further on edge as he turned frantic. “Now you’ve consumed it. Quick, how many fingers am I holdin’ up?”

“Stop with that bullshit,” Husk had to drag another one of Angel’s hands away as he attempted to check his pulse to make sure it was still beating smoothly. Rolling his eyes at the low squeak that erupted from Angel as he was dragged around, being pulled out of the elevator doors once they opened as sat on a plush bed after they walked through a long hallway. “I’m the one who gave you that drugged lipstick, don’t you think I’d make sure I’m immune to it first?”

“Oh,” Angel came to a slow end, sitting on the edge of one of Husk’s beds, his two sets of arms being held by Husk, a soothing thumb running over the back of both of them. Angel guesses he should have thought of that. Husk hadn’t become an Overlord off of pure luck, even if that was his trademark. Though, now that the worry had fled from Angel’s being, a firey annoyance filled it instead as he glared at Husk. “Why’d you scare me then? You could’ve said somethin’ sooner so I didn’t freak out.”

“I’m sorry Legs,” Husk murmured, finally releasing Angel’s hands so he could use one of his own to cup the spider’s chin. His hand alone almost dwarfed Angel’s face, just like most things in comparison did–other than his height, of course. “Didn’t think you’d work yourself up so much over it. But since we’re up here… we might as well put this room to good use.”

A large grin split across Angel’s face as he wound a hand up Husk’s suit, tangling the Gambling Overlord’s tie within his fingers before tugging him forward, bringing their faces within inches of one another. “I like the sound of that Whiskers.”

[blackwood4stucky]

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

author: aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅴 | 🔞 | word count: 3,360 | complete

tags: alpha x alpha, drugged, forced sex, non con body bod, non traditional omegaverse, triggered mating, secondary gender modification, dark elements

"A peculiar scent fills Steve’s nose as he wakes slowly. He knows that scent, it is one that still haunts him, that whispers his failures in his ears like prayers." - There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star.

bingo fills + event prompts

ch. 1: hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page

@anyfandomangstbingo | barely conscious

@anyfandomdarkbingo | fuck or die

@anyfandomgoesbingo | possessive alpha

@anyfandomkinkbingo | handcuffs

@badthingshappenbingo | mutilation

@buckybarnesevents

alpha bucky april | breeding kink + purring + double minimum requirement babb 2023 | failed mission [april prompt] babb 2023 [babb060] | held down connect 4 [c4013] | c1: sex slave

@catws-anniversary | theme: bucky barnes - metal arm

@deaddovekink

frisky february | drugged sex monsterfcking march | shapeshifting: transforming during sex

@eclipsingbingo | trail of blood

@fandom-free-bingo: valentine’s edition | aphrodisiac, bound

@hurtcember | forced

@julybreakbingo: post-july | sex pollen

@kinky-things-happen | transformation

@marvel-smash-bingo | forced orgasm

@mcukinkbingo: open round | torture

@multifandom-flash

omegaverse | forced mating round 2 [1028] | free space

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | non con body mod: extra fuck holes

@sebastianstanbingo | sex slave

@stuckybingo [5080] | kink: breeding

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | captivity, kidnapped

@taintedsoulspromo: spring cleaning soot sprites | prompt: playroom | monsterfucking

@yearoftheotpevent | april: canon divergence

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa | tumblr

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ch 2

[nekoannie-chan]

Space

Title: Space.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 893 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: The first travel, Steve and you have after the Blip.

Major Tags: Snap, space travel, Blip.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @multifandom-flash, Valentine’s day card & square 3:

"Free space.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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The last few years Steve didn't seem the same; if when he woke up he thought he had lost everything, he had been wrong; he lost everything with the Snap.

He couldn't erase from his mind the scene from the last time he saw you. When the others began to fade away, you ran into his arms, terrified. He immediately embraced you, wanting to protect you; he even covered your face so that you would not continue to see, but he could do nothing when you began to disappear between his fingers.

The nights before you made the trip in time, he couldn't sleep; he couldn't stop remembering all the moments you had lived together and all the time you had lost because you weren't there.

Things were not supposed to be like this.

Two weeks after the Snap was supposed to be your wedding, because Thanos' attack shouldn't have happened, you had everything ready. The hardest thing for Steve was having to call to cancel everything. It didn't make sense for the wedding to go on if you weren't there.

And now he didn't know how to explain to you everything that had happened, although what he feared the most was that as soon as he saw you on the trip, he would run to hug you.

“I don't understand anything you're telling me, Steve; it's just not possible," you said, confused, after he explained what happened.

“What's the last thing you remember? “he questioned.

“I was hugging you, and then everything went dark. I opened my eyes, and you weren't there," you answered.

“You know I would never leave you, right?"

You nodded. He hugged you. It seemed completely implausible what he had told you, but the evidence was irrefutable. Steve had been living in a nightmare for the last five years. Now, what would you do?

“How about a trip? We can move up the honeymoon," Steve proposed.

“All the dates are booked, right? We'd gone to so much trouble to plan everything," you said, disappointed.

“The only thing that matters to me is that you're here, and now we have a chance to make up for all the time we lost.

“Tell me more about the trip," you asked.

“Have you ever been in space?" Steve asked.

“Is that a tricky question?"

“No, I'm serious."

"No, I've never been."

“I'll take care of showing you how wonderful it is." His voice was beginning to sound full of excitement; he hadn't felt that way in a long time.

“And how are we supposed to go? Will the raccoon take us?" You were confused; at first, you thought he was joking, but it seemed he was serious.

“No, we'll take one of Tony's ships. I don't think he'll mind; he's too busy with his family."

You grimaced. Sure, everything was different, but it was too strange to hear.

You started packing your bags; what were you supposed to need in space? You didn't know exactly what to put; the internet wasn't much help at that time either; there was no information about it. You took the sunblock just in case; you were going to be near the sun, weren't you?

If someone had told you about this trip a few years ago, you would have laughed and thought you were joking.

The readjustment had been somewhat difficult, but Steve didn't leave you alone for a single moment; he was so determined to help you. He was trying very hard to make up for all the time you had lost.

You had only found a date for your wedding a year later, although that would give them some freedom to reinvent the whole plan you had. So while Steve was right that you could move up the honeymoon, you'd also have to admit that not just anyone would take your fiancée on such a unique trip.

The feeling when you left Earth was inexplicable; your perspective had changed, and it was so much more beautiful than how it looked from the ground. You turned to look at Steve, who, since you took off, had not let go of your hand.

Maybe you could stay; you didn't need you at the compound; you could live peacefully in space, making up for lost time and feeling infinite.

He began to tell you what he felt the first time he made that trip, although he kept repeating that nothing was the same without you.

You looked into his eyes, and you smiled. His eyes matched perfectly with the scenery that surrounded them.

When you saw that he stabilized the ship, you stood up, pulled his arm, gave in somewhat confusedly, and put one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on your waist.

“What are you doing? “he asked.

“Shh, don't talk; you're ruining the moment," you answered.

You leaned on him and started to dance. It didn't matter that there was no music; you could pretend there was.

You could pretend you were dancing your wedding waltz.

It wouldn't matter how much time passed, whether it was minutes or hours; all you wanted was to be able to be like this for eternity.

Steve was going to make sure that nothing would ever separate them again; he was going to do whatever it took to make you happy.

[42donotpanic]

What's left after they took you apart...

Summary: Living isn't easy when one spent years only existing to do the bidding of someone else.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Kai Krüger (ONBC)

Word Count: 2480

Raiting: Mature

Tags: Coming Out, Nonbinary Bucky Barnes, Major Original Character(s), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Past Brainwashing, Chronic Pain, Amputee Bucky Barnes

Written for:

@seasonaldelightsbingo :

"You're Blushing!" - Types of Love Bingo

hydra, their hands shake from fear, an injury that kept acting up - Under The Sea Edition

@tropetember - Day 27 - Repression / Emotional Constipation / Sexuality Crisis (Gay Panic)

@comfy-vember : Day 6 - Weak crying — Trusting — Slow hug

@fandom-free-bingo :

Sigh - Valentines Edition, Plural Edition

Shadows - Maritime May

"The Binary is Overrated" - Pride Edition!

Emotional Damage - Bug Edition

I'll give you the (Sun), Love Steals Us From Loneliness', Chronic Pain, Never Again, I'd Walk Through Fire For You', I'm Into You' - Medical Edition

@queer-it-up-bingo : Closet

@multifandom-flash : "I Remember Them All", Seen it All, Sought Freedom - Bucky Barnes Edition

@fandombingo : "He's manic and occasionally aggressive.", "Make your survival mean something.", "So many have been harmed.", "Prisons and chains have many forms." - Wonderland Edition

[evadne01]

Merlin and Percy adventures ~ part 13

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: Merlin (TV), Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Relationship: Percy Jackson & Merlin (Merlin) Characters: Percy Jackson, Merlin (Merlin) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, mental health, Trauma, past trauma, Dealing With Trauma, Hurt Merlin (Merlin), Immortal Merlin (Merlin), POV Merlin (Merlin), Pining Merlin (Merlin), Protective Merlin (Merlin), Oblivious Merlin (Merlin), Merlin Needs a Hug (Merlin), Percy Jackson Needs a Hug, Hurt Percy Jackson, Protective Percy Jackson, Smart Percy Jackson, Wise Percy Jackson, They just have a lot of trauma and need help (a lot of help)

Read on AO3

@multifandom-flash, round 3, card 1002 : He will not cry, so I'll cry for him

[nothingavailable]

Here’s lore and world-building I’d like to put down for a possible reboot/rework/remake/retool/redux/rewrite of Cartoon Network Universe: FusionFall involving other series.

Lord Fuse has a connection to the Nothing from The Neverending Story, MultiVersus and Fortnite, as do the Void from The Amazing World of Gumball, the Darkness from Learning with Pibby: Apocalypse and the Entity from Dead by Daylight. In terms of both skill and power he’s at the same level as the Meta-Nanites from Generator Rex, Aku from Samurai Jack, the Omnitrix from Ben 10, the Collector and Archivists from The Owl House, the Magic from Star vs. the Forces of Evil, the Calamity Gems from Amphibia and Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls at their strongest. His powers here primarily revolve around non-elemental and non-radioactive sources with the added abilities of immortality and extreme regeneration.

Now here are battles I’m interested in seeing for multimedia crossovers:

Cube Queen & Herald (Fortnite) vs. Origin/Cube King (Fortnite)

Vilgax (Ben 10 Classic) vs. Megatron (Transformers: Animated)

Reindog (MultiVersus) vs. Strike (O.K. K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes!)

Shiba Sintaro & Simone (Cannon Spike) vs. Strike (O.K. K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes!)

Chizuru Urashima, Reiji Arisu, Xiaomu, Mii Koryuji & Kogoro Tenzai (Namco x Capcom & Project X Zone) vs. Strike (O.K. K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes!)

York Neely, Miko Aiba, Troy, Lazarus, Anesha, Raizen & Augustine (Cross Edge) vs. Strike (O.K. K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes!)

Ruby Heart, Amingo & SonSon III (Marvel vs. Capcom) vs. Strike (O.K. K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes!)

Sora, Riku, Kairi, Roxas, Namine, Xion, Terra, Ventus & Aqua (Kingdom Hearts) vs. Strike (O.K. K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes!)

[gammacousin]

Clintonergy

Rated: G

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Maria Hill, Laura Barton

Genre: Humor

Warnings: N/A

Prompt: Strapped to an Operating Table

Card #5015 for Panda365

@multifandom-flash

[ccbsrmsf1]

Finally having the time to read this again 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I love them with all my heart ❤️

A night to never forget

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 5.3K

SUMMARY || Tony has been busier than ever with his combined duties as Iron Man and the CEO of Stark Industries, and it’s starting to take it’s toll on him. Because of this, you have decided that he will be the one to be spoiled for an entire weekend, starting with a movie night with the two of you and your little kitten, Moon.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Sugar Daddy AU. Everyone lives AU. Semi-canon compliant. Established relationship. CEO!Tony Stark. Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark. Sugar Baby!Reader.

WARNINGS || Large age gap. Talk about loss of a parent. Talk about pregnancy and conceiving. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Teasing. Discipline. Begging. Oral (M receiving). Deepthroating. Gagging. Cum swallowing. Praise. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie. Cockwarming.

A/N || This story is written as a little treat to celebrate my 26th birthday today! I couldn't let my birthday go by without writing a story for one of my favorite AU's, so I hope you will all enjoy this. I want to give all my love and thanks to @ccbsrmsf1 because this story wouldn't have existed without your support! I love you, bestie, and thank you for making my life so special! 🩷

EVENTS Masterlist || @kinky-things-happen || Deepthroating Masterlist || @multifandom-flash 1st Birthday Celebration || You Said You Couldn't Dance

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

For the last few weeks, Tony has been busier than ever. Between his work as CEO of Stark Industries and his duties as Iron Man, he's been away a lot, and it's taking its toll on him. Because of this, you have discussed with Pepper about having him go home early on Friday, giving the two of you a long, relaxing weekend together.

You have been planning several things for the past few days, starting with a much-deserved movie night. While you usually have movie nights with all the other Avengers, you now opt to have one at home with Tony and your black kitten, Moon, for ultimate relaxation. The excitement in your body is building with every passing second.

Now, it's only a matter of getting the last few things ready, starting with baking Tony's favorite cookies while you're waiting for a package to arrive because you have ordered a matching set of pajamas that still has to get here, and then everything is all set.

As you gather all the ingredients to make the cookies, you're being watched by your now four-month-old black kitten, Moon, as he's seated on the kitchen counter in the little bed you put there. He prefers to be close to you both wherever you are, and this way, you can also keep a close eye on him while you're there.

"Aren't you the cutest little thing today, Moon?" you say as you look at him in his usual rolled-up sleeping position, though his bright blue eyes are looking at you with a curious look as he meows at you. A smile forms on your face as you scratch him behind his ears, and he purrs in enjoyment.

"Alright, let's make some cookies before Daddy's home!" you tell Moon before telling JARVIS to play some of your favorite music, which fills the penthouse as you're practically floating through the kitchen, dancing and singing along to the music as you keep working.

It doesn't take long for you to be ready to put the cookies in the oven. When you straighten back up, you're scared by a sudden presence in the kitchen with you that definitely wasn't there earlier. You're now wondering how long they have been standing there and looking at you while holding Moon, the package you were expecting tucked under his arm.

"Tony? What are you doing home already?" you ask as you walk towards your boyfriend, who's scratching Moon while smiling at you. Tiredness is visible on his face, and you feel a bit of a lump forming in your throat at the sight, your brows knitting together in worry.

"Well, it turns out someone didn't put the right address on the package they ordered, so it was sent straight to my office instead of here," Tony tells you with a mischievous smirk and a raised brow, instantly making you feel a little more relaxed.

"And I figured since my agenda was already empty for most of the day, I'd cancel the last few meetings I had left as well to go and spend some much-needed quality time with my girl," your boyfriend tells you before putting Moon down on the counter together with the package.

Tony gently cups your face without saying another word before capturing your lips in a loving, slow kiss. Your eyes slip shut as you let the feeling of Tony take over your entire being, the scent of him filling your senses as your hands slide into his cropped, dark brown hair. A soft moan escapes your lips as he slips his tongue into your mouth, stepping impossibly closer as he does so.

The taste of coffee still lingers on his tongue as he takes his time to explore your mouth with his before he allows one of his hands to glide down your neck and towards your waist, pulling your soft curves to his firm, muscled body until they move in sync with one another.

Much too soon for your liking, he pulls back and smiles down at you, his chocolate brown eyes looking into yours with a fond look. "I love you, Sugar," Tony whispers when the music changes from the kind you were listening to earlier to Heaven by Bryan Adams, so you take the opportunity to dance with him.

Slowly swaying from left to right, your hands are lying on his neck, his hands gently squeezing your hips as you two move effortlessly throughout the kitchen.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance," you ask with a raised brow, and Tony chuckles at your remark as he shakes his head.

"I meant that I can't dance at parties, Sugar. And I much prefer dancing here with you, in the privacy of our home," your boyfriend says, making your heartbeat rise at the words' our home.' Ever since you moved in, he hasn't been able to stop telling you how happy he is that you two have permanently moved in with him.

You lean in to lay your head against Tony's shoulder, and he happily envelops you in a hug as you two sway back and forth in place. The words flowing out of the speakers ring more true than ever.

And love is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart

It isn't too hard to see

We're in heaven

The moment the song ends, you hear a meow coming from the kitchen counter, and your attention is immediately pulled towards Moon, who's sitting there looking at you both while asking for some attention.

"It looks like our Baby wants some attention too, Angel," you tell Tony as you let go of him and walk towards Moon, allowing him to jump in your arms.

"Do you want to dance with Mommy and Daddy?" you ask. Moon answers with another meow before getting comfortable. You feel Tony pressing against your back and looking over your shoulder at the little black kitten you're raising.

Now it's time for all three of you to dance together, and you're feeling nothing but pure love for the two of them. The man who's holding you, who has saved you from a horrible situation, and the kitten you're carrying, who you, in turn, saved from a potential early death if you hadn't found him that day.

"What do you think of having babies of our own one day, Sugar? Like, human babies?" Tony asks, catching you off-guard as you step away and turn around. You scan his face for signs that he's joking, but when you find none, you immediately get a huge smile.

"Really, Tony? You want to have babies with me?" you ask excitedly, and he can't help but smile at your enthusiasm as he nods.

"Did you hear that, Moon? Daddy wants to give you a little human brother or sister! Would you like that, too?" you ask Moon, who looks up at you, his bright blue eyes beaming as he does. Your heart melts at the sight.

"I- It's been my dream to become a Mom for as long as I can remember, Tony. But especially since I lost my own Mom, it's been on my mind even more. Even though she won't be around to see them grow up, I know she would love seeing me raise my babies, too," you say to him, and the tears are already brimming on your waterline at the thought of your Mom.

"And I know she would have been the proudest Mom there is, Sugar. Seeing you when you graduate and start your career, when you get pregnant and give birth, I'm sure she would have been front and center for all of it," Tony says as he caresses your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away the tears that have escaped.

"Oh, you bet she would have been," you tell Tony through the tears, a laugh escaping too at the thought of your Mom being in the same room as you when giving birth. No one would've been prouder of you than her, that's for sure.

"Thank you for being by my side through it all, Tony. Now that it's just you and me, I know it isn't easy, but I wouldn't be able to do it without you," you whisper to him while clutching Moon carefully to your chest at the same time.

His thumbs caress your cheeks again before he kisses you lovingly, and he can't help but let a few tears of his escape at your words.

"There's nowhere else I would rather be than right here by your side, my sweet Sugar. Because by your side is the only place I want to be."

However, before you can answer him, the oven timer goes off, and you both laugh at its horrible timing. Despite this, you give him one more peck on his lips before putting Moon on the counter and pulling out the cookies, filling the entire penthouse with a delicious smell.

You've been seated on the couch with Tony as you're getting some schoolwork done, and he's cuddling with Moon while watching TV until the boredom kicks in for him, and he suddenly gets an entirely different idea as he puts Moon down and gets up from the couch.

"I've been thinking of having some fun before dinner, Sugar," Tony tells you with a raised brow and a mischievous smirk, leaving you wondering what he could be planning this close to dinner time. He's never disappointed you with his ideas, so you're eager to learn.

You put your laptop down on the couch when Tony extends his hand for you to take, and you do so, only to find him leading you to the large bathroom attached to the main bedroom.

"We might need to get some dinner before you fuck my brains out, Tony," you say jokingly, but he just chuckles before turning around, halting you in your place. The height difference between you is noticeable when you're barefoot in front of him, and you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze, which only spurs your boyfriend on more.

"Believe me, my sweet Sugar, when I say I will definitely do that later, but that's not the plan I have right now," he says in a low tone, his voice almost dropping an octave near the end. Goosebumps appear on your skin as your breath hitches at his words, your thighs clenching at his words.

"I'm planning on having a shower together, and I was hoping to see you on your knees for me like a good girl. You are a good girl for me, right?" Tony asks, and it's like you're nailed to the floor, your mouth suddenly becoming dry as the words sink in, but you're unable to respond. You want nothing more than to do what he asks, and you try to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod.

"Words, Sugar. Big girls use their words to get what they want," Tony orders as he steps even closer, and you can feel his rapidly hardening cock pressing against the soft flesh of your stomach, your underwear now completely ruined as your arousal is threatening to drip down your thighs.

"Y-yes, Daddy," you manage to say, and he smiles approvingly.

"There she is, there's my good girl," Tony says as he softly kisses your cheek, your eyes slipping shut at the feeling of his lips against the heated skin. Tony's lips curl into a smile as he pulls back, his hands wandering over your body to shed the layers of clothing you're wearing. Before you know it, you're entirely bare in front of your boyfriend, who's still fully clothed.

He doesn't need to tell you what to do, as you already know he wants you to undress him, which is precisely what you do. From swiftly untying his tie to opening up every button on his shirt before slipping it off his shoulders and then sinking on your knees to open his pants, which are already tented from the erection he's gotten from the thought of what's about to happen.

"So big, Daddy, wanna have a taste," you say as you nuzzle his cock through his pants, but he laces his fingers in your hair before pulling back softly.

"Later, Sugar. Your job is to free it so we can shower," he says with a wink, and you whine softly in disapproval. The fact that the treat you've been longing for is right in front of you, yet you can't have a taste, is unfair in your opinion. Despite this, you do as he says, moaning as you clench around nothing when his giant, veiny cock springs free from his pants - not a single scrap of underwear in sight.

Your gaze drags over the large, fleshy member as you look at the adorning veins. They lead to the pink tip you want to wrap your lips around and suckle on, a bead of pre-cum already escaping. Before you can stop yourself, you lick it up as you hum at the salty taste of him, and Tony hisses at the feeling of his sensitive cock being licked like that.

"No." he suddenly says, and you look up at him with a shocked expression despite knowing you did something against his orders.

"And here I thought you were a good girl," Tony tells you, and you nod, but he shakes his head.

"Good girls don't disobey orders from their Daddy, do they? Maybe I should go shower alone and leave you here to think about what you did," he says, but that doesn't sound like a good idea.

"N-No, Daddy! Please, let me come with you! I'm sorry; I promise I will be a good girl! Want to be Daddy's good girl," you beg your boyfriend, and he raises his eyebrow, but he's not entirely convinced yet. He wants you to beg just a bit more.

"Please, Daddy, I want to make you feel good! I swear to make you feel so good and listen to you. Please-" is all you say before he gives in, hauling you up by your arms before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. There's only so much he can take before giving in to you when you're begging him so sweetly.

"Alright, Babygirl, let's go shower," he says as he pulls away, and you practically run into the large bathroom, earning yourself a chuckle from Tony at your eagerness. While the water heats up, Tony sets you down on the counter so you're at the perfect height to drape your arms around his neck, pulling him close as your lips collide in another kiss.

His thick fingers are digging into your hips as he pulls you to the edge of it, the tip of his cock teasing your dripping pussy as he ruts his hips forward, and you moan into his mouth. However, you know better than to go against what he wants, and you let him tease you as much as he needs; you don't want to be left outside the shower.

"I think the water's warm enough, so let's go in, hmm?" Tony asks, and you nod eagerly before getting off the counter and following him into the large shower, ready for what's to come. Lucky for you, you don't have to wait long because Tony guides you onto your knees as soon as the water cascades down on you both.

"Are you comfortable, Sugar?" he asks softly, and you smile.

"Yes, Daddy. 'M very comfortable," you answer him as you follow the water droplets down his body, over his arc reactor, and down the planes of muscle to your goal: Tony's large, hard and enticing cock.

"Good," he says as he wraps his hand around the bottom of his cock, and you lean in before opening your mouth, earning yourself an approving hum from your boyfriend. He slowly feeds his cock to you, and you happily wrap your lips around every single inch he's feeding you, your mind quieting down immediately as he does.

Your hands are lying on his thighs while his hands are now both laced into your hair, not to set the pace but so he can ground himself as he's looking at you, expertly swallowing down his cock into your throat. A groan escapes as your nose presses against his pelvic bone while you gag around him, and it makes you feel like you're floating.

"That's it, taking Daddy's cock so fucking well," Tony groans through gritted teeth as he throws his head back, trying his hardest not to fuck into your throat, knowing full well he won't last long if he does. Meanwhile, you pull back to suckle on his tip, your hand working the parts of him that are now uncovered while looking up at him.

The mascara you were wearing is running down your face as the shower's water rains down on you, but that doesn't stop you from going in again, tears trickling down your cheeks as you swallow him down again without warning, which is Tony's undoing. Without warning, he cums into your throat and moan, forcing you to swallow every last drop as your eyes are locked on his.

"Fuckin' fuck! Jesus- Oh god, Sugar!" is all he can say as he fucks your mouth while working himself through his orgasm, and you let him go with a pop when he's becoming too sensitive. With Tony's help, you get up again, and he immediately pulls you against him for a kiss, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

"How did I get so lucky, hm? To have such a good girl like you?" Tony asks you, and your cheeks heat up, making him smile as his heart beats faster.

"I'm the lucky one, Daddy," you whisper before tucking your face into his neck, and Tony wraps his arms around you to pull you against his body, needing you close to him as you're both enjoying the warmth of the shower before it's time to get ready for dinner.

You're standing in the bedroom in nothing more than a pair of panties when you suddenly remember the package left on the kitchen counter, so without saying a word, you run out there, and Tony looks at you with wide eyes as he tries his hardest not to drool over the way your body looks as you run.

You quickly grab it before walking back to Tony, who's still speechless at your sudden departure, and you laugh as you show him the package he brought home.

"I got something for us to wear tonight! To make it even more special, I bought a matching pair of pajamas, but if you don't like it, we don't-"

"You did... what? Oh my god, I've never had anyone do that for me before!" Tony says before you can finish your sentence, and his enthusiasm works wonders for you. You put them on when they're out of the package, and Tony can't stop smiling.

"Why did you think I wouldn't like them, Sugar? They're perfect and comfortable, too! And I love that you're now officially wearing your title of the Queen, too," he says before kissing you, leaving you flustered.

"I- Sorry," you whisper before looking away from him, suddenly feeling insecure. However, he doesn't allow you to get too far into your thoughts because he lifts your face with his index finger until his soft gaze meets yours.

"Don't apologize, my sweet girl. There's nothing you need to apologize for. I was just surprised because no one has ever considered getting me a matching pair of pajamas, but I love that you did. Because it seems nothing short of fitting," he tells you before gently grabbing and squeezing your hands.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you look up at him before nodding. Then, you grab your phone from the bed to look at the time, and you are immediately greeted by a photo of Moon wearing batwings as you unlock your phone.

"Shall I tell Happy to get some dinner for us while you set up our movie night?" Tony asks when he sees the time as well, and you nod.

"I think Moon might enjoy getting a bottle while we're waiting for dinner, too; that way, he doesn't have to wait as long for his last feeding tonight," you tell your boyfriend, who agrees as he follows you into the large living room.

It doesn't take long before the oversized couch is prepared with your favorite blankets and many pillows, so you happily let yourself sink into it as you look at Tony holding Moon as he drinks his bottle. Even though he technically doesn't need it anymore, he still enjoys it, and it has become a part of your routine, so you'll happily do it as long as he accepts his bottles.

"How's he doing today?" you ask Tony as he sits down, and you coo over Moon with your head lying on your boyfriend's shoulder. Tony tells you how he's doing before starting the first Harry Potter movie because you have decided to watch all of them during your weekend together.

Dinner arrives shortly after the first part of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, and you find out that Tony has ordered your favorite: Italian. It doesn't take long for every last bit of pasta and tiramisu to be gone, and now, you can relax for the rest of the evening.

During the movie, you grab the cookies you made for Tony before breaking off a piece and feeding it to him, earning yourself an approving moan at the taste.

"How did I ever get so lucky with you, Sugar? You're taking amazing care of me, and you make me feel so loved, too," he tells you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. A warm feeling spreads through your belly as the butterflies go wild, and he makes you feel just as love as you make him feel.

Without saying anything, you lean in for a few small, soft kisses, which he happily reciprocates, and you pull away with a giant smile adorning your face.

"I love you, Tony," you tell him when you're getting comfortable with Moon in your lap, who's quickly sleeping as you pet him during the rest of the first movie.

By the time the first Harry Potter movie is finished, you are already starting to get a little sleepy from all the food you've had. Still, you're determined to watch one more movie, and when you stretch out for a moment, Moon wakes up before going over to Tony and getting comfortable on his arc reactor - one of his favorite places to sleep.

"Look at that, you two are so cute together!" you say before snapping a few photos of them, and Tony can't stop smiling as you show them to him. Right now, he's feeling more loved than ever, and he cannot thank you enough for that.

All three of you stay like that for almost the entire duration of the second movie, and when that one's finished, you're curled into his side while Moon is sleeping on his cat tree, and Tony's arm is wrapped around your shoulders to pull you closer.

"I love you so much, Sugar, more than I could ever explain to you," he tells you before kissing the crown of your head, and you lay your hand over his arc reactor, which always calms your mind and body down. Before you know it, the second movie is over, too, and it's time to go to bed.

"Do you want to walk to the bedroom, or does my Queen prefer to be carried there?" Tony asks with a smirk, and you tell him you want to be carried there, just as he suspected. Once you're in the bedroom, your boyfriend carefully places you on the bed.

"God, you're so beautiful, Sugar. I doubt I'll ever get enough of you," Tony says as he crawls over you once you're comfortable and your hair splayed out over the pillows like a halo. Once he hovers over you, he leans down to kiss your lips softly, and you drape your arms over his neck to pull him closer.

You will never get enough of the way he feels when he's this close, but you also know it would feel even better when you're both completely bare. As if he can read your mind, Tony slowly undresses before peeling off your layers of clothing, too, not wanting anything to be between you.

"So beautiful," he whispers again as his gaze wanders over your body, and a blush creeps onto your cheeks as he does. However, You don't get to think about it for too long because Tony has never been known for his patience.

"God, I missed this sweet, tight pussy so much, Sugar," he says in a breathy voice as he pushes in, your legs wrapped around his hips as he does. The moment he bottoms out, he makes eye contact with you, which causes him to almost cum on the spot.

"We will have such beautiful babies, Sugar. I just know it," Tony whispers in your ear as he sets a slow, comfortable pace. You moan softly at his words, which only spurred him on more.

"Having little versions of you running around, it would be perfect," he tells you as he makes love to you while telling you all about his fantasies about having your babies. And you carrying them, too.

"Can you imagine it, Sugar? This beautiful belly all round with my babies, these beautiful breasts swelling with milk for me," Tony says as he increases his pace, his cock twitching inside you as you clench at the thought of him drinking from you.

"Yeah? You want to drink my milk?" you ask him, and he nods. There's nothing else he'd rather want than to drink from you when you're producing it, the thought turning him into a moaning mess as his pace starts to falter.

"God, 'm so close, Sugar, cum with me," he pleads, and you nod.

"I'm there, Tony, 'm there with you," you tell him, and with a few more strokes, both you and Tony cum at the same time. The way you milk him has him quickly becoming sensitive, but he doesn't dare pull out, not when you're making him feel this good.

"Wanna stay inside you, fuck! Never want to leave this sweet pussy," he groans, and you caress his face before telling him you don't want him to leave, either. With those words, Tony carefully turns both of you over until you're lying on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside you.

"Sleep well, my beautiful Sugar. I love you," Tony whispers when your face is tucked against his neck, the comforter lying over you both as you drift off to sleep.

"I love you" is all you whisper before sleep officially pulls you under. The warmth of your boyfriend combined with the soft hum of his arc reactor and the way he just tuckered you out has you falling asleep in no time, and you already know you want to fall asleep like this way more often if you get the chance.

The next morning, you're awake as soon as the sun starts to rise, a golden hue cast over Tony's bedroom as you're pulled out of your dreamy state. For a moment, you revel in your boyfriend's closeness as he pulls you against his chest, a soft rumble leaving his chest.

"Hmmm... few more minutes, Sugar," he says in a deep morning voice, and you couldn't resist him even if you wanted to. Your eyes slip shut again as you revel in the soft feeling of Tony's lips placing soft kisses on your neck, and a soft moan slips out his fingers trail over your stomach.

"So responsive for me today, Sugar," he whispers. You can practically hear him smirk as he says it, which gives goosebumps all over your body. Your body's response to him will never fail to make him amazing.

You two stay like this for a few more minutes before you really have to get up. Your full bladder is now starting to make its presence known, so you turn around to face him, immediately greeted by his lips on yours as you do.

"How about this? You can stay in bed this morning while I make you breakfast. This weekend is all about you, my Angel, and you can do nothing but relax," you tell him, and he smiles at the idea of you bringing him breakfast in bed.

"I think that's the perfect way to start my morning," Tony tells you, and you give him a few more kisses before making your way out of the bed, still bare and a little sore from the intimacy you two shared last night. As soon as you spot Tony's shirt he wore to the office yesterday on the floor, you bend down to pick it up, giving Tony a perfect view of your butt and pussy as you do.

"Don't fuckin' tease me like that, Sugar," he growls, and you quickly run out of the bedroom as you laugh, putting on his shirt as you do. After a quick stop in the bathroom, you get ready to make Tony the perfect breakfast, but not without giving some love to Moon first.

"Good morning, sweet baby, how did you sleep?" you ask your kitten as he's headbutting your hand for love, meowing in response to your question.

"Do you want to come with me to the kitchen and help make breakfast for Daddy? I think you do!" you coo to him before scooping him up, and he happily purrs as he gets comfortable in your hand.

Once you're in the kitchen, you're once again dancing around to the music as you prepare scrambled eggs, French toast with extra cinnamon, and Tony's favorite coffee. However, you're quickly halted when you feel a pair of hands on your waist, and you smile as you melt into the touch.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed, my Angel," you say as you sway in place, but he chuckles at your words.

"I had every intention to, but even geniuses like myself have to use the bathroom every now and again. And besides, you know I can't stay away from you for too long, especially when you're dancing around in nothing but my shirt," he says as he squeezes your hips lovingly.

"Well... I think you should still go to bed. Otherwise, I made breakfast in bed for nothing," you say with a pout as you turn to face him, and he swiftly kisses it away, making the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

"Okay, but only because you asked nicely," he says with a wink, and it's when he lets you go and walks towards the bedroom that you see he's also completely bare, making you gasp softly.

"Don't stare for too long, Sugar!" he jokes before turning the corner and leaving you alone with your thoughts. After that, breakfast is quickly finished, and you set Moon down on your shoulder before grabbing the large tray, ready to bring your boyfriend his much-deserved breakfast.

"Hmm, it's looking delicious today, Sugar. And I don't mean the food," Tony says with a wink as you set the food down, and Moon jumps onto the bed from your shoulder, ready to settle on your lap once you're seated on the bed again.

"Thank you for everything, Sugar. I don't know what I would do without you or Moon," Tony tells you as he caresses your cheek with his thumb and leans in for one more kiss before diving into the food you've made.

You can get used to sharing your Saturday mornings like this and having a little one running around one day would ultimately finish the dream for you both, but for now, you will happily cuddle with Moon until that dream becomes a reality.

[stargirlwritingjourney]

Even The Trees Have Eyes

Fandom: Yellowjackets

Pairing: Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Established Relationship, Stalker Misty

Summary: The plane had only recently gone down and everything is still figuring out how to survive. Lottie and Nat however need a moment alone to figure out some stuff of their own. Too bad you're never completely alone in the wilderness.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'lingering hug' and the Rising Moon with 'camping | @multifandom-flash with 'nobody thinks it will work'

Can be read here

Natalie still felt that at any second she might wake up from a horrible nightmare. The longer she stood in the middle of nowhere though, the effects of what just happened weighing down on everyone, she seemed to realise that there was no waking up from this. Not now, not ever.

With her arms wrapped tightly around herself, still in shock from what just happened, Natalie took slow steps through the camp they had set up right next to the crash sight. Everyone around her was trying to make themselves useful; collecting sticks for a fire, shuffling through any salvageable luggage, helping patch each other up; Natalie felt almost useless as she stood amongst them, watching as they all tried so hard to stay alive.

Eyes locking on Misty who was showing some of the other girls how to make bandages, Natalie was about to go over and make herself useful until a hand found itself upon her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. Turning to see who it was, Natalie's eyes landed on Lottie who was nervously chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes darted around the space.

"Lottie?" Natalie greeted, brows furrowing together as she took in Lottie's actions. The last time she had seen Lottie this skittish was when they had almost been caught kissing in the back of the girls' changing rooms by Van after practice.

"Can we talk?" Lottie questioned, her eyes finally settling on Natalie for more than two seconds.

"Sure," Natalie nodded, her lips thinning together for a few moments. Taking a look around at where they were stranded, all Natalie could see were girls huddled together or a forest stretching on. "I mean, what else is there really to do out here?"

Lottie didn't say anything to that, instead turning and walking off in some random direction, hoping that Natalie would follow. And follow she did. Not making eye contact with any of the other girls, Natalie kept her sole focus on Lottie as she led the way, not stopping until they were far enough away that they could no longer hear the camp sight.

"So, what's up?" Natalie asked, unsure of herself now that they were so far away from everyone else.

"I know before the plane crash that we were only slowly starting to get to know each other on a new level," Lottie started, taking both of Natalie's hands into hers. "But I want you to know that you can tell me anything while we're out here, okay Nat? Even if the rescue team gets here tomorrow, you can rely on me out here."

"Okay," Natalie's throat felt dry as she said it, though she forced a smile onto her face regardless. Nodding her head slowly as if needing to confirm for a second time, Natalie slowly said, "And you can do the same."

"Okay," Lottie repeated, smiling as she pulled Natalie in slowly, wrapping her arms around her and holding her close.

From behind a tree, Misty watched the interaction, her brows furrowed behind her glasses.

[fallenangelics]

I'll Meet You On The Battlefield

PAIRING | Adam/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar

WORD COUNT | 1189

SUMMARY | Against Lucifer's better judgment, he finds himself in Adam's bed once a year. Trying to turn the tables, he invites Adam down to a hot day in Hell.

RATING | Teen And Up Audiences

WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply, Friends With Benefits, Morning After, Forbidden Relationship

A/N | @rubra-wav created the beautiful banner below so go check out their content since they have some amazing stuff.

EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | Unhealthy Comping Mechanisms | @fandombingo | Lucifer | @multifandom-flash | No Longer With Us | Ungreatfu; Bastard | Phone Call From The Dead | @fandom-free-bingo | You're Hopeless

AO3 LINK | Read Here

Lucifer shifted in his bed, his body aching as his bearings slowly came back to him. It wasn’t often that he found himself in this state, nor did he normally wake up this early but something about sneaking into Heaven to hook up with the First Man seemed to set off some alarm bells. 

He wasn’t sure why he allowed himself to be talked into this. Again.

But every year the day before the Extermination Adam would call Lucifer in for a meeting. Though Adam would never by choice make a meeting unless it was to gloat in Lucifer’s face then it was being mandated by one of the Seraphins, Lucifer would always agree to meet up with him and see what he had to say, even if he already knew where their future conversation was going.

When he’d arrive at Heaven’s Embassy and make his way to whatever room they were having a meeting in, ignoring the paperwork as he went, he’d find Adam munching on a fresh plate of ribs as he waited. Unlike any official meetings, Lute wasn't there, leaving the two of them completely alone and unwatched. 

After Adam’s ego dropped a notch or two temporarily, courtesy of Lucifer, a one-way portal opens for him leading straight to Adam’s room. It was always a risk choosing to go through it and breach Heaven’s walls. It was almost as if there was a disturbance in the air that everyone could feel when Lucifer was there. He still went through that portal every time.

Miraculously, these invites only started after Lilith had run away, leaving Lucifer to his sorrows and to rule Hell by himself. Almost as if Adam had been waiting for this moment since he stole his first wife, maybe even before then. 

None of that mattered though, not when he was once again tangled in someone else's bedsheets with an aching backside. He was getting ready to dress himself before creating a portal of his own to take him home. That’s how most of these occurrences ended unless, of course, Adam woke up before him and either kicked him straight back to Hell since he was too pumped for the Extermination to spare much time on Lucifer or was ready for another round, bothering Lucifer until he was fired up enough. 

Today was different though. As he pushed himself up in the bed, the pearly white sheets fell from his bare chest and pooled in his lap. Lucifer was ready to go about his day just like any other, the heavy snoring of Adam ringing next to him as he was about to get up when an arm slithered its way around his waist, pulling him in. 

Not expecting the sudden hold, Lucifer let out a soft hiss as he was tugged down. Even in his sleep, Adam was as demanding as ever, moulding Lucifer to fit his perfect image of a pillow as he was pushed onto his back and Adam’s head made its way onto his chest. 

Lucifer dared to attempt to wiggle his way out of Adam’s hold, one of his hands shoving against his brown hair while the other tried prying his arm off from around his waist. He could easily snap himself out of Adam’s hold with the angelic power he still possessed though he didn’t attempt to, rather admitting defeat then putting further effort into his escape. All he got for his efforts was a drawn-out groan from Adam as he slowly woke up and more prodding.

“Let me go, you oaf,” Lucifer murmured softly to the waking Adam, the hand that had previously been trying to shove Adam’s head away now running through his hair. Though he hadn’t been let go, he was able to wake Adam up, keeping him awake would be another task in itself. His words seemed to not affect Adam as he slowly lifted his head, resting his chin on Lucifer’s chest so he could stare up at him through tired eyes.

“You weren’t saying that last night,” Adam mumbled, eyes slipping shut as he leaned his head into Lucifer’s hand, a sly smile stretching its way onto his face. A frown etched its way onto Lucifer’s face at his words, tugging Adam’s hair a bit harsher than it was necessary, pulling another groan from him. “I don’t need to be ready for hours, I’m sure you can stay a little longer.”

“Hm, that may be the case for you but if you’ve forgotten I’m the King of Hell,” Lucifer reminded Adam and though he had been neglecting his duties as of late, it didn’t mean he could let them completely slip from his grasp. “Now if you would let go of me so I could return to Hell that would be much appreciated.”

“You’re so ungrateful,” Adam muttered though there was a smile on his face. Trying to bury that smile, Adam planted his face into Lucifer’s chest, holding him down with his weight. His next words were spoken into Lucifer’s skin, the muffled vibrations sending tingles through his body, “I go through all this trouble to bring you up here and you can’t even bother to spend a few more hours with me.”

“Maybe you should come down to Hell for a change,” Lucifer suggested, his hands returning to running through Adam’s hair. He had thought about suggesting the idea for a few years now. Though they only met up once a year, it was a grand hassle to do so as Lucifer’s presence alone could be sensed by most of the higher-ups in Heaven, how they hadn’t caught them yet was beyond him. But if Adam was to come to Hell no one would bat an eye.

“And be subjected to the bummer vibe down there?” He rhetorically asked, head snapping up to scoff at Lucifer so the fallen angel could see how just grossed out he was by the idea. Lucifer merely rolled his eyes at Adam’s words, expecting such an answer. “Hell no.”

“I’m just saying it would be easier for you to come down there,” Lucifer shrugged it off as the suggestion was a silly idea, which he at first had thought it was but with every passing year he was brought up here it seemed it could actually work out. “Especially if you wanted to hold some… private meetings.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed as he took Lucifer’s words into consideration. Just by that look alone, Lucifer knew that his words had struck something in Adam’s brain, making him think upon the possibilities they had.

“Maybe,” Adam slowly said, hesitation behind the single word.

No matter though as a smile graced Lucifer’s face before he flipped the two of them over, Adam landed beneath his small frame with an exhaled huff. “Good to know you’re taking this fling seriously but I do have to part ways now. Call me if you ever want to make the trip down.”

There was a small blip as Lucifer and all of his belongings flashed out of existence, leaving Adam stranded on his back and a tent slowly growing in the blankets.

[blackwood4stucky]

maybe we’re just born with stardust in our blood | aspen blackwood

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅼 | word count: 4,330 | complete

tags: ws!witch!bucky, bucky barnes centric, ws!steve

synopsis: Team Cap search for the one thing that could send Bucky back to where he started.

ch. 2: i'll use you as a focal point, so i don't lose sight of what i want

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomgoesbingo | idiots to lovers

buckybarnesevents: babb 2023 | crackfic [nov monthly prompt]

@buckybarnesevents: bucky’s birthday bash

wakanda bucky + friends to lovers + steve rogers + blue

febuwhump | day 16: came back wrong

@julybreakbingo: post-july | “innocently” groping someone else

@killacharacterbingo | gunshot

@multifandom-flash

halloween [5037] | screams like a little girl round 3 [3013] | flirting under fire taboo [6049] | culture: talking about sex

@seasonaldelightsbingo: types of love bingo | pressing their foreheads together

@slumberpartybingo | would you rather: live in the big city or quiet countryside

@stuckybingo [5080] | music + aquamarine [march prompt]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | cold stare, mourning

stucky smut menu | shy!bucky

sweetspicybingo: sweetheart bingo | just the tip

the-slumberparty: eight types of love | eros: dirty talk

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa | tumblr

ch 1

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Chapter Nine - "The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles."

Winter’s captors reveal their true intentions. CW (contains spoilers!); Kidnapping, torture, physical abuse, slave sale, non-con virginity auction. Prompts used (contains spoilers!); -‘Tomorrow’ – @fandom-free-bingo , Frosty Edition; - “I Don’t Understand.” and ‘Virginity Auction’ – Fandom-Free Bingo, Flight Edition; - ‘Auction’ – Bug’s First Bingo (private event, sorry folks!) - ‘Broken ribs <b>to</b> Stitching Up Wounds’ – @hurtcomfort-bingo; - ‘I Have Your Loved One’ – @badthingshappenbingo; - ‘Coughing Up Blood’ and ‘Auction of Evil’ – @eclipsingbingo; - ‘Torture on Live Broadcast’ – @fandombingo; - ‘Azerbaijan’ – Gen Prompt Bingo; - ‘It’s Just a Flesh Wound.” – @multifandom-flash Mini – Round One (1084); -  ‘Missing’ – @fnafbingo; - ‘Handcuffed’ - @anyfandomdarkbingo.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Boards at the bottom, divider by yours truly <3

I shifted uncomfortably, squirming a little as consciousness began to sink in, the dull ache of muscles left cramped and unused spreading throughout my body as my awareness returned. I moved my hand to swipe at my face at the feeling of something brushing lightly against my cheek, but found quick, painful resistance, a thin strip around my wrist pressing sharply into the tender skin. With a minute frown, I explored the space around my hand, fingers tentative as they brushed against a taut string of interlinked loops, one end leading to the metal cuff around my wrist, the other to a smooth, cool cylinder rising from the ground behind me and up out of reach.

A pipe of some kind?

I blinked, but the darkness didn’t abate, almost entire save for the faint patches of light, almost cloudy in their appearance. As I moved again, the feeling of fabric on my face occurred once more, and comprehension dawned.

A blindfold.

My heart rate slowed infinitesimally with the understanding, with a brief permeation of the fog in my mind, and my frown deepened as I fought through the shroud, scrambling for any semblance of memory as to how I had gotten here.

We landed in Indonesia. There was a bar… A boy. We talked for a while, about the job. There was a man watching me… He said something to me, didn’t he? What was it? … What…? I can’t remember…

My eyes had closed to focus in spite of the darkness, but they snapped open again at a sudden, sickening thought, fear sending a chill through my body. Lieutenant Tyne… Greg… He won’t know what happened to me. Is that why they moved my bag? So he’d assume I’d bailed, and he wouldn’t look for me? … Would he give up on me so easily?

I shook my head as best I could, chasing the thoughts from my mind. Whether he was looking for me or not, there was no guarantee he’d find me; I’d have to make my own luck.

I tested the chain holding me carefully, but the inside of the cuff was serrated, and once it broke skin, the pain won out, forcing me to release the tension.

I’ve already lost one hand; I don’t need to-

I froze as realisation set in, casting out my senses uncertainly, jaw clenching when my attempts to flex my left hand came to nothing. Mentally mapping the movement of available muscles left me paralysed with dread, breath hitching in my chest, unable to attend to the desire to curl up and hide myself from any eyes that may be on me.

The fuckers took my arm.

My legs moved readily, albeit secured at the ankle, and I explored as best I could, feeling out the seemingly empty space around me. I was seated on the ground, I concluded – a hard and ridged ground, digging uncomfortably into the backs of my thighs.

It was until I swallowed dryly that I released the unobserved pressure in my ears, and an orchestra of sound fell over me – squeaks and tweets, soft voices murmuring – but most distinctly, and perhaps most importantly, the overwhelming din of engine and blades, accompanied by the distinct, crisp chill found in the inhalation of air on a flight.

Panic threatened to overwhelm me, my breaths coming short and painful, fingers curling automatically in preparation to fight an unknown, unknowable captor.

I felt the aircraft beginning to descend long before rubber met tarmac, several years of Spec Ops working to my advantage, and I braced myself milliseconds before a jolting landing. My observer did not seem so lucky; there was the notable clatter of a body hitting the floor, accompanied by a soft huff of air and a groan of discomfort. I couldn’t keep myself from letting out a derisive snort, but the sound was quickly chased by a yelp as the sole of a heavy boot met my ribcage, driving the breath from my lungs and tears to my eyes as something inside me snapped, leaving a sharp, stabbing sensation in its wake.

“You’ll pay for that, dog,” my captor snapped, scrambling audibly back into his seat as the plane came to a stucco stop.

I know that voice… Don’t I? I can’t remember… I struggled with the haze in my mind, frowning when it came to nothing, fingers clenching into a fist behind my back. “Fuck you,” I snapped back, straightening as best my restraints permitted, a growl building in my chest. “How about you untie me, and we’ll see what you’re really made of?”

Hope bloomed in my stomach as I heard him take slow steps closer, and I clenched my jaw to keep from smiling, forcing my expression to remain challenging and cocky. “You must think me an idiot,” he breathed suddenly in the quiet, his breath ghosting over my face unpleasantly. “I know as well as you do that if I untie you, that moment will be my last – you don’t need your metal arm to make you lethal, do you, Sergeant Barnes?”

I simply snarled back, earning a vicious laugh, and a fist slammed into my diaphragm without warning, leaving me coughing and spluttering as I fought to push air into my incapacitated lungs. “P… Prick,” I wheezed eventually, muscles clenching with fury. “Hitting a man when he barely expects it… A cowardly move.”

“Maybe,” he agreed readily, his voice shifting as he moved beside me. “But the smart one when facing a man such as yourself, Sergeant.” He hummed under his breath, a vaguely familiar tune I distinctly knew, and I grunted with relief when the straining against my bound wrist was released – only to curse again when I learned of the secondary tether, securing bound ankles to wrist with barely enough room to stand straight as he forced me to my feet.

“Why are you doing this to me? What the hell do you want with me?” I spat, rage making my arms – arm - shake with the effort of not attempting to drag my hand from its cuff, letting the skin flay in the process.

“Oh, we don’t,” a second voice laughed, nudging me forward until I stumbled, and jerking me back by the chain between my limbs to keep me upright. “It’s not you we’re after. It’s that bastard captain of yours, always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. You’re just the bait.”

“My Captain,” I echoed softly, and numbness flowed briefly through my body, muscles constricting and rooting me to the spot. “Lieutenant Tyne…” A sharp shake of my head snapped me back to focus, and I stepped toward the voice, anger breaking through my wall of shock, and heard him stumble back in panic. “You leave him alone! What do you want with him? I’ll kill you if you lay a goddamn hand on him!”

I stilled at the click of a hammer beside my head, cool metal touching lightly to my temple, and let out a low growl of frustration. “Now, now. There’s no need for such threats… I intend only to extend the same offer he once gave to me, though in not so many words. Either he retires from him vigilantism, or we kill one of his very favourite crewmates.”

The blindfold was jerked from my eyes, and I blinked in the sudden bright light, struggling to make out little more than outlines as my vision swam.

As it cleared, I managed to pick out details – a familiar jawline and hooked nose, broad hands wrapped loosely around his gun still levelled a few inches from my head.

Blinking harshly, my vision cleared, and I jerked back, stumbling over restraints at the two men before me, who simply smirked down at me as I sprawled to the ground. “You,” I hissed, eyes narrowing at the fishing boat captain grinning ghoulishly at me. The last time I’d seen this man was squaring off against mu own captain, shortly before I was shot and fell into the ocean.

His companion was even more familiar, and perhaps even more unwelcome. The sailor was as tall as I remembered, staring down and me with undisguised hatred and revulsion, and I fought to keep my expression neutral as I met his gaze. “Walker,” I noted evenly, muscles twitching with fury. “Is this how you repay your Captain?”

“That faggot is no captain of mine,” he sneered, eyes narrowing as I bared my teeth in warning. “And we have the perfect repayment in mind, don’t you worry.”

“I don’t understand,” I muttered, jerking forward as Walker grasped my chains to pull me along. “All he ever wanted to do was make the world a nicer place. How can you hate him so much for that?”

“He’s naïve,” the sailor replied simply, not looking at me as I was lead from the cargo hold of a plan bigger than I expected, dozens of crates being unloaded around us. The cacophony of shrieks and tweets finally made sense as I took in animals packed into cages, clawing, and flapping frantically at the bars. “This is the real world.”

“This is humane,” I countered hotly, shaking with rage. “You can’t do this.”

He smirked, ominous and predatory, head cocked to one side. “Who’s going to stop us? You’ll be out of here by tomorrow – wouldn’t do to have you stay in one place for long, would it?”

“Some things sell even better than parrots and shark fins,” the captain chuckled, his eyes cutting to mine, making the fear flow readily in my veins. “Virgin pussy is a rare commodity, after all.”

The room they put me in was bare, save a wire bed frame with a thin blanket offering little protection against the sharp platform or cold concrete.

I curled in a corner, shivering to myself, my arm wrapped desperately around my quivering frame. My only hope was that they’d leave me be until my sailor came for me - followed closely by the hope that he would never come for me at all. Selfishness and fear stopped me praying for the latter, but it was driven by an intense need for him to be okay. I cursed my survival instinct, this room I found myself in, my willingness to put my trust in a runaway youth – but more than anything, I cursed the men that held me here, and the cruelty of humanity.

I also cursed my own damn bad luck when the door opened and Walker stepped through once more, a cattle prod in hand.

“On your feet, dyke.”

I simply narrowed my eyes, refusing to give the slur legitimacy by responding to it, and he smirked, making the end of his prong crackle and spark. “I won’t ask twice.”

“I’d still ignore if you did,” I quipped back; my trembling removed some of the intimidation from my words, however, and he snorted, moving closer.

“I thought you weren’t going to ask again,” I snorted, continuing to meet his glare with cold defiance, and he lunged, my frozen joints too stiff and sluggish to avoid the blow. The end of the prod landed between my ribs, and I cried out, muscles convulsing and spasming as the volts burned through my body.

By the time I slumped to the floor, weak and twitching, he was laughing aloud, leaning over me with a grin. “Aw, what’s wrong? No funny retort for me now?” My mouth moved silently, and he leaned closer, hand curled theatrically around his ear. “What was that? I don’t seem to be able to hear y-”

He cut off with a grunt as I flung myself at his middle, calling on the reserves of my strength to send him sprawling to the floor, the prod spilling from his grasp and rolling across the concrete with a din. We scrabbled in unison, but I was at a disadvantage – he had twice as many arms, and my motivation wasn’t able to bridge the gap. His fingers closed around the metal rod a heartbeat before  I skimmed it, jerking the barbaric tool out of reach. Our proximity didn’t allow him to deliver another charge, to he simply swung the prod in my direction, leaving me wheezing and retching in blinding in pain as it collided with my already-broken ribs.

I could only lay and whimper, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as I fought for some semblance of cognisance. Walker was back on his feet, panting hard, snarling viciously as his fingers tangled in my hair to hoist me bodily from the ground, bringing his face close to mine as he sneered. “Bad choice, freak,” he purred, pausing for only a moment before jerking his head forward to collide heavily with my nose, earning a yelp as the bone shattered under the blow.

I was blinded by tears as he dragged me from the room, helpless to do anything but obediently follow the hand in my hair as I choked on the blood, stumbling and dumb.

“Finally! What took so- Fuck! What the hell did you do? This isn’t going to work if he isn’t recognisable, idiot!”

The sound of flesh colliding with flesh punctuated the snarling voice, and the hand left my hair, leaving me to sink to my knees, coughing blood onto the floor as I clawed desperately at the ground, fighting violently for each breath.

A hand cupped my chin, surprisingly gentle as my head was tipped up, the face of the Captain blurred by the water still gathered along my lash line. “Look at that face,” he tutted, shaking his head sympathetically, holding me more firmly as I tried to turn my gaze toward a pained cry. “No, no - just look here. It’s okay.” He offered me an insincere smile, eyes flicking over my shoulder, jaw stiffening as he nodded to someone unknown behind me. “See? Everything is okay. I just need to remind some of my men that failure to follow orders is not going to work here.”

I blinked hard, trying to flush the last of the tears from my vision, throat still thick and clammy with the taste of my own blood. “Why me?” I breathed, voice cracking. “Why do you think he’s going to care enough about me to track us down? To stop doing what he loves?”

The smile returned, more genuine now, a cruel turn of his lip taunting me. “Oh, he’s very partial to his crew, I hear. Especially his little pet.” A soft growl escaped me, quickly followed by a grunt as his fist found my gut, waves of nausea overwhelming me, spots darkening my vision. “See? That’s how we do it, boys. Keep the bruises below the collar – we need that pretty face intact, don’t we?” He moved to his feet, staring down at me as his gaze grew cold. “Make sure this one knows exactly what we’ll do to him if he doesn’t do as we tell him. I’ll go and deal with the petulant child with impulse control issues.”

He stepped away, leaving four men to close in on me, not looking back as the blows began to land – heavy military boots tenderising every inch of my flesh covered by fabric, obediently avoiding my face. He didn’t turn even as I cried out, and I kept my gaze on him until he slipped through the half-open door, finally curling into a protective ball under the endless volley of kicks.

By the time the Captain returned, I’d been dragged upright into a chair, barely conscious as I wheezed and fought for breath. The blood trickled steadily from the corner of my mouth, spraying the floor when I coughed, the motion causing a searing pain across my ribcage and a soft whimper to leave my bitten lips.

He assessed me for a moment, moving closer to grasp my chin, tipping my head from side to side roughly. “… Good. Not so hard to listen, is it? These foreign boys – no discipline.” He nodded approvingly to his soldiers, still stood around me in silence. Not a word had been said as they’d beaten me, even when I’d broken and begged them to stop, every inch of me aching and pulsing with pain.

Please. Please, Lieutenant Tyne…

Please don’t come for me.

They won’t let you leave with a promise. They’ll kill you. I can’t watch you die…

The Captain cleared his throat as he pointed over his shoulder, gesturing into the far corner. “See that?” I nodded silently as I followed his thumb, a camera pointed in my direction. “That was broadcasting everything – every moment of my boys here having their fun with you – straight to loverboy’s cell phone. I have it on good authority that he watched every second; he was quite upset, by all accounts.” He grinned, and I snarled again, the fire of fight flickering weakly in my chest at the thought of my Captain being tormented. “Yes, yes – very scary. You can barely sit up; you’re not exactly in a state to be making threats.” Defiance kept my back straight, fingers curling against the arm of the chair where I was tied, but the warning rumble in my chest died as blood gurgled in my throat once more, making me hack and struggle for breath until it passed. “Poor boy. Don’t worry – we’re almost done with you for today. Just one more thing you have to do.”

He moved from my line of sight, and I didn’t have the energy to turn my head. I could only sit, hunched and exhausted, until he returned, setting up a tripod in front of me, the mounted camera pointing at my face. “You are going to give a message to that Captain of yours.”

I shook my head fiercely, the motion making my stomach churn, jaw clenched. “No.”

An eyebrow raised, and he nodded over my shoulder. My groan was ragged as I slumped to the side, side aching with the force of the blow. “Would you like to reconsider?”

By the time I was eventually returned to my cell, I was limp and bloody, each breath coming with the telltale rasp of broken ribs through still-swollen lips.

Everything hurt.

The split along my cheekbone had been raggedly stitched closed and cleaned, blood wiped from my skin with an utter absence of care and consideration. When I’d been deemed acceptable – and my co-operation had been dragged from my reluctant lips one blow at a time – the camera had started rolling, and I pleaded with my invisible lover to rescue me.

“If you don’t get in touch, they’re going to kill me, Greg. Please.”                      

“I don’t know where I am; you won’t be able to find me. Don’t waste time looking.”

“I’m scared.”

The lines I’d been forced to deliver haunted me, reverberating in my aching skull without pause. I hoped he’d see the plea in my eyes – would see that I didn’t want to be doing this, that I didn’t want him to come for me.

I’d have gladly given my life for his to keep him safe – especially considering I had no confidence that they’d actually let me go, whether he showed up or not. I wasn’t even certain I’d be here if he surrendered himself for me; they’d already planned to sell me off, after all.

Tomorrow…

They were selling me to the highest bidder, where I’d be used and abused to their heart’s content, with no regard for me. For my sanity, or autonomy, or comfort. I’d be a slave to their whims and wants.

I’d rather die.

The night passed slowly, painfully, in an endless cycle of trying and failing to cradle my broken body in a comfortable position. Each time I began to drift off, an ache or sharp stab of pain would startle me awake, jerking my injured limbs and making me whimper. The thin mattress beneath me proved no match for the protruding wire frame, and after a few hours I dragged it to the floor, trading piercing discomfort for the seeping cold of the concrete. My bones ached at the creeping chill, the metal inside my shoulder radiating pain through my chest.

It was the longest night of my life, but I’d have done it a hundred times over to keep the door from opening.

But none of my prayers and begging meant a thing – time marched on, in the way it is known to do, and eventually the door opened once more. I blinked at the harsh light streaming into the space, momentarily blinding me and leaving only a vague, hulking outline.

“Up.”

I scrambled to my feet obediently, bones still aching at the memory of what happened last time I dared refuse their orders. The brightness eased, revealing a few blurry details – the sharp cut of a jaw and the swell of strong muscles, both as intimidating as each other in their own way. He stepped closer, and I flinched, fingers curling into a defensive fist automatically, earning a wry smirk. “Don’t bother. I’ve been told my aim is to keep the facial bruising to a minimum – but there’s nothing stopping me from snapping a few more of your ribs. So be good, and come quietly.” I hesitated for a moment longer, muscles tense, before relaxing in resignation, my hand loosening weakly. His face spread into a lazy smile, and he jerked his head indicatively over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

What choice do I have?

I slunk forward, falling into step behind him, my movements pained and slow. He hardly glanced at me as he turned, and certainly gave no consideration to my discomfort; when I couldn’t match his pace, his hand wrapped in the scruff of my shirt, and I yelped as he jerked me forward, scrabbling uselessly against the floor in an effort to find my feet.

I felt... Cowed, and humiliated, at how easily I’d become helpless. The pain coating every inch of me had a lot to answer for – but more than anything, I felt stripped bare and vulnerable without my arm, all the fight taken from me with the metal. It had been longer than I could remember since I’d been without it for any extended period of time, the sensation clumsy and lopsided.

Weak.

And so it was with a lowered head that I let myself be pushed into a chair, hands rough as they poked and prodded at me. My skin was scrubbed roughly, changing dirt- and blood-streaked sun-kissed tan to sensitive crimson, raw and aching. Harsh fingers on my chin pulled my head upright to wipe the skin clear, pale eyes calculating as they peered at my face, and my mouth dropped silently.

“... I- Walker?” I breathed, wincing at the split across the bridge of his nose, the skin swollen and vibrant, a long gash running from eyebrow to cheekbone. His gaze flicked to mine for a heartbeat before he returned to task, jaw set. “What the hell happened to y-”

His fist meeting my gut drove the air from my lungs with a pained grunt, free hand wrapping in my hair to jerk me back upright. “Shut the fuck up, and hold still,” he spat, eyes narrowed hatefully. “I don’t need pity from someone like you.”

My muscles tensed with annoyance, and I swallowed any further questions, staying still and silent under his rough touch. Fine. Fuck you, then. I hope you rot in the prison you made for yourself.

Nodding with approval, he moved behind me, the touch of cold metal at my throat making me panic. I jerked forward to meet hard resistance, pressure on my windpipe making me cough and splutter as a soft click finalised my slavery.

His fingers caught on the mats in my hair as he dragged through it quickly, smoothing it as best the dirt and sweat allowed. I went to stand when he stopped, presuming him to be done with me, but was met with a snarl and a vicious jerk on the collar. “Stay,” he spat, the flat of his hand meeting the back of my head sharply. I cowered under the blow, fingers curling tight around the chain joined to my ankles, wishing more than anything that I could do something – anything – other than fearfully obey.

I should be fighting. Trying to run. Trying to get away, I noted distantly – but terror and pain held me fast, more afraid of the consequences when I was inevitably caught than I was ashamed of meekly going along with what they desired of me.

The feeling of the blade against the nape of my neck made me stiffen, sweat beading under the sharp tip. I hardly dared breathe as he applied pressure slowly, the edge working slightly into my flesh before jerking down sharply, cutting lightly through the flesh as the material of shirt split under the pressure. I let out a soft yelp, and he snorted. “Shut up. It’s just a flesh wound – get a grip.”

Heat pooled beneath my cheekbones as the fabric was torn from my body, recoiling in shame at the exposure. I couldn’t help the quiet whimper that escaped my lips as the blade met my waistband, and Walker snorted, shaking his head. “Cry all you like. I don’t care; people want to see what they’re buying, after all.”

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered, turning my gaze to him desperately, shame and revulsion overpowering the fear at last. “Please, Walker… Please don’t do this.”

His eyes met mine for a moment, and I held my breath, staring intently for any sign of reluctance or guilt. But there was only cold detachment as he considered his response, a smile playing lightly on his lips as he leaned in. “You’re right,” he murmured, tapping the tip of the knife against my hipbone thoughtfully. “I don’t have to do this…” His smirk grew wider as the blade dug in once more, and a low chuckle sounded beside my ear. “I want to.”

I snarled and jerked away as best I could, until his free hand found my throat, pinning me back against my seat as he worked the knife under my trousers, cutting through the elastic and material with ease until I sat only in my underwear, legs clamped together in shame. He rolled his eyes again as he released me, stepping back, lip curled in disgust.

“I have no interest in touching you, don’t worry – you disgust me. And besides,” he gestured vaguely over his shoulder with the knife, grinning maniacally, “Someone out there is going to pay a lot to break you in; who would I be to deny them their money’s worth?”

I bared my teeth hatefully, a snarl of pure disdain building in my chest. “I disgust you? I’m not the one selling people into slavery. Say what you will about me, but at least I’m not some scumbag trafficker.”

He stiffened, light eyes growing dark as he moved closer once more, his voice low and soft and full of venom. “See, that’s just it, isn’t it? You’re not people. We don’t deal in people. We deal in exotic animals, and freaks. And there’s certainly nothing exotic about you.” His fingers wrapped around my collar once more, jerking me to my feet, and I scrambled to keep some weight on my toes as desperation threatened to overpower me. “Just one more touch, I think….” he murmured, cocking his head thoughtfully before dropping me back into my seat to cough and gasp for breath. He stepped away, and I rubbed at my raw throat, feeling the weight of the metal against my neck – unignorable and inescapable.

My hand was swatted aside, and I froze obediently as his own found the collar once more, the other holding up a tag swinging lightly from a silver ring. “This is you now. Creatures like you don’t have names, do they? Not until their master gives them one.” He hummed tunelessly under his breath as he attached the tag to the collar, stepping back with a smirk. “On your feet, Asset Eleven.”

Leather cut into the corners of my mouth as I was led by a thick chain around my collar, laid bare for all to see - soft, weak, pliable.

Fragile.

The brush of the tag against my throat made me nauseous, the inscription feeling burned to my skin.

Asset.

 Is that all I am now?

Property, to be bought and sold?

Is my humanity worth so little?

I grunted around the gag, earning a jerk to the leash and a snarl from my captor. “Stop it. Behave yourself – it’s for your own good, trust me. Some of these men would be looking for a spirited one to break. You want the ones who are looking for someone meek,” Walker warned, shooting me a glare. “So shut the hell up, and be good.”

With a wince, I ducked my head, stomach rolling at the idea of people who would relish in breaking my spirit.

Not that there was much left to break.

The bright lights pointed at the makeshift stage made the space beyond an endless darkness, punctuated only with gleaming eyes and flashes of white paddles embossed with black numbers. I was blinded as I was jerked forward, stumbling in the spotlights, blinded and shell-shocked at where I found myself. The mumbles and mutters died out, a stunned silence settling over the gathered group. It was hard to distinguish, between the half-glances and impenetrable darkness, quite how many people were sat staring – but the reflection of light on eyes came from two dozen points, all focused unerringly on me. I pulled instinctively against my chains, filled with the need to cover myself – to ball up into an impenetrable mass, tucking softness and scar away from their prying. But I only managed to tug painfully on my shoulder, metal biting into my skin as I strained until a sharp tug on my leash make me cease.

“Asset Eleven. Previously a member of the US Army, most recently sailing under the Shark Defence Initiative. As you can see, this product is somewhat defective, and has experienced total traumatic removal of the left arm at the shoulder. However…” I looked to the Captain as he paused, but he didn’t so much as glance at me, grinning broadly as he gestured with the energy of a ringmaster. “Its strength is not to be underestimated. The Asset also comes with a detachable left arm – this should be applied with caution, following a strict training schedule, as the Asset tends to become more volatile when attached. But the true benefit of this product lies in the unique interaction between strength and pleasure.” His smile grew wider as the murmurs recommenced, and the Captain moved closer, his fingertips brushing lightly over the scars at my chest, making my skin crawl. “The creature you see before you is female – and unused.”

I fought back the tears pricking at my eyes as the mutters increased, their curiosity piqued. I strained to object, but the gag smothered my words, and the Captain jerked sharply on my leash, chuckling tersely. “As you can see, it has some behavioural issues… This one would require a firm hand.”

Wincing, I dropped my head once more as Walker’s words echoed in my mind, carefully keeping my eyes away from the men who were jeering and whooping at the very notion of breaking me down.

“We’ll start the bidding at… What say you? $100?”

I couldn’t help it – my jaw dropped in disbelief. Hand after hand raised, a number of paddles vying for the opportunity to own me. I was… Irrationally offended.

So not only am I being bought and sold like goods – I’m not even valuable goods?

That feels worse. Why does that feel worse?

I swallowed the bile building in my throat, jaw set with righteous indignation as I raised my chin, refusing to be cowed by these men who could decide my life was worth so little. How could I let these men – these monsters – decide my worth? I stared out at the gathering with hatred burning in my gaze, not permitting my eyes to lower for a heartbeat longer.

“Five hundred dollars – do we have eight?”

“A thousand to the fine gentleman on the left here; will anyone raise the price, or will our auction end here? Remember, whoever purchases this Asset will not only be getting a strong one, but also the opportunity to break in that sweet virgin puss- There we go, twelve hundred!”

“Fifteen hundred going once, going tw- sixteen hundred! Got in there at the last moment, sir – ma’am, I do apologise! Well done. Anyone else? No? Once…. Twice… Sold!”

A polite round of applause snapped me from my hateful trance, and I followed the eyes of the captain, but could see little in the darkness save a figure moving through the masses, head down. Tugging sharply on the chain around my neck, I could do nothing but glare venomously into the abyss as I shuffled away, the bonds that held me fast limiting my speed.

Walker was once again the one handling me when I was led down seemingly endless halls, the adrenaline and fight leaving me, shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I warned you,” he snorted, shaking his head without glancing back. “All you managed to do was make us richer, and probably ended up being bought by someone you wouldn’t want to be.”

I snarled my distaste through the gag, finally earning a brief look, his eyes rolling. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’ll regret the attitude when you’re chained up in basement somewhere crying for that fag you call a C-”

I reacted without thinking – without consideration for my restraints – as he came to a stop, free hand resting lightly on the doorknob before us. My unaltered shoulder met the middle of his spine, sending him slamming into the wood with a grunt and a thud. When the door splintered under the blow, I winced, stepping back – I’d managed the attack only with the element of surprise, but anyone on the other side of the door was almost certainly than I could handle right now.

Even if I die for that, it will have been worth it.

When Walker hit the floor, sprawling with a groan atop the split wood, I gazed dumbfounded at the duo stood on the other side, seemingly just as shocked to see me as I was to the see them.

My legs gave way as a sob burst from my chest, terror and relief sending me sinking to the floor. My Captain moved quickly, catching me and crushing me against his body with murmured words of reassurance I couldn’t make out through the blood pounding in my ears. I could think of nothing save burying my face in his shirt, inhaling the scent of ocean and sweat and safety desperately, drinking in his unique aroma like a drowned man coming up for air.

He held me like that only for a few moments before drawing back, gaze soft on mine as his fingers gently reached for my gag. We winced in unison as he removed it – me in pain and he in sympathy, the material sticking where it had sliced into the corners of my mouth. Licking my lips, they parted to ask any of the hundred questions circulating my mind, but the intention was interrupted by a low groan from behind him.

His eyes turned dark as he looked around, the hands on my body unconsciously growing tighter, and he stood, still cradling me carefully to his chest despite my size. My fingers tangled desperately in his shirt, breath hitching as I clung until my joins began to ache. “You’re here… I can’t believe you’re here. How are you here?”

Glancing at me briefly, he brushed a soothing, tender kiss over my forehead. “Later. We need to move.”

“And this one?” Neri prompted, pushing back her hood and making the prone ex-sailor grunt with a fierce kick to the ribs. Greg’s gaze was hard once more as they lowered to his former crewmate, hatred filling the mahogany depths.

“I won’t make the same mistake twice,” he replied softly. Gently, he placed me on my feet, untangling my grip and gesturing his first mate closer to take my weight as I slumped against him. “Take him the way we came, and wait for me there. He’s seen enough.”

I growled weakly in protest, but relief had drained any dregs of adrenaline-fueled energy from my system – without Neri’s arm around my waist, I doubted I’d be upright. Despite my feeble attempts to complain, she guided me unsteadily forward, past the man now staring fearfully up at his old Captain and through a door on the other side of the small room. I expected her hand on the soft curve of my hip to make me uncomfortable – but I was too stunned, too emotionally numbed by the last two days to feel much of anything at all. There was only exhaustion as she closed the door behind us, letting me lean against the wall.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, drowning out the murmurs on the other side of the wood. I offered her a weak, tired smile, shrugging my shoulder.

“I’ve been better… But I’ll be okay.”

She nodded once, the gesture short and sharp as her eyes assessed the corridor beyond us. “Glad to hear it, sailor. I don’t like flying; I’d really rather not do that again anytime soon, okay? So if you could avoid getting kidnapped again anytime in the near future, that’d be great.”

I snorted softly, affectionately rolling my eyes. “I’ll do my best, but no promises. I’m pretty kidnappable, after all.” She laughed aloud, and we shared a grin for a moment before my expression broke once more and grew serious. “… He shouldn’t be here. It’s him they’re after; he shouldn’t have-”

“There was no way he wasn’t coming after you, so don’t even bother finishing that thought,” she interrupted absently, continuing to glance warily around. “These guys are dangerous, but they’re stupid. I got into the auction without issue, and he used the distraction to get back here. Nobody knows we’re here.”

“Casualties?” I probed softly, and the door opened, the Captain stepping forward with a silver key dangling between two fingers.

“Only one,” he replied evenly, and I swallowed as he turned to close the door deliberately behind him. “Nobody that will be missed.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured as he knelt before me, and he glanced up with a frown, hands pausing on the chains around my feet.

“What on Earth are you sorry for, Snowflake?” His head cocked sweetly, brow furrowed, and I couldn’t help but smile, fingertips moving to follow the sharp line of his jaw in adoration.

“I’m sorry you had to do that. He worked with you for a long time – you shouldn’t have had to-”

His mouth on mine interrupted me, moving firmly as he held me tightly to his chest, one hand finding my hair to keep me pressed against him. I could only sigh into the kiss, eyes squeezing shut as tears pricked my lash line. “I’d burn the world down for you, Schneeflocke. I’m in love with you.”

Shock had my lids snapping open once more as I stumbled back in surprise, my jaw slack. “You- what?”

His smile was tender as he tried not to chuckle, amusement sparkling in the burnt sienna depths of his eyes. “I love you, Winter. Of course I do... I’ve never been so afraid as when I thought I’d lost you. After I got that live stream, I thought... I thought you were dead. I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful to see your face as when I got that video – even if it made me furious in equal measure.” He reached out once more, carefully skimming the stitches on my cheekbone with a wince. “We’d already narrowed down the stream’s location to East Azerbaijan, so... I was on my way before we knew exactly where you were. I wasn’t risking you disappearing on me again, sweet boy.”

I blushed softly, tilting my face into his touch. “I love you too, Lieutenant Tyne.”

We stood that way for a few heartbeats, grinning like fools and staring into one another’s eyes, until Neri cleared her throat pointedly. “Not to interrupt what is, truly, a very sweet moment – but we really need to get out of here...”

Greg held my gaze for a moment longer, seemingly as unable to look away as I was, before clearing his throat, shifting his hand to mine. “Let’s go.”

My collar hit the ground as we stepped away, and he left it where it fell without looking back.

I followed them through an endless maze of corridors, blindly trusting Neri as she led the way, the arm around my waist the only focus of my attentions. His touch on my bare skin was all I could register, the blank walls passing without notice – but the exhaustion was beginning to seep into my bones, and I started to stumble more and more as my depleted body struggled to keep going.

“We’re almost there. Almost out,” Greg murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple gently. I nodded weakly – before slamming to a halt, almost slipping from his grasp at my sudden change of direction.

“We can’t. We- I need my arm. And there’s so many birds, and lizards – we can’t just- We have to do something,” I begged, fingers curling tight against his bicep in my desperation. “Please, Greg. We have to go back. We have to do something.” The Captain blinked in disbelief before shaking his head hard, mouth opening to object, but I scowled and interrupted. “All this started when you left me to save some baby lizards. We met because we both wanted to save the oceans. Are we really going to be able to live with ourselves if we walk away from this now?”

He watched me for a moment before glancing to Neri, who simply shrugged helplessly. “You can barely stand,” he argued, turning his pleading gaze back to me. “You can’t do this right now, Snowflake. I need to get you out of here; you’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

I leaned up to kiss his cheek gently, offering him a soft smile as I stepped free of his embrace, trying to pretend my legs weren’t shaking. “If I don’t do this, I’m not the man you fell in love with. I’m going back, Captain. I won’t judge you if you don’t judge me, but I can’t walk away from this. I won’t condemn anyone to captivity, human or animal. And there could be more people here,” I added, my voice lowering as I verbalised the ugly truth that had been weighing on me. “I can’t… I need to know.”

His eyes cleared, brow relaxing, and he nodded once, reaching out to squeeze my fingers once more. “Well, I can’t let you do this alone, can I?”

Neri snorted, shaking her head, long hair swaying about her waist. “You’re mad, both of you,” she scoffed, and glanced once more toward the exit before looking back at us with a sigh. “I’m not missing out on being part of this story. Let’s go.”

[nekoannie-chan]

Road trip mission

Title: Blood magic.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X STRIKE member!Reader.

Word count: 690 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve thinks you hate him, maybe you have feelings for him.

Major Tags: Coworkers to lovers, mention of murder, little spicy, insinuation.

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"Road trip romance.”

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You were laughing at what Brock was saying as you planned the next mission; however, the smile was wiped off your face when you saw Steve enter the team meeting room. Although his presence there was not unusual, this time the mission was different.

They were to go to different cities, but only one person could accompany them.

The room was filled with murmurs as Steve explained the situation; however, you were ignoring everything he said; the whole team knew it was not to your liking.

“Y/N can go with you," Jack proposed with derision.

“I don't..."

“I think it's perfect; I think Y/N has everything he needs for the mission," Steve said.

After a few minutes, everyone's attention was focused on the map, with the red marks indicating the places where the enemies had attacked. You were standing in a corner, analyzing the information.

Steve approached you and handed you a folder with other details of the mission. “We need to follow them closely. I think they might be heading south, but I'm not entirely sure. I want you to lead this operation.

“I understand. We will find them," you replied.

You would leave the next day; you couldn't deny that you were surprised that Steve didn't want to be the leader of the mission as usual.

You arrived ten minutes before the time Steve had indicated, but he was already there. Without saying a word, he extended his hand to give you the keys to the vehicle. You looked at him with a little distrust and took them. He went to the passenger seat.

You had gone about five hours without saying a word. Why was Steve so complicated and easy to hate?

Sometimes you would pass on the songs; maybe you should ask him if he liked the music you were listening to. No, you would rather murder Jack when you come back; you would get revenge for getting into this mess.

“Why do you hate me?" Steve asked, breaking the silence you had had for almost eight hours.

“I don't hate you; I just don't like you," you answered without taking your eyes off the road. Steve raised an eyebrow. “You're very bossy, even more than Brock."

“Just because of that?"

“Maybe. "

“I like you."

You were silent again for another couple of hours.

Steve noticed your expression of concentration and discomfort and smiled. “Have you ever taken a road trip just for the pleasure of it?"

You shrugged. “I've never had the time for it. There's always a mission, always something to do."

“Well, maybe we should change that. After this mission, we could take some time to enjoy the road. What do you say?"

You smiled. “No. "

Steve kept his smile; he was absolutely sure it would change your mind.

Finally, you arrived at the last known location of the enemies. You didn't even have time to prepare or carry out the plan as you were immediately attacked, yet you managed to make the mission a success.

When you realized you had won, Steve took your face in his hands and kissed you. After a few seconds, you separated, looked at each other, and now you kissed him.

“Well, leader, how do you like the idea of a road trip now?"

“Okay, it's a plan. But first, we should rest and take the report. And of course, celebrate that the mission was a success." You changed your tone of voice a little, hoping that Steve had understood what you meant.

“I saw a small hotel on the way; we could stop there," he said.

“I hope there are rooms available," you commented with a mischievous smile.

“I think one is enough for us; I hope you don't mind sharing a bed." Steve tried to sound innocent.

“Maybe we'll have a lot of fun."

You got into the car; this time he would drive; you settled in the passenger seat; and as you drove, you looked at the stars. After all, what you felt for Steve wasn't hate, and you were going to make sure you had a good time before heading back.

[eddiediaaz]

heartstopper's imogen heaney vs 9-1-1's evan buckley an ally, you say....mmhmm sure, sure....

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Merlin & Percy adventures: new episode!

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: Merlin (TV), Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Characters: Leon (Merlin), Chiron (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson Additional Tags: Tired Leon (Merlin), Immortal Leon (Merlin), Protective Leon (Merlin), POV Leon (Merlin), Awesome Leon (Merlin), Good Friend Leon (Merlin), Supportive Leon (Merlin), BAMF Leon (Merlin), Sarcastic Leon (Merlin), Leon is So Done (Merlin), Tired Chiron (Percy Jackson), Guilty Chiron (Percy Jackson), Chiron Gets Called Out for his Mistakes (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson is a Little Shit

written for @multifandom-flash: new year’s resolution, chill out