#Cat. 3062

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Statue of Petimuthes wearing the “Persian garment” - Museo Egizio Collection

Inventory Number: Cat. 3062 Hellenistic Period, Reign of Ptolemy X, 107–88 BCE Location Information: Thebes, Karnak / temple of Amun (?)

Description:

This statue of general Petimuthes comes from Thebes. On the back-pillar is an inscription referring to a war fought in the East at the end of the second century BC; more specifically, it mentions Cleopatra III and her son Ptolemy X’s capture of the city of Ptolemais, present-day Acre in Galilee. Petimuthes wears the so-called “Persian” fringed garment, reserved to high dignitaries ever since the Late Period. The text on the back-pillar of the statue was completed with a fragment found in Karnak, where Petimuthes promoted the construction of a storehouse in the temple of Amon.

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Why Damian hates Parties.

by rennato Admittedly Damian should have known not to drink something he had left unattended even if he were surrounded by his family (who just so happened to be vigilantes.) and even some people he considered to be friends, he should have known better. -- Damian gets poisoned. Words: 3062, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Finders Keepers (Batkids Age Reversal) (and more) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Batfamily Members (DCU), Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU) Relationships: Batfamily Members & Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne, (slight) Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Near Death Experiences, Poison, Batkids Age Reversal, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily is a Mess (DCU), Lex Luthor is Evil, for the plot, Damian Wayne-centric, Hurt Damian Wayne via https://ift.tt/BVjIw9C

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[星弘] 所以......被养的猫拐上床了

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/q1JjFWe by icypuertea Be careful what you wish for. 这是生日那天金弘中推开门，看到他养的猫坐在床上，变成一个裸男时的真实感想。 Words: 3062, Chapters: 1/3, Language: 中文-普通话 國語 Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Top Park Seonghwa, Bottom Kim Hongjoong, Cat Park Seonghwa read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/q1JjFWe

[leanstooneside]

Tutankhamun

OR THE LORD

YET A FOOL

TO THE TOMB

TO THE BOWERS

TO THE SENSE

AND THE GRAVE

TO THE SUN.[3062

YET A PREY

OR A CAT

TO THE THOUGHT

AND THE BESTOWER

TO THE DEED

OR A BREATH

BUT A PART

AND THE FLOW

BUT THE GREAT.[3102

TO THE HEART

TO THE HUMAN

BUT THE MUSIC

TO THE SATIRES

AND FEW UNDERSTAND

BUT THE GREAT.[3011

AND THE WORDS

TO THE SUN

AND THE HEARTFELT

BUT THE GREAT.YOUNG

WHILE THE LAMP

WHETHER THE CHARMER

YET A CHILD

TO EACH LOVER

AND THE WORM

WHILE ANOTHER 'S

OR A SPARROW

TO EVERY FEAR

TO THE BREAST

AND THE PRIDE

TO THE JAUNDIC'D

TO AN OLD

TO THE POLE

TO THE SWEETEST

TO THE INTERESTED

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Battle Report: House Kurita's Naginata Battalion vs. Word of Blake 38th Shadow Division. New Exford Campaign, 3062

This battle is part of the ongoing New Exford Campaign

The two forces were Kote Lance, from Naginata Battalion, and half of the Word of Blake Alpha Level II. Both forces consisted of custom units.

Naginata Battalion's Kote Lance consisted of Chu-i Raine Selene's Marauder, Casey Uzuka's Black Knight, Heather Anderson-Ishikawa's Blackjack Omni-C, and Kimiko Small's Blitzkrieg, as well as a squad of Raiden battle armor riding the Blackjack. All four mechs were customized, heavily in the case of the Marauder and Black Knight, and the lance was tied in to a C3 Network.

The Word of Blake Alpha Level II consisted of a Highlander, an Awesome, and a Crab, all three of which were customs, notably featuring a Gauss rifle on each assault mech, a Clan ER Large Laser on the Highlander, and each mech both having a C3i computer and an ECM Suite.

The battlefield was this map, frosted hills in wooded highlands.

The first two turns ran on maneuvers, but when the Highlander moved up onto a level 3 hill, Kimiko was able to run up directly in front of it with her Blitzkrieg, blasting it with an Ultra AC20. The rest of the lance contributed with long range fire, and this barrage dealt enough damage to detonate the Highlander's gauss rifle and crit its LRM-20, leaving it with only a Clan ER Large laser to contribute to the battle.

Next turn, I ran Kimiko behind the Highlander(which had been knocked over and stood back up) and I said, OUT LOUD, "I need a 5, it'll be embarassing if I miss" and rolled a 3. Kimiko's Blitzkrieg was promptly disabled by a gauss rifle and PPC shot from the Awesome which both punched into her left torso, disabling the mech by destroying the XL engine.

The Highlander did end up losing its last weapon and being put into forced withdrawal the turn afterward, thanks to some good PPC shots from Raine in the Marauder.

Heather delivered the squad of IS Standards off her Blackjack Omni, and they started ominously hopping towards the Awesome, while my remaining mechs focused on the Crab. Casey in her Black Knight chopped off the Crab's arm, but then ended up losing her leg. She kept firing while prone until she lost another arm, at which point she was mission killed and climbed out of her mech.

Heather in her Blackjack ended up delivering the final blow on the heavily damaged Crab, pumping a pair of cluster shells from her LBX-AC10s into it and shredding both its engine and gryo. Meanwhile, her battle armor squad was heading to the Awesome.

The Awesome pilot, apparently dismissing the threat posed by mere battle armor, didn't fire on the IS Standards, focusing on the Blackjack that was pouring cannon shells into him, and the Standards successfully swarmed the Awesome. While having to dodge friendly fire from Heather's Blackjack and Raine's Marauder, the Standards broke out their space katanas and carved off the Awesome's arm, then tore into its torso armor, opening a hole that Heather was able to exploit with a pair of cluster shells that scored two engine crits on the Awesome, pushing it into forced withdrawal and ending the match in a Kuritan victory.

One Kuritan Standard trooper was killed by friendly fire from Raine's PPC while swarming the awesome, which meant they were obviously a traitor to the Dragon.

And that's the Kurita vs Word of Blake match. Will report on my match against the Nova Cats after it happens in a few days.

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What if Marinette Finished Introducing Herself?

What if Marinette Finished Introducing Herself? (Origins, part 1: Ladybug and Cat Noir) by ShawnaCanon

When Ladybug and Cat Noir met for the first time, she almost introduced herself to him with her real name. What if she'd actually done it?

Words: 3062, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of What If? (Episode-Based One-Shots)

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Identity Reveal, Fluff

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29594934

[omgviolette12]

Ten, For The Price Of  One

Summary: Loki, also known as “Agent One,” is tasked to invade the life of a potential killer, who decimated multiple members from the criminal organization, Morte. Known for his silver tongue, this mission is just another walk in the park for our God of mischief, or is it?

Words: 3062

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Shameless smut 

Pairing: Loki/ Original Female Character

Chapters: 1/?

A/N: This idea has been running around in my head for a while, an au spy/assassin Loki. I feel like that role fits him, since he is a master of lies and trickery! Please let me know if this is a concept worth continuing~

 It can also be found on AO3. I usually post there first, then here a few days later. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17581208/chapters/41438900 Tagd :

@dangertoozmanykids101 ---------------------

“Watch her.”

Agent Reaper threw a file on his desk, the momentum sliding it perfectly in front of Loki, otherwise known as “One.”

The file lay open, revealing a photograph of a woman who looked to be a mix of European and Asian heritage. A dark fringe reached to her eyebrows, almost long enough to cover her cat-like eyes. Black hair tousled over her pale shoulders, her smile showing rows of pretty, white teeth.

“We received some intel, but of course, it needs to be verified. The bitch took out more than half of our benefactors and agents, and we haven't had a single trace until now.” Reaper spat vehemently, his grey eye dripping with menace.

“They think she's the one?” While Loki was never one to judge a book for its cover, the petite, pretty woman in the picture was a far cry from the killing machine that currently plagued their organization.

 The assassin always killed in a gruesome, humiliating fashion.

At first, there were no correlations between the killings and their perpetrator. The targets varied vastly in their locations and the execution method was always different. They killed randomly, seemingly with no motive.

The murders started cropping up, on and off for the duration of 6 years.

Picking up the file to read, Loki was momentarily shocked by its contents, though he didn't let it show.

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Name: Nya Sato

Age : 24

DOB: February 20th, 1995

Varying appearances: Tall, petite, busty, small chested, blonde, red-headed

Latest appearance: Dark trench coat, face partially obscured

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Victims:

Victor Petrov

Title: Benefactor

Age : 65

State of corpse upon discovery: Dressed in lingerie, Mutilated genitals. Scrotum found in victim's mouth.

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Maria Popova

Title: Agent #456

Age: 34

State of corpse upon discovery: Facial features unrecognizable, skin flayed. Flesh later found hung in victim's closet.

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Augustine Bianchi

Title: Benefactor, Arms dealer

Age: 56

State of corpse upon discovery: Restrained against bed, on stomach. Anus filled with various sharp ob---

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He stopped reading at that point, the list stretched to a number of 20 victims. All discovered without a shred of dignity.

Loki had seen many atrocities- performed many of his own. But never with such... twisted creativity.

"She left one of them alive. Not sure if it was on purpose, anyone would think he was dead if they found him. Said he recognized her from somewhere, described her to one of our artists once he was stable." A red-headed woman supplemented, standing by the old reaper's side. She wore all black, hands behind her back. "However, we don't know if the intel's reliable, or was planted by the killer themselves."

Reaper swept the glass filled with scotch from his desk, shattering on the mahogany floor. He then proceeded to speak threateningly, jabbing his pointer finger to the desk as he enunciated every word, “I don't care what you have to do. Get in her house, find out everything about her down to the color of her fucking knickers in every drawer. Fuck her, threaten her, do whatever the hell it takes to draw the bitch out and find out who she's working for!”

The reaper was never one to curse so vehemently, always sporting a cool look on his old, but wise features. Needless to say, he was truly incensed.

Loki leaned back against the leather chair unconcernedly, manspreading in all his glory. "So when do I start, dear father?"

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For the first couple of weeks, Loki observed her. Nya worked at a small bookstore at the heart of Liverpool, in an area that held lush greenery at each corner. She rarely left the store, so he surmised that she lived there as well. It seemed to be one those stores with a small apartment on the upper level. Whenever he saw her, she was always smiling a bright, beautiful smile. She was the neighborhood sweetheart. Kind-hearted, soft, timid.

When he casually inquired about her from one of the regulars of her store, the old couple never ceased to stop gushing. Even among the younger patrons of her store, she was quite popular, although they did say she spoke too quietly.

If her portrayal of a sweet, harmless young woman was merely a facade, he would find her to be one hell of an actress. The latest assassination happened merely a week ago, yet he never allowed his eyes to leave the bookstore, tracking her whenever she left it. When could she have gotten the opportunity?

After monitoring her for close to two months, he decided to set his plan in motion.

It was quite dark, rain drizzling as Nya made her way to the bookstore. She struggled with two large bags of groceries, packed with food items and other necessities. By the time she reached the front of the store, she noticed a figure staggering in her direction. Her heart dropped. The man walked strangely, struggling against the wall of a building. He was still a distance away from her, but she could see a dark contrast of red blood splattered on his white dress shirt. His hand gripped his stomach as if he was holding down a wound.

Without thinking, she dropped her groceries and hurriedly made her way towards him.

By the time she reached him, he already slid from the wall unto the sidewalk. She stooped down, taking the man's face into her hands. Despite being immensely pale, Nya was immediately struck by his beauty. Her hands ghosted over his high cheekbones before her eyes trailed to the wound in his abdomen.

“H-hold on, I'll call the ambulance!” Before she could fumble for her phone, a large hand took her slim wrist into a firm grip.

“Don't..call them,” the man opened his eyes, revealing a piercing blue. Startled by the deep, raspy voice, she looked at her wrist, then to the injured stranger. “But, you’re bleeding so much and-” the man groaned loudly, tightening his hold on her hand. He repeated his words, but with much more urgency. “Do. Not. Call. Anyone,” his eyes bore into hers, almost pleadingly. Nya hesitated, unsure of what to do for a moment. After looking at his closing lids and faltering breath, she made a hasty decision, “Alright, I live close by. Try to keep awake, okay? Just for a few minutes,” Her large, bright brown eyes looked around worriedly, hair wet and sticking to her face. The streets were unusually empty. But she paid it no heed, as the neighborhood was naturally quiet and secluded. However, she regretted that she couldn't ask for help.

“We need to hurry, it’s gonna start pouring soon..” She loosened her wrist from his grasp, moving his hand to go over her shoulder, “can you stand?” Wordlessly, the man stood up, albeit clumsily.

It took longer than she'd like to reach the store. With the man's looming height and frame against her petite body, coupled with the drizzle of the rain, she had no choice but to take her time lest they tripped. The groceries lay forgotten on the quickly dampening sidewalk, as she struggled to open the store door with her key.

When they finally made it inside, she urged him to walk with her towards the back of the store. They came upon a staircase soon after. "I don't have an elevator, please bear with me for a little while. Let me know if..it hurts too much to continue," she looked up to his drooping head, noting that his eyes were now watching her with mysterious intent. "Is there something wrong..?"

The man let out a shaky breath, "no, let's continue. I can manage." They took their time up the stairs, each step creaking loudly. When they reached the top, he had gotten significantly paler, if it were even possible. As the door wasn't locked, she opened it without much trouble.

Although the building looked a bit small from the outside, her apartment had quite a bit of space. The walls were of warm, lively hues of blue and yellow, covered in floral patterns. Luckily, the living room was situated close to the entrance, so she immediately took him towards the couch. "I should have some medical supplies in the supply cabinet, hold on for just a bit longer. Can you.. um.. unbutton your shirt in the meantime?" Without wasting any more time, she scurried off.

Loki winced, his head leaning back against the couch. He stabbed deeper than he'd liked, but it had to look convincing. In reality, the wound looked worse than it actually was.

Nya gathered all the supplies she could hold, carrying them in her arms. She also ventured to the kitchen to get a bowl of water, juggling both as she made her way back. When she made it back to the couch, the supplies nearly scattered to the floor. The man took off his shirt, as requested. His lean figure was surprisingly much more sculpted than she anticipated, causing her to stare just a moment too long. She shook her head lightly to gather herself and went to sit beside him carefully.

"Okay.. let's see what I can do here. Could you move your hand.. please?" When he did, she couldn't help wincing at the sight. A deep stab wound oozing blood greeted her, and her hands started to tremble. She swallowed, gathering a wet cloth from the bowl of water to rinse the wound, "I'll try to be as gentle as I can, try not to move too much, okay?" While she cleaned, she made sure to pay attention to any signs of discomfort. However, the stranger didn't move an inch.

"May... I ask how you got this wound? why couldn't you go to the hospital?" She decided to ask a couple questions, make conversation. The silence was becoming uncomfortable. The man's expression grew increasingly stern as he regarded her "It's none of your business, little woman," he replied in an unexpectantly harsh manner.

None.. none of her business?! Who was the one cleaning his wound! She applied a bit of pressure unconsciously due to anger, and that made him flinch. "Considering I let a complete stranger into my home to tend to his injuries, one would tend to think I deserve a bit of information. I don't even know your name!"

The man sighed, then looked toward her in a reluctant manner. “Loki.” “Loki? Is.. that your name. Like the Norse god?” The man nodded his head stiffly. “Loki... that’s a pretty unique one. I’m Nya, by the way.” She no longer looked angry, her expression softening. “Now, would you please tell me how you got this wound?” Loki squinted his eyes at her before glancing away. “I’m being pursued... by bad people. I need a place to stay for a while, if you’ll have me.” His voice became softer, losing much of the harshness it had before. “ Bad people?! Are they trying to kill you?” Nya’s voice went up a pitch, her eyes widening a large margin.

“I understand if you don’t want to be implicated, I’ll leave as soon as you’re finished.” Loki let out a resigned sigh, before returning his gaze towards her wide eyes.

"No.. no. Please stay as long you wish. It should be fine as long as you're quiet..." She indeed didn't want to be involved with whatever trouble the strange man called "Loki" found himself in, but she couldn't let the man leave. It would leave her feeling guilty for weeks. "Besides, there's a storm brewing up. It would be good to stay inside, especially with this wound," after she had finished cleaning said wound, she picked up a tube of antibiotic cream.

The next few moments continued in companionable silence, with her treating him as he watched. When she started to bandage him however.. she felt something hard nudging her arm. She drew back her hand quickly, her cheeks turning a bright crimson. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. you know.." she pointed towards his groin, "Cause that..."

Loki looked at her, unperturbed. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist to drag her closer.

"On the contrary, darling girl... I'll welcome your advances. Enthusiastically." His deep, dark voice filled with filthy promises made its way into a surprised Nya's ear. His voice, his scent, coupled with their sudden proximity, sent her into a muddled, dripping wet daze. She audibly swallowed, her eyes quickly averting. What was happening to her?

"Look at me," Loki growled. He grabbed her chin, turning her face towards him. His hand slowly moved from her chin into a soft caress, ghosting over her small ears, before tangling into her raven hair. Nya closed her eyes at the sensation, enjoying his touch. Her expression was strange.... like one of pained relief.

With a jerk movement, he gripped her hair and slammed his lips unto her own. Due to the sudden action, Nya moaned out in surprise. Grasping that opportunity, his tongue quickly slipped into the warm cavern of her mouth. He swirled his tongue around her own, slowly... sensually, before sucking her tongue and swirling it again. When they parted for air, the sight of Nya had Loki hardening even more. Her tongue lay outside her mouth as she panted heavily, hair sticking to her face. She blushed a furious red, which further contrasted her from the cruel, twisted killer that he was tasked to find.

When Nya recovered from that searing kiss, all apprehension and rationality left her. Before he came, she was so... so lonely. The whispers grew louder with each passing day. But his warmth, his touch, made its way into her heart and overwhelmed her senses. She was soaking wet.

When he leaned down to kiss her once more, she stopped him suddenly. "You're still injured.. we.. we can't do this-" Before she could ramble, he pushed her down unto the couch, trapping her underneath him. She looked up at him, her brown eyes still wide. "No amount of pain will stop me from ravishing your sweet, supple," His hand went to grab between her legs," dripping, wet cunt."

Nya gasped at those words. In all twenty-four years of her life, never has a man spoken to her in such a filthy way, let alone someone she just met. Those words, however, made her even wetter, much to her chagrin. When he touched her there, she shivered violently, her legs spasmed and twitched when he thumbed her clit.

"Ah... Loki..please, I.." Nya was lost for words. She grasped the arm of the couch, her hips arching to meet his fingers. "Tell me what you want.. Nya," Loki whispered into her ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps on her skin.

When he said her name with that voice.. the words left her mouth before she could process it " I.. I want to feel you inside m..-ah!" He gently slid a single, long digit into her pussy.

He pumped his finger in a steady rhythm, watching as she writhed helplessly under his ministrations. When he removed his finger, she whined at the sudden loss.

Loki smiled darkly. She was right where he wanted her. He looked into her eyes as he licked his finger clean. "You're as sweet as you look, little flower. Almost like honey,"

She was a panting mess, her eyes glazed over. "Can we.. can we move to the bed?" she was still panting, her lips plump from their last kiss, "I want you.. to be comfortable." Even in this situation, she still thought about his well-being.

In regards to her concern, Loki respectfully declined. "No. I'm going to fuck you, right here on this couch."

He proceeded to do just that. In just a few moments, Nya's dress lay forgotten on the floor. When he ripped off her underwear, he made sure to take note of the color. Without further adieu, he removed his cock from the confines of his pants and slipped inside her warm, welcoming heat.

"Eeep!!" Nya let out a strange, sharp squeak when he filled her to the brim. He looked at her with mild concern. Nya looked mortified at the strange sound she let out, "I-I'm sorry, I don't do this...sort of thing. Hah...you pushed in so suddenly...it's too... too big.." Loki let out a deep chuckle, before going to nuzzle her neck. "I'm sorry dear, I've been hasty," he kissed her neck, sucking and nipping gently, "Tell me when to stop. Otherwise," he pulled out slightly, before ramming back inside her sharply, "I'll keep going, just like this."

Nya cried out at the sudden thrust, her quivering legs moving to grab at his waist. "Please.. not there..! It feels too... oh yes... I mean n-no..!" Nya stuttered helplessly, the assault on her body turning her silly. Of all the women Loki had slept with, she was the first to look so...cute.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts, quickening into a brutal speed. Nya's cute, whimpering noises seemed to spur a primal instinct within his being. He wanted to ruin her, to see the supposed monster that lay beneath her temptingly sweet body. However, that monster never showed itself. What greeted his ears instead was her soft, breathless voice.

"Harder, oh god, please go harder Loki," her hand now wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him even closer as he rutted inside her core. His thrusts began to grow unsteady, signaling his impending release. "I want you to come for me, Nya. I want to feel you tightening around my cock," he removed her hands from around his shoulders and pinned them above her head. "Now, Nya. Come for me now!" With his command, Nya screamed and shuddered when her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. In all her life, her sexual experiences could only be counted on one hand. She had never felt so filled.. so complete. Loki came soon after, his cum dripping from the sides of her pussy.

He never intended to cum inside her, he usually had control in these situations. But he was overcome with the need to mark her and own her in every way possible.

When he pulled out and watched the look of contentment on her face, Loki came to the decision to enjoy this gift of a mission bestowed upon him. And he would enjoy himself indeed, thoroughly.

Chapter 2

[buckybarnesbingo]

Week 32 Roundup!  And with this, we now have FIVE WEEKS LEFT!

Title: Bewitched Collaborator: Eirlyssa Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - magic Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard and fic Summary: Tony was incredibly attractive, insanely wealthy, astonishingly intelligent… and magical. So when he announced that he would marry the person who could get the key from his cat, just about everyone tried to get it. And then there was Bucky. Word Count: 993

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Title: Worthy Collaborator: littlemarvelfics Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y1 - Thor Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: Negative self-talk Summary: Bucky doesn't think he's worthy of love but someone else has different ideas. Word Count: 947

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Title: Bucky’s Place - Chapter 1 : Crash Landings Collaborator: pherryt Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - domesticity Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: minor violence, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, nightmares Summary: The Winter Soldier had splintered apart and someone new had walked out of the river. He didn't know who he was anymore, so he took the name the man on the bridge had given him, and he went off to figure out who he was. And then Clint Barton crashed through the window of the little place he'd managed to make for himself and turn everything upside down and maybe sideways. Word Count: 1494

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Title: The Graduate Collaborator: littlemarvelfics Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - artist!Bucky Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff Summary: Tattoo artsit Bucky comes to see you graduate. Word Count: 2k

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Title: Trust and Scissors Collaborator: tisfan Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C2 - Sam Wilson/Falcon Ship: Sam & Bucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: drabble Summary: A short snip, post Endgame Word Count: 100

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Title: The Door Into Winter - Chapter 2 Collaborator: tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - Terrible Choices Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: fantasy AU, Narnia fusion Summary: In which Bucky is not kidnapped, and something Very Bad happens Word Count: 3062

[ao3feed-junhao]

by Reeeading

Minghao is sure he is allergic to cat. But, now; with him finally crossing path with his crush, Minghao might have dou – Scratch it! Minghao never doubt his allergy! . He might have just hated it ‘a-not-so’ little bit more. Yeah.

Words: 3062, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Xu Ming Hao | The8, Kim Mingyu, Lee Seokmin | DK, Wen Jun Hui | Jun, Jeon Wonwoo, Kwon Soonyoung | Hoshi, Lee Jihoon | Woozi

Relationships: Wen Jun Hui | Jun/Xu Ming Hao | The8

Additional Tags: Hybrids, 97 liners are best friends, so are 96 liners, Alternate Universe - High School

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Why Damian hates Parties.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BVjIw9C by rennato Admittedly Damian should have known not to drink something he had left unattended even if he were surrounded by his family (who just so happened to be vigilantes.) and even some people he considered to be friends, he should have known better. -- Damian gets poisoned. Words: 3062, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Finders Keepers (Batkids Age Reversal) (and more) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Batfamily Members (DCU), Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU) Relationships: Batfamily Members & Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent & Damian Wayne, (slight) Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Near Death Experiences, Poison, Batkids Age Reversal, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily is a Mess (DCU), Lex Luthor is Evil, for the plot, Damian Wayne-centric, Hurt Damian Wayne read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BVjIw9C

[catandbanana]

Cat and Banana Episode 3062 www.facebook.com/catandbanana

[raendown]

Pairing: MinatoMadara Word count: 3062 Soulmate au: The one where it is impossible for a person to physically injure their soulmate

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

Chapter 116: MinatoMadara

Having studied the Uzumaki sealing techniques extensively, Minato was absolutely sure that he should have been trapped within the belly of the Shinigami at this very moment rather than waking up in an sunny room with the window wide open and a pleasant breeze drifting across his face. Sitting up slowly revealed no gaping hole through his midsection where he was positive the Kyuubi had impaled him. Curious, suspicious, and incredibly wary, he peeled back the covers and slipped out of the hospital bed he had been tucked in to.

Whoever had put him here had dressed him in a sleep yukata of an incredibly outdated cut, something his own grandfather might have considered fashionable way back in his youth. It was thick and warm, however, even if he felt a little exposed without his uniform and weapons. A quick search of the room revealed his personal effects were not present, which was disappointing. Nevertheless, he had expected as much. It looked as though he would be exploring in the outfit he was wearing.

Peeking his head out the door revealed no one in the hallway so Minato crept out and made his way through the quiet hospital, which he now realized wasn’t quite as familiar as he’d first thought it to be. The walls were wooden with no plaster or paint. Beneath his feet the floors were not covered in vinyl or linoleum but were also crafted from wood so smooth it might have grown in that shape. Minato stepped lighter, more and more unsure of his location by the minute.

Several of the rooms he peeked in to were occupied yet he saw none of the traditional hospital equipment one would expect to find, no heart monitors or the new beds which had been installed recently with automatic controls to lift and lower the mattresses. Instead all he found were simple frames, most of them with archaic leather restraints still attached as though he had somehow stepped backwards through time. Overall the effect was creepy and he couldn’t wait to figure out where the hell this was so he could get back to Konoha.

Minato’s steps paused and his head thudded painfully in his chest. He leaned against the closest wall as he fought for air that seemed to disappear between one second and the next. Konoha. Until yesterday the thought of home had evoked thoughts of his loving wife and unborn child. Now all he could think of was how warm Kushina’s blood had been against his skin, how pale her skin had looked as she made her final goodbyes, how very small their child had been. If all had gone as planned then Naruto now had the demon fox sealed away within his belly and Kushina, spirits rest her soul, would have gone to her final rest.

He himself should have been sealed away as well and yet here he was having a panic attack in what appeared to be unfamiliar territory. Tightening the muscles in his jaw, Minato forced himself to get a grip. Breakdowns could come later. Right now he needed to concentrate on finding his bearings as well as locating both clothes and weapons.

Keeping his breathing tightly controlled, he pushed away from the wall and continued on down the hallway. When he reached the end and descended the stairway he found there it took him to a much more populated floor where he was forced to employ all the subtle skills of a good shinobi. He blended in to the shadows and disappeared, avoiding all human contact, making his way out of the building entirely undetected.

As soon as he stepped outside he found that the buildings tugged at his memory as well. It was almost as though he knew this place but it had been distorted somehow and he couldn’t quite put his finger on what the difference was or why he should recognize it. Blending in with the shadows still, he observed the citizens passing by and tried to identify his location using any clues they could provide; local fashion, skin tone, dialect, anything at all. What he discovered was that this village must have been frozen in time to still have some of these things so common amongst themselves and still be using such outdated modes of speech – but their accents were indisputably Fire Nation. Wherever he was, they should be his allies.

Minato was only just starting to calm down when he scaled the side of the hospital building he had escaped from and used the roof as a higher vantage point to observe from. What he saw from there made his heart freeze inside his chest.

The last time he’d checked, there had been three faces carved in to the side of that mountain.  

-

Looking back on the day he had arrived in the era of his forefathers, Minato was eventually able to laugh at himself for his old wild reaction to discovering that he had somehow fallen through time, although there were still times when he had to stop and sit down, almost unable to wrap his head around it all. Losing his family and everyone he knew in one fell swoop was a blow that took time to recover from. Amazingly, he did so with the help of the three founders of Konoha themselves.

Hashirama was the easiest to get along with, a boisterous enthusiastic man who on a good day was a welcome reminder of Kushina’s personality. While he didn’t quite have her fire or her penchant for getting in to trouble, he did have the same charmingly child-like wonder in his eyes when he looked out at the world around him.

Tobirama, though intimidating at first with his immovable stone face, became a greater friend than Minato could ever have imagined. He was incredibly knowledgeable about seals and jutsu theory – unsurprising considering he had invented many of the staple jutsu which would later be taught in the academy – and they whiled away many an afternoon in theoretical discussion so deep it sometimes baffled even Mito, an Uzumaki who had studied seals her entire life. Minato did tend to make himself scarce when Tobirama got that experimenting look on his face, though. He was smart enough not to get involved in any of that.

Although it baffled him as to why, it was Madara to whom Minato found himself most drawn of the three. The man had hardly been welcoming when they first met and it took quite some time before they warmed up to each other. Being friends with Madara was rather like herding a cat without trying to startle it or let it know what you were up to. Pinning him down to spend time with you was difficult enough and the moment he caught wind of the slightest sign of affection he was gone again as though he’d never been there. How Hashirama managed to catch him for so many hugs was a mystery when both Minato and Tobirama could move faster and neither of them managed to lay so much as a hand on him even just for a pat on the back.

But an aversion to touch wasn’t such an unusual habit for a shinobi in Minato’s own time, let alone now when they were only a few years past a generation’s long war, decades upon decades of trusting no one but your own family. So Minato didn’t think much of it until it had been three years to the day since he had arrived here and suddenly it was Madara seeking him out for once.

“Spar with me.” Long used to Madara’s abrupt ways, Minato hardly took offense to what might have sounded like a demand if he hadn’t know better. That right there was as good as a ‘please’.

 “Has little Kagami been bothering you to train with Tobirama again?” he asked. Madara snorted and brushed by him, allowing their sleeves to touch for the barest of seconds.

“I thought a distraction was in order.” And that, in Madara’s taciturn way of communicating, meant that he knew what day it was today and was trying to help the only way he knew how; he was trying to take Minato’s mind off of things by occupying his mind with a fight. Something deep in Minato’s chest fluttered with affection for this socially challenged human disaster.

Were he being truthful Minato could have admitted that he was actually doing just fine today. Getting over the loss of his wife and child had been hard, that was true, but knowing that Naruto was safe from harm and that Kushina had gone on to a better place meant that he had slowly been able to make his peace with where he was now. But he certainly wasn’t about to say any of that to Madara right now. To do so would ruin this rare opportunity of Madara seeking someone else out for a bit of human interaction and that was a chance too good to give up.

Together the two of them made their way towards the nearest training grounds with purposeful steps. Madara went everywhere with purposeful steps, never a fan of lackadaisical wandering. Upon reaching the field he immediately began to stretch, as all shinobi should before a training session, and Minato couldn’t help but admire the sight. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Madara spar with anyone other than Hashirama in the three years since he had arrived here, the Shodaime Hokage being the only person who Madara saw as a worthy challenge. Being allowed to watch was a great honor all on its own. Madara taking the initiate to ask him to partake was nearly beyond comprehension.

“Rules?” the Uchiha grunted. Minato blinked. It seemed he was being offered many honors today.  

“One point per connecting blow? First to ten points or to force their opponent to yield.”

“Acceptable.” Madara tilted his head to one side. “You are faster than Tobirama,” he noted.

Minato hesitated, not wishing to downplay his friend’s abilities but also incredibly proud of his adjustments to the hiraishin which had fascinated even their inventor himself. Eventually he admitted, “Some might say that.”

“I wish to test my skills against yours. Let us see which triumphs: your speed or my strength.”

Smiling at the formal speech cadences which still amused him on occasion, Minato agreed with a simple nod of his head. After finishing their stretches they stepped in to position and fell in to ready stances. Barely a single heartbeat had passed before Madara murmured for them to begin, bulling forward straight away for a frontal attack. Minato wouldn’t have made it to Hokage if he hadn’t been able to hold his own in taijutsu, however, and their clash ended in nothing more than several blocks and a couple of near misses.

They sprang apart again as it became clear that neither would gain the upper hand so easily. Strangely, Minato found himself reluctant to use his specially marked kunai so early in the game. He could have danced around the field faster than the blinking of an eye but he wanted to see how this would play out without such things first. Hopefully Madara would be up for round two afterwards so he could truly make an effort to impress.

He got the feeling rather quickly that Madara was feeling him out, ramping up the pace only gradually to test his abilities bit by bit, and the idea rankled. All three of the founding trio knew the truth of his story, they all knew that he been named the fourth Hokage of Konohagakure. There was no need to treat him like a child in training. A little insulted, it was him that threw the first jutsu. Madara dodged his now completed version of the rasengan, though only barely, and responded with a thin stream of fire that heated the air around them both. For a moment Minato thought he’d been hit but he felt no burns and spun back with a triumphant smirk.

Once they had both crossed in to that territory it was free reign, anything goes. Jutsu exploded at every turn yet never seemed to connect. Frequent bouts of taijutsu left them both frustrated as neither of them seemed able to land a blow. When Minato finally did feel something against his cheek he marveled that a titan such as Uchiha Madara could hit with so little force.

It seemed that Madara himself was also startled by how ineffectual his punch had been and the surprise of it was enough of a distraction that he left himself wide open. Minato took that opening on pure instinct, rearing back and putting the full force of his weight behind a blow straight to the center of Madara’s face.

Nothing happened. Both of them stood there blinking at each other, completely still, their fight having been paused by the harmless tap of Minato’s fist against Madara’s nose. What should have been a blow that sent him rolling across the field and shattered his nasal cavity had instead done nothing but squish the tip of his nose in to his face a bit. Minato frowned. He hadn’t held back at all, knew he’d felt the muscles in his body extend to make impact, and yet nothing had happened.

“Fascinating,” Madara rumbled under his breath.

“But I hit you,” Minato said, a little lost. His opponent titled his head to one side.

“It did not hurt.”

“Oh sweet kami.” Eyes widening, Minato dropped his arm at last and stumbled back. “But that would – you – you’re my soulmate.”

Madara reached up to rub his nose, somehow managing to make even that simple gesture appear regal. “Yes I rather thought that might be the case.” His words left Minato stiff with shock.

“You what!? You knew? How could you possible know?” He expected neither the extremely serious look that appeared in Madara’s eyes nor the way it would cause his knees to weaken. Considering how much effort it took just to become friends with the man, Minato had never allowed himself the chance to admire Madara as anything more. Suddenly it was all he could think of.

“I feel…myself around you. Had you not come in to our lives I think I should not have been as content in my days as I am now. One genial word from you brings to me a calm I had not felt since my brother’s death and I know that without your influence I could never have borne Tobirama’s presence in the village, could never have come to terms his actions.” Rather than look at all embarrassed by his words, Madara’s expression only intensified as he stepped forward. “You have effects on my person which I could only attest to one possibility; I knew you must be my soulmate.”

Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, like an echo of a past he was still working to leave behind, Minato thought he could almost hear Kushina’ voice whispering in his ear. Ridiculously, he was hearing her say ‘He’s so hot for you’. Which, admittedly, did sound like something she would say.

But he could also hear her whispering that it was time to move on and take a chance. Reaching for the future didn’t necessarily have to mean letting go of the past. He had loved his wife and he would always love the son for whom he had been willing to give his life but that didn’t mean he couldn’t let anyone else in to his heart – especially if that someone new happened to be his soulmate.

A surprisingly romantic soulmate, it would seem.

Forcing himself to take a deep, calming breath, Minato allowed his eyes to fall down and drag his gaze back up the length of Madara’s body, inch by inch, taking everything in while his thoughts rushed forward nearly as fast as his famed jutsu. His soulmate stood a mere foot away without any indication of closing the remaining gap, politely allowing him that choice.

“If I were to be honest,” he said slowly, “I never got the impression that you thought me more than tolerable.” Which, to be fair, was still quite an achievement when it came to the man in question. Madara lifted one eyebrow.

“Then I shall work to be more obvious about my affections in the future. I had thought myself to be perfectly clear.”

“You disappeared halfway through our conversation just three days ago without telling me what I had done wrong,” Minato pointed out. He received a quiet huff in response.

“When you spoke of your admiration for certain Kiri-wrought weaponry I left to bring you a piece from my own collection. Upon my return I discovered you were no longer present and I am not in the habit of chasing those who are so impatient as to not wait more than half a minute.”

Minato couldn’t help it; he smiled. “One of these days I’m going to help Hashirama trap you for a nice long conversation about polite social interactions.”

“No.” His tone was dark enough to scare small children but Minato had sharp eyes, he could see the minute twitch at the corner of Madara’s lips. He’d made the man smile! Well, his version of it, anyway.

“You don’t think I could do it?” He asked, sidling ever so slightly closer.

“Correct. Nothing could make me suffer through such ridiculousness.”

“Hmm. What if I let you hold my hand the whole time?”

As he spoke Minato reached out and slipped his fingers in to Madara’s palm, thrilled to see dark eyes widen in surprise. For someone as touch-starved as Madara, to hold hands probably seemed like an incredibly intimate action. And just as Minato suspected it rendered him completely immobile.

With both of their pasts taken in to account it was pretty much a given that the two of them would need to take baby steps as a couple exploring their new relationship. Looking at the hint of color rising up on Madara’s cheeks, however, Minato thought to himself that he was rather looking forward to it all. However he had ended up in the past didn’t truly matter. What did matter was the chance for happiness quite literally dangling at his fingertips.

He intended to take that chance.

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Running Home to You

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by Swim2520

For the first time in a long time, Kara felt like she could talk to someone who understood her. Yes, Eliza and Alex were both scientists, but Kara was genius level science. Sometimes, she even confused them. Not to mention, they were both focused on different things. Eliza preferred working in a climate-controlled lab and Alex did more field work than lab work at the DEO. Barry, on the other hand, could pick up a conversation with her in quantum physics.

Basically, the story where Barry and Kara live in the same universe and meet in college that no one knew they needed.

Words: 3062, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014), Supergirl (TV 2015), Arrow (TV 2012), Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Justice League (2017), Man of Steel (2013), Wonder Woman (2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kara Danvers, Barry Allen, Iris West, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Adam Foster, Joe West, Alex Danvers, Hank Henshaw | J'onn J'onzz, Eliza Danvers, Lucy Lane, Winn Schott Jr., Jimmy Olsen, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Mon-El (Supergirl TV 2015), Wally West, Jefferson "Jax" Jackson, Ronnie Raymond, Henry Allen, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Earth-19 Harrison "HR" Wells, Lena Luthor, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Adam Foster, Kara Danvers/Barry Allen, Barry Allen & Kara Danvers, Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak, Kara Danvers & Iris West, Kara Danvers & Team Flash, Barry Allen & Joe West, Barry Allen & Oliver Queen, Other relationships included in story

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - College/University, SuperFlash endgame

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