#And Tom gets injured on an away mission

[pilots-and-protons]

Current Trek fans need to bring more modern AUs and tropes into fanfic.

What I mean by that is there's so little Voyager fanfic with things like Soulmate/mark AUs, or some good Omegaverse AUs, or Zombie/Post-Apocalypse AUs (which considering the whole "stranded somewhere dangerous with only each other for survival" concept of Voyager, I'm honestly a little surprised)

[xyziiix]

𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐑 - 𝐉.𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

Captain John Price X Female!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (P in V, fingering, spit kink - Price spitting in readers mouth 🫣, unprotected sex, hints of a breeding kink?) PRICE IS A NASTY MF - implied secret relationship, language, mention of violence, mentions of guns, description of bullet wound, hint at Ghost being a peeping Tom @ the end, reader is described as a woman!!!!

Small summary: after a mission not going as smooth as planned, yourself and the boys had no choice but to hunker down in a safe house while you stitch up Soap - him taking a nasty bullet wound to the thigh - the heat is overwhelming and anticipation bubbling as you weren’t sure if you were entirely safe, the only thing that could take your mind off of it was your Captain’s lingering eyes, promiscuous and completely unprofessional thoughts racing through his mind about you.

!not proof read!

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Sergeant Mactavish exclaims, his head thrown back as a pained groan rumbles from his chest - his accent thicker as he complains.

“Hold still, Soap.” You reply - your voice coming out stern as you focus on pulling the bullet out of his thigh, your breath wavering as you tried to concentrate - pushing away the panic and anxiety you were feeling at seeing your friend injured. Luckily, the bullet hadn’t gone deep - and as far as you could tell - it hadn’t hit an artery. “Almost out.” You added, trying to get him to calm down.

“Stay calm, Sergeant.” A low - gravelly voice filled the clouded room, your Captain stood behind the groaning Scot, a hand placed on his shoulder to ground him as well as keep him still in order for you to work easier.

The house you were holed up in - though you could barely call it a house - was in the butt-fuck middle of nowhere - not another sign of life in sight as all that surrounded you was sand and heat. The scorching sun blared through the single glass-pane window, lighting the room enough to your satisfaction - and if you looked over to the ray of sun, you could actually see the abundance of dust floating in the air. It was safe to say you were surprised when you learned this was a marked safe house and not some deserted shack in the middle of the urzikstan desert.

You were kneeled on the chalky ground, your knees aching from the concrete floor as Soap sat above you in the rickety chair, the furniture groaning in protest at the agitated soldiers weight. You hands worked fast - managing to remove the bullet from the surface of his flesh and immediately going to disinfect it.

“Shite!” He hissed, the wound burning as you pressed a antisept-soaked cotton pad to the open area, cutting him an apologetic look as his neck strained - teeth bared at the stinging pain shooting through his nerves.

After a few minutes of you working swiftly and silently - save for the few ‘sorry’s’ when you see the Sergeant wince when you push the needle through his flesh in order to close the wound - you managed to successfully stitch him up, sighing as you lean back slightly, the strain in your back and the cramp in your hands pushed aside as you observe your work - wanting to be extra sure your teammate was taken care of. After wrapping gauze around his thigh, Gaz and Ghost move over to Soap - wrapping his arms around their shoulders as they guide him to stand.

“You go and lie down, okay? You need to rest that leg so you don’t tear the stitches.” You order softly, rising to your feet - feeling your knees pop from the benumbed feeling of kneeling for so long.

“Aye.” Johnny grunts, exhaustion taking over his usually lively self as he looks to you, “I owe you big time, lass.” He says gratefully, casting you an appreciative and tired smile before he’s moving out of the room with the other two - Ghost mumbling something to about not being so reckless, his cold demeanour failing to mask his genuine worry for Soap.

You let out groan of relief as you take a seat at the rustic table, your whole body aching as you tried to relax as best as you could in the beaten down chair.

“You alright, love?” Price asks you - and for a moment, you’d forgotten he was still in the room with you - stood over by the window he’d pried open, a cigar in his hand as he looked over to you. He’d barely spoken a word since the mission had gone south, and as much as you wanted to ask if he was okay, you knew it was best not to pry for the moment - understanding that a lot of stress and emotions were weighed on his shoulders.

“Yeah.” You responded, a hand coming to rub and knead at the back of your neck - attempting to unwind the knot that has formed there. You felt uncomfortably warm, having removed your vest a while ago - leaving you in a simple tank top, though it did little to relieve your skin - the air almost impossibly humid.

Price surveyed you, bringing the thick cigar to his lips, relishing in the smoke burning his throat and lungs as he took you in. A light sheen of perspiration was layered on your skin - collecting between your breasts that gave the illusion that your skin was glowing, your once-neat updo having loosened, your hair falling more loosely and wild, and stray, defiant strands of hair stuck to your damp skin. Price had been silently replaying the events of before in his head - what he could’ve done to prevent it; to prevent Soap getting shot, and to prevent you being put in danger. But, seeing you now - looking as ravishing as you did, helped to take his mind away from his own self-doubt for a beat.

You reluctantly stood, having looked at the scattered medical supplies on the table and floor long enough - hoping that if you glared at it hard enough it would magically be cleaned up and put back to where it was supposed to be. You began slowly picking up pieces of gauze, rolls of surgical suture and various other supplies before placing them back into the first aid box, lost in your own thoughts as you stayed contently silent.

You felt his presence before he reached for you, he smells of ash, and a lingering acrid taste of a cigar burns your tongue. His aura is intrusive, but it’s never uncomfortable. Two calloused, large hands place themselves on the outside of your arms, pressing his hard body to yours - his chest to your back as his familiar, warm lips press onto the heated skin of your neck - the juncture of where your neck and shoulder meets.

“John…” you breathe, eyes flickering over to the open doorway - painfully reminded that you weren’t alone in the house, and if either of your teammates walked in, the first thing they would see is how your Captain is practically trapping your body to the dust-covered table with his own.

“Hm?” He hums back to you, the vibrations crawling from his chest and settling into the sensitive skin of your neck. He was doing it on purpose. Acting nonchalant about the compromising position that you could be caught red-handed in at any moment. “I love hearin’ y’say my name.” He murmurs against your skin, one of his sizeable hands placing itself on your midsection - effectively pushing you back and closer to him, also chipping away at your resolve as you fought back to not sink into the feeling of him. Your skin grew impossibly hotter, the weak feeling in your thighs becoming known as you were silently glad you were being held up between the table and John - certain your already exhausted legs would collapse - you had to stifle a gasp when you felt the light graze of teeth under your jaw, the wiry stubble of his goatee scratching across your delicate skin - your Captain continued his onslaught on your neck, nearly groaning at the taste of salt on your skin.

“They could catch us.” You remind him, breathlessly.

“They could.” He agrees, though he made no move to step away from you.

It was a dangerous game you were both playing. It’s not important how your dalliance with your Captain started - it being a long story of what started as lingering looks and intrusive thoughts as you distantly admired one another - knowing the consequences of what would happen if you were to act on your feelings. You could lose your job, and John would be punished greater than you - being kicked off the team and risking being stripped of his rank. Yet, it seemed he cared little for the consequences when one night - he’d shown up to your room in the barracks, telling you that you both needed to talk - a long overdue conversation - which actually led to him fucking you senseless on your single bed. You both agreed afterwards that you needed to keep whatever this was quiet - John promising you he’d find a way to make it not result in backlash when others learned about your relationship, and in the last few months - you were both in your own content little bubble outside of work, spending most of your time from deployment with him in his apartment in London.

Panic flashes across your face as you hear footsteps descending the stairs, each step groaning and creaking from heavy combat boots, Price then stepped away from you - going back to his place by the window to resume smoking his cigar, acting as if he hadn’t just left you a flustered mess. Gaz was who appeared, not taking any notice of the red dusting your cheeks and the nonplus stature you had while you remained stood by the table.

“He’s passed out.” Gaz interjected the atmosphere - unaware of the previous state you and the Captain were in, Price nodded briefly at Garrick, the end of his cigar burning orange embers for a second as he took a pull of the smoke. You also nodded at his words - shaking yourself out of it as your unsteady hands moved to close the first aid box. Gaz took a seat at the table - the seat previously occupied by Soap - as another set of heavier footsteps came down the staircase, the skull faced Lieutenant appearing, silent as he joined the table. You glanced over to Price, who casually watched out of the window. “It’s bloody boiling in here.” Garrick comments, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Ghost lets out a grumble of agreement, a gloved hand readjusting his mask slightly. You busy yourself, now having regained your composure as you silently took the box in your hands - walking out of the room to go and put it back with the other supplies. Price’s cerulean eyes flicking over to you, watching you leave the room.

It was a few hours later, daylight had burned and it grew darker. The air finally getting cooler and giving your body some relief. You had just finished checking up on Soap - him finally feeling more like himself, joking and putting on his charm as usual. It was a relief to see him act like himself, as well as that his wound hadn’t shown any signs of infection. The stairs creaked under your feet as you left Johnny to rest and descended to the ground floor. Glancing into the living room to see Gaz had made himself comfortable on the worn down sofa, and was already passed out. Simon was no where to be seen - and you guessed he was either outside on watch or he’d just found himself a private area for the night, understanding that he prefers his own company sometimes.

You snatched a pillow from the armchair in the living room - unfortunately, the only bed that was actually inhabitable; was occupied by an injured Soap. You would’ve slept in the living room, but Gaz’s snoring was already doing your head in. You moved to the more open room - where the flimsy dining table was. You went to the other end of the room, laying the pillow on the hard ground and lying down. The pillow gave your head some relief, but the hardwood floor dug unmercifully into your already aching back.

You sighed, staring up at the ceiling, observing the parts where the paint had chipped. You laid there for a moment, hands resting on your stomach as you enjoyed the peace and quiet - yet it also put you on edge; you could hear a pin drop it was that silent.

You decided to shut your eyes, disappointed to feel not even an ounce of sleep behind your eyes, you let out another frustrated sigh - scrunching your brows as you tried to will yourself to get some rest.

When you heard the quiet shuffling of boots moving towards you, your breath slowed - already knowing who it was as you felt him settle on the ground beside you, a strong arm slithering around your stomach and gently pulled you to him until your back met his hard chest.

“What are you doing?” You asked, your voice sounding stern - though, you could both hear the smile in it.

“Wha’s it look like i’m doin’?” Price asked rhetorically, his voice low and gravelly - his accent mixing his words to a perfect melody as it vibrated against your ear. You felt his stubble prickling the back of your neck as he placed a single, wet kiss there - a shiver rolling down your spine.

“Not here.” You sighed reluctantly, even having him lay next to you was risky - as well as that it was effectively arousing you like a bitch in heat. It’s been so long - too long - since you’d felt him, having been on this mission for weeks now and not having an ounce of privacy between you.

“Was only wantin’ a cuddle, love.” He responded with a raspy chuckle, his voice having a teasing edge to it as his arm flexed around your torso slightly - pulling you closer to him until there was practically no space between your bodies. “-unless…” he trailed off, his arm around your torso slowly moving south, his fingers dancing along the slit of exposed skin where your top ended and your pants begun.

“They’ll hear us.” You say, your voice growing breathless as you tried to remind him - as well as yourself - looking down to try and watch his fingers in the dark - only being able to make out darker shapes as you felt his finger tease under the waistband of your pants - trailing along the sensitive skin of you abdomen.

“We’ll be quiet.” He says, his liquid voice soothing you as he nestles his head in the crook of your neck - also looking down to watch his hands work as they slowly begin to pop the buttons of your pants open.

You don’t reply, breath bated as you feel your pants grow loose on your hips and leisurely pushed down to your thighs - feeling your skin being exposed to the air.

He lets out a hum against your neck, adjusting his head to softy suck at the thin skin of your jugular - feeling your breath hitch as his warm, large hand slides further down, slipping under the cotton fabric of your underwear and cupping your pussy, feeling how hot, puffy and slick you were under his palm.

“Oh, sweetheart..” He groaned, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans more over you to get a better look at your face, a smug smirk pulling his lips and goatee up as his hand wedges itself between your closed thighs - flexing his wrist to essentially grind his hand against your neglected cunt. “How long ya been like this? All wet for me?” He asked lowly - though he knew you were too focused on not crying out to answer him. His pride grew as he felt your hips begin to rock on their own accord, grinding into his palm as well as brushing your arse against his clothed cock. “Soaked… and I haven’t even put my fingers in you yet.” He practically growls against your neck - his voice reverberating through your entire body, his touch feeling electric.

“John…” you breathe a quiet whine, and he feels his chest swell as he could already hear the pleading edge in your voice, his cock throbbing in the confines of his pants.

“Tell me to stop.” He breathes, his hand pressing up against you - feeling your slick stick to his palm. He let out a low, gravelly breath as he felt how hot and wet you were. He doesn’t wait for you to respond - because he knows you won’t. He knows you won’t tell him to stop.

And you know it too.

You hear the metal of his zipper being pulled, the noise joining the soundtrack of your heavy breathing. The hand still buried inside of your underwear shifts, spreading your slick over your puffy clit, sending small jolts through your body. When you hear a quiet, strangled groan from behind you, you turn to look over your shoulder.

Price was still laying on his side behind you, his pants being pulled down enough so that his cock was free. You watched in awe as he slowly fisted his dick, pumping himself languidly as his other hand was still buried inside of your underwear - a calloused thumb circling your bud of nerves while you felt two of his thick fingers tease at your quivering, drooling entrance.

You thankfully didn’t need to whine and beg - mostly because John was growing just as desperate as you were. His thick fingers sank into you, stretching you more than your own fingers could, you let out a soft hiss as your hips squirmed a little.

“Be quiet.” Price orders, his tone authoritative yet dripping with lust, he began slowly dragging his fingers in an out of you - scissoring you open to get you ready for his cock. His chin rested on your shoulder again as he watched you squirm and bite your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, his voice a breath of air against your ear - “so fuckin’ tight.”

His other hand released its hold on his cock, lifting to cup your jaw and turn you to face him. He pried your bottom lip from under your teeth with his thumb before he planted his lips on yours - letting out a long exhale through his nose as he relished the taste of you. His fingers moving a little faster as your quiet noises fell onto his tongue.

He pulled back a moment later, his face hovering above yours. You could only just see his face in the dark, his lips parted as he took in your expression.

“Open.”

Like the good girl you were, you did as you were told, your lips parting and your tongue peeking out invitingly. He let out a small groan of approval before he spat into your mouth. You took what he gave you, whimpering a little as you swallowed. His fingers pulled out of you then, leaving you feeling empty. A protest was on the tip of your tongue before you felt him use his booted foot to push your pants the rest of the way down your legs, and you quickly kicked them off your ankles, the sound of fabric hitting the floor filling the room for a beat.

One of his thighs wriggled between your legs, pushing your legs open as he melded against you. Wasting no time in gathering your slick with the flushed tip of his cock before he pushed into you. Pressing your lips together again as you both groaned from the stretch of his cock slowly filling you.

“So fuckin’ tight…” he groaned again, his voice barely above a whisper as his head fell onto your shoulder - his cock throbbing between your hot, constricting walls. “Like you were made for me, love.” He added with a breathless chuckle, slowly rocking his hips until he was fully buried into you.

“John-“ you gasped as he bottomed out, your body already writhing beside him, your chest rising and falling with shallower breaths.

At the sound of your noises unintentionally upping in volume, his free hand came to clasp around your mouth - muffling the little whimpers threatening to escape. “I know…” he cooed against your ear in a whisper. “Got to be quiet for me sweetheart, don’t want to others to catch us — to catch me filling you up like this.” He breathed, his own breathing quickening as he began to rock his hips in hard, shallow thrusts.

The moan that escaped was trapped into his palm, your legs already quivering as his cock dragged against every spot inside of you it seemed only he could find. You weakly rocked back against him, hearing his hot breath fan against your ear as it seemed he was also trying to stay quiet.

“Not gonna last long, love.” He says honestly. You too were already feeling the beginnings of shock waves indicating an incoming orgasm. It’d been such a long few weeks since he’d been able to fuck you. “Need you to come around my cock before I can fill you up.” He growls, the hand not muffling your mouth reached down to fan across your clit - your body immediately tensing, your cunt practically strangling his cock.

His pelvis kept hitting your arse in slow but hard thrusts, rocking your body with him as his chest remained glued to your back. One of his hands cupping your breasts through your shirt while the other was down to where you were joined together - touching your clit in tight circles. His face pressed into your neck, his goatee burning your skin deliciously. Your teeth trapped your bottom lip between them - forcing yourself to muffle your noses - almost to the point you could taste copper in your mouth.

It felt like the knot in your stomach was tightening by the minute, your body shuddering and your thighs tensing as they were forced open by his own muscled thighs.

“M’gonna come-“ you moan quietly, spurring him on as he let a low groan into your neck. He picked up his pace a little, nearly rolling you onto the side with the force of his thrusts, his fingers began smacking tapping at your throbbing clit, his cock piercing you open as his thrust grow sloppy. His hot tongue laved over the think skin of your neck - the sensitive spot just under your neck that he knew would have you trembling.

About several seconds later it happened. Your abdomen coiling taught as you felt heat and desire crash through you, your lips parting in a silent moan as you stiffened for a moment - your pussy quivering around him as you came.

He continued to fuck you through it, his eyes glued to your face as he watched your expression contort with euphoria. He let out a low and breathy groan when he felt you tighten around him. “That’s right, love… make a mess on me-“ he encouraged, his gravelly voice whispering into your ear as he held you to him.

He wasn’t that far behind you, grunting curses and profanities into your ear about filling you up as his hips met yours with one final, hard thrust, before he was spilling his hot come into you. His body shuddering beside you as he panted into your neck again.

You let out a quiet, weak moan as you felt warmth of his spend bloom inside of you. You both stayed there for a few minutes, catching your breaths as you felt sweat dancing over your skin - your pussy still pulsing around his softening cock from the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

“Fuckin’ hell..” he breathed — his voice trailing to a soft chuckle as he slowly pulled his lax cock out of you, gently shushing you when you whined at the loss. “So good f’me, always such a good girl…” he praises, kissing around your ear as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

As your captain coddled you and cleaned you up, you were both blissfully unaware of the ogling eyes from the shadows, the moonlight shining through the window giving a glimmer of light to reflect against the cool surface of the skull mask…

A/N: hope everyone enjoyed! Sorry it took so long to get out been a lil busy. I couldn’t resist adding the little mention of Ghost in the end — I LOVE reading those fics and head cannons of Ghost x you x Price.

Ooo maybe I should write a Ghost x reader x Price??? Lmk!!

[sarahs-secrets2]

She's got a boyfriend anyway... (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Hiii this is my first ever fic/drabble on Tumblr! Once upon a time, I wrote a social media tom holland fic on Wattpad (its so bad I swear), but the Phillip Graves brain rot is so strong (you've prob seen me in a TikTok comment section thirsting), and this idea I've had has been consuming me so I decided to finally write it! Any feedback is appreciated <3

Loosely based on t1975 song Sex!

gn! with mentions of a boyfriend throughout story (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, SEXUAL TENSION, cheating, light nsfw, pet names

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“Yeah it's been alright here so far, ready to go home though,” you spoke into the phone with your back leaned up on the dresser in your room at the Shadow’s base which was basically in the middle of nowhere, you couldn’t remember the name and the jet lag wasn't helping.

As the voice on the phone droned on, you instinctively started to pace around the room, now reaching for a frame of you and your boyfriend, who happened to be the voice that just sounded muffled to you now as you examined the picture like it was the first time you had seen it. The photo was taken about a year ago, it was a cute selfie from some date after dinner, a half-assed smile snuck onto your face as you recalled the memory. The framed photo was a going away gift from your boyfriend as you were whisked away on another secret Shadow’s mission. 

“You still there?”, his voice cut through your thoughts, setting down the photo and leaning back onto the dresser resuming your previous position. “Yup, just tired as hell,” you felt bad for not being able to uphold a conversation but it was hard being in different time zones, he couldn't blame you for that, could he?

Trying to bring your focus back onto the conversation, a knock on the half-cracked door made you jump as you peered over to see who it was. 

Phillip Graves, your commander. 

The Shadow Company, after being with them for 4 years, at that point had become your second family. Working your way up through the ranks you slowly became Graves' second in command. Between the two of you, there were always some unspoken feelings, but they needed to stay that way. You had a boyfriend, a boyfriend of 3 years, a boyfriend who you loved. At least that's what Graves had to tell himself so he wouldn't continue to obsess over the idea of being with you, in really any capacity. You had always inadvertently flirted with Phillip, it was just your nature, and he was easy on the eyes. “Me or him”, Phillip always asked, part jokingly, part serious, which he would never admit. He didn't have to specify you knew what he meant. “I can’t answer that Graves and you know it,”. It’s what you said every time. 

Graves waved at you from the doorway, he had taken the pleasure of swinging the once-cracked door, all the way open. He had a tendency for ignoring signs of privacy. Still, on the phone you lifted your index finger up, signaling for him to wait, you were about done with your boyfriend anyways. 

“Yeah, love you too, talk soon”, clicking the phone off, and standing up off the dresser you walked over to greet the commander now in your room. You hated that you were looking forward to talking to Graves more than your boyfriend. 

“Was that the old ball and chain?”Graves knew how to piss you off. “Seems you're jealous you don’t have someone to have phone sex with, Commander” winking back at him, you were in a mood tonight. Graves' face winced like he had been injured, playing into your quip. “Sweetheart, I don’t need phone sex, I can get some here whenever I want,” taking steps towards you, instinctively you walked backward trying to avoid him getting closer. The way he spoke with his southern drawl made your face hot if you could stop it you would. You weren't supposed to feel like this towards another man. 

“How is he?” 

You knew Graves didn't care, he wanted you to think he cared. “He’s fine, all the same back home”.

“You miss him?” 

This one took you by surprise, because honestly you didn't, and you were a shit girlfriend for it, maybe it was the job that distracted you, maybe the lack of sleep, or maybe the handsome commander standing in front of you that made you forget about your “old ball and chain” back home. 

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder darling, at least that's what mama always tol’ me”, you had noticed his accent got stronger when talking about home, something about a southern boy and his mom. The disapproving look you gave Phillip hinted he probably shouldn't push, some internal battle he shouldn't prod at. 

“What made you come in here in the first place, Graves? Just to see how my boyfriend is, I know how fond of him you are”, Graves scoffed, “I don't even remember anymore,” his hands went up in defeat, “I’ll see you tomorrow yeah”, a soft smile crept along his face and he started to turn out of your room. 

“Wait, Phillip!” trying to grab his attention before he disappeared down the barrack hallways, “Do you have a spare shirt, the rookies messed up laundry so I haven't been able to do anything yet and I need something to sleep in ''. This shouldn't have been an awkward question, you both were comfortable enough with sharing clothes and it wasn't new for either of you to help out the other. This time felt wrong though, you felt shy and almost dirty asking your commander for a shirt to sleep in, was it too intimate?

“Follow me, you can pick out your favorite”, he held your door open signaling you to lead the way to his room. The air felt different, something was different between the two of you, you just couldn't put your finger on it. By the time you reached his room, a pit formed in your stomach, playing it off as you leaned next to the door waiting for Phillip to unlock it. 

“Top drawer on the right, pick a comfy one”, Graves relished in the idea of you wearing his shirt. He felt like he had won this unspoken battle between him and your boyfriend, he didn't bother to ever learn his name, it wasn't important. 

Rifling through the drawers you found a worn gray cotton polo undershirt, holding it up in the mirror, it looked perfectly oversized. “I think I found a winner,” you turned to face him still holding it up, “What do you think?”

“I think you took my favorite one”, Graves' hands went to his heart like he was in pain, a fake frown painted his face, making you laugh. “Go ahead and try it on sweetheart, make sure it fits the way you like before you head back,”

“No peeking Graves” you walked towards the bed with your back to Phillip, stripping off your previous top, and slipping the new gray one on. Turning to face Graves, who was now leaning on top of his desk in the corner of the room. 

“C’mere, let me see how it looks' ', you could feel his eyes on you as you walked towards him, immediately feeling shy, you shouldn't be feeling like this.

You have a boyfriend at home 

Maybe if you kept telling yourself this, the butterflies in your stomach from Phillip would go away. 

His hand outstretched to you as you reached him, still leaning on the desk, he raised your hand above your head, “Let's see it, darling,” as he slowly spun you around to take in a full view. You could feel your heart rate rising, something was different tonight, the causal flirting all of a sudden held so much more weight between the two of you. “Looks better on you than me, I’ll tell you that”, Phillip was chuckling to himself as he took both of your hands in his, pulling you in between his legs. 

“What are we doing here Phillip?” 

“Whatever you want to do '', he said it so matter of fact it almost made you sick, was this cheating? You felt dizzy, bringing your hands to your commander's shoulders to balance yourself, his hands went to your waist as he pulled you closer. 

Your hands slowly made their way up to his face, almost as if they had a mind of their own. Graves could feel your internal battle as you took in every detail on his face, a finger tracing his scar while he watched you. 

“Look we don't-”, you didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence as you pulled him into you, pressing your lips to his. Both of you acting like it was your last kiss on Earth, feverishly pulling at each other for more. Graves stood up from his previous leaning on the desk, still connected to your lips, directing you towards the bed.

Fisting at Graves' shirt as you pulled his top off, and slipped the one you had borrowed a mere minutes ago off as well to match his current clothing situation. He towered over you in the bed, connecting to your neck, which was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. Your hands found their way to Phillip’s hair as he continued to mark you as his, even though you weren't. 

The guilt set in as you realized what was happening. You were a cheater, it made your stomach hurt thinking about it. Phillip sensed a shift.

“What's wrong, doll?”

“I have a boyfriend, I shouldn't be doing this' ', you said barely above a whisper, sitting up and looking around to make sure this wasn't a dream. “Hey, hey, it's alright, we don't have to do anything,” Phillip gave you a sincere smile, it only made you feel better for a second. 

The worst part was you wanted him, but couldn't. 

“You got a boyfriend anyway… I shouldn't have pushed it '', Graves was now sitting off the edge of the bed, putting his discarded shirt back on. “Don’t blame yourself, I wanted it just as bad”, punching his shoulder lightly hoping to lighten the mood. A small smile was thrown your way in return. 

Graves stood up from the bed, bending down to grab the borrowed shirt and tossed it over to you. “Fix that boyfriend problem, and maybe our guilty consciousness won't stop us next time, how about that?”, he was leaving the door open for you, he was willing to wait. “Yeah I should probably end it, I feel like shit”, the borrowed shirt now back on as you sat on the edge of the bed where Phillip once was.

“Can I stay here tonight, I don't want to be alone,” glancing up at him, hoping he would say yes, it would be too embarrassing if he said no, especially at this point. “Of course sweetheart, whatever you want to do”, his hand snaked around the back of your head and pulled you towards him, placing a small kiss on the top of your forehead. “I'll go get you an extra blanket,”

Graves came back motioning you to lie down as he covered you in the blanket he had found and then slipped into the bed next to you. “Thank you, Phillip, I really appreciate it,” you were now facing him in the bed. His hand moved to brush some hair out of your face, “Anytime, get some rest I take it you got some things to take care of tomorrow”. 

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Part 2!

Thank you for reading! There's def room for a part 2 if anyone wants it!

[merci-bitch]

please write those headcanons for Janeway!

Sure thing ! A bit long whoops

Not my gif!

- Janeway is a very gentle lover

- This whole situation between the two of you happened after she got the letter from Mark, saying he’d moved on and married someone else

- It was no secret you were one of Janeway’s favourite crew members

- She was very protective of you

- You were one of the youngest, but older than Harry onboard

- After an away mission that left you injured with a few bruised ribs, Janeway was a little too worried

- The first to notice was Tom

- He mentioned it to B’Elanna. And she started seeing it as well

- Well, Tom, B’Elanna, and few more started making little theories

- Pairing the two of you together

- Later on, even Chakotay joined in

- Kathryn was very against any thoughts like that

- Chakotay told her about the “rumours”

- She was shocked, but not as surprised as she thought she’d be

- She started keeping her distance from you

- It was wrong

- She realised that she cared very deeply for you

- Perhaps more than she should

- You didn’t really understand what was happening, but respected her distance

- She was your captain after all

- It wasn’t until B’Elanna asked you how the captain was with a wink in her eye

- So you went to the captain and talked

- It caused a little stir between the two of you

- Eventually it calmed down, but she still kept her distance from you

- Slowly she started apologising for herself and how inappropriate it was

- You started spending time together again

- She was still a little distance, her feelings for you still a little tumbly

- It was eventually Chakotay who pushed her towards you with reassurance

- But it was small at first

- She told you she cared deeply for you

- So it kinda built from there

- Slow and gentle

- You started spending more time together, dinners and hours in the holodeck

- Kathryn is very much for physical affection in private

- A hand stroking your cheek, a shoulder squeeze, a kiss on the cheek, a side hug, you name it

- She misses it too, after so long in the delta quadrant

- She’s very fun outside her “captaincy”

- She still holds her distance on the job and refuses any viable PDA, she’s still the captain

- Loves neck kisses

- She loves cuddling

- A MASSIVE TEASE AND FLIRT

- Honestly

- So many smirks and looks

- It’s insane

- Her voice is already low and growly, but when she lowers it even further??

- Oh boy

- You’re done for it

- It later comes out that the two of you are involved

- No one was really surprised, and none had anything against it, much to Kathryn’s relief

- She’s so protective and loving it’s just so <3

- She doesn’t treat you any different

- Perhaps shes a bit harsher with you, because she still wants to maintain those different qualities

- She’s still your captain

- HUGE DOG LOVER

- She misses her beautiful girl at home

- You’re her rock

- Specially when something rough happens and the crew becomes one man shorter

- It takes a pull on her

- During the void she shut you out, much like Chakotay, but still wanted you close

- After the darkness she slowly comes back, with your help of course

- Many people see the captain as a happier person with you

- But she’s still the same old captain

- Kathryn reads a lot of books

- She often says it’s literature, but sometimes it might actually be erotic love stories

- Purely innocent of course

- When she’s about to lose a game in the holodeck, she pulls rank

- Something to notice when she’s upset or angry is that she tends to mumble to herself. Perhaps stress clean her quarters. You find it amusing sometimes to watch

- But don’t get on her bad side

- When she’s angry, she’s scary

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Epilogue (Blind Love)

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Victor: Her Majesty and I both wish for you to continue being our fairytale writer. … Will you accept this offer?

Kate: Yes, of course. I humbly accept your offer.

Even after I had worked as a fairytale writer for a month as promised, I chose to stay and continue my work.

It became a routine to be typing away on my black typewriter at the end of every day.

I wrote records of the bloody punishments done by Crown.

Just in case those records would serve as crucial pieces of evidence, I would always make sure to be as detailed as possible.

I paused halfway through typing a report and read the part I wrote about Liam’s current situation.

– Flashback Start –

(“Still no change in Liam’s sense of taste”...)

— The day Liam and I were making breakfast together.

Liam tilted his head as he held the bottles of salt and sugar in his hands.

Liam: Hm… sorry, Kate. I still can’t taste anything.

Liam: Can I leave it to you to do the seasoning?

Liam: I’ll do the plating, serving, and cleaning.

I flipped through my report while thinking back to my memories with Liam.

(“Liam has difficulty with sleeping”.)

— Every morning, I would wake up to Liam staring into my face.

Liam: Good morning, Kate. Your bangs are springing up, so cute.

Kate: Good morning, Liam. Were you awake the entire night?

Liam: Hm… kind of. But you don't have to worry about it.

Liam: Seeing your face is enough to make me full of energy.

Liam: Hey, can I get a good morning kiss?

— One night, when it was raining heavily.

I was tagging along with Elbert and Alfons for a mission, but we faced a little trouble due to the rain. And before we knew it, the clock had struck midnight.

(It’s already this late. It’s long past the time I told Liam I would be home.)

The carriage travelled through the forest towards Crown’s castle, Alfons spoke while looking out of the window.

Alfons: Oh? There’s a soaking wet stray cat sitting at the front door.

Elbert: ... Is that Liam?

Kate: E-Excuse me, please allow me to alight first!

-

Kate: Liam!

Liam: … Kate.

Liam, sitting at the front steps of the castle without an umbrella, lifted his head.

Liam: Thank goodness… you came home safely…

Kate: W-What are you doing out here without an umbrella?

I touched his hands and they were as cold as ice, he had been sitting outside for hours.

Liam: I did think to wait inside. But as time went by… I became increasingly anxious.

Liam: I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of you being injured… or even worse, you never coming back…

Liam: My mind was overflowing with those unpleasant thoughts.

Liam: I’m so, so glad you're safe…

Liam: I… I don’t know what I would've done if anything were to happen to you.

– Flashback End –

With a rustling sound, I closed my report.

(I once heard from somewhere that it’s not easy for people to change.)

Even now when our love is mutual, the things haunting Liam’s heart will never disappear.

It’s the same as how scars don’t easily fade away.

(But I know that there's definitely some changes inside of Liam.)

Liam: Kate, I’m home.

Liam entered my room through the door that was left slightly open, he looked so much like a cat when he did that. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

Kate: Welcome home, Liam. Good job on your rehearsal today!

(Hm?)

Kate: You look very happy. Something good happened?

Liam: Wow, Kate, you saw through me as expected.

Liam cheerfully came to my side.

Liam: “Wuthering Heights” is going to have a revival performance.

Kate: Wow, a revival? That means it was requested by the audience, right?

Liam: Yup. I’ve been mentioning to Tom about wanting to act as Heathcliff again, I’m so happy.

Kate: Again?

Liam nodded.

Liam: “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”.

Liam: You told me before that you liked this line from the story.

(Oh…)

I told him that back when we didn't know each other very well.

Liam: When I performed the first time, I didn't fully understand what that line meant.

Liam: But I think I understand it a little more now.

Liam: … It’s because I’ve fallen in love with you, Kate.

There was a burning passion in Liam’s eyes.

(The old Liam would never be able to express his love this boldly.)

Although he still feels a little embarrassed to do so, he tries to shake off any feelings of hesitation and expresses his love for me.

Because this kind man knows that it’s what I want.

Kate: I’m looking forward to the performance.

Liam: … Yeah.

We locked eyes, and without another word, our lips met.

We kissed each other, changing angles, and Liam whispered into my ear after our lips parted.

Liam: … I’m getting turned on.

His voice was smooth like thick honey, invoking an indescribable feeling in my stomach.

(The old Liam would never express his own desires like this.)

It made me more than happy to know that I was what he desired.

Too embarrassed to say it to him, I gave his hand a tight squeeze and smiled at him, giving him the green light to gently push me down onto the bed.

Liam took off his jacket and with practised hands, he removed my clothes.

Liam: … You’re beautiful. And so lovely.

He pinched the peaks of my breasts between his fingertips.

I bucked my hips and the moans I had been holding in spilled out of my mouth.

Kate: Ahh…

Liam: They’re getting pointy. … I want more.

Liam licked my pointed nipples with his wet tongue as he gently squeezed them like he was trying to make a show of it.

(... This is so shameful.)

I felt so embarrassed and shameful that I almost couldn't take it any longer, but I was more than just willing to let Liam have what he wanted.

When my nether region was getting very wet, Liam pushed his fingers inside me.

Liam: Haha… you’re so wet. You’re feeling good, huh?

Kate: Nngh, ahh… please don’t say that out loud…

Liam: Let me say it. Because you get all flustered whenever I say something that makes you embarrassed.

Kate: Hnngg, ahh…

After pumping his fingers in and out of me countless times, Liam finally pulled his hand away and spread my legs apart.

Liam: … Please, Kate. Say it.

Liam: Say that you want me…

(I can’t bring myself to say that… but…)

The impatient look in his eyes pushed all my feelings of embarrassment aside.

Kate: … I want you, Liam.

Liam: Mm, of course.

Kate: Ahh—!

He entered me in one hard thrust, making me tightly grab the sheets.

Liam: … Are you okay, Kate?

Kate: Yeah…

Liam: … You’re so cute.

I gripped Liam’s back as he slammed his hips into me relentlessly, like he was greedy for my love.

(The biggest change of all is that he was now right in front of me.)

(And I’m here for him.)

I loved the things that changed, and the ones that remained the same— I loved it all.

From the very bottom of my heart, I cherished every single day I spent with him.

Liam: …

Liam stopped moving and frowned.

Liam: … Recently, there have been times I feel confused.

Liam: Whenever I’m with you, my heart beats so loudly. … It’s as if every day, I’m turning into a new person.

Liam: When I feel afraid, I look at you and think that…

Liam: As long as my feelings for you remain the same, everything will be alright.

He wanted to say that as long as he kept holding on to one thing that doesn't change, he’ll gradually be able to accept the changes that were happening inside him.

Kate: … Is that so?

Liam: … Yeah. With you by my side, I won’t be afraid of change or what tomorrow will bring me.

There was knowing what our future holds.

But one thing that we could be certain about was that we would be together tomorrow, the day after, and always.

[wuxianxkexing]

Back on my Mu Qing shit with a Mu Qing x Goddess Reader fic! I haven't written anything in like a decade so hopefully this doesn't suck. Lol Part 1 of Stop Fucking With My Cat.

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Mu Qing sat in his office doing paperwork from his latest mission. It wasn't anything special, just some ghost fires that kept leading villagers astray in a small remote village, never to return. Normally he would've sent one of his deputies to handle the issue, but honestly he was so tired of the politics and endless stupidity of the other Heavenly Official's that he just needed to desperately get away from it all for a while. So he took the incredibly low ranking mission so he would have an excuse to go far away from this place and see some majestic sights that isolated places like that village always had. Of course Ling Wen was now up his ass wondering why such a low ranking mission took him a month and he was scrambling in his head for an even somewhat valid excuse. God's don't get vacations and he can't say that he got hurt and needed to rest. He would become the new laughing stock of the Heaven's if he got that injured by little ghost fires.

He let his hair down and massaged his scalp. Why does it even matter that he was gone a month? Nothing important had happened while he was gone, he was still reachable via the communication array if something had happened and no one had even noticed he was gone until he went to pick up his merits for completing the mission. He noted to himself to start having one of his deputies pick up his merits from now on, that was the only misstep he had taken on his unauthorized "vacation". He sighed and rolled his eyes before softly banging his head on his desk.

He laid there for while just staring into nothingness when the sound of the cat door rousted him. He looked over and saw his beloved black tom cat Echo enter the room. He instantly frowned. What the absolute fuck was he wearing!? Echo happily sauntered over to his owner and head butted his leg. Mu Qing picked him up and stared at him incredulously. Echo's nails were painted a bright pink and he wore, an albeit cute, collar made out of lotus flowers.

"Who did this to you?" Mu Qing questioned, as if Echo could tell him. Echo just slowly blinked at him and began to purr. Mu Qing rolled his eyes and removed the flower collar before hugging Echo to his chest to give him all of the pets. It was probably just one of his junior officers, however he would have to have a word with them over painting Echo's nails.

The next morning Mu Qing called all of his officials together for a meeting. "OK, I don't care who did it and I don't mind you ladies and gentlemen playing with Echo, but do not paint his nails or put anything else on him that may hurt him. Echo came to me last night with his nails painted pink. Nail polish is not acceptable to put on a cat and this is your only warning. If it happens again you will be subject to disciplinary actions. Am I understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" Came a chorus response.

"Good, you are all dismissed." Mu Qing strutted away, figuring that would be the end of the issue. It was dumb that he had to address it at all, but it seemed even in his own palace he couldn't escape the stupidity of others. At least that was the worst thing his palace got up to while he was gone. He sighed. Now it was time to head to a meeting of the upper court.

Mu Qing walked back to his palace with a pensive look on his face. He still hadn't come up with an excuse for being gone for a month and he had to avoid Ling Wen like the plague during the meeting. What could he possibly say? The villagers loved him so much that they wouldn't let him leave? That he got lost? That he ran into more trouble but didn't report it because he didn't think it was important? All terrible excuses. He was beginning to wish he had never went at all when loud mewing broke him out of his thought. Right there in front of the entrance to his palace was Echo throwing a fit, urging Mu Qing to hurry his ass up and come pet him already. Mu Qing's left eye twitched. This time his beloved cat was dressed up in a very feminine pink robe? Who the fuck puts clothes on a cat? Was his first thought, and why would they put girl clothes on a male cat? was his second. He walked over and picked up the mewling Echo, once again giving him an incredulouse look and asking "What are you wearing? Who did this to you?"

Mu Qing examined the outfit more closely. It HAD to have been one of his female officials, probably one that took care of his clothes. No man would dress a cat like this, and they had to have skill to sew such well fitting robes for a cat. He huffed and made his way to the laundry department with Echo in tow.

"Ladies, which one of you did this?" Mu Qing asked while holding out Echo for all to examine. Squeals sounded all around him.

"Aw, he looks so cute!"

"Little Echo thinks he's person, doesn't he!" The women fawned over Echo, but they all denied having any knowledge of who dressed him.

"He comes home with cute little outfits like this all of the time here lately!" One of the ladies told him. The lady smiled and squeezed Echo's paw. "You like these little outfits don't you Echo?"

"Mreow."

Mu Qing frowned. "You act like you're dying every time I try to brush you but you let some weirdo dress you up like a woman?" Echo and Mu Qing stared at each other until Mu Qing relinquished with a sigh. "Whatever, just spread the word that no one is allowed to dress my cat up like this. He is a cat, not a person, and certainly not a girl." He whipped around and accidentally almost hit one of the ladies with hair. He was going to take this stupid shit off, it was practically animal abuse.

The next evening Echo showed up wearing something strange again. Mu Qing was bathing when Echo walked his happy ass into the bathing room and sat down to stare at him. Mu Qing stared back. Upon Echo's neck was a beautiful pink pearl collar. Mu Qing furrowed his brows and frowned. This collar would take forever for any of his palace officials to afford and he strongly disapproved of them using their own money to buy HIS pet shit. Mu Qing reached his hands out of the tub towards Echo but he moved just out of reach and flicked his tail, as if to say don't touch me with your wet hands you are gross. Mu Qing rolled his eyes and leaned back into the tub. Whatever, I'll take it off later and try to find the owner tomorrow.

The next morning Mu Qing once again made an announcement to his palace. "Would the person who bought Echo a collar yesterday please come see me at your earliest convenience? You aren't in trouble." He tried to say as nice as possible. Really they weren't in trouble, but coming from poverty himself he just could not let others buy him or his pet expensive stuff like that when he has more than enough money to buy things like that himself. It was a flattering gesture, but doing good work for him was all he wanted. He looked out at the crowd with what he hoped was a friendly face but he didn't see any obvious suspects. Most either looked bored or looked around in confusion. That was alright. He had a long day of studying medical scrolls ahead of him, so he would be at the palace whenever whoever decided to step forward. He retreated to his private study, forcing Echo to keep him company so he wouldn't get anymore weird things put on him. Thus he sat there late into the night, with the only interruptions being Echo occasionally demanding attention and servants bringing him his meals. It wasn't until the dark night sky started to lighten that Mu Qing decided to call it a night. Apparently whoever was responsible wasn't in his palace after all. He trusted that they would've revealed themselves by now if they were. He neatly stacked away his scrolls and left for his room. He didn't want to wake Echo who was peacefully napping on his cat tree so he left the study door and his bedroom door cracked so Echo could join him whenever he felt like. He changed into his most comfortable pajamas and threw himself onto his bed, glaring up at his ceiling. It was one thing if it was someone from his own palace who kept on playing dress up with Echo but now he was sure that it was someone outside of his palace and that kind of pissed him off. Everyone knew that Echo was HIS cat, who would dare fuck with him like this? Probably that dumb Shi Qingxuan, he was always trying to get everyone to dress like a girl and knowing him he probably gave up trying to convince the other Heavenly Official's and decided to force his will upon whatever lesser creature he came across. Plus he was very generous with his merits, he probably would spend it on girly outfits for a cat. Mu Qing put both of his hands to his face and pulled them downwards to his chest. He couldn't be rude to Lord Wind Master, but he wanted it to stop. This had apparently been going on for over a month and now all of the other Heavenly Official's probably thought that he was a weird cat guy, which might be true but he still didn't want them to think that.

The next morning Mu Qing rose and got dressed early. He wasn't really sure when the Wind Master started his day but he was sure that his brother would be up this early at least. He grabbed the pink pearl collar and made his way to the Palace of Wind and Water, mulling over what he was going to say. An average looking lady in simple blue robes greeted him upon his arrival. "General Xuan Zhen, what a welcome surprise!" She greeted as she welcomed him in. "What does the Palace of Wind and Water owe this honor to?"

"I'm just here to speak with Lord Wind Master, if you could fetch him for me when he is available."

"Of course!" The servant set him up with snacks and a drink before disappearing off to find her master. Mu Qing took this time to look at his surroundings. Plainly put it was tacky. Pink and flowers covered everything, including the tea he was drinking. It was a nice looking porcelain tea cup, painted white with pink petals floating through the wind. Inside the tea was pink with red flower petals of some kind floating on top. It was a light, sweet drink. He kind of wished it was a simple strong black tea, but he did arrive without notice and he did say just bring him whatever, so here he was feeling like he was getting ready to have a tea party with a princess. Soon enough the Wind Master arrived with the Earth Master in tow, both in their female forms.

"Hi General Xuan Zhen!" The Wind Master waved at him cutely and gave him a big smile before sitting down across from him at the table. The Earth Master tried to sneak out of the room but the Wind Master wasn't having it. She jumped up and grabbed the Earth Earth Master by the waist and made her sit beside her at the table. "Ming Yi don't be unfriendly, say hi to General Xuan Zhen!"

Ming Yi turned her head away. "Why? He's your guest, not mine." After a bit more prodding from Shi Qingxuan Ming Yi finally gave Mu Qing something of a greeting. Mu Qing gritted his teeth but otherwise let it go.

"Sorry to bother you two so early in the morning. Was I interrupting something between you and Lord Earth Master? I can come back later if that is more convenient."

"You are no bother at all!" Shi Qingxuan beamed and started talking to Mu Qing as if they were friends even though they had probably never said more than a few sentences to each other the entire time he had been in heaven. "But anyways what brings you here today? I hardly ever get to see you!" She grinned widely.

"Well I came to return this." Mu Qing began awkwardly as he pulled the pink pearl collar out of his robes and handed it to Shi Qingxuan. "I'm afraid Echo is too much of a shithead to be worthy of such beautiful and generous gifts. I really appreciate the thought though!" Shi Qingxuan grabbed the collar but tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"This is the most beautiful collar I have ever seen! But I'm afraid it's not mine. I mean I didn't get it for Echo. Did you Ming Yi?" Shi Qingxuan turned to ask her with wide, innocent eyes. Mu Qing also turned to the Earth Master giving her kind of a weird look. He didn't think that the Earth Master was behind this, but who knew since he was the only Heavenly Official that would play dress up with the Wind Master.

Ming Yi gave them both an icy stare before speaking. "Why would I buy a cat something like that? If I was to gift General Xuan Zhen's cat anything it would be leftover fish bones or something that it would actually like, not prized jewels."

Mu Qing cleared his throat awkwardly. "Ah, my bad. I had assumed that only Lord Wind Master would have such good taste to purchase this. I really can't accept this gift though, do you have any idea who it may have belonged to?" The women both shrugged.

"Why don't you just keep it? Whoever got it obviously wanted Echo to have it and I think it would look really good with Echo's sunset outfit!" Shi Qingxuan offered. Mu Qing gave Shi Qingxuan a hard look. Sunset outfit? "You know, the one you put on him a couple of weeks ago? Everyone loved it. He looked so cute!" Shi Qingxuan squealed.

Mu Qing gaped. "I did not dress him up in anything! It's animal abuse to dress up a MALE cat in cutsey outfits!" Shi Qingxuan shrinked back a bit. Mu Qing mentally kicked himself. He was supposed to be nice right now. He hoped that he hadn't offended Lord Wind Master.

Ming Yi interjected. "He's a cat. If he didn't want to wear cutesy outfits no one would be able to force him to. It's not like anyone is hurting him."

Mu Qing gave Ming Yi an incredulous look. "So it was you?"

"No, but I don't see what the big deal is. Why do you care about this so much that you would come all the way over here just to accuse us of dressing up your stupid cat? If you don't like it then just stop letting him outside."

"My cat should be able to play outside without anyone fucking with him!" Shi Qingxuan shrunk farther back as their argument escalated. Before it came to punches being thrown she suddenly shoved the pink pearl collar back into Mu Qing's hands.

"Here's this collar back. I'm sorry that we couldn't be of more help but I promise that it wasn't either of us. It was probably one of the other female officials, maybe ask around in the communication array?" Before he knew it Mu Qing had been gently escorted to the door by Shi Qingxuan. "It was so nice getting to chat with you again General Xuan Zhen but I forgot that we are really busy today! We need to do our laundry and it's going to take forever. I'll talk to you later, ok!?" Shi Qingxuan smiled apologetically at Mu Qing before closing the door in his face. He stood there for a few seconds with an unamused look on his face. If she wanted him to leave she could've just said so.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Turns Out Spiders Cant Fly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54460606 by Noah_g_132 ”You know the drill right?” Tony questioned the seventeen year old, looking as the boy materialised the suit around his body. Making sure to leave the mask off for the time being. “Yes Mr. Stark.” Peter grumbled. Taking out his web fluid cartridges and giving them a once over. Blowing away dust on the inside of the web-shooters. “And if you’re in deep waters you find the quickest route out of there.” Tony spoke again, his own suit beginning to materialise. ”Yes Mr. Stark.” Peter muttered again, a small giggle coming from the corner which he pinned down as Clint. Sending a web his way and pinning the archers arm to the wall. A mocking smile along with it. ”And if you get injured you tell me straight away.” Tony told the teenager. Not a question this time. A statement. ”Yes Tony.” Peter groaned this time. Glancing to the man. “I’m not a kid anymore. I know how this works.” He spoke to him. “I’ll be fine. I always am!” ”Peter you got shot last time.” Tony deadpanned. OR Peter goes on a mission with the Avengers. It goes horribly wrong. And Peter has to come to terms with a new life. Words: 3304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Happy Hogan, Friday (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Hydra Agents Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Bruce Banner & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has Issues, Injured Peter Parker, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Peter Parker Has a Family, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Peter Parker Played By Tom Holland, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Steve Rogers Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, The Avengers Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figures, Fluff and Angst, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Tony Stark Has Nightmares, Depressed Peter Parker, Sad Peter Parker, Anxious Peter Parker, Scared Peter Parker, Scared Tony Stark, Anxious Tony Stark, Peter Parker Has Anxiety, They’re both a mess tbh, Dead Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Mentioned Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Tony Stark is Good With Kids read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54460606

[im-a-doctor-not-a-dragonslayer]

Dating Janeway HC's

for @eunoiaastralwings requested through DMs Summery: dating janeway would be like Pairing: Janeway x Reader Reader pronouns: She/her

-a Starfleet ship going by Starfleet rules to quote Starfleet Regulation 256.15: Starfleet officers shall display behavior befitting an officer at all times - which could be see as it isn't befitting of a captain to be involved with someone of lower ranking so Janeway and you would hide your relationship it was rather thrilling really

-given the captain is the captain most of the time you are in her quarters as if someone came looking for her it could be easily written off as a private meeting to discuss urgent matters and it would be rather odd if she where not in her quarters

-you don't get date nights often the closest you get is with velocity or racket ball because they can be easily written off as well or in Janeway's quarters one time Tuvok walked in and you had your arm half way up her replicator fixing it for your dinner but you both suspect the Vulcan knows and just has kept it secret

-Tom has betting pools to see who the captain will be with Chakotay, that hologram from fair haven or a alien they come across

-pet names in public neither of you are big on them as your difference in rank but alone you definatly have pet names

-Janeway would call you her queen if you where feeling down and needed comforting

-PDA is for in private and behind closed doors that's not to say Tuvok has a habit of breaking those doors by accident you are just both lucky that he is a Vulcan and he respect the captain to much to let this get out and he stays out of betting pools

-The doctor probably also knows as you consult in him quite a lot and you have made this Doctor-patient confidentiality and you threatened his program if he didn't keep is secret although he has blurted it out a few times in the captains private company

-She hates sending you on away missions every time you leave the ship you can be in danger if you come back injured she will be worried and since the doctor knows she can show it in sickbay while watching over your sleeping form

-if the crew does find out it is either to a Q or not being careful enough and ending up in a uniform switch lets just say the doctor wins Tom's betting poll and gets his 'tee time' for his golf which make you both glare at him

"Well I didn't tell anyone" the doctor said "Where's the doctor patient confidentiality if you bet on it" you snapped to him "You betrayed my trust doctor" Janeway said "I am going to delete all your singing subroutines and your golf ones" he hissed to him "No wait we can work this out without that" The doctor said holding his hands up

-you are either in engineering or the science division

-you spend your time crawling to and from Janeways quarters in the Jeffares tubes unless it is to fix her replicator then you can be seen passing in to fix it and out after you fixed it or if you are in science medical to catch her for her physicals after all starfleet captains hate physicals

-Tom teases you endlessly when he learns you are with the captain he also trys and gets you to talk the captain to approve his shenanigans which you refuse

-Neelix doesn't get the big deal about it until he is explained it by Tuvok when he is annoying the vulcan with questions

-when voyager gets the time to communicate with earth you decide to consult with data now that you have learnt the doctor is not trust worthy, data would never betray your trust on purpose and there is no way he could tell anyone on your ship although next time you call it's Riker and he is teasing you about it you sigh as data must of asked him out of confusion so now your relationship with Janeway is circling around the senior staff of the Enterprise

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Hi! I just started reading Animorphs after devouring Eleutherophobia. My question here is about Jake, who is also my favorite so far after Tom (for which I blame you. I started with him as the narrator in your fic and now I love him). We know Jake is the only one who could have led the Animorphs to victory, at least according to the Ellimist, but are there any times when he fails? When he leads his team into a trap or something similar? How does he deal with failure from a command perspective?

Yeah, I will read it eventually, but I love your analysis so far. Sorry if you already answered something similar!

My brain stalled for like 90 seconds on "reading Animorphs after ...Eleutherophobia" because I'm pretty sure that my fics are straight-up INCOMPREHENSIBLE if you haven't read the Animorphs series. But I'm also the kind of guy who happily reads book series and watches TV shows out of order, so I don't really have room to be baffled by reading fic before the original series.

Jake. Mistakes. To answer the actual question:

I think Jake is a mostly good leader most of the time, and that many of his mistakes of leadership come down to his Tom-shaped Achilles heel. (I'm ignoring times when he's forced to decide on limited information, like #36, or times when he misunderstands thanks to his 8th-grade education and sheltered family, like #8 or #42.) Because most mistakes of Jake's are directly caused by his inability to be as cold about Tom as Marco is about Eva.

In #1, it's not Jake's fault that the yeerk pool raid goes so badly and Tobias gets trapped, but Jake also knows he's not being assertive enough about telling Tobias to remorph before the battle and knows he's distracted during the escape after, all over the idea of saving Tom. Jake might have been able to prevent Tobias being trapped, under other circumstances.

#31 is probably the closest Jake comes to getting his team killed with his own recklessness. Jake spends the whole book frightened, frazzled, and careless. He morphs one room over from Tom, morphs on the roof of his house in broad daylight, twice almost gives away their connection to his dad before Marco stops him, and nearly gets killed trying to kill Tom. Marco takes Jake off the mission, then goes behind Jake's back to implement the plan to injure Tom. If he hadn't, Jake might've gotten the whole team killed while tying himself in knots over Tom.

IMHO, in #49 Jake commits his most costly blunder by evacuating the families one at a time, after a 12-hour delay. It's understandable that he wants to give his friends one last night with their families. But by first delaying and then trying to handle Tom after the other family members, he gives that yeerk ample time to infest his parents — Jake has zero perspective when it comes to Tom. And it means the yeerks get his parents, and his parents' intel about him, and his brother, and his brother's perspective, and any yeerk intel his brother might have, and Jake's mental health, and Jake's ability to fight effectively, and ultimately the morphing cube.

There's... a lot, in #53, like a whole book's worth of Jake going off the rails. But we know from the timing of his conversation with Rachel that most of that book takes place after Jake has decided to kill Tom, and that honestly explains so much about his behavior in the final battle.

[arkon-z]

actually i'm not done talking about the String Theory Trilogy. Basically, it's a set of Star Trek Voyager tie-in novels set between seasons 4 and 5 that I think were trying to fill in some of the discrepancies that popped up in Season 5. But, fuck, what a way to do it. I read them about 13 years ago, and I can't just reread them willy-nilly because my genius ass had to buy the DRM protected ebooks so they're trapped on a laptop that I lost years ago.

So for funsies, I'll try and describe the books based on the plot points I remember! Spoilers, I guess.

the crew have to rescue a colony ship trying to outrun a supernova that's going to destroy their home planet

that home planet is in a weird sublayer of reality or something because when Voyager enters it, weird shit starts happening, including one of the crew members turning into something like maple syrup and melting

B'Elanna and Seven are injured in an accident and the only way to complete their away mission is for Seven to assimilate B'Elanna and create a collective of two. This leads to telepathy and eventually, the two of them switch personalities because of course they do

the colony ship rescue mission literally falls apart when they try to tractor the ship out of that sublayer of space and the alien ship and all the occupants dissolve

Voyager gets trapped in the sublayer too, and the only way out is to blow up the white dwarf star that is somehow connecting the sublayer to normal space. So guess what the crew does next.

when the dust settles and Voyager is back in normal space having reunited with the away team, Harry takes one look at Seven and B'Elanna, who have switched personalities and B'Elanna is now sporting cybernetic implants, and just says, "We didn't get back to the right reality," in the most matter-of-fact tone possible, because nothing surprises this crew anymore.

And that's just the first book.

in the second book, they come across a space station orbiting a black hole. this space station refills all the resources on Voyager, because this was the author's best explanation for why the ship didn't run out of power or torpedoes or shuttles.

Janeway's order to blow up the white dwarf star has, somehow, started a chain reaction that will eventually unravel reality, so now she has to prove that the crew didn't do it on purpose or something

Susperia (the Caretaker's mate), or some other Nacene entity, sneaks onto the ship to take revenge on the crew for fucking up reality, so she poses as Janeway's sister and alters the memories of the crew to think she had always been there.

except there are two people on the ship who aren't affected by her rewrites - Harry Kim and Naomi Wildman - because they are quantum duplicates of their original selves with a slightly different phase signature and she didn't account for them

also the reason they had to go to the space station was because Tuvok stole a shuttle and ran away to it, because something told him to do it

shit happens, tom and harry are kidnapped, tuvok is gone, the doctor is gone, no one knows what's happening anymore and that's the end of book two

Turns out each book has a different author (i looked them up) and it's starting to feel like they're trying do outdo each other.

tom and harry have been pulled into the Q continuum where Q needs their help to catch a rouge Q

catching the guy involves tom winning a race as a microbe inside a cat's digestive system (i'm not kidding), then beat the guy at gambling in a casino, because only in games of chance do the Q feel the thrill of not being in total control

meanwhile, the Doc is thousands of years in the past on the Ocampa homeworld, having possessed a man who was killed in a war, so now he has a living, breathing body

they fight this war with flame swords and psychic powers, in case you were worried things were going to get subtle

janeway is being tried for destabilizing reality and is currently braindead in sickbay while her consciousness is in ghost court or wherever that's happening

tom and harry lose betting game played by the Q and the loss blows up the planet they were trying to rescue those aliens from back in the first book and somehow they learn that it and the sublayer of space were the leftovers of some kind of temporal fuck-up eons ago and weren't actually meant to exist.

the sublayer comes apart, the space station is ruined and sucked into the black hole, but it's all okay because either the rouge Q learned the error of his ways or the judge of ghost court decided this mess wasn't janeway's fault and all those aliens are saved and sent to space heaven

the Doc altered the course of time on Ocampa, and it means that in the modern day, it started raining again

i forget the actual resolution, but everyone ends up back on Voyager safe and sound, more or less. janeway apparently suffered some brain damage that will make her act angry and out of character sometimes, but they can't tell her why because who the fuck would believe it? (i forget the actual reason why they couldn't tell her)

also, the sublayer collapsing into the black where the space station used to be also sucked up all the light within nine light years, creating the Void, from the episode 'Night'

which means this book/WHOLE TRILOGY was the explanation for why there was no light in that spot in space and why janeway had depression for that episode and why she seemed so angry in subsequent episodes

yeah, those books were a trip. I should read them again.

[mrsjavymachado]

“scare me like that again and we’re getting a divorce” (ice recounting the many times he’s been called to a hospital or waiting to find out if mav is alive)

fact: tom “iceman” kazansky and pete “maverick” mitchell are two of the best naval aviators of their generation. also fact: maverick is a fool who gets injured often.

ever since the mission and their subsequent partnership ice and mav have been spending a lot of time together, and ice’s crush on mav went from kinda there to wanting to put mav up against any solid surface and show him a good time but also get to married and have kids?? (ice isn’t really sure but all he knows is that he’s ass over tits for his wingman and he’s certain he has no chance because while he knows mav will flirt with anyone with a pulse, he also knows that mav doesn’t date)

anyways, all their feelings came spilling out the first time he’d gotten a phone call out of the blue from a hospital. mav had been on his way to ice’s place from base on his motorcycle when some guy ran a red light and hit him dead on, luckily he wasn’t going too fast, but still, the force from the impact threw mav off his bike (and totaled it in the process) and he ended up in the street bleeding and bruised within an inch of his life. the guy hopped out his car and frantically dialed 911, then had a mini melt down when he saw mav’s dog tags and realized he’d hit someone in the fucking military. paramedics got on scene fairly quickly and took mav to the hospital and rushed mav to the nearest hospital.

now cut to ice pacing in his living room because mav was supposed to be at his house 30 minutes ago and the short ride from base to his apartment was only 10 minutes and mav hadn’t told ice about any detours when the phone rang. “kazansky” ice had said as he rushed to pick it up, hoping it was mav (it wasn’t) “hello, this is natalie with western centre medical. im calling because you’re listed as an emergency contact for a lt. pete mitchell.” and all ice could do was breathe out a soft, “fuck.”

he’d listened as natalie rattled on about the accident and pete’s conditions and ice had assured her that he’d be there in 10 minutes. (the hospital was 20 minutes away) arriving and getting inside as fast as possible, he must’ve looked like a wreck because the nurse sitting at the desk quietly showed him the way to maverick’s room after he’d all but demanded to know where he was.

going inside he found mav, his wingman, laying in bed with a shattered collar bone, a nasty gash along his forehead, two broken ribs and a fractured wrist. walking into the room ice sat down heavily in the chair next to him as mav (who just had gotten out of surgery and really shouldn’t have been awake) turned to him, surprised, “ice? what are you doing here?” and while tom knew that maverick was an idiot, but he didn’t know the man was that much of an idiot. “what am i doing here? pete they called me and told me you were in an accident. you’d almost died, and you’re asking me what im doing here? im here for you, sweetheart. why did you think i wouldn’t be here, you’re my wingman.” and ice could see something in mavericks eyes that made him pause, leaning forward he cupped mavericks jaw in one hand, “pete, listen. i know you don’t think people care about you but they do, i do. i care about you so much, and i was so scared that i’d lost you before i could’ve even had you.” and mav, who’d leaned into ice’s hand, eyes wide as he heard his name on ice’s lips, just looked confused. “but you do have me? im your wingman.” and ice chucked dryly as he pressed a small kiss to the top of mav’s head, leaving the other pilot blushing, “i want you as more than my wingman, pete. i want you, in every way you’ll have me. im in love with you mitchell, i have been for a while now.” kiss mav gave him in response just seems to make everything fall into place. “i- i have always wanted you ice, even during top gun, there’s no one else i’d rather be with.” and ice smiled as he felt mav pull him into another blinding kiss.

eventually, once their able to let eachother go, ice asks why mav always seemed off when ice would ask him if he was going to ever settle down with someone and mav responded that he’d always been so touchy at the subject because he’d wanted to date ICE made him feel admittedly a little stupid, but that was a the start a long, beautiful relationship between the two of them. (mav enjoyed ice playing nurse after they got home and ice nearly had a conniption because mav wanted to be up in the air three days after he was released)

unfortunately, the calls never stopped and mav was never quite able to quit being himself (dangerous). so ice was no stranger to waking up in the middle of the night, or being pulled out of meetings because mav ended up in another hospital bed. (ice swears mav’s broken jsut about every bone there is to break but mav says he’s just dramatic) oncce bradley had started staying over at their house more, he too was no stranger to mav’s spontaneous bouts of recklessness. from broken bones to dehydration they’d both swear maverick was either invincible (bradley) or incredibly fucking lucky (ice).

nevertheless one of the worst times ice can remember was a random tuesday. bradley and ice were both at home, with bradley in the living room playing video games and ice on the kitchen working

on dinner. maverick was supposed to be home in about an hour when the phone rang, “hey baby goose, get that for me?" "yeah uncle ice, i got it.”

"hello?" said bradley innocently, "hello, i need to speak with admiral kazansky, is he home?" and bradley knew it was never a good call when people started pulling rank, so bradley muttered a quick , “hold on.” before running to give ice the phone, "their asking to speak to admiral kazansky,” was all bradley needed to say for ice to nod, taking the phone, “kazansky." the officer on the other side of the phone made quick work of his call.

maverick was running a test on an experimental plane, and it went up in flames suddenly. there was no parachute sighting and it had been 2 hours since search and rescue came up empty handed. “oh my god." was all ice could muster as he sagged against the counter and bradley, who'd been waiting the whole time jumped, “uncle ice!" and ice just held a hand up to bradley before telling the officer to keep him informed and hung up the phone.

ice tried to process the fact that this husband, his pete, bradley's father, had been missing for two hours, there was an explosion, no parachute and nothing insearch and rescue. ice felt sick. he was all to familiar with what this looked like and he wasn't prepared to loose his husband, he wasn't. there's no way and oh god— bradley. he'd be destroyed.

ice was spiraling and he knew it, but he also knew that he had to keep it together for the young boy infront of him looking at him with concern in his

my eyes. clearing his throat, ice moved to stand up, pulling bradley to him, looking him in the eyes. "bradley, maverick's missing.”

explaining to your godson (step-godson?) that his father (because ice knew that while mav tried to deny it, bradley was his kid— their kid, and had been for a while now) was missing and how grave the situation looked was the hardest thing ice has

ever had to do. pulling bradley in the rest of the way he felt him sob into his arms and ice was right there with him with tears falling pouring down his face.

the next few ours were devastating, to say the least. ice had talked bradley out of at least 3 different panic attacks and had held him when he passed out, tears on his face as he curled into ice's chest.

once bradley had fallen asleep ice had sobbed quietly thinking about his husband. how'd he'd never get to wake up to mav groaning at the time and curling back into ice asking for “five more minutes hun.” he'd never get a chance to see their next wedding anniversary or see bradley graduate from high school. there was so much ice still wanted to do with mav, but as he started spiraling again he remembered what he'd told bradley. "pete is as stubborn as he is a great pilot, he'll come back to us.”

tom was counting on his husband to come back because he honestly doesn't know if he's strong enough to handle both himself and bradley if mav was really dead.

hours and passed and it was well into the early hours of the day when the phone rang, starling bradley and ice awake and they both stared at each other as ice steeled himself to answer the phone, “kazansky."

they'd found maverick. they'd found him but he wasn't looking good. bruised to all hell. several broken bones and fractures, probably a concussion, a nasty laceration on his neck from where his parachute chocked him and a stab wound in his lower right abdomen where he'd been impaled by a tree branch. ice breathed in deeply trying to calm himself and asked where may was going to be hospitalized.

after he'd wrapped up the conversation he turned to bradley, tears shinning in his eyes. “they found him alive, but he's not out of the woods yet. grab a bag with some clothes for the next week." and bradley nodded quickly before running off and doing just that.

as ice made his own bag and met bradley outside in his truck, bradley demanded that ice tell him all that was wrong with may but ice just shook his head, “not this time bradley, when we get there you'll know. just understand that it's bad, okay?"

and bradley could do nothing more than nod and hold back is tears as he looked at his uncle ice. iceman and maverick, tom and pete, they’d been there for bradley for years— they were his dads and bradley had always thought that they were invincible, but he’s older now, he knows better. he’s lost his mom and his dad and he’s so scared that he’ll lose mav too so he turns to ice and says as much, and he feels ice pull him into a side hug and press a kiss to the top of his head, “i am too baby goose, i’m so scared of loosing pete, but i know he’s strong and i know he’ll pull through. you have to have faith in him, okay?”

ice and braldey drive for hours and hours as they reach the hospital that mav is being held in. he grabs their bags and walks in and he’s met with superior officers and young lieutenants alike, they all snap to attention at the sight of him. ice just waves his hand, “at ease, i’m not here as an admiral, i’m here for the same reason you are, to make sure that maverick makes it out of this okay, so can anyone tell me what i’ve missed?”

a man that i’ve recognized as mav’s CO, steps forward with a nurse and let’s them both know what’s going on— maverick’s out of surgery. he lost a lot of blood in the hours it took them to find him and get him to help. he’d broken 4 ribs and shattered his left ankle, he was burned and bruised all along his back, suffered serve smoke inhalation, and a bruised throat from the string of the parachute around his neck, along with a severe concussion but they’re expecting him to make a recovery.”

ice held onto bradley as he felt the boy stiffen in his arms. they’d both known that mav was going to be badly hurt, hell ice had heard most of these from the initial call they gave to tell him that his husband was alive, but hearing it all listed out? that was a different story. cleaning his throat, ice looked at the officer, “when can i see him?”

ice held onto a shaking bradley as they were brought to mav’s room. opening the door, ice dropped their bags on the floor beside a couch and walked over to maverick, his maverick m, laying on the bed looking so small. he had an oxygen mask on a if possible, looked so much worse than the picture in ice’s head when the nurse was describing his injuries. pete was always so much larger than life, bigger than his small frame, but here just looked like a man.

bradley’s chocked out sob of, “dad,” brought ice back from where he was as he turned to hold their son in his arms again. this couldn’t have been easy for bradley, hell, it wasn’t easy for ice either, “he’ll be okay, he’s alive, he’s gonna wake up and then we can yell at him for being stupid, okay?” and it got bradley to laugh shakily as he held onto mav’s bruised hand.

the next few days were a blur of waiting for mav to wake up and speaking his hospital staff about his condition. he was doing fine, thankfully, pulling through and expected miraculously to make a full recover but it wasn’t going to be easy. intense muscle spasms in his back were expected, along with months of physical therapy, trouble eating, confusion, maybe even memory loss and just overall aches and pains. it was going to be a while before maverick could even think about being up in the air, but doctors were certain that mav would bounce back if he worked hard at his recovery and had a great support system, both of which ice and bradley eagerly reassured the doctors that he would.

on the fourth day of them being in the hospital mav had woken up. doctor’s rushed around him making sure he was as physically okay as he could be, and poked and prodded until they felt like he was alright to take off his oxygen mask, and then felt the three of them in mav’s hospital room to catch up. “h-hey tom, hey bradley.” was the only thing pete got out before bradley was across the room in tears sobbing on mav’s chest, and ice was right there behind him. “we- we thought you died, thought i was never- never gonna see you again. you’re my dad, i can’t loose you!” bradley’s speech was miffed by his tears and mav’s hospital gown but he got the gist of it and kissed bradley’s head, holding his as close as he could with a wince, “i’m not going anywhere okay? i love you, both of you,” he said looking up at ice and tearing up at the sight of his husband and kid, “it’s gonna take more than this to get rid of me.”

bradley nodded as he curled up on mav’s chest as best he could, mindful of his injuries and finally spelt, mav kept one hand on his back, as he felt bradley start to calm down and sleep. “he’s been sick with worry for the past few days, this is probably the best he’s slept since they told us.” ice had said as he sat on the edge of mav’s bed, a hand on his cheek, feeling a vague sense of deja-vu.

“mav— pete.”

“i know.”

“no, pete, you don’t, this time wasn’t like the others, i-i don’t know what i would’ve done with myself, with bradley! we were so scared—“

mav put his free hand on ice’s chest, and instinctively, ice leaned down to let mav kiss him, letting the tears flow freely down both of their faces, “when the engine blew up and the parachute was choking me before i blacked out, all i could think of you and bradley. how i’d never get to see you both again, never get to kiss you again, never get to finish seeing bradley grow up. it was awful, but it doesn’t matter now. im okay, i’ll be okay, and im gonna get through this because i have you both with me. that’s all i need.”

ice sighed as he wiped his tears and kissed maverick again, slowly, pouring all the he hand into the kiss, mindful of the sleeping bradshaw on ice’s chest, “scare me like that again and we’re getting a divorce.”

and maverick could only laugh, “okay ice, i promise i wont.”

maverick, the liar, did not in fact stick to his promise and was back in a hospital bed a less than a year later. (bradley was very amused and ice was not, but he still drove the both of them to the hospital, grumbling the whole way there about idiot husbands and enabling kids)

[halos-top-alien-model]

Sangheili Bracket Round 1 Tiebreaker 2

More info below:

Kitun 'Arach:

Debuted in Halo 5: Guardians

Part of Jul 'Mdama’s Covenant, he would be present in the Battle of Kamchatka, leading a lance fighting back against Promethean forces. He would form a temporary alliance with Fireteam Osiris against the Prometheans, before they left him to continue on their mission to kill Jul 'Mdama. Following the Covenant leader’s death, Kitun would look to figures like the late Imperial Admiral Xytan 'Jar Wattineree for inspiration on the Covenant’s new direction. He also became disinterested in continuing the war against humanity, largely due to the costs. Later, he would be one of prominent commanders during the assault on Vadam and the Battle of Sunaion. Between these battles, he would receive a message from his brother Jacul to join the Swords of Sanghelios, but he instead would request his brother switch sides to the Covenant. The two brothers would then meet in battle at Sunaion, with Jacul dying and Kitun being mortally wounded with only enough time to leave a final message regarding their fight.

Additional commentary: Yeah, unlike other Mission Intel figures, you actually meet this guy in the flesh. Canonically, he’s the Covenant Sangheili you make a temporary alliance for the achievement Enemy of my Enemy, with that achievement being canon since he then goes on to do all that stuff on Sanghelios you learn through Mission Intel.

Asum 'Mdama / Bakar:

Debuted in Halo: Glasslands

Born Jan. 20th, 2542 as the second son of Jul and Raia 'Mdama and the younger brother of Dural. He was trained in combat by Naxan - the great-uncle of Raia. When he learned of his mother’s death in March 2553, he went to nearby fields to mourn. Then, he began to be fostered by Kasha 'Hilot as he assumed the new name of Bakar. She would take him to Onyx - her new place of work - and he would attend the Pax Institute while there.

It was around September 2558 that Molly Patel would transfer to his school, leading to her, Kareem El-Hashem, and Unggoy Gudam Keschun to come across him being bullied by three human peers. He would at first avoid trying to defend himself, until one of the bullies hits Gudam hard enough to draw blood. However, just as a full-on fight ensues, an instructor named Dinok 'Acroli breaks it up. The next day, Molly would be forced to sit at the same table as Bakar, giving him the opportunity to chastise her for making him look weak, until the other two arrive. Their attempts to become friends with him causes him to leave. Later, he would be stuck in the same self defense lesson being taught by Spartans Tom-B292 and Lucy-B091 with the same trio. During a field trip to the Repository, Bakar would open up to the trio a little and bond with them. Then, things took a turn when a beast called a rafakrit attacked. Kasha would go to distract the beast to save everyone else, only to get injured in the process, leading Bakar and his new friends to launch a risky plan to save her. After this, the Spartans and Director Mendez talk with them, which would then lead them to sharing with Bakar the identity of his father: Jul 'Mdama (due to Sangheili customs, he did not know this before). Even after learning the Covenant remnant leader was his father, Bakar would continue to feel hatred toward him. Also during this conversation, they would warn him that his brother had joined up with the Servants of Abiding Truth and had possibly infiltrated Onyx. However, much later, Cortana’s message would be sent to all of the galaxy and Onyx’s Guardian would awaken. Bakar was at school be it occurred, forcing him to join those hiding in the cafeteria. When Prone to Drift arrives, he and his friends concoct a plan to have Drift reach the Guardian and disrupt its communication with Cortana. Then, the Servants of the Abiding Truth attack the school, killing some people and taking Drift away to the Repository. Bakar and friends would pursue, using some creatures also chasing the Servants in their plan to stop them. After catching up, Bakar would confront his brother and beg him to stop, while Dural felt he had been dishonored and should kill himself. In order to keep the attacking creatures from hurting Bakar, Dural chose to whistle a distraction and sacrifice himself, being carried away. Another creature would remain, but Lucy would arrive and take care of it, getting injured in the process. The kids would take her and Prone to Drift away in the Pelican Lucy brought, then fly close enough to the Guardian so Drift could disable it. Now, Bakar is amongst those living in hiding from Cortana due to Onyx’s slipspace bubble being reactivated.

[indecisive-capricorn]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Harry Potter

draco lucius malfoy:

headcanons to yandere draco malfoy x reader.

you despised Draco Malfoy more than anyone, but the same couldn't be said about his feelings towards you. but how will he handle these feelings as they slowly grow darker as the years go by?

tom riddle

official (jealous tom riddle x reader) 🔞

Another wizard has taken an interest in you, but Tom will make sure that everyone knows you're his.

headcanons to dating yandere tom riddle

A chance to experience what dating Tom Riddle is like, even when it's against your will to do just that.

Marvel

bucky barnes:

headcanons to yandere bucky barnes x stubborn pregnant reader.

It's already bad enough that you got kidnapped by an obsessed Bucky Barnes, but how will he react when he finds out you're pregnant? And how will he treat you throughout your pregnancy?

miguel o'hara:

headcanons to miguel o'hara x pregnant reader.

getting pregnant is one thing, but how will your beloved partner, miguel o'hara, react to it when he finds out? and how will he be like throughout your pregnancy?

weekend mornings (miguel o'hara x pregnant reader).

after waking up, you got a little worried when you couldn't find miguel beside you.

headcanons to miguel o'hara x spider- woman reader.

meeting with miguel o'hara and how life is like with him before the events of atsv.

priorities (miguel o'hara x wife reader)

miguel got injured after a mission and you insist for your stubborn husband to go to the medical center.

steve rogers:

headcanons to getting married and going on a honey with yandere steve rogers. 🔞

After being forced to get married to a heavily obsessed and insanely in love Steve Rogers, you will have to go through the honeymoon he planned specially to get you to stay with him forever.

Twilight

the cullens:

yandere cullens family reactions to you attempting to escape.

You tried to run away from your kidnapper lover but your attempt failed and now you have to face the consequences of your actions. Problem is, how will your beloved yandere react to it and what are the punishments that lie ahead for you?

volturi clan:

yandere volturi guards reactions to you attempting to escape.

You tried to run away from your kidnapper lover but your attempt failed and now you have to face the consequences of your actions. Problem is, how will your beloved yandere react to it and what are the punishments that lie ahead for you?

requests are open.

[phantom-le6]

Episode Reviews - Star Trek: Voyager Season 7 (7 of 7)

Episode 25-26: Endgame

Plot (as given by me):

In the year 2404, Voyager has made it back to Earth after 23 years in the Delta Quadrant, and it is now the 10th anniversary of the ship’s return.  Janeway is now an admiral while Harry Kim is now a captain.  The Doctor is married to a human woman and has taken a name of Joe for himself, Tom is a successful holo-novel author, B’Elanna is the Federation liaison to the Klingon High Council, and while their daughter Mirral is an Ensign in Starfleet, Naomi Wildman has grown up and had a daughter of her own.  However, Janeway is not satisfied with how events have turned out.

It soon turns that Janeway is up to something; Mirral is on a classified mission, and Janeway plans a “trip” shortly after planning to teach at Starfleet Academy alongside Reg Barclay.  When the Doctor investigates, it isn’t long before Janeway’s intentions become known; she means to travel back in time to alter events so Voyager can return home sooner.  Meanwhile in Voyager’s present day, Tom and B’Elanna are being exhausted by false labour incidents, Seven and Chakotay are now dating, and Tuvok has a condition that the Doctor is having to increase medication for.  Seven also has the Doctor remove the anti-emotion fail-safes from her cortical node, and the ship investigates a possible collection of wormholes in a nearby nebula, but reverses course when they encounter Borg cubes within.

In 2404, Janeway secures a time-travel device from a Klingon scientist and is then intercepted by Harry.  She talks him into letting her proceed with her mission, then calls upon him to defend her shuttle when the Klingons hunt her down.  With the aid of Harry’s ship, the Rhode Island, Admiral Janeway makes it to Voyager’s present time and location, and the Klingons are prevented from following with Voyager’s aid.

As the crew verify Admiral Janeway’s story, Captain Janeway questions why her older self wants to alter when and how the ship gets home.  Since this would involve divulging information that the captain is reluctant to hear, the admiral focuses on more recent events.  She explains that the collection of wormholes they detected is a means of getting Voyager home, and by using the technology from her shuttle, they can get past the Borg.  Seven is attacked through her implants by the Borg Queen as a warning to stay out of the nebula, but after adapting the future ship armour and transphasic torpedoes to Voyager, the crew proceeds into the nebula.

After fighting off a couple of Borg cubes, the crew finds that the wormholes they detected are actually a Borg Transwarp Hub.  It is one of only six in the entire galaxy, and it enables the Borg to deploy vessels anywhere within all four quadrants within minutes.  Captain Janeway wants to destroy the hub to cripple the Borg, which prompts Admiral Janeway to finally make some revelations.  In her timeline, Seven of Nine is injured on an away mission, and returns to the ship, only to die in the arms of her husband Chakotay.  In addition to the shattering effect this has on Chakotay and Janeway, there will be just over 20 further deaths among the ship’s crew, and Tuvok’s condition will deteriorate unless he gets home in time to perform a mind-meld with a compatible Vulcan.

Tuvok, still possessed of his full faculties for the time being, states that he will not put his own welfare above those of others, while Seven is determined to help others and can now take steps to avoid the events Admiral Janeway knows.  When Harry, long the most eager to go home, speaks up in support of Captain Janeway’s idea of sacrificing their return home, Admiral Janeway comes round to her younger self’s side.  However, Captain Janeway then wonders if there might be a way to destroy the hub and get Voyager home all at once.  As a revised plan is put into action to achieve both goals, Seven tries to break up with Chakotay for fear of the impact her death would have on him.  However, Chakotay talks her into continuing on.  At the same time, B’Elanna goes into labour and Tom has to miss the birth because everyone is relying on his piloting skills for the plan to work.

Admiral Janeway travels to the Borg’s central unicomplex to make a deal with the Borg Queen; in exchange for gaining a defence against the transphasic torpedoes, the admiral wants the Borg to drag Voyager back to the Alpha Quadrant.  However, the Queen manages to locate Janeway’s shuttle despite its stealth technology and beams the Admiral to her.  When the Borg Queen assimilates the future Janeway, it backfires because the admiral had been injected with a neurolytic pathogen that would interfere with the Borg collective consciousness.  This causes the shielding for the transwarp hub to fail just as Voyager enters one of the apertures, firing photon torpedoes behind them to bring the hub down.

Before she dies, the Borg Queen sends a Borg sphere to attack Voyager, while in the Alpha Quadrant, Reg Barclay detects a transwarp conduit opening near Earth, prompting Admiral Paris to order all nearby vessels to converge on the exit aperture.  As the sphere hammers at Voyager’s defences, Seven reports that the nearest exit will take them back to the Delta Quadrant.  Moments later, the Borg sphere exits the transwarp conduit near Earth, only to be blown apart from within by Voyager, which allowed itself within the Borg vessel to eliminate it.  After receiving congratulations from Admiral Paris, Chakotay takes the helm while Tom goes to be with his newborn child, and Voyager makes its way to Earth at long last.

Review:

At last, we’ve landed on the final episode of this series.  It’s one I actually remember watching when it first aired on Sky TV here in the UK, though I can’t remember exactly when that would be.  At the time, being a teenager, I thought it was a cool episode.  Looking at it now as an adult and reading through some of the bits on Memory Alpha, I can’t help feeling that the cast members who felt it was a somewhat rushed or under-developed ending were right.  While I’m aware that Voyager wasn’t doing so well for audience numbers around the time they opted to cancel it, I feel that this could have been better resolved by taking out the show’s action remit, serialising the episodes instead of trying to do stand-alone episodic TV and getting in writers that could better develop characters and write better issue exploration.  If that had been done, the show could have gone to anywhere between 8 and 10 seasons instead of 7.  That would have allowed Voyager to surpass the number of seasons done by TNG and DS9, and to surpass both in terms of episode numbers.

Of course, to do that, you’d need there to be elements in place to build on, and frankly, I think those were here in abundance.  We could have seen Harry field-promoted to lieutenant, Tuvok dealing with his dementia-like condition and possibly chancing upon an alternative treatment, B’Elanna and Tom dealing with parenthood while Seven and Chakotay developed their romance.  Icheb could have become a main cast character, and we could have seen an expansion on recurring characters, including Chell taking over from Neelix in the ship’s galley, more of Naomi Wildman growing up and maybe having her own romance with Icheb, and so on.  If the Delta Quadrant was getting a bit dull, the ship could easily wind up in another quadrant after the events of this episode, but maybe nearer to Earth.  Other options would be skipping another couple of decades from the predicted journey length, or maybe landing them within a year or two’s warp travel distance of the Bajron wormhole’s Gamma Quadrant opening.  The last option could have been very valuable for following up on DS9 plot threads.

However, that’s all what could have been.  Instead, let’s focus on what is.  Overall, the ending is good in that it brings the title ship and its crew home while also decimating their long-time arch-foes the Borg.  It’s interesting to see Alice Krige reprise the roll of Borg Queen, which she originally playing in the TNG film First Contact, and which Susanna Thompson had taken over for Voyager’s episodes.  We get a mix of her original film performance of the character and the elements added in with Voyager’s depictions that works well.

The alternate future that we see in the first half of the episode is also interesting to see, as we get to see how things could turn out.  It also gives the episode a chance to touch on one out of a few issues that are at least mentioned, but as ever with this series not explored.  The issue of course is the idea of dementia, which is explored via Tuvok in this case.  We see the culmination of his condition in the future, then come back to the present where the condition isn’t in full evidence and Tuvok is trotting that well-known and ill-considered line of Spock’s about “the needs of the many”.  I know that line is supposed to speak to the idea of self-sacrifice, but personally I always think it sounds more like a way of excusing majorities in societies keeping minorities down.  The less use Trek can make of that line going forward, the better.

As for other issues, the only other of note is when Seven tries to break up with Chakotay and he points out that risk is a component of any relationship.  This is something that could have been better explored if the show had gone on longer, and frankly it’s something Seven shouldn’t need telling.  After all, she was already several dates in before asking the Doctor to remove the emotion fail-safes that came up back in the ‘Human Error’ episode.  That in itself was a pretty big risk, and I found it a little difficult to believe it took until the fourth date for the pair to kiss.  I know Trek is sometimes considered family viewing despite the fact my boxed sets tend to sport age certificates of 15 on the boxes, but come on, four dates before you get a kiss?  In a franchise infamous for the woman-of-the-week trope in relation to Kirk and Riker, no less?  This was a great plot thread ruined by some slapdash execution. So, overall, I think this was a decent wrap-up to the series, but it could have been better and easily been a bridge into anything from one to three added seasons.  On balance, I’d give it 7 out of 10.

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Kinktober 2022

Day 18: Barty Crouch Jr./Albus Severus Potter + Tom Riddle Jr. (Brothel)

For long as he could remember, Al’s pa had warned him to stay away from Tom Riddle Jr.

Course his old man had reason to say that, what with being their town’s sheriff and with Riddle having his finger in every bit of crime in the area. Not that Harry Potter could prove it, just like his mentor Albus Dumbledore hadn’t been able to prove it. But Dumbledore had died suspecting Tom Riddle Jr. of all manner of wrongdoing so Sheriff Potter had taken up the mission and seemed to think his own son would follow in the steps of his name sake.

Al would sooner die.

Which, considering the rumors about Mr. Riddle, may be the case.

So he waited until his pa left for the Weasley family farm with his ma and little Lily. Waited until he was trusted to stay put and keep an eye on his older brother James, who was always causing trouble and couldn’t be trusted on his own despite being years older. Waited until the moon was high in the sky before slipping out the front door and heading straight to Tom Riddle Jr.’s saloon.

Everyone knew about the services offered at the Viper’s Pit. The first floor had whiskey so strong it’d burn for weeks after and a cactus wine known to make folks see spirits and saints. There were tables for gambling, poker and high-low and faro played for coin or ammo or bits of ore mined south of town. A band made up of former cowboys and criminals would play all night, their music swaying the saloon girls who would charm customers into paying marked up prices on watered down whiskey.

But then there was the second floor.

It was up polished stairs where Riddle’s favorites lived in their own fully furnished rooms. But to get up there took getting approval from Riddle himself. No one was allowed up those stairs without Riddle at their side, though many had tried. Two giants guarded those steps, Greg Goyle, having previously been a circus strong man and Vince Crabbe, having worked building railroads since he was old enough to swing a hammer.

Ain’t no one getting up those stairs uninvited.

And from the balcony Riddle’s favorites would survey their master’s kingdom. His girls would exchange gossip from behind their fans, hips canting to show off long legs under velvet skirts. His boys would strut like a panther watching pray, throwing sharp grins at the patrons who would looked at them like Eve to the apple.

His ma scoffed at those lost souls, wondering just where their own parents had gone wrong that they would run to a man like Riddle and wondering what wickedness ran through their veins.

The one time Al had been in the saloon, running an errand for Mr. Malfoy in exchange for a nickle, he had looked up at those favorites and had seen angels looking down at the sinners. Angels who knew no fear, for their god protected them from earthly suffering and provided them with all manner of earthly delight. And when Scorpius became one of those angels, when his father was smugly pleased instead of shamed, when he strutted through the town throwing saucy winks and smirks at his old friend, Al knew he had been right.

Mr. Riddle may have been the devil, but he wasn’t asking his favorites to become demons for him. He would never take Al out to his gran’s farm and force him to learn how to work a six shooter. He would never give Al a shovel to finish off an injured garden snake that had only been trying to flee. He would never nurse a whiskey at the dinner table while telling his wife how he didn’t know what was wrong with Al.

No, Al would take the devil over his pa.

Mr. Malfoy accompanied him to the saloon, so he wouldn’t be waylaid by those who held a grudge against old man Potter. He said it was just a favor to his son’s first friend, but Al liked to think Mr. Malfoy worried about him. Or at least he worried about him enough that before they entered the saloon he warned Al just what he price he would be paying to reach his paradise.

Hardly seemed like much of a price.

Mr. Riddle met them at the stairs, his guards relaxing from their post at Riddle’s smirk. “Evening Draco. And you must be...Albus Severus, wasn’t it?”

Once more Al cursed his sentimental father who had given their grandfather’s perfectly good name to his jerk of an older brother, leaving him with the names of Harry’s ghosts. A former sheriff who had grown smug off his legacy and a bastard pharmacist who’s love for Al’s grandma had apparently made up for the cruelty he had delivered onto their town.

“Just Al is fine, sir.” He offered, accepting Riddle’s hand into his own. It was bigger than his, much bigger, but soft from fine living. “Thank you for allowing me to meet with you.”

Say what you want about the Potter brood, but they weren’t born crass. They just tended to chose it over the alternative. But Al wore his manners proudly, offering a sweet but deferential smile at his potential employer.

It seemed to work, as Riddle smirk turned sharper, like the viper his business was named after.

“Come along, we’ll have your...interview...upstairs.”

He offered his elbow, Al graciously taking it with a small wave to Mr. Malfoy. Up in the balcony, past the landing where Riddle’s favorites congregated, he could see another silvery blond, who seemed to be making a point to not look down at his own father. Instead Scorpius met Al’s eye, winking cheerily.

Riddle showed him to a bedroom, complete with its own wash room and a stove for warmth. It was decorated in shades of green, from the thick comforter on the bed to the tasseled lampshade.

“Do you like it?” Riddle asked, ushering Al further into the room.

“I love it.”

Riddle chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that he wanted to catch with both hands. “Good. I thought it would compliment your beautiful eyes. Now, has Draco told you what’s expected tonight?”

Al nodded, face flushing and heart racing. “Yes sir.”

“And if you pass this little...test...you will be happy to stay here and work? The contract is for life. Even when you tire of this position I will expect you to take whatever opportunity I find for you within my organization.”

He nodded, thinking of older girls who had been sent back East by Riddle when they tired of the saloon work. He didn’t know any of them personally, but his cousins had shared gossip that they had been given respectable jobs or Riddle had helped them find husbands who complimented them. Scorpius had told him rumors about the boys who Riddle would send North, paying for their schooling until they were ready to join his workforce as accountants or bookies.

But the rumors he cared the most about were the favorites who were given paints or instruments. Who were taught to capture the world in their art, or were taught to move the soul with song. He thought about the gorgeous mural he had seen behind the bar and the rumor that it had been made by Barty Crouch Jr., one of Riddle’s first favorites.

And he thought of his father, who only saw Al’s future as an extension of his own. Another bullet in the gun of justice, only focused on the greater good.

“I want to work for you, sir.” Al said, worrying at his lower lip. A bad habit he could never shake. “My pa...he would never allow me to be...what I am…”

“And what are you, my dear?”

“I...I mean I’m not it yet but someday...someday I want to make art. I want to create, not destroy.”

Riddle’s grin was the grin of a wolf about to catch a deer, sharp and pleased but not cocky enough to assume the chase was done. But it was. Al was tired of being a deer. Let him be reborn at Riddle’s maw.

“You will please one of my men tonight. If you’re satisfactory, or even show just that you have potential, I will keep you in this emerald birdcage. And if not, I’m sure we can use an errand boy somewhere.” He leaned closer, towering over Al and leering, “Between you and me, I don’t see you flying off, little bird. Now, go get ready.”

Al hurried to the washroom where he was delighted to find a covered barrel of warmed water and a basin to wash in. He cleaned quickly, despite his desire to fill the basin and soak in the warmth. With his body clean he took time to tie his mess of curls to one side. His ma had been after him for ages to cut it and he was once again glad he had rebelled. A sheer green robe covered his dark skin and complimented his darker hair, making him feel downright pretty. Maybe next time, if there was a next time, he’d have time to line his eyes with the golden makeup beside the mirror.

Noise alerted him to Riddle’s return, and he shyly peeked out the door. His future employer had taken a seat in an expensive looking chair, reclining in it as though it were a throne. Another man stood by the bed, slight and possibly around his pa’s age, but surprisingly pretty. He had neatly trimmed mustache that sat over his boyish grin, and it took only a moment before his watery blue eyes caught Al’s movement.

“Are you ready, my dear?” Riddle asked, eyes raking over Al greedily as he stepped into the room. “Ah, wasn’t I right about the green?”

The newcomer answered, gaze lingering on Al’s collarbone as the shoulder of the too big robe slipped aside. “Absolutely gorgeous in green. You must be Al. My name is Barty Crouch Jr., but you can just call me Barty. A pleasure to meet you.”

Al startled, completely missing the offered hand. “You’re Barty?”

Both men laughed and Al would be grateful they weren’t mad if he wasn’t so mortified. Luckily it seemed as though Riddle had intuited why Al would be so shocked. “Our little bird must know about your art, Barty. Perhaps later you can show him your workshop.”

“A workshop? Just for your paintings?” Al asked, breathless and starstruck.

Barty just grinned, looking far younger than even Al would have suspected he was. “For making paints too. How about tomorrow? Tom won’t have you working until sundown, so we’d have time.”

His heart felt like it was swelling, so full he would lift off the ground and float away towards the horizon. But he grounded himself, remembering that he had an interview to do, had to prove to these men that he was worth this beautiful room and worth the chance to create something beautiful with his own hands.

“I’d appreciate that very much, Mr. Barty. Can I show you how much?”

He felt silly even as he said it but Barty’s grin turned sharp and Riddle seemed delighted at his attempt at seduction.

“Very well, little bird. Come show me.”

He only reached Barty’s chin, but with a hold on his thin shoulders Al was able to lift on his toes, softly pressing his lips to Barty’s. His mustache tickled, and he almost fell before Barty wrapped an arm around his waist. But after a moment Barty opened for him, allowing Al to shyly lick and nibble at Barty’s mouth. Everything he knew about sex was from eavesdropping on his older cousins, but Barty didn’t seem irritated at his hesitant advances.

Riddle on the other hand seemed bored. “Have you ever sucked a man’s prick, little bird?”

Al almost buried his face in Barty’s shoulder, face on fire from the question. But he shook his head, meeting Riddle’s eyes with as much bravado as he could.

“Well, now’s the time.”

Barty chuckled, all good spirits and gentle touches. His fingers ran through Al’s hair, soothing and sweet. Maybe it was left over from his own time as one of Riddle’s favorites, but Al rather appreciated it. Mimicking the gentle touch Al pushed Barty to the bed, dropping to the floor so quickly his knees rattled.

“You okay, kid?” Barty asked.

“Not a kid.” Al shot back immediately, glancing at Riddle to make sure he wasn’t overstepping. But Riddle just seemed amused at the display. Figuring that he was okay to continue Al rested his cheek on Barty’s knee. His fingers fiddled with the edge of Barty’s trousers, teasing them down while he gazed up through his ink black lashes. “You can keep calling me little bird. I liked that.”

The blond man started to laugh though it rapidly became a groan when Al caught his prize. Summoning every memory he had of James and Teddy’s disgusting bragging and of his cousins’ gossip, Al took a cock into his mouth for the first time.

It didn’t taste like much, despite his cousin Victoire’s repeated complaints. Just skin, salty and slightly bitter. He was so focused on his teeth that he didn’t even notice he was about to gag himself until it was too late.

“Not so fast, little bird.” Barty took himself in hand, feeding his length into Al slowly. With one hand twisted in Al’s hair he controlled their movements, allowing Al to get used to the weight on his tongue. A little at a time, easing Al into the sensation of cock tapping at the back of his throat. Drool collected quickly, falling out Al’s mouth in a way that felt disgusting but seemed to please his new boss. At least if the groans from across the room meant anything.

Trying to control his spit Al swallowed deeply, earning a startled gasp from above him. He tried again, chasing that same noise. At Barty’s prompting he swirled his tongue around the tip. He found himself preening under the groans that he was creating. He glowed when Barty bent over him, clinging to his mess of hair. He could have gloated as he watched from the corner of his eye as Riddle begun palming his own cock through his expensive trousers.

And it was with a pleased hum from Al that Barty exploded, flooding Al’s mouth with his bitter release. Al struggled to swallow it, not wanting to make more of a mess than he already had. And even as he gasped for breath Barty chuckled, warm and delighted.

“Oh, aren’t you a treasure?” He teased, thumb gathering the seed off Al’s lip. He lifted it to his own, licking himself away, returning it to the garden of his body. Despite the taste still lingering in his mouth Al found himself wanting to chase after that thieving thumb.

And so he did.

His lips caught Barty’s again, kissing roughly now that he knew neither he nor Barty would fall under a little pressure. His own cock, hard and aching, rubbed against Barty’s thigh, painful and delicious against the starched fabric. He wanted, oh he wanted…

And suddenly large hands grabbed him, pulling Al against the solid chest of his new employer. Trapped by one hand, the other grasped his dick, twisting and pulling deliciously.

“Selfish little thing, aren’t you?” Riddle teased, wolf teeth snapping beside Al’s eat, ready to gobble him up until his sun bleached bones were all that remained. And Al could only preen, could only imagine what those bones would rearrange into. What he would rearrange into.

“So, my selfish little raven, shall we see how you enjoy being fucked?”

Oh, Al thought, his ink black wings expanding to escape the corpse of the deer he had been. What a good idea this was.

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Blood Ties (1)

shifter!Will x jinn!Reader (Love, Death & Robots AU)

Summary: Will is hit during a mission and it seems the enemy engineered something poisonous to shifters, fortunately breaking an artifact results in saving his life...

Warnings: (TF/LDR) canon typical violence, angst, Will injured, reader description (monster features), soulmates, this will be a mini-series in a series (yes, that's a warning), imprisonment, reader is a violent little creature full of raging fire, sort of switching between POVs by the dividers

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Will had a really bad feeling about this. It wasn't often that they were ordered to do missions, shifters weren't allowed to fight against humans but in cases like this, the law could be bent a little.

The mansion of the man who fancied himself to be a warlord was located at a great distance from their desert military base. The team of shifters slowly made their way to the previously hidden location in the forest, the human soldiers only travelled with them to the airport, the small team of 'dog soldiers' was on their own now.

Clearing out the guards on the backyard and the ground floor proved easy but their luck ran short when a guard used one of the many stolen artifacts to attack them.

Will had gone feral when the explosion hit his friends, losing all his calm facade and attacking the man who tried to kill his team and his brother whose jacket was still on fire when he joined Will in the fight.

Santi and Frankie were providing cover fire as the remaining guards ascended the stairs. Tom was pissed at the wrong intel, letting his judgment clouded by anger as he leapt to the top of the stairs and had gone for the prey that was their original target.

The shifters were sent in on special orders, nobody should have expected them so when a bullet hit Will, he didn't think too much of it at the moment. The fight only lasted for like two minutes and as soon as the adrenaline faded Will felt the poison burn through his veins and he touched the still bleeding wound on his abdomen with disbelief before he fell to his knees, knocking down a small statue in the process, marking it with his blood.

As Benny hurried to him to help, they heard the reinforcements arrive at the door and they all thought they would meet their end in this hellhole. They didn't notice his blood disappear from the statue while a smoke-like entity emerged from the broken pieces.

"Leave." Will growled at Benny while Santi run to get Tom and Frankie tried to drag the younger Miller brother with him to the back exit.

"No." Benny fought the older wolf and managed to get out of his hold, kneeling beside his brother with tears in his eyes.

Will gripped his stubborn brother by the nape and brought their foreheads together in a last farewell. "I'm already dead. I can cover for you. Go. That's an order."

"Fuck your order, I'm not leaving you behind." Will pushed him away and this time Frankie hit Benny pretty hard and started to drag him away when the doors burst in at all sides. They were surrounded.

When the first mercenary shoot at them the smoke at Will's side turned into a blazing fire and charged at the attackers.

You gathered the strength to partially materialize to deal with the humans. Slashing the first one's throat with your claws, you moved on to the next and the next. Relishing in the bloodshed, although they weren't much of a challenge, the darkest part of your nature was fuelled by your anger for the years you had to spend locked up in that thing.

Some of the soldiers simply dropped dead from a cut or a snapped neck, one was dragged through a wall after he tried to shoot you. Dozens of men, all dead in a blink of an eye, even before the first one hit the ground.

The three shifters stared in utter shock, mouth open, eyes wide. Will even forgot his wound for a moment, until the pain returned with vengeance and he could help the deep, inhuman growl that escaped him.

The noise caught your attention, your movements too quick, even for them. Benny took it as a form of aggression and aimed his weapon at you, so you decided to take on a less threatening form.

Will stared at you, mesmerised by your beauty. He reached out to touch you but your form flickered like a flame and he pulled back, not wanting to scare you away.

It's like you could read his thoughts because a tiny smirk made its way to your tempting lips and he couldn't help but stare longingly.

You assessed him curiously and Will wanted to know what you were seeing, what you were looking for but before he could ask anything you flickered closer, resulting in Benny yelling at you to stay away while he still pointed the gun at you. Not turning away from Will, you raised up your hand and the gun rapidly heated in Benny's hand until he had to drop it. Frankie just kept staring at the scene, still not believing his eyes.

Will growled at his brother in a warning when the next weapon would be aimed at you. After that moment you drew his attention back to you by brushing along his face, locking your pitch-black eyes with Will's almost glowing blue ones.

The wolf gasped under your touch, the pain almost completely leaving his body as your other hand reached his wound and carefully peeled off the layer of clothes covering it.

Touching the edge of the wound you collected a little blood and put it on your tongue, flashing some sharp teeth in the process. Never breaking eye contact with him, you placed your palm on his abdomen and slid your other hand to Will's nape.

Driving the poison out was more painful for him than the burning in his insides before. He tried not to grab you so he reached out to Benny who could surely take the bonecrashing grip.

It didn't take long before he started to feel the wound finally close up and you pulled away as soon as he started to heal properly. Benny was actually crying and laughing now, hugging his brother in relief then turning to you with a grateful smile but your attention was still on his brother.

The moment was broken when Santi and Tom entered the room and they pointed their weapons at you and you moved to attack. However, Will quickly stood in front of you, standing a little unsteadily as his head was still dizzy after what just happened. He stood with his back to the new arrivals who started to question what the fuck was going on while Will kept his light hold of your arms, repeating that they were his friends.

He couldn't help the smile at your cute reaction of tilting your head like a puppy and looking at him with those curious eyes of yours. He let you step back but immediately made a move to catch you again when you started to lose your corporal form.

"No, wait. Don't go." He pleaded. The others pulled him away, calling in through the radio and started to discuss what happened while Will couldn't shake the conflicted feelings that he wanted to chase after you no matter how impossible it seemed and that you were still there with him. This was more than fascination, the wilder part of his nature knew what you were to him but the more human part was too shaken up to acknowledge it just yet. All he knew is that he needed to see you again. Soon.

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