#He grows soft on him...very rare moment of killing machine being nice

[impracsoph]

Re-reading the script and it gets me a lil bit emotional when Quaritch slams the kill switch and releases Spider from hell.

[bonny-kookoo]

Catch it (JJK x Reader)💜☁️👽

💚 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

💚 Genre: Alien!AU, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut

💚 Warnings: Mentions of war, Reader is homeless, Jungkook is kind of clumsy, he hurts her accidentally sometimes, it’s never intentional though, slavery (in a sense), sweet boy Jungkook, no smut yet sorry haha PLEASE DON'T LEAVE I PROMISE ITS GOOD

💚 Summary: The world is literally ending. In a last effort to save earth, the race of Alcor demands humanities planet to be given into their care, as humans have been slowly killing the planet for way too long. But it’s humanity we’re talking about; they never give up without a fight. Even if they should.

Part of the Alien!Jungkook series!

Catch it | Hold it | Keep it | Save it | ???

  The world had officially gone to shit.

Now, that was hard to overlook at this point; with almost every street in utter ruins, every corner looking like the worst slums at this point. Humanity had lost the war they had started; and the Alcorian people had by now begun to get rid of everything, building up things from scratch, and planting new trees and other plants.

They were healing the planet, as they called it.

You'd always despised the ways your own race handled things in the past, but this time you'd genuinely thought they would do the right thing. When you'd seen it on TV, the Alcorian government speech, you'd been surprised. You didn't really know what to think of aliens if you'd ever been asked in the past, Alcorian people already known to be existent by the time you'd been in school still. Now, years after finishing and living a life of a sole survivor on the streets, you'd never truly took time to think about what kind of appearance they may had. But now you knew- and it was nothing like you would've ever thought.

From what you've seen and heard they were tall- and had much more physical strength than a regular human. Their eyes had cat-like pupils designed for their naturally long nights on their homeplanet, giving them a distinctive look. The most common color seen had been green or a very dark brown- light brown, beige, or blue eyes were a rarity. The carried themselves with a certain kind of confidence that wasn't overbearing or too pushy. They simply knew they had the upper hand.

Humanity had been simply stupid.

Or narcisstic, as you liked to call it. The government had just been too scared to have power taken away like a toddler who'd throw a fit if it was time to let someone else play with a toy. But this wasn't kindergarden, and no one was playing around.

"Do you need help?" He'd asked, and you kept your hood down low, careful not to show your face and reveal anything to the Alcorian standing close to you. He had a nice voice, you'd noticed, but the fear still crept into your bones from the very real possibility of him taken you away, just like everyone else at this point. The war had been over for a little over a month by now, and Humans were not seen that much anymore. Everyone kept themselves hidden, stories about humans getting snatched and sometimes even eaten keeping you up at night like a child afraid of the dark. "Hey- are you okay?" He asked again. Considering your very small height in comparison to him, he probably mistook you for an alcorian child, and wanted to take you somewhere safe. They were known to be protective of their family after all.

At his touch, you slowly backed away, as he grew more and more suspicious of you. His hand reached for your hood, and that was the exact moment you decided to absolutely book it, and run off.

Sadly, he wasn't at all dumbfounded by that, and you should've listened to that weird drunk guy some weeks ago telling you that Alcorian's were hunters- they loved to chase and run. And oh well, with legs like that, he totally had all odds in his favor. You're only chance of escaping was the backside of an old grocery store, old vending machines serving as a hiding spot for you every time you needed one. Your small body always fit right between the two large machines, giving you a sense of security. Not now however, as he almost ran past where you'd squeezed yourself in, hood now completely down as your face- and most importantly eyes- were exposed to be seen.

“You’re- Human!” He exclaims with wide eyes, cat like pupils contracting in shock as you squeeze yourself tighter against the wall behind you, vending machines providing a bit of distance between you and the Alcorian. He’s too broad, too tall to fit where you’re hiding, but his arm is long enough to reach you as he grabs your jacket, pulling on the fabric as if to force you out.

“No, leave me!” You demand, eyes squeezing shut as tears begin to gather. This was it; your chase was over, and this dude would be having you for dinner. Or not- you didn’t really know exactly what Alcorians did with humans after they captured them. All you knew was that you were already small for human standards- these beings were taller and stronger by nature already.

“Sto-Stop being so complicated-!” He gritted our, still pulling on your clothing to get you out of your hiding spot, grabbing a bit more for good measure. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? Why did he have to be so fucking strong? The gravel and dirt underneath your shoes made scratching sounds as he slowly but surely pulled you out of your spot, not letting you go even for a second, even as you'd tried to pry his hand off, scratching his skin and making him hiss. "There we- go!" He exclaimed, having gotten you out of your spot, holding you tightly against his chest as he held your wrists tightly, leg thrown over yours to keep you from struggling. You felt your tears fall down your cheeks, as you began to pathetically breath heavier, faster, huffing as you kept your eyes closed tightly. As if you'd wake up.

"Please don't hurt me." You whispered over and over pathetically, a begging tune to your voice as he simply.. hushed you? And wait, was that hand on your head.. petting you?

"There there.." He consoled, as if you were a scared cat he had to calm down. "I'm not gonna do anything okay?" He hummed, letting you calm down for a moment, before he spoke again. "I'm gonna let go of your legs now, okay?" He said, and you nodded with hesitation as he did just as he told you, slowly moving his leg, and softening the grip on your wrists as well. You stayed completely stiff in his hold, not daring to move as he continued. "You're not claimed." He stated, and you nodded again, not trusting your voice as you agreed to his statement. It was rare by now to find an unclaimed human just like that. Something in his jacket buzzed, making him groan a bit, before he slowly stood up. "I wish I had more time to make you feel a bit more comfortable but-" He started, before he pulled out a black.. collar? You instantly struggled again. He may looked nice, but he was an alcorian at the end of the day- you never knew what he'd do. "No no no please-" He desperately tried, looking around in frenzy as he held your hands again. "Look- its nothing bad okay? I just want to help you!" He urged on, making you furrow your brows at him. "I promise you, I really do- I'll take care of you okay? Just- trust me for a bit. You can decide after we took off okay?" He said, and you became a bit less hesitant.

"Take off where?" You asked, and he genuinely smiled at the fact that you spoke to him, before explaining.

"I'm taking you home with me." He said, and you grew uneasy again. "No, don't- don't look at me like that!" He whined, before he squatted down as if to make him seem less dangerous to you. "They're collecting. I've seen you around these parts for a couple of days, and I'd like you to have a chance of deciding where you want to be." He said, and you looked at him in question. But- as soon as he would claim you, you were his property. "I'm just going to put this on you for the duration of the flight, okay? I promise you, you can decide afterwards where you want to go. But we need to move now!" He urged, and you nodded. There was nothing keeping you on this rotting earth anyways, even though you'd still hoped to stay. He beamed at you, smile reminding you of a bunny as he carefully placed the collar around your neck, before taking your hand.

You whined a bit at his tight grip as he looked back, eyes contracting again at the sight of your angrily red wrists. He looked apologetic as he seemed to think, before he simply decided to pick you up instead, carrying you to wherever he was going. "Sorry, for uh.. I didn't mean to." He said, and you simply didn't answer, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you watched the familiar grocery store grow smaller the further away you went.

This really was the end, wasn't it?

"Little one?" A voice spoke, slowly awakening you from a nap you didn't even notice slipping into. You were still leaning against the body of that Alcorian guy who'd picked you up, warm body making you feel sleepy. You moved a bit to detach yourself, as you looked at him, for the first time in proper lighting.

He looked young but mature at the same time, with wide, brightly colored eyes. His dark hair was long and straight, while his face was slightly soft in its proportions. Lips pink and arched into a soft smile seemed to fit perfectly, just like the tiny beauty mark in the middle just underneath his lower lip. He was handsome.

"You can sleep in a second." He promised in a low voice, careful not to disturb other passengers as he looked out the window. "I just thought you.. might not want to miss this." He said carefully, unknowing if this would be a painful goodbye for you.

It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be.

You held onto his jacket a bit tighter as the shuttle roared to life, slowly gaining speed on the runway as it departed, earth and the city growing smaller, until clouds blocked the way. Jungkook watched you with a studying gaze, glad that he'd managed to get you onto the shuttle before departing. He'd found you a few weeks earlier, roaming the streets like a lost animal, as he studied you. You were nice and friendly towards other humans, and agile in escaping Alcorian police forces who searched the streets occasionally. Sharing food was never something you denied when asked, and he'd also watched with a hurting heart as your small amounts of belongings got stolen one night, leaving you with nothing behind.

He just.. had to do something.

Humans were always depicted as selfish creatures only knowing their own benefit, and he had to agree to a certain point; a lot of them were like that. It was understandable to a degree, but it also wasn't, considering that his race had only tried to help. They'd never intended to start a war.

"Whats your name?" You asked in a quiet voice, careful not to speak too loud, as he smiled at you.

"Jungkook." He replied. "Jeon Jungkook." He spoke as he tilted his head. "And yours?" He asked.

"Y/N." You answered, and he nodded.

"You can keep it, if you want to." He said, and you simply leaned into him, watching as you broke orbit, earth now far away. For some reason, you didn't know if you wanted to. There was no reason to keep it, if you were leaving your old life behind like that. He seemed nice, and friendly- a bit rough, but that was to be expected. For some odd reason, you didn't want to decide whether or not to stay with him or not. He'd claimed you, end of story. You didn't even notice that you had started crying until his hand began to run over your head again, shifting a bit to have you sit a bit more comfortably.

Maybe he wasn't so bad.

"And there we are." He exclaimed, setting you down for the first time after the flight once you'd both entered his living space. It seemed- oddly like a regular apartment, with rounded windows and furniture that looked similar to what you knew. You stood still, until he gently tapped your back a bit. "You can go explore a bit- I have to make a call real quick." He said, and you nodded, taking off your shoes before walking inside further, watching as Jungkook left to go into a different room. Alcorians and Humans were similarly developed and shared a lot of technology. It was surprising however how much alike but different at the same time things were. You went closer to the largest window, watching as cars sped by- or, where those planes? It wasn't easy to tell.

"A friend of mine will stop by in a moment." He explained from behind you, as he kept a small distance from you, as if to preserve your personal space. "Just to give you a quick check up." He said, and you grew a bit uneasy, as he suddenly tried to retract his statement. "You know, nothing bad! Just, you know, to make sure you're okay and in good health-" He said, before you spoke again.

"What.. Why am I here?" You asked, and his eyes widened at the realization on what you hinted at. The tips of his pierced ears grew a bit pink at that, as he scratched the back of his head.

"Not for that- promise, I'm not like that!" He said, before he sat down on his couch. "Like I said, I wanted to, you know, get you somewhere safe." He explained. "I work with.. a few friends. We're trying to help humans find compatible people here, to live with." He said, and you nodded, rather sitting down on the carpeted floor a bit away from him. You noticed however, how he said 'people', instead of owners. It made you feel less like a pet.

"So.. you're a rescue organization for.. humans." You stated, and he nodded.

"If you want to call it that, yes." He answered, before someone knocked at the door. You sat up a bit straighter at that, growing uneasy at the visitor. "Please stay calm okay? I promise he's a good guy." He said, before he left to open the door, another tall young Alcorian walking through the door after greeting him. He wore glasses, and his hair was a light sandy brown color, while his eyes looked dark. He spotted you and you slowly began to scoot backwards. Nop, the bag in this guys hands was clearly containing medical equipment, and you were not here for it. "Y/N- No, come back!" He called after you as you ran off to the nearest room, closing the door in a hurry as you frantically searched for a place to hide, choosing the underside of his bed as the perfect place. You could fit right underneath.

"..-rmal for her to react like that. They're usually scared." An unfamiliar voice spoke through the door. "Did you tell her why I would be here?" He asked, and the other voice you clearly by now deciphered as Jungkooks answered with a whine.

"I did, and she was fine with that!" He explained, before the door opened, voices now clearer. "Well, she was a bit scared but I thought that was normal." He admitted, as the stranger sat down near the door, Jungkook next to him as if to block your only way out. Jungkook tried to reach for you only to be held back by the other guy, making him whine at him. "Namjoon, I have to get her out of there!" He said, and the other guy, Namjoon, still pulled him back to sit down.

"You can't force her out like that.!" He scolded, and it got quiet after that for a moment.

You carefully peeked out from underneath the bed, only to be met with Jungkooks smile, and the strangers gentle face. You slowly crawled out of your hiding spot, still staying a safe distance away as you watched both warily. "Hello Y/N. I'm Kim Namjoon, I'm a medical practician majorly focusing on human health." He said, and you scoffed, making Jungkook look at you surprised. You seemed absolutely different from just moments ago with him.

"So you're a vet for humans." You simply said, and Namjoon merely chuckled.

"Feisty. But yeah, you can call it that if you want to." He answered, as you still kept your scowl. "So can you cooperate with me now, or will I have to use force?" He asked, and you became even more hostile, Jungkook stepping in.

"Namjoon no- we won't be using anything like that" He tried, but Namjoon didn't seem to listen as he watched you with an amused expression on his face.

"I'm not a pet." You stated, and Namjoon grinned.

"You're certainly behaving like one." He answered, and you scoffed again.

"Then you won't be too shocked that I will bite you." You said, and the man shook his head.

"You wouldn't be the first one. Your kind loves to be difficult." He said, and your expression got even darker, as Jungkook desperately tried to find a way to diffuse the situation.

"Is that why you like to have us for dinner?" You asked, and both of them looked at you with questioning eyes. "Or is it more fun to fuck us first and then use us as slaves?" You bursted out, standing up as Namjoon looked genuinely caught off guard.

"Is that what they say on earth?" He asked, and you huffed out at that, moving into the furthest corner of the room, needing space. "It definetely does explain the hostility." He mumbled to himself, as Jungkook stood up, walking closer to you, but stopping when you yelled at him to.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay right here." He said, sitting down on the floor a few steps away from you as you hugged yourself in a pathetic way to comfort yourself. This was all getting too much. "If you don't want him here, I'm going to tell him to leave, okay? We don't have to do this now." He said, and you looked between him and Namjoon, uncertain. You may didn't have to face it now, but you had to eventually, right?

"We don't do any of that to humans, by the way." Namjoon suddenly chimed in, as you looked at him. "It's true that humans are being claimed, but they are not forced to do that. Most do it to ensure their safety, others do it out of romantic reasons, and some do it for the thrill, yes." He said. "But no, we don't keep them as slaves, no, we don't use them just for sex, and we certainly do not eat them." He said the last part with an almost humorous expression as you grew shy.

Well, this was awkward.

"Can you stop being difficult now, and let me do my job?" He asked with a more gentle tone now, before you nodded. You didn't walk over to him, however, still not trusting him as you decided to instead crawl onto Jungkooks lap, who happily took you into his arms as you looked over his shoulder at Namjoon, almost as if to say 'fuck you'. "You know, he won't always be there to-" He started, but Jungkook turned around as if offended.

"I will!" He said, holding you like a precious toy he'd just been gifted. "I mean- if she want's to." He mumbled, before Namjoon moved closer, shaking his head with a smile as he started to take your temperature first.

It somehow felt as if he was belittling you. But for some reason, that was okay in some way, considering his bright smile every time he did it. It felt a bit weird at first, but now, after a few days, you felt almost at home with him. You didn't think about earth much, not wanting to spoil your mood while you were with him for that matter.

You were growing a bit more independent day by day however.

Still with his collar wrapped around your neck, since you wouldn't be allowed to roam the streets without one without getting stares left and right, you stopped at a grocery store.

Before leaving today, you had your first fight with the Alcorian.

"I'm not trying to keep you obedient Y/N, I'm trying to protect you!" He explained, trying not to get too riled up as he knew this could scare you.

"But you do! I can't do anything by myself, you're always hovering over me!" You said, and he looked at you in disbelief at that.

You felt so bad, still.

Now more than ever, as you were walking through isle after isle, every word more complicated than the next it seemed. You'd learned some words by now, but most were still a challenge- making it impossible for you to work things out by yourself without probably making a fool of yourself.

You left the grocery store after realizing you couldn't even pay for stuff since he was the one with the money, and it made you feel frustrated. You squatted down near the entrance, calling Jungkook pathetically.

"Little one? Are you okay?" He asked, as if you didn't just fight minutes ago. You sniffled, and he became even more concerned. "Are you still at the grocery store? I'm coming, just wait-" He said, as you chuckled a bit.

"I'm fine Jungkookie I just.. I'm sorry." You explained, as you heard a door close on the other side of the line. "I was horrible to you." You said, but he cut you off.

"Let's talk when I'm there, okay?" He said, and you agreed, waiting for him patiently, trying to ignore the stares and looks you got, some Alcorian kids even pointing at you before getting scolded by their parents.

"I'm sorry." You said immediately as his figure approached you, already opening his arms to welcome you in his hug. "It was uncalled for, I was so mean, please don't hate me-" You said into his chest, as he chuckled.

"What're you doing little one?" He asked with a gentle smile as he looked down on you.

"Apologizing?" You said, and he smiled.

"I know, I'm familiar with that concept." He said, before continuing. "I mean, why? You were just stating your opinion on things." He said, and you felt even worse now.

"But I was mean, and rude to you! I shouldn't be so ungrateful, after all you've taken me in, you let me live with you, you provide me food and shelter, you keep me safe-" You began, as he chuckled again, ruffling your head.

"I do that because I want to. I'm responsible for you." He said, and you nodded.

"I'm sorry." You said again, and he continued smiling. "I managed to find some stuff like flour and Milk, but-" You started, as his eyes widened in wonder.

"You could read that?" He asked in disbelief, as you nodded.

"Yeah, but that's about it. I only picked up on a few words like caramel and stuff-" You explained, as he suddenly squeezed you into his arms, making you whince a bit at his strength. He immediately let go at the sound.

"Sorry sorry, it's just- whoah, my little human is so smart!" He said, genuinely excited over the mere fact that you could read a few words. "It took Taehyung Months to learn a couple of phrases, and here you are, already reading on your own!" He said, and you chuckled a bit at that. Taehyung was a human claimed by Namjoon and his partner Seokjin, who also had a second human by the name of Jimin. You'd met them for a bit prior, but hadn't had a true conversation with them yet. "Lets go then." He said, taking your hand into his as he walked into the store again with you.

Jungkook had slowly learned to hold your hand less tightly than he would usually do, his strength the reason for almost all of Namjoons visits to your now shared home. He didn't mean to hurt you, but it happened occasionally- and you always forgave him. He couldn't help it, and it was almost sweet to see him so upset over it straight after.

"Thats almond milk, right?" You asked, pointing at a carton with a label you thought said the words 'almond milk' on it. Jungkook beamed almost proudly.

"Yep!" He exclaimed, as he kept a hand on your back, a more comfortable gesture to show you he was by your side than holding hands. It was less likely for him to hurt you that way accidentally. "Let's get you something sweet too." He said with a smile, as you smiled back- for the first time, completely comfortable.

"Jungkook?" You asked hesitantly, as you walked up behind the couch, making him turn around.

"Hm?" He wondered, turning the TV volume down lower. "What is it little one?" He asked, as you suddenly placed a couple of papers down onto the small table in front of him. He took them wordlessly, before he suddenly jumped up, head thrown towards you as his eyes were wide open, catlike pupils staring at you as they glazed over. "You-how-" He stuttered, as you swayed on the spot a bit shyly.

"I talked to Namjoon about it the other day. He helped me get all the paperwork stuff done since I can't read much still.." You said, and Jungkook walked over to you, picking you up as he twirled you both around, making you giggle.

The bold letters on the front page clearly reading;

'Official documents for legal human ownership.'

You wanted to be his.

"Do alcorians kiss?" You randomly asked one day, laying on Jungkooks lap as he suddenly looked down towards you.

"We- uhm.. we do." He said, before swallowing the piece of sweets he was eating. "Why- why do you ask?" He wondered, and you simply shrugged.

"I kinda want to kiss you." You said.

And he almost choked.

[kylosgenesis]

Teardrops on Fire

Synopsis:

Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.

Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.

What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.

warnings: quick mentions of minor character deaths, A/B/O dynamics

Chapter 1: No longer children

The nights in the outskirts were loud, filled with crickets, and nature! The smell of the woods is all she'd ever known, her mom was exiled from the pack when she was pregnant with her, but only a select few knew of her existence. Those who did, protected her mom out of respect. She was kind and strong, she brought her daughter up on her own in a harsh, and desolate part of the woods. Still within pack territory, but at least an hour journey on car. Following the waterfall all the way to the bottom creek where the water came to a halt, and the cascade fell into a peaceful flow, That’s where she called home. There was only just an abandoned hunting cabin back then, but her mom rebuilt it with bloodshed, and tears. For a long time she managed on her own!

Winnifred Barnes was a kind woman, the only other person she'd ever known, Winnifred was a beta from the same village her mother came from. Every so often she would sneak out of the village, and travel down unto the creek with supplies, and fresh bread to deliver to them. She barely saw her, but her favorite memories involved her. She had a son, his name Was James, but he hated being called James. He went by Bucky.

~15 years ago~

“Here fishy fishy, I’m a friend” she'd had taken out a fish trap to the creek and spent the entirety of the morning watching fish just swim by her feet as they neatly avoided the trap she'd set up “ fishy, fishy please come “ she'd sighed in frustration! Whenever her mom came to the river, she made it look so effortless. She would just sing, and it was like animals wanted to be surrounded by her presence! It never took long for them to catch dinner and return home. “ Maybe it's because you're scaring the fish away with all the talking and paddling your making!” Bucky said with a smirk!

~flashback end~

Looking back, that was her first memory of Bucky. He was older than her. Maybe 12 at the time. He didn't let that stop him from being her friend. He taught her to fish that day! She went home with three small trouts and some catfish. she was stoked to show her mom the progress she'd made! She knew her mother often worried about her. She was alone, but Bucky brought a spark of life and joy into her life, she couldn't quite comprehend.

Years went by like that! She saw Bucky almost every week! He taught her everything she knew now!

They hunted together! Fished! Started fires!

They could spend hours around the woods within their own imaginations. She'd pretend that the king of the forest had kidnapped her, and hide! Bucky would use his tracking skills to find her! He was always the knight in shining armor, and they'd be gone for hours within our own world. As she grew older, she knew his interests would one day shift!

They stopped playing like kids, his body began to change, and her body did too. She no longer imagined the trees were magical , and she was a princess! Bucky no longer was the knight to the rescue! The world started to become more real, and her childlike imagination faded! Along with her favorite memories of Bucky.

It was the day of her tenth birthday! Winnifred showed up with a delicious tart, she was so exited when she heard her voice from across the cabin, her little heart nearly burst with excitement as she raced to meet her. Her happiness faced as she noticed Bucky was not with her! He hadn't come!

He had presented an alpha! He had officially grown up and had a different mindset now, he'd have duties and would soon start his own life. His days without responsibilities were over, He had a new life and had to to help take care of a pack now!

She had cried all day that day, her mom could tell she was inconsolable! Once again she was alone! Her only friend was gone, and it was just the two of them once again! She knew Bucky wasn't dead, but as the years went on without him it was like she was dead to him!

They saw Winnifred one a month at least, sometimes Rebecca, Bucky’s younger sister was with her. As Rebecca grew she too presented! She was a beautiful beta, it didn't take long for her to find a role and love within the pack.

Two years after Bucky stopped visiting had passed, and she was once again alone! She didn't know much about the people from the village, but Rebecca painted beautiful stories with her words about her friends and the guy she wanted to be mated to.

She used to fall asleep to her stories, and would imagine what they were all like! How Bucky was doing? what if she was there? What did being in love feel like?

Secluded from the world she loved books! They were her escape into any world she could wanna be in. As she grew older hunting became less fun, and more of a necessity! Her mother was growing older and weaker, she could see the strain that household tasks did to her body. She no longer sang when she cooked, the piano she used to play sat in the corner untouched, only collecting small specks of dust. Her life, just seemed monotone to her. Wake up, live, repeat! it was like she gave up living, while still being very alive! Losing a mate would often take a physical toll on the body, as well as an emotional one. She had noticed that when her mom lost her Pa, she lost half of herself along with him! She tried to be strong, but without a bond your body starts to become frail! Winnifred said her mother used to light the whole pack with her smile and kindness! She was so beautiful there wasn't a day she didn't have fresh flowers from prospects at her door, and that was long before she presented a as a beta.

She began to take responsibility for housework, gardening, and making sure there was protein on the table. In our household nothing went to waste! We used furs for shoes and clothing, Winnifred had been kind enough to donate us her old sewing machine once she was able to afford a new one.

Coming home from the lake after a long day of fishing, she tucked her old leather boots near the door. They were a couple of seasons old and needed to be reinforced with a new leather, but they were the best she could do with the nearly approaching winter season. Tossing the bucket full of freshly caught trout on the kitchen sink. She took the scales and bones out before neatly placing the fish on the freezer. It wasn't much, but it was enough to last through the harshest part of winter season. They still had a few months to prepare, but she didn't want to be caught off guard. Hunting big game was next on the list, they'd have enough to get them safely though.

After dinner they sat down near the fire! Her mom reminisced about her friends when she was young, and her father. Specially how much she loved him! You knew he was a good man, but it was no secret he had a temper, and a hard time taking orders. It was because of him you guys were banished! Her mom never wanted to talk about what happened, or how he died! She knew it must've been something bad. Despite everything they were lucky to be allowed within pack territory. Being outside a marked territory was very dangerous, and not many could survive the cruel nomad packs that would kill, steal, and rape any wondering females outside of a protected territory.

That night as she laid in her small bed. She looked to my side to see a hoodie. It was so small now! It used to belong to Bucky. She vividly remembered him giving it to her! One day, it got too dark, too soon! The walk back to the small cabin became straining to her small body. Bucky offered his hoodie to provide an extra layer of warmth. It still smelled like him! He smelled of pine and firewood with hints of fresh morning rain, his scent was comforting! Still to this day she couldn't let go of the thought of him.

Little did she know that would be the last time she saw Bucky!

That flashback brought her comfort, and soon sleep overcame her. Waking up the next morning felt as if she'd hunted an entire season, and hadn’t rested a second. Her hips were screamed for her to stay in bed longer, head spinning, and fluttering stomach, she pushed it all aside! She rose up to get herself some water, the thought of a nice warm tea with some fruits and maybe some nuts already alleviated her body, and caused her to salivate at the thought of relief.

As she walked into the kitchen to see her mothers usually tender eyes, She saw the opposite! Her mothers tender smile and eyes had fallen! Her eyes became filled with tears as she dropped her mug. Ignoring her aching body, she ran to comfort her in a hug! She hadn't seen her mother cry often, but at this very moment she sobbed, and looked at her in disbelief! It wasn’t tears of pride, it was pain that filled her words. She knew it was coming! They had hoped when the day came, she'd present as a beta, just like her mother! Her mother was apologizing with her soft sobs and tears. She had brought an omega into the world, the implications of being an omega without status or protection meant that a bad heat could kill her! Or a wandering cruel alpha could hurt her and claim her if I wasn’t careful.

This changed everything! She was an omega!

Bucky Barnes POV:

Bucky stepped out of his pickup truck. His hair was getting too long to handle, but he hadn’t had the time to get it cut. He had been away from the pack for what felt too long. He missed his mother’s cooking and the mead that Natasha's pub brewed fresh every morning. He couldn’t wait to shower, and become one with his bed.

Steve had entrusted him with a supply run for winter. Blankets, medicine, extra food and anything that could be used to fix an electric grid in case the power went out like the last few times. The village was nowhere near desolate or old, but the decline in births and the battles against other packs had left their village vulnerable.

Steve was his best friend! he had inherited the title of the pack leader from his father. He was caring, and would do anything in his power to keep his pack safe and prevailing! Bucky was only a year older than Steve! Growing up with him was the best childhood he could ever imagine. Steve’s father wasn’t as kind as forgiving as Steve was! Steve would often fall victim to his fathers outburst. His father needed a strong healthy Alpha heir, and Steve was small and often sickly.

His dad often reminded him he would never be a leader, and he probably wouldn’t make it past his fist designation season. When his father died ten years ago, little did he know that in only one summer that boy would tower over the pack at 6’5 and had the strongest and most intimidating glare a leader could have! What made him a leader was he had the heart, he was still that scrawny little kid on the inside, but with a giant heart.

Steve had fallen into his role as an alpha so naturally. He made sure everyone was taken care of! He took care of the widows! He made sure that the sacrifices their husbands made to protect the pack wouldn’t be in vain! He’d deliver wood and food from those supply runs Bucky would often make before every winter season. Steve and him were also 2 of the 4 teachers in the village. Wanda and Sam would take turns with the students as they tended to their own families as well. But Bucky knew that Steve was in a hard position, omegas were becoming rarer and rarer. The few omegas in the pack were already mated long before Steve presented. And the few unmated betas had difficulty getting pregnant. Less than 20 kids had been worn in the last 15 years, and that worried Steve! Their pack was declining in numbers and was soon gonna become vulnerable to invasion.

Bucky was grateful that his role as Steve’s right hand man was less straining than Steve’s. He was more of a warrior than a leader. He patrolled, and defended the pack from intrusions. He was the best hunter the pack had. Steve teased him about never crossing his way when he was on a mood, but he just loved the woods. He liked the calm! It reminded him of a simpler time, a time with her! He often wondered, how she was doing?

After he presented he had to leave behind all those childhood memories, it often hurt him to think of her. She was special, and kind. She must’ve been so hurt when he stopped coming over. When his mom first made him come with her to the outskirts to visit a friend, he had been so angry at his mom for not letting him stay over at Steve’s.

Seeing her near that creek trying to lure fish in by talking to them, he knew he’d never be the same! He assumed the role of a mentor in her life. He's spent years teaching her how to hunt and fish, and the best ways to start a fire, they even competed on who could hunt the biggest game. She was a little less than half his age, but she had a fire to her. They were equal in the woods and you couldn’t tell her otherwise.

Then one night they hunted for too long! Night came, the sky opened up to rain, the temperatures dropped; he could tell she was starting to grow tired. The hair around her face became wet, and her lips were quivering. She smelled different than she usually did, It was delicious and intriguing to him! She smelled of coconut and honey, but with small delicious hints of lavender.

He couldn’t pinpoint why he was able to smell her that night, but after driving home he was met with waves of pain and rage. Like he needed to run away, and stay locked in at the same time! That night he presented as an alpha! He realized the world smelled different now and everyone had a distinct smell. But nothing or no one has yet to ever smell as good as she did that night. He was scared of himself; he was an adult alpha now.

Looking back on the memories of her, he thought she’d probably be a lot older now. She probably wouldn’t even remember him. He was not a 16 year old boy anymore he had the battle scars and beard to prove it.

After delivering the supplies around the village and finishing his patrol, he drove home! His house wasn’t fancy or big, it was enough for him to just lay down, and occasionally read or watch some tv.As he pulled up into his muddy driveway, he saw his mom's car, it wasn’t weird for him that his mom was in his house. She often came around to do some cleaning, and drop off some warm food for him when she knew he’d be back from a long day.

When he entered his home there were two scents, his moms, and a scent he hadn’t smelled in ten years. It was her mom, but what was she doing here in his house with a look of pain on her face? Winnifred motioned him to sit down! Her mother looked older, she’d grown weaker since he last saw her. She also smelled different, but it wasn’t her smell! He could scent her, her smell was mixed with her mother’s, but still ever so lovely and potent. There was something scaring him about your smell though.

As to confirm his suspicions his mom met his confused gaze, and confirmed what he already suspected from that hint of her lingering smell. Bucky could barely breath, he felt like he'd received a punch to his gut.

She’d presented!

She was an omega!

He had to let Steve know! It was his duty to let Steve know of this omega, she could save the pack. She was the first unmated and fertile omega in the pack in the last 25 years. To keep her hidden would be a crime against the pack. Steve needed her, he deserved to have this happiness.

Then why did it hurt Bucky so much to give up this Omega?

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CALL ME TRIXIE

PAIRING: Jack Thompson x reader

WORD COUNT: 1805

A/N: I’m so sorry I took so long to write this! As you can see I got a little too inspired and it’s one of the rare times my “one shots” exceeds the 1000 word norm. I absolutely love this concept, so thank you nonnie! I hope I’ve done it a little justice.

PROMPT:

“Nice slap.”

“Kinda hurt”

“Want me to kiss it better?”

WARNING: Like one swear word

MASTERLIST

The corridor is small, dimly lit and sketchy looking. A corridor that went on forever. The facility was an underground base used during the war; he could tell by its heavy security, thick steel doors with locks that were purely meant to keep anything and everything out. It was surely once occupied by military intelligence. The narrow corridors remind him of his time at the navy, respectfully greeting senior officers through passages similar to this. 

Forcefully shoving his navy days to the back of his mind, Jack shifts his gaze towards Peggy momentarily, striding by her side; she keeps her head forward, chin up, heels clicking with confidence. “Who’s the pilot?” he draws out coyly. Her gaze finally lands on his, an eyebrow raised.. “You’ll see her in a while.”

Her? Jack was certainly not expecting that. 

What seemed to be a hundred yard walk in, passing doorway after doorway, the two agents finally met an entrance, huge steel doors but bigger than the ones before, leading towards a somewhat wider space. He can tell it’s an aircraft hangar,  dimly lit, sketchy and there’s a damp scent coursing through the air. It sends nerves throughout his body, unusual to Jack. 

The air began to feel tense and Peggy seems to sense this, turning to him once more with an assuring look. Jack merely nods; for the first time, he wants to put his full trust on her. There was an unspoken agreement between the two, an understanding that it was only possible for this mission to turn out successful if they worked in tandem. As a team.

Moving through the steel doors, the pair emerged into a vast aircraft hangar. The structure was empty, clearly abandoned after the end of the war; like a hollowed out steel turtle shell. In the far corner, the sight of a single magnificent flying machine, an ivory jet glowing in all of its glory. He hasn’t seen one in awhile. 

By the nose of the aircraft, stood a figure, a lady in particular. You wore a leather jacket, flight helmet in hand as you waved blissfully. Your smile was particularly warm under the fluorescent glow of the hangar’s interior. Bright-eyed lady with a pretty smile, you were certainly something else.

“Hiya, Pegs.” your voice rang and echoed through the hollows of the empty hangar, once they neared the fly girl. Peggy grins at you, saying your name in a wistful manner; it’s apparent the two of you were close. You hadn’t seen each other since VE day. 

Wanting to desperately bring your dear friend into an embrace, you push that thought away for the sake of professionalism. Taking notice of the blonde man who was lurking just a little behind your best friend, you recognize him as Agent Jack Thompson. A cocky and ignorant man he was. His gaze was stoic yet it shone with curiosity and suspicion.

“So, this is the famous Jack Thompson.” 

“He sure is.”

Jack eyes the two women as he began to feel a little smaller by the second under your lingering shameless gaze. He arched a brow as he watched the growing smirk upon your lips.

“Well, at least the view is nice,” you say slyly with bright eyes still on him and his knees nearly gave out there and then. 

Peggy lets out a strangled short laugh, starting him by your sudden forwardness; it sends his cheeks into a rosy shade of red. Sure, Jack has met women who were forward when flirting yet you were so much more different than any woman he’d ever met. He coughs a little, clearing his throat. He was certainly caught off-guard. He really doesn’t know why you’re making him feel this way. 

As you watched him regain his composure, you reached out your free hand. “The name’s Y/N but you can call me Trixie. The fly boys used to call me just that.”

Jack merely cocks an eyebrow, eyes shifting between your beaming face and your outstretched hand before finally taking yours in his. Your grip was firm, palm rough and the mere feeling of your touch does something to him. Jack admits he has a soft spot for pretty women like you; confident, tough and a little disheveled and to think you were going to accompany him on this mission alone, you might as well be the death of him. 

~

“You nearly got us killed,” you hear him say exasperatedly and you want to strangle him. He was certainly not helping with the situation. “Well, at least we're alive aren’t we?” you snapped back with annoyance, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you lifted the cowling of the plane, fully expecting the sight of a smoked and wrecked engine. To which you were unfortunately right; clouds of smoke began to arise from the whirring engine, filling your lungs. Quick coughs began to erupt, escaping from your lips as you stumbled back in your step, turning towards Jack who shot you a bewildered and slightly mortified look. 

Cute, but mostly annoyingly charming.

“Looks like the engine’s busted,” you mumble under your breath, poking your closer to the engine with furrowed eyebrows. This was certainly not the first time the jet had broken down since the war yet it had seen better days. It doesn’t help that the two of you are alone, stranded in an empty field in Wyoming. Your eyes flickered momentarily towards the trail of flattened grass from the hurried landing as the plane skidded across the field, heart sinking at the thought of the possibility of not being able to fly legally any longer once the SSR finds out about this accident. Then, you hear Jack nearing you, voice raised and you want to roll your eyes. “Busted? Jesus fucking Christ, I did not sign up for this. We’re stuck-”

“Hey, sweetcheeks,” you snapped, eyes burning at him in sheer annoyance. They were pretty. You’re nearing him now, cheeks stained with black smudges. You smell nice, and smoky. “Neither did I. So, quit whining and help me get a screwdriver from the cockpit, would ya?” you said crisply and Jack gulps, stomach flipping in a somewhat pleasant way. And his cheeks are turning crimson when he realizes that you just called him sweetcheeks; his mother used to call him that. He watches you cock an eyebrow, hands now on your hips. Right, he hasn’t said anything yet. “You’re kind of scary, you know?”

Your glare softens at his response and before you know it, a sudden and welcome peal of laughter erupts from you, the widest smile upon your lips. He finds himself naturally drawn to your smile, now beaming down at you. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say smoothly, reaching out to nudge him with your fisted hand. “But I really do need you to get that screwdriver while I take care of this baby’s engine,” You winked, wiping your forehand against the smudge on your right cheek and he feels his heart stutter. Jack feels like a schoolboy and he isn’t sure what to make out of it.

Yet, you’re bright and beautiful and he really doesn’t mind it.

~

With a turn of the ignition, the whirring sound of the ivory jet beginning to come alive echoes through the green fields; a painful sound to your ears as the engine fails to start after three consecutive hours of poking at a hunk of mess and metal. With a sigh, you climbed out of the cockpit.

“Maybe, it needs a kick for a head start,” you hear Jack say sheepishly from behind. You turned to him quizzically, an eyebrow raised. “Kick?” 

He shrugged, rather nonchalantly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “More of a slap.”

A dry laugh escapes your lips as you begin to shake your head in denial. “Uh, I don’t think so, sweetie. No one’s going to be kicking or slapping this baby here- HEY!” you crowed at the sudden sight of Jack sprinting towards the nose of the plane, palms smacked hard against the cowling and your heart nearly shatters.

Then, you hear the lovely whirring sound of the engine.

You stare at the jet for a moment, hands on hips with a hint of a smile upon your lips. You never knew that would work.

“Nice slap,” you breathed, sheer relief coursing through your body. Your gaze now on him as you watch him busily caress his right palm. “Kinda hurt,” there’s a slight scowl on his lips, your grin widens. “Want me to kiss it better?” wide eyes snapped up to yours, cheeks burning red and clearly flustered. You want to laugh. 

After a few moments of Jack trying to keep a steady breath whilst figuring out what to do with his hands, he finally decides to shove them in his pockets once more. He clears his throat, expression neutral yet you caught a hint of a small smile. ”Your welcome.”

It was your turn to blush.

~

Wind in your hair, you smile at the sight of Peggy making her towards you. She waves as you try to smooth down your now tousled hair. “So, I’m assuming he was somewhat tolerable since he is in fact very much alive,” the woman says calmly, a smile playing upon her lips. You let out a small chuckle, clutching your leather flying helmet tighter towards your chest. “He wasn’t so bad,” you mutter, eyes skirting across the expense of the abandoned hangar where a scatter of SSR agents stood by their Fords. You see Jack, golden hair shimmering in the low light as the sun began to set, hands in his pockets as he spoke to another agent with an elbow crutch. You’re assuming that was Daniel Sousa, the one Peggy talked about often enough for you to know she was downright in love with the man yet refuses to admit it. 

His blue eyes met your gaze as soon as he turned around, hand in the air as he waved with a smile so genuine you were afraid you’d never see that from a man like him. Jack was so serious for the majority of the time you’d spent with him yet his usual cold demeanor was no were to be seen at that very moment. You hesitantly wave back, flashing a small smile. Despite the distance, you’d managed to catch on the wink he’d sent you before turning on his heel as Jack casually walked away. Peggy on the other hand has an eyebrow raised as her gaze shifts between her colleague and her best friend. The gesture was enough to send your cheeks into a rosy shade of red. For the first time in a long time, your heart leaps in a way you never thought it would. 

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*Reader is Aldo's daughter

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The OSS was sending a new member to help the basterds. After losing Andy Kagan, Simon Sakowitz, and Michael Zimmerman...they needed some help. Even if they didn't want to admit it, and even if it was practically a slap in Aldo's face...they did need it. "General says it's a goddamn marine." Hirschberg rolled his eyes, "Who the fuck said we needed a marine?!" Donny muttered, "Ain't they all supposed to be in the Pacific anyway?" Aldo shook his head, "This one's been in an elite team apparently, but the OSS is moving the kid over here." "What's thekid’s name anyway?" Aldo shook his head, "All the general said was we'd know the kid when we saw....aw shit..." He stopped in his tracks, and started running through the trees, to reach the edge of the forest. "Y/N?!" Hugo turned around, and narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Y/n..." He'd heard that name before. They all had, once or twice. "Y/n...ain't that..." Hirschberg trailed off, shaking his head. Donny nodded, "Aldo's kid..." Wicki shook his head, "What? It can't be..." Then, you saw your dad barreling toward you, and you shook your head, and called out in the exact intonation as him, "Aw shit!" Omar raised his hands in exasperation, "Well...it has to be." Aldo was very conflicted and confused. He loved you more than he could ever say, but..."What the hell are you doin' here?! I TOLD YOU TO STAY HOME. YOU LEFT YOUR MOTHER AND JUNIOR ALONE?! WH-" You chuckled and remarked, "Nice to see ya too, pops." As confused and now...scared...as he was, he couldn't help but smile a little when you said that. He sighed, "I...I went to war so you'd be safe, Y/n. I don't understand...I wanted you to stay home..." "Well I didn't." He smiled again, and nodded, "Your ma does say you're too much like me." He shook his head, "How did she take it, by the way?" He smirked, already knowing the answer. "Well she ain't very happy with either of us, pop." "And..." You chuckled, "Junior? That boy can't wait for you to get home. He's gettin’ taller. I figure he be damn near a foot taller than me by the time we get home." "A foot taller than you? He's only twelve!" "Fifteen in a week now, pops." You laughed, and Aldo did too, though his heart sank. As he looked at you, he wondered where the years had gone. Aldo distracted himself by introducing you to your new team, "You heard of Hugo?" You smirked, "Everyone's heard of Hugo Stiglitz. Even in the Pacific. He's like a goddamn ghost story." Hugo smiled slightly for a moment, and Aldo nodded and introduced you to the last basterd, "And this here's Wilhelm Wicki." Wicki reached his hand out to yours. You smiled, and for some reason, you felt the need to hold on to his hand for  a moment longer than needed. When you saw his smile, and the light in his eyes, you knew he didn't mind so much. Not all the basterds were as welcoming. First of all, Aldo was your dad, and like all dads, he was probably going to be overprotective. Then, the basterds had doubts about girls like you being on the front lines. And finally...you were a goddamn marine. But, they masked all these concerns, and voiced them in the oldest basterd tradition: mid combat. "Y/N'S JUST A KID!" Donny called out over the machine guns firing at them as he ran past Aldo, trying to convince him. "Y/n just took down four gunners with one bullet." Wicki grinned smugly, crossing his arms, as silence from the enemy rang in their ears. Aldo turned quickly, and spotted you, as you jumped down from a tree branch, and tucked your rifle away. He looked back at Donny, and every other basterd who had some grievances about their newest teammate. "Yeah, but she's my kid," He chuckled as he wiped blood away from his knife, "And the apple don't fall far from the goddamn tree." "Yeah but..." "Hey Wicki!" You marched over to him, and everyone looked. "Shit, you hurt your hand?" You took his hand, and poured your water over the deep gash. His hand flexed as the cut stung. Aldo looked at the gawking basterds, and rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright. Showtime's over. Get me some goddamn scalps." Chuckling and remarking, they all slipped away. Aldo did too, but...he kept an eye out. Wicki was the only one that never had anything snide to say about you...and that made Aldo a little suspicious.  He watched from (what he called) a distance, as you poured sulfanilamide on his hand to stop the bleeding, and momentarily rushed off to grab something to bandage it up with. Aldo took that as his cue. He didn't waste any time. He knew a lovestruck idiot when he saw one. He was old enough to know. "If you ever so much as touch Y/n, I will kill you, ya hear me, boy?" Wicki gulped, "Come on, Aldo. It's me... You know me, I'd never." "I'm old, Wicki, but I ain't stupid." Aldo sighed, and his voice eased up a little, "She's all I got out here. And if anything ever happened to her," Aldo trailed off, as his voice became soft, like only a father's could. Wicki smiled a little, getting a lock at Aldo's rare soft spot. Rare, and fleeting. Aldo's hand grazed over his knife, and he muttered, "I'd kill whoever was goddamn responsible for hurtin' my kid. Purple heart, or a heartbreak, same in my eyes when it's down to her. So don't go puttin' us all in positions we don't wanna be put in, understand?" Wicki stammered a little, and nodded, "Yes sir." Aldo nodded once with stern eyes. Not like a lieutenant, but like an over protective father who said he'd kill, and meant it. You rolled your eyes when you came back, "Don't listen to him," You muttered something only Aldo could have taught you, as you wrapped Wicki's hand up as best as you could. Wicki's eyes widened, with a slight relieved smile, as he was no longer alone and open for Aldo to attack. "You heard all that?!" "Oh come on now, if there's one thing the old man can't do is whisper." Wicki laughed, though he was unsure, "But, he-" You kissed Wicki right then and there, and smiled softly, "I can keep a secret if you can." You both looked at each other with identical, sly grins, and loving eyes. So, you did keep that secret. For a long time. One day, the basterds had traveled across nazi occupied France for their newest mission: Operation Kino. The next day, they'd be meeting up with a British soldier named Archie Hicox. They were staying in a relatively decent hostel run by the resistance, everyone got their own room. Compliments of the OSS (and the fact that you were all in a suicide mission). Omar and Hirschberg went around to each of the basterds' rooms, asking around for extra cigarettes. But they didn't know how to knock, apparently.

They found the cigarettes alright...but you and Wicki were smoking them, in bed.  "OH SHIT!" Both Hirschberg and Omar broke out in gasps and cackles, taunts, and repeatedly remarked, "ALDO'S GONNA KILL YOU!"

In all the commotion, the basterds started to step into the hall one by one. Aldo went further to invistigate. You could practically see the foam forming at the corners of his mouth. "YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, WICKI, YA HEAR? DEAD! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL Y-" "Dad." You crossed your arms. He went on, of course. "DAD." You matched him in volume, because of course, the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree. He looked at you, his eyes softened a little. You only called him 'dad' when you were mad. You always called him pops, or old man sometimes. But dad? Come on... Then... he glared at Wicki, "Get out." Wicki didn't waste a second, and hurried out. You and Aldo were quiet for a moment, then you muttered, "I'm not your little girl anymore, ok?" "What the hell are you talkin' 'bout?" He got a little defensive. In his eyes, you'd always be a kid. The kid that used to climb trees, fall down and scrape your knees, then climb back up in a second. You'd always be the kid that sat across from him from a low fire, and listened to ghost stories instead of bedtime stories. In his eyes, you'd always be the kid that only let him braid and brush your hair, because her mom was too hasty with the brush. Where had that kid gone? "I ain't no kid, dad. When you left, I took care of Junior. I took care of ma. When I shipped out, I was a fucken automatic rifleman in my fire team. You can't just be a  kid and get out like that. Then, I was a fucking squad leader. There were twelve of us, goddamn it. Out in the pacific, in the fucking storms, in the middle of everything, dad. We got our job done. Some of 'em went home. Some of 'em are still fightin'. Some of 'em ain't ever goin' anywhere again. But we all grew up. We had to. I did. I proved it out there. I proved it here. Why don't you see that?" "I'm pulling you out of operation kino." "You're what?!"

"If you so goddamn grown up, you'd realize you....you an' Wicki, an' all this shit- It's compromising the team! Grow up a little more, and you'll see I ain't just protectin' you. I'm protectin' everyone from this." "Really? Protecting me? How's that gone?" You shook your head, "Right. You ain't lost a damn soul since I got here. Just a coincidence right? Just lucky since I'm the best goddamn marksman you got, ain't it? You need me in that tavern tomorrow. It's not about me and Wil. You've been lookin' for excuses to pull me out of Kino since we got the damn thing. But ya know what, dad? You bein' scared is what's puttin' the team in danger. Not me and Wil. It's you." You pushed past him, and every basterd that lingered around in the hallway. None of them bothered to go after you. **** At dawn, you were sitting at the window of the inn, ready to go. Aldo closed his room door behind him quietly, and stood in the hall for a moment. Your hair was pulled back by a dark olive scrap of cloth. You weren't in pigtails anymore. You were taller than the kid that used to run around the Smoky Mountains with him. You looked out into the pink and red sky with the same eyes that watched the same sun set over the horizon in the pacific. Those were a troop's eyes, if Aldo ever saw them. He never thought about it before, maybe because it hurt him too much.... But he couldn't help it now. He thought about you, alone in firefights somewhere across the seas. He thought about all the things you'd seen. All the things you'd done... You were an unspoken hero, not his little kid.  You had to be, if the OSS took enough notice to send you halfway around the world to the basterds. You never told them a single story about your days before the basterds, but he was sure they'd be in a book some day. You were always ready. Frankly, you were the only basterd that was ever ready for anything. Still, he cleared his throat, and asked, "Ya ready, y/n?" That was his way of apologizing He wasn't very good at it. You had all the years of your short life to learn that. So you smiled a little, though you didn't look away from the red glaze in the sky, and sighed, "Yeah, pop." So it was understood. You were in the tavern. You went down with Hugo, Hicox, and Wicki to meet the contact. You were in that basement, fighting. And if it wasn't for you, none of them would have made it out alive.

The second Hugo pulled the trigger, and Dieter Hellstrom said goodbye to his nazi balls, you did what you had done on your first day as a basterd. You took down four nazis with one bullet. And did it again, with your second gun. Operation Kino would not run smoothly, but it did work out. And the basterds made it, because of you. So you all got the medal of honor when it was all said and done. And...while Wicki was walking to his spot, Aldo tripped him up. You rolled your eyes and glared at Aldo...who smiled as if he'd done nothing. You didn't realize he was smiling because he thought he was sly. He was smiling because he was proud of the boys, and most of all, of you. The basterds were all in their army uniforms, each decorated with different ribbons and medals from their time before and during their assignment to the team. You were in your marine uniform, equally as decorated. And with four purple hearts that Aldo had a million (belated) questions about. Question number one being, "How the hell did you get those?!" But, he shook his head, wondering how many stories his kid had. Aldo looked back at you, and saw that you were focused on the last man in the line.

Wilhelm Wicki. He was looking right back at you, with that same lovestruck idiot look. Aldo sighed in resignation, with a slight smile he'd never admit to. That was the story you wanted. Not a ghost story around a fire, or a war story wrapped up in ribbons and medals. Those were just a few chapters. Aldo looked out into the crowd, as Roosevelt went on and on with kind words about honor and war. Aldo wasn't listening much. He was looking out into the crowd, and spotted his wife and son, the rest of his story. The first page of his epilogue, set in the Smoky Mountains. Your story was different. It was only just beginning. The pen was still in your hand, and it had been, from the moment that Wicki took your hand. And if Wicki was going to be part of your story, well...then Aldo might just have to accept that. There was no more missions, no more war...nothing else he could use as an excuse. But he'd be damned if Wicki was coming over for dinner.... But if he was, you bet Aldo would be tripping Wicki up every chance he had (since killing him was no longer an option.) You and Wicki looked at each other after he got his medal, and smiled. The war might've ended, but what you had together didn't. When it was over, and you stepped down from the stage, he took your hand, and you spotted your mother and brother in the crowd. You could feel the scar on Wicki's palm, and you squeezed his hand.  He smiled softly with an undeniable blush, as you walked through the crowd, on your way home.

[sweetest-honeybee]

To Hell and Back

Chapter 23

Summary: Tango goes to have some cake an hot chocolate with Stress.

Characters: Tango, Stress, Xisuma (Doc, Hels, Wels, Keralis, Impulse mentions)

TW: None I don’t think?

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They were all in shock at the event.

Xisuma was seething.

Doc was pulling Beef and Wels out of the cage.

Tango had shot the arrow, much to their surprise.

Hels was still stuck in his other state of mind, not showing any signs of returning to his usual sadistic self. Tango’s hands were shaking from shooting his friend for any reason that wasn’t to just mess around. But again, it wasn’t Wels. It was a weird substitute for Wels that apparently had more willpower than he did and that really said something.

Thankfully, the knight was unconscious now. Only one arrow wasn’t enough to kill him and that’s what he hoped for. If Wels died and respawned, while he wouldn’t be too far away, it was safe to assume whatever that thing was had control over him and would have him flying off somewhere else in the opposite direction. Really, at some point it would come out to be a stupid plan. They’d message everyone to capture Wels on sight and given how spread apart everyone was across the map, hiding spots weren’t too evident. A search team of about twenty odd people would find him within an hour at most.

“Tango, are you alright?” Xisuma asked him. His head snapped towards the admin.

The demon exhaled shakily. “I shot him,” was all he said, still staring at the scene in front of him.

“I know, I know, but you did the right thing, Tango.” Xisuma’s voice wavered too much for Tango’s liking. He seemed just as panicked as everyone else was. Yet, his hands were balled right around his sword and his eyes showed none of the usual softness behind his visor.

Tango shook his head, disregarding that statement. “I shot Wels, X.” He gestured vaguely at the knight. In the spur of the moment, he forgot that it was Wels simply being controlled, firing at him instinctively. But after it all, it was still his tiefling friend.

“Yes, you did. But you also just saved Beef from being hurt more than….that.” He gestured vaguely and then put a reassuring hand on Tango’s shoulder. “You can leave if you like. You don’t have to be here.”

Well thanks, Tango wanted to say bitterly. Not quite what he wanted to hear, but Xisuma had a point. A shaking mess of a demon who could now barely hold his bow wasn’t too useful in this situation. Before Tango could accept the invitation to leave, the admin was already typing into his communicator, presumably asking for more help. His hands dropped to his sides defeatedly.

“Okay,” he muttered, taking one last look at the unconscious pair. “Keep me updated?”

“Will do.”

With that and a quick pat on the back, the demon rocketed away from the sandstone building. While he flew, he took out his communicator to see who was coming to help in his place. Preferably more than just one person, he thought. Probably someone fairly close by. Thankfully, he doubted Stress would be accompanying them and her hot chocolate sounded quite good right now.

<Xisuma> We need some backup at Beef’s base

<ImpulseSV> I can lend a hand

<Keralis> Me too

<Keralis> On my way

Well, at least they had people who Wels didn’t just try to kill an hour earlier. Tango was still a bit shaken up by that. So, he decided to visit Stress, seeing as she wasn’t accompanying them. Rather than taking the Nether Hub, he opted to take the long route to think and simultaneously clear his head. He kept thinking about Evil X for some reason, but that was justified quickly when he thought back to Xisuma.

Knowing the admin, he could probably just ask about it later, but he didn’t really want to press into matters that weren’t his, jokingly or not, given what’d happened earlier on from doing so. He also wondered about Evil X and how nervous the guy looked before flying off to his base. Poor dude, maybe Tango should’ve at least tried to understand what happened. After all, Xisuma was rare to anger and when he was, Tango didn’t imagine that it was pretty, be it cold silent glares or outright rage.

Nonetheless, it would probably leave you upset with yourself more often than not.

Slowly, he crept up on the familiar giant butterflies crawling around on the jungle trees and the pink topped buildings. The butterflies glanced at him but continued their activities. He landed on the glass rainbow to get a better view of the surrounding area. The demon looked around, not initially finding Stress, but after a few more seconds his eyes landed on the familiar pink cardigan. Strange, he thought she’d still have the T-shirt on, but who was he to judge when that landed him in a mess on its own.

At the sight of her, he grinned and glided down to the pathway where she was.

“Hey Stress!” He waved.

She turned to him. “Oh, Tango! Fancy seeing you here. I thought you were with Xisuma.” She tilted her head in question. “At least I thought anyways. Saw something goin’ on, I assumed you stayed with him.”

“Uh, yeah, I was. Then things got a little heated so I left,” he answered.

Stress nodded. “I saw they needed some backup. Mind telling me what happened? Nobody really knows what’s going on besides the few of you.”

That’s right, they hadn’t really explained in chat, or to anyone else really, what was happening with Wels and Hels. Tango grimaced at the thought that Wels would probably be waking up soon and lash out again. He didn’t want more people to be hurt, especially not Beef. Beef was such a nice guy and genuinely wanted to help both knights. He didn’t deserve how much he was hurt by it. And Impulse was there too now, and that was an accident waiting to happen. He didn’t want one of his closest friends hurt.

“Tango, you alright there? You’re spacin’ out a bit.”

The demon shook his head, ridding himself of the previous thoughts, and coughed awkwardly.

“Well uh, you know how Beef has that cloning machine, right? And Wels used it?”

“Vaguely, but yes.”

“Well, something’s gone wrong recently. I mean, not that it hadn’t before after he used it but worse this time.”

Stress began leading them inside her brewery, nodding along to him. “What happened the first time?”

“Ah, apparently it made this evil clone, I dunno if he met you yet-“

She perked up happily. “Oh, you mean Hels! Yes, yes, he’s a very interesting fellow. Very cooperative, too, I had to care for him because he came in from HelsCraft lookin’ like a mess.”

Tango raised a brow, suddenly interested in what she had to say instead. “Looking like a mess? Nobody really mentioned anything about that when they came over. Just said Hels wanted to meet me and moved on.”

“Oh yeah, had a dagger in his stomach and everythin’. Looked real painful but he’s a tough cookie.” Stress smiled as she sat the demon down on some stairs near a small kitchen she had built earlier on. Not too great for the overall area and stuck out against the few stands but she apparently recently put one in each of her builds in case of events like these, or just to keep baking convenient. “Care for some cake and hot chocolate? No offense, but you look like a mess, too. Could use some sugar.”

And always prepared with sweets.

Tango snorted. “Sure.” He sighed, continuing his story. “Anyways, so after all that, apparently he and Wels began like….switching places? Hels is becoming nicer and Wels….” he trailed off, grabbing Stress’s attention.

“What about Wels?” She leaned against the counter thoughtfully.

“He….came over because he shut himself off from everyone and I pestered him with some trades. But, after telling him that his offers were crap, he tried to kill me.”

Stress fumbled with the cake knife as he said that, her face twisting into worry. “Kill you?! Why on earth would he try to kill you over a trade?!”

The demon shuddered, the knight’s smirking face burning into that back of his mind. “It wasn’t him, Stress. He keeps being taken over by this….weird dark force or something. You should’ve seen his eyes, Stress, they were as red as mine!”

“Oh, goodness. Are you….alright? I mean, we all saw earlier that Evil X killed you, though. We just assumed he was causing some mischief.”

Tango shook his head. “Wels nicked my wing and I just,” he pushed his hands away from him, conveying a falling motion,”fell right into one of the towers.” He circled his arms around himself. “He didn’t help me. I couldn’t speak ‘cus I was hurt. But, I guess just by coincidence, Evil X came over and just….he said something about just going ahead and killing me and after that I was in my bed.”

Stress had momentarily forgotten about the cake and mugs sitting next to her, invested in his story. She had a hand over her mouth in sad surprise. “Did- did anything else happen?”

“Ah….Evil X came in, said Xisuma needed me to come with them. We go back up and Wels has these nasty red marks on his face but he’s still all evil and whatnot. Doc had him tied up and they just left. Suma wasn’t looking too good though.”

The lady eyed him curiously. “Not looking too good?”

“He was looking like he was gonna pass out. He said something about how he apparently hit Wels, something else about not affording to lose another Hermit.” Tango perked up. “Hey, do you know anything about that? I mean, I’ve been here for a while and the servers changed and stuff. Some people left, but he said it like….someone died or something. Like permadeath.”

Stress shook her head with pursed lips. “No, sorry Tango. Is there more to the story or do you want to eat some cake now.”

Slightly, Tango smiled. “Cake first.”

With a grin, she cut him a slice and moved to get some milk and cocoa beans for the hot chocolate. The two fell silent while she worked, pouring the milk in a small pot and placing it on top of a furnace where some heat began growing. She began to hum absentmindedly and cut herself from cake as well. Within a couple minutes, the milk warmed and she finished up grinding the cocoa beans with sugar.

“You like yours with whip cream and marshmallows, luv?” She looked up at Tango who was busy picking at something on his shirt, probably just to pass the waiting time.

“Hm? Oh yes, that’d be nice. Thanks, Stress!” The smile on his face grew and Stress couldn’t help but to warm at the sight of it. At least she had a knack for cheering up her friends with her recipes.

“Right then, they’re done!” She placed the cake and hot chocolate on a tray and had the demon follow her to a lounge-like area through a painting. Well, he’d never seen this before. Looks like she had a whole bunch of surprises.

“This is my private room to chill out once in a while, don’t tell anyone. I have a bunch of these.” She sat on a pink sofa tucked into one end of the long, thin room. “Given what on earth happened to you, I’m deeming you worthy to see it,” she added with a smile. Tango sat on the sofa as well, feeling how plush the cushions were.

“Guess I’m just that messed up now, apparently,” he chuckled. “Thanks again, Stress.” He took the cocoa happily.

“Anytime! If you need a sit, just come right on over.” She took a sip of her cocoa. “I really do hope Wels gets better though. And Hels too. Can’t imagine being kicked out of your own dimension.”

“Me too, Stress, me too.”

[holylangdon]

Bedroom Hymns (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Request: N/A

Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, Hawthorne!Michael, very very dom!Michael, orgasm punishment but not too much, unprotected sex/coming inside, daddy/sir, praise kink, slight verbal degradation (whore/slut/bitch/etc), sex toys, choking with a dildo, restraints, very dirty talk, another classic case of me not knowing how to write the ending (which is actually garbage, I no longer have two brain cells to rub together so you just gotta take it as it is), I think that’s it??

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: okay i’m actually scared to post this bc of how outta my usual zone it is but honestly fuck it, i worked hard on this so (@ the coven, please don’t click read more, just keep scrolling)

Friday night meant date night in your own little world. Michael would sneak out from the warlock school, or sneak you in, but that was rare, and take you out for dinner and a movie of your choosing. Then, the two of you would go back to your apartment and fuck until the sun came up. Tradition.

But you were... Well, you were bored of it, for lack of a better term. Entirely bored of how domestic and regular it had become. How normal.

You found yourself wanting more as you looked down at the fork that rested between your fingers. it wasn’t that the food or the movie or the sex wasn’t good. Hell, Michael was able to blow your mind every time. He was a pro at what he was now comfortable with, what he knew would do the trick. But lately, since he’d gone to live at the Hawthorne School For Exceptional Young Men, it seemed as if he’d gotten more gentle with you.

No longer did he shove your face into the mattress to muffle your screams as he took you from behind, your ass pink and blue from the fierce smacks he’d placed there before. He didn’t make you beg for his cock anymore. he didn’t tug you around by your hair with your pretty little lips around him. He hadn’t bothered with the toys or the restraints in what felt like forever, nor did he even care to play with you in public like he once did.

Instead, Michael would start running his hands over your body in the car when the two of you got done eating. First your thigh, moving upwards to your chin to kiss you at the next red light. Oddly romantic. Then, he’d hurriedly park the car and fumble with the keys to your apartment, nervous with anticipation for what came next. As soon as he got you in the house, it would move quicker. The two of you would get tangled up in each other, a mess as you started stripping him of the white and black uniform and him steadily unzipping your dress, already starting to push the sleeves down your shoulders. He would take the lead, but barely, to move the two of you back to the bedroom, where he’d get you even more hot and bothered with more foreplay before finally fucking you. 

You pressed your thighs together at just the thought of what you wanted him to do to you, the idea going straight to your core. 

“Y/N?” He asked, a curious look on his face. Your head shot up to look at him.  “Are you alright?”

You nodded, sighing lightly. “Just ready to get home, baby.”

It was the truth. You found yourself wanting to just get back home since the middle of the movie, but you didn’t tell him that. A quizzical look crossed his face, but he didn’t say anything more/ You began humming lightly to yourself as your foot brushed against the leg of his slacks, a silent way of telling him exactly what you wanted. Luckily Michael took the hint and waived down the waitress for the check.

The silence in the car was nerve wracking as you prepared for what you were about to tell him. How would he take it? Would he be offended? Angry? Upset? Your mind raced with the negatives but it didn’t sway your decision. Michael would reach for your thigh soon enough. That’s when you’d tell him.

And soon enough, he did. His large hand came to rest on your leg, and you took a deep breath in.

“Michael, I want to tell you something.”

“Hmm?” He hummed in response, glancing over at you. The colorful Los Angeles traffic was visible in his crystal blue eyes, which somehow remained completely unworried.

“I want us to be like we used to be. Before Hawthorne.” Your words were much quieter than before, this time filled with a certain deafening anxiety.

“What do you mean?” Now he looked... Well, you couldn’t quite tell. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but his eyes remained soft.

“You used to fuck me so hard I’d have bruises for days after. You didn’t hold back. Hell, you remember when I almost got evicted because you kept me screaming all night!” You grew more and more excited as you spoke, but he remained still. “I like when you’re soft on me, Mikey, I really do. But there’s only so much of that I can take.”

He pulled his hand away from you, placing it on the steering wheel instead. Speechless. That’s how you knew you fucked up.

When the two of you got home, he was still dead silent. You followed him upstairs to your apartment, which he unlocked with a quickness. He wore a blank, emotionless look on his face as the two of you entered into the living room.

“Michael, I’m sor-” 

“Don’t speak unless I tell you to, slut.” He demanded, interrupting you. You were taken aback by the suddenness of his words but you sure as hell weren’t against them. “Go to your room. I want you naked and on the bed when I come back.”

You eagerly obeyed him, already slipping your heels off on your way down the hall. You scrambled to find your phone in your purse, quickly putting on some random Spotify playlist to fill the empty silence in the room while you followed his orders, struggling with your zipper with your other hand. Eventually, you were able to slide the dress off, leaving it a dark blue puddle on the floor. Underneath, you wore a silky black lingerie set. His favorite. You decided to keep that on, save for your panties.

You sat on your knees on the neatly made bed, running your hands over the soft pantyhose on your legs idly for what felt like an eternity. Your mind started to wander to what he might do to you, a dull ache growing more powerful by the minute between your legs. Finally, you heard his heavy footsteps coming down the hall. You almost died a little inside when the doorknob began to turn and the door clicked open. But what really killed you was seeing the dusty black box he carried in his hands.

That’s where he kept his toys.

He laid it down on the bed as he shrugged his suit jacket off, letting it fall the the floor next to your dress. He cleared his throat lightly as he looked over your form.

“You know, I can’t say I’m surprised.” He began, now starting to unbutton his white dress shirt. “I’ve given you the great privilege that many people, men and women all over this country, desire, You, Y/N, get to have by cock inside you whenever you want it, but that still isn’t good enough for you. Is it, Y/N? My very own little whore, hm?”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry daddy.”

“Sir.” He looked up at you sharply. “You’ll call me sir tonight.”

“Sir.” You quietly repeated.

“So, what is it that you want?” He opened the box, pulling out a small vibrator that laid on top. “A fake cock? A piece of metal or plastic to make you come? Tell me. and perhaps I’ll be kind enough to let you have it.”

“No, sir. I want your cock. Nothing feels better than-”

“Oh, save the theatrics. You won’t be needing them this time, princess.” He placed the vibe back in the box, moving it off of the edge of the bed. He then pulled out a tightly wrapped bundle of black silken ties. “Lay down.”

You followed his command, laying back on the bed comfortably. He smirked as he headed towards you, already working to unravel the many ties. Michael tugged your foot slightly, neatly tying the silk around it before securing it to the footboard of the bed. He did the same for your other foot before leaning onto the bed. You remained still as his hands crept behind you, under you, to unclip your bra and slide it off of your arms. Then, he tied both hands to the headboard. You glared at him slightly with a devilish smirk, pulling on your restraints slightly.

“I was under the impression that this is what you wanted.” He asked. “Sir’s cock, a rough fuck. Restraints and toys, multiple orgasms. Is it not?” You nodded your head silently, waiting for his next move. He sighed lightly, going back over to his box. He shuffled around for a moment. just out of sight, before returning with the silver bullet. “I think I forgot something. If this moves, even just a centimeter, you will regret it. Am I understood?”

You gulped, nodding your head as the silver machine whirred to life, already shivering with arousal as he placed it carefully onto your clit. He then turned his back, heading out the door, but stopped abruptly. A sick smile crossed his lips as he looked over your almost-naked body.

“Oh, and princess... You’re free to come as many times as you’d like. In fact, I want you to come as many times as you can for me tonight. Savor it, because I might not be so nice next time.”

You let out a disgruntled moan as he left, pulling the door shut behind him, his footsteps floating farther and farther away.

Michael thought he was being sneaky with this “reward,” you were sure. He always did. He had a tendency to hide horrible punishments as beautiful rewards in the bedroom, knowing how much it annoyed you, having to follow his rules no matter how much you disliked them or didn’t quite want to. But to be completely honest? You loved it.

It didn’t take long for you to get close to your first orgasm, your legs shaking slightly as your hands clawed for something, anything to grip onto. Something to help you steady yourself, but you found no luck in that. Instead, you let out a light whine as Michael entered the room once more, a smirk on his lips as he watched you squirm, your body begging for his touch. 

He walked closer and closer to the bed, leaning over the edge. His eyes roamed over your body, his eyes curious as his hand met your foot, starting to run his thumb over the soft skin. His touch trailed up your ankle, then your shin. Just light enough for you to know he was there. Finally, your eyes fluttered shut as you came, your body tense with pleasure as you released. Various little light noises fell from your lips as you already found yourself coming down from the intense high.

“Such a pretty sight. You took that so well.” He remarked, his hand creeping up your thigh. A light pink blush was dusted over your cheeks by now from his praise, you were sure. Your legs instinctively began to close as he brushed over the sensitive flesh, which he made a little ‘tsk’ sound at, giving you a knowing look. “I’m trying to help you, Y/N.”

You nodded, relaxing once more, the pulsing sensation between your legs growing stronger now that he was in front of you. You weren’t sure if that was a figment of your imagination or simply real, but you didn’t care either way. He took in a shaky breath as his hand neared your heat, gently sliding his fingers through the wetness you’d created before removing the vibe. He laid it on the bed next to you, switched to the off position, before he settled himself between your thighs. 

With a sudden surge of boldness, he licked a plain stripe up your core, letting a sharp gasp escape you. Another one, then another, and another until his actions were so sweet and passionate that you found yourself unable to properly think, too focused on chasing your second orgasm. His fingers swirled lightly around your cunt for a moment before sliding in, a fluid motion, carefully curling inside of you to hit that sensitive spot that he knew so well. With another cry, you released over his digits, his heavenly tongue carrying you through it.

When you’d finally gathered your thoughts, you noticed he’d come to stand over you once more, his arms crossed. His icy blue eyes simply stared over you, silently. You tried to reach for him, for his arm, for any part of him. He laughed lightly, another one of those sick smiles crossing his lips. 

“Is this what you want?” His hand trailed down his bare stomach before coming to a still over his cock, squeezing the bulge lightly. He was hard, straining against the black slacks in an obvious way. “Oh, no. You won’t be having Sir’s cock inside you until you learn to appreciate it, princess. And from what I can tell, that will be a very, very long time."

He turned his back on you before you could even register what he’d said, a hazy mess. Back to the damn box he went. You heard him shuffle through the objects for a moment before the noise stopped, having found what he wanted. Slowly, he crept back into your sight. You immediately noticed the vibrantly colored cock in his hand. You sent a silent prayer up to heaven, or hell, rather, as he sat back down on the edge of the mattress, tearing open a condom. He let the foil wrapper fall to the floor without a second thought as he rolled it over the toy, focused on his singular task at hand. 

Finally, he stood up again, coming to rest just above your head. 

“Open your mouth.” 

You did as he said, parting your pink lips just enough for him to slip the toy into your perfect little mouth. He let out a pleasureful sigh as he watched you take it in, your fierce eyes struggling to stay open and on him. He pushed it deeper and deeper into you before it hit your throat, your eyes watering as he thrusted it in and out of your mouth. With a slight laugh, he let it slide down your throat, a gargled gasp barely audible from you. How sweet. 

He held it there for a moment, his other hand falling to your throat. His thumb brushed over the taut skin before he pulled away suddenly, pulling the toy and his hand from you. 

“You always seem to get what you want. Don’t you, bitch?” You nodded, a moan falling from your lips as he began to unbuckle his slacks. He let them fall to the floor, his boxer shorts following shortly after. With a low growl, he pulled the ties on both of your feet loose. You shivered as his cold fingertips trailed up your thigh, parting your legs once more to allow him access to you.  “You’re gonna take it all. Every single inch of my cock, every last drop of my cum. Am I understood?”

You nodded feverishly, mumbling a small and halfhearted “yes, sir.” Michael’s hand laced into yours as his cock pushed into you, an obscene moan falling from your lips at the sensation. He let out a shaky breath after giving you a moment to adjust, slowly beginning to move. His hand fell to your clit, rubbing gentle circles as his thrusts picked up speed. 

“Mm, your pretty little pussy is so fucking wet, princess. And it’s all for me.” He growled, through shallow breaths and rough thrusts into you. You couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge him, instead bringing your legs to wrap around his torso loosely. He laughed lightly at the weakened gesture.

Michael’s hands worked to bring you over the edge once more, and with quick success. That familiar feeling of warmth began to spread throughout you once more, your body tense and legs holding your boyfriend into you with a tightness that you didn’t even realize. 

“Princess,” He groaned, his eyes softening as he looked at you. You could feel his thrusts growing messier and quicker, so completely fucked by the way you came around him so delicately. With a few more hard thrusts into your aching heat, a sweet cry of your name fell from his lips as he found his own release, spilling deep inside you.

“You always seem to get what you want.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hold On Tight (7/?)

When Strange is called into the department, after you and Wong have finished your tea and your chat, he’s ready to be livid. He’s worked himself into a fine bluster but Wong cuts him off, “Stephen,” he says calmly, “You must respect the Archive. She’s a valuable asset to all of us. Even if she is still growing into her powers.” Stephen glares at you, “What business does a 21-year-old have being the source of all this?” he said gesturing at the manuscripts that you’d been making painstaking copies of. 

You laugh bitterly and Loki wants to reach for your hand but folds his together instead. “Well,” you say quietly, “It’s not as if I had any say in the matter, as you yourself pointed out in Greece.” Your eyes start to turn a pearlescent white and energy crackles slightly, book pages fluttering gently. “You will follow what I’ve asked,” you say your voice resonant. “You will do as I have instructed or you will not be permitted,” you say, “For the good of all. For the preservation of Ancient Knowledge, Wong has agreed to be responsible for you. If one tome goes missing, I have been given permission to take it back. By any means necessary. The preservation of this collection is my sacred duty given to my family by the goddess. I will not allow you to deter me from that task simply because you feel I am not fit. I am the Archive. I will not fail in my task.”

Stephen looks from you to Wong and sighs. “Fine, but I want my objections noted,” he said. “Write them down,” you say helpfully pushing a pen in his direction as your eyes turn back to their usual color and the energy disperses. Loki smirks and glances at Wong who is similarly quietly amused. Stephen stalks into the department, Wong gives you a wink and follows. He knows better than anyone that Strange has a lot to learn when it comes to manners in the Supernatural community. 

Loki bows slightly, “Will that be all?” he asks smoothly. You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, “Yes, thank you Loki.” The smile you give him is different today. Still kind but sweeter. Less professional and more personal. That pleases him and he’s still internally preening when he walks into his office. He sets his attention to the translation you gave him to do. A language not of Midgard and so out of your scope of knowledge, but he gets very little done. In his mind, he’s turning over the events of the night before. The passion and the desperate longing that he felt in you. At first, he had thought you frigid. A fussy academic with not desires. He’d thought it not surprising that you’d had a recent breakup and few romantic inclinations. But in the moments since, when he’s seen your passions aroused, angry or amorous, he knows better. Frigga would like you, he decides. She has a soft spot for broken baby birds and motherless children. Odin... Well, he thinks. It’s best if you do not fall into his hands. 

You bend your head over the vellum of the blank book you’re working in, carefully transcribing what you pull from your mind. It is an old spell book. Containing knowledge acquired by a Scottish Witch centuries ago. You can feel the magic. Her intents. She was a kind soul. So often, as you transcribe these old books, you feel a pang. She was long dead, killed in fire and agony for daring to defy the Catholic Church. Daring to heal with more than bloodletting and silly ineffective salves. You say a silent prayer to the Goddess for your gift and pray that in the afterlife, your actions bring this woman peace. That in some small way, this is justice served. Your mind cannot stray too far from the task at hand. It takes effort still to call forth what you want to record. You’re still learning how to focus in one individual piece of information in the constant influx of fluff and nonsense. 

Steve is writing a list of bands, Natasha is doing an equipment inventory, Bruce and Tony are recording data, Thor is writing a bawdy poem to amuse himself, Loki is translating, an intern is writing dirty texts to a receptionist... It never ends. You let it flow around you, pouring out the words of the Scottish Witch onto paper. Recording her pictures of plants as she had drawn them. To anyone else, it looks like you are asleep sitting up but for the movement of your hands. When Loki sticks his head in your office, at 3:30 when you still hadn’t brought him tea, he slips back out again quietly, unwilling to break your concentration. The serenity of it is rare. Often it is painful and you struggle to maintain any sort of focus for more than an hour or so. Wong sticks his head in the door shortly after to tell you that they are leaving and Stephen stops, staring. He’s never seen anything like this.

Your hands move with speed. Recording writing not your own as quickly as it comes to mind. The stack of Vellum under your free hand growing thicker by the minute. He wants to say it’s like watching a copier machine but somehow it isn’t that either. Your eyes are closed and your foot is tapping gently under the desk. He has questions but Wong merely gently moves him back and quietly shuts the door.

 Wong gestured him down the hall, “How?” Strange asked. Wong shrugged, “It is old magic, some of the oldest on Earth... Archives. Archives are a law unto themselves. When humanity first learned to write, to record events. They never considered those events might be lost. Until they were. So, magicians, wizards, gods... they compiled the sum total of all their knowledge. Compiled it and the goddess Seshat was tasked with finding one person to give it all to. She created the Archives when she gave the knowledge to her Daughter. The Archives are a living record of all that has been so that we might have a better future.” Stephen nodded, he’d heard all that before. But that did not explain how it worked. Or how you wielded so much power. 

Hours later when you had run out of things to write from your Scottish Witch, your eyes burned and your head ached. You needed to move. You stood slowly, rubbing the cramp from your hand with a groan and hobbled to the door, stiff from sitting in one position so long. You peek in Loki’s office with a soft smile, he’s still bent over his desk, translating. “Loki?” you ask softly. His head pops up, he’s ready to be irritated until he sees it’s you and his face softens a little, “Finally,” he grouses without any real heat, “You missed tea time, you know.” You wince, “Sorry,” you say, “I don’t really have a way to keep track of time when I’m that far in my head. Everything just kinda... stops.” Loki stands and rounds the desk, pulling you to him and kissing your forehead, “You’re back with me now, darling,” he said quietly. You look a little drained. Pale. Like you pushed too hard. Your lips are dry and too warm against his when he kisses you and your hands are clammy. He tuts gently, “I should have made you take a rest, and made you have tea with me.” 

You shake your head, “I just need a walk. Maybe some water. I’ll be okay.” He presses a cool hand to your neck and you lean into the touch. It was nice. Like walking into a cool room after a run in the heat. He frowns and tucks your hand into the crook of his elbow gently. He thought you needed a lie down in a dark room and several glasses of water. Possibly dinner and your hair played with until you relaxed. 

He walks with you and he’s pleased that the silence is companionable. Comfortable. You never do just want to fill the empty air with talk. Though, with the amount of “chatter” as you call it, in your head; the silence is probably more comfortable. In the commons, you help yourself to yogurt and some fruit before getting a glass of water and sitting at the table. Loki stays near you. He’d like to be touching you. Preferably while naked and making you say his name in bliss but he can be patient. For now. 

You seem better. Still pale and overtired but better. Loki goes to get his own snack and it isn’t until he turns at a small thud and flurry of movement, seeing you slumped over, blood flowing from your eyes and nose that he realizes things are not better. He cries out wordlessly and scoops you up, half running up to medical, cradling you as close to him as he can. Your body is burning, blazing hot. So hot you’re uncomfortable for him to even hold. He stammers out what happened in a panic as medical converges on him calmly. 

There’s surprisingly very little worry as they inject you with something to stop the bleeding and pack your body in ice to stop your brain from frying. Loki is pacing in the hall, still covered in your blood and trembling when Natasha comes around the corner, “You okay?” she asks him. “Do I look okay?” he snaps. She holds out a placating hand, “She’ll be okay,” the spy said calmly. Steve appears not long after, “What’d she do this time?” he asked. Natasha shook her head, “Probably just overwork. If it was a cursed book why’d have called in a witch.” Loki looks between them. You’re half dead and they’re treating this like another day at the office. “This has happened before?” he asked incredulously. Steve and Natasha both nod but it’s Natasha who speaks, “Not so much now but when she first became the Archive it was like once a week... The first time I saw it happen I was terrified. Just Mid conversation about School blood started pouring out of her face and she fell over onto the floor.” She shivered, “Coulson had to carry her. Neither Clint nor I could do it. We were shaking too hard.”

Loki watched as you started to come around slowly. “Fuck me, really?” he hears you say, “I liked this shirt.” Against his will, he snorted. 

[selenecrawford]

Selene Crawford: The Lady, The Promise, The Kiss

Warning: Cursing and a bit mild sexual scene

Nobunaga walked with a purpose to his meeting with Kincaid. When he set the meeting late night the day before, Kincaid was reluctant until he heard about the shooting. It was then that he told Nobunaga to bring all of his men as soon as possible to the docks. Approaching the entrance he met with Hideyoshi, Mitsurani and Mitsuhide.

“Where is Kincaid?”

“We just arrived a couple of minutes ago. Ever since we here, I got the feeling that we are being watched.” said Hideyoshi taking a look around.

“My, always late for the party Hideyoshi. This place is really kind of unique, considering what it's real purpose is.” Mitsuhides comment just earned a frown of disapproval but nothing else. He on the other hand was excited, finally the forbidden den was opened for him to explore and dig it's secrets. Too bad she wasn't here to see her face. An yet, he wouldn't want her to get hurt. The girl felt like a kindred spirit. But at the same time he also wanted to protect her. It was a shame that she choose the dragon instead of him. Chasing her away from his mind he started walking when little red dots appeared from nowhere next to him.

“I thought we were allowed in there? Are we missing something?” putting his hands up Mitsuhide turned around looking for the snipers. “A Secret handshake or,...”

“Ah this is why you were banned from here young Akechi. That tongue of yours and your eyes of a sly fox. No wonder they don't want you here. You should be humble and grateful, after all you finally got in, isn't it?” the old voice echoed thru the space with a hint of sneer and almost regret.

“Thanks for coming Kincaid.” Nobunaga approached the old man with caution extending his hand to salute him.

“Ah, Oda is nice to see you here. I see you brought everyone. Follow me they are w” he gave a look at Mitsuhide still with his hands up. “Come and if any warning is good, don't stray from the path we are walking, or you won't come out of this place ever again.”

“I guess that's for you Mitsuhide.” said Hideyoshi passing him by while following Kincaid.

The path was thru the whole fish market on the docks, Mitsurani kindly smiled to everyone and at some point a  Russian blue cat tag along. She meow sweetly and kept following Mitsurani. Meanwhile, Hideyoshi behaved like a gentleman with the ladies and the women. Nobunaga just observed the whole scene played out in silence. Mitsuhide took in into the place, from time to time counting the people who we ready to jump into them. Yes, this was getting amusing, interesting and maybe...dangerous. They kept walking for another half an hour until Nobunaga stopped. Kincaid turned around raising an eyebrow.

“Something wrong Lad?.”

“We been walking around the place for 30 minutes now, what's this?...”

“Ah, the Devil, The Brains, The Snake and the gentleman or perhaps mother hen? But some people are missing, I said bring everyone didn't I? Where is the Dragon? And the Do...”

“He is out of the equation...” Nobunaga cut it, only to be interrupted again.

“For now, I don't like to waste my time with this. That girl is such a troublesome thing. First the wedding now this. Where is she anyway?”

everyone turned to the right to see an old tall man walking to them. He seemed to be on his fifties with an old classic black with fine white stripes suit, leather shoes, a cane with the head of a Viper. Behind him Shingen and company were also walking.

“Great of you to join us. Shingen here is involved, so you will have to make a truce and come with us.” another old man appeared in front of them.

“And if we don't agree?” asked Nobunaga tentatively.

“Ah you live up to your reputation, Devil. Selene told me you were wise for your age so asking dumb questions is not wise. She has a lot of faith in you, even you Akechi.” the man answered with a sarcastic chuckle. “So you left her with the Dragon aren't you?” the old man continued to walk toward Nobunaga and stopped in from of him.

“It was the best choice, Masamune will take good care of her.” said Hideyoshi.

All the old men started laughing at once. Shingen's group and Nobunaga's exchange a confused look to each other. Only Kenshin was also laughing. After calming himself he said. “ The moment he gets outnumbered is over. That man does not do well on cases where he needs to protect people I believe the girl is still in danger.”

“Wrong, God of War, I'm surprised you haven't found out. That girl is such a stubborn thing sometimes. We didn't raise a fairy tale princess if that what you think. If the bad comes to worse she will be the perfect killing machine, but we made sure she never went down that path if she and the Dragon are truly soulmates as that old witch said they could wipe anything that dares to oppose them. Come, we need to talk.”

“You are still blabbing all those things Ian, that old woman died years ago. Stop spitting old nonsense.” Said the Old suit guy.

“Oh, piss off Lancelot, you know those where her last words, and so far Selene always, loved to hear her. I hope he takes good care of her. Because no one wants to see her pissed off like that time uh Kincaid? Come its getting cold.”

Nobunaga and Shingen started walking and their men followed.

Selene finally woke up sleeping next to Masamune. She slowly and calmly went out of the bed and washed her teeth and went to the  bag that was left on the floor of the room. Revising the things Hideyoshi packed were underwear a pair of sweat pants and a couple of t shirts. She was only wearing Masamune's shirt and felt her cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. Once she put on a sports bra, panties and the sweat pants, Selene started to explore the kitchen. The clock on the wall indicated that it was 3 am. She started to investigate the freezer when she felt his presence behind her. Putting an arm to block  her from leaving, Masamune rest his chin on her head and ask.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah, I was looking to make a simple sandwich. You?” she didn't move, her heart skipped a beat when he got close to her.

“I want a princess, rare,” both chuckled and Selene started taking things from the fridge.“Too bad there is none around here.”

Masamune took a bottle of water and opened it. Giving a long sip on the bottle. He stood next to Selene and said. “Meh, I spotting one in front of me right now.”  finishing with a wolfish smile.

“This princess stuff is getting old. First of all I'm not pretty, second will you stop...” any other reply died on her lips at the moment Masamune shut her up with kiss.

Selene closed her eyes and put her hands on his shoulders. Gripping the his shirt when her knees started to getting weak. Masamune assaulted her lips with a sweet yet firm demand. His tongue teasing her until Selene gave up and open her mouth with a soft moan. While one hand hold the base of her nape the other hand went down her shirt caressing her ribs and her stomach sending shivers, turning to the left he pin her between him and the counter. Lowering  his hands to each tight, Masamune lift her sitting her on the counter without stopping his assault. Masamune wasn't letting her think just feel, letting her know how much he wanted her. He didn't care about the damn scar, or anything only her. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and touch her forehead with his. Both, were panting agitated trying to catch their breathing. Still Holding her by the thighs he took her to the sofa. He took a sit in the middle of the sofa and let her sit stranded on his lap. She now hugged him and rest her face on his chest. Hearing his heart beating as fast as hers Selene closed her eyes and let him caress her back.

After a couple of minutes, Selene  retire from his chest face him and spoke softly with a soft tremble in her voice. Her face was flushed red and her eyes like two shinning emeralds while her lips were swollen from the kiss.

“I'm not worthy of you...”

“It's me who is not worthy and yet I can't stop thinking about you. “

He saw her eyes opening wide and put her mouth on a fine line. “This is not a competition you know?. Who are thou worthy of who?” he couldn't help it and started laughing. “Lass, really? Now we got Shakespeare? I kissed you because it was the only way to let you know that I want you.  I want to know you better also, Selene. I like what I see, and I don't care if you are even a demon I want you ok?” the look of desire on his eyes sent a shiver to Selene.

The doubts were still there in her eyes he could see them. But also he saw something else. Everyone had a past, he knew that very well. But which past she had and how bad was only time will tell and her will tell.

“So you don't mind take things slow?” he hesitation was understandable.

“No kitten, with you I don't.” he looked her directly at the eyes.

Slowly Selene raised her hands to cup his cheeks and kiss him softly on the lips. “OK then can we go back to my sandwich? I'm starving.” with a smile Selene stood and offered her hand to Masamune.

“Right, lets get some food on that stomach.” he stood up kissed the back of Selene's hand and said.

“ I don't make promises but on this case I want to make an exception. I promised I will make sure you are always safe, no matter the situation.” Masamune looked intensely and serious.

Selene felt her heart pounding furiously on her chest, with a smile she squeezed his hand and said  “I want to make a promise to you too, Masamune Date, I will also protect you, no matter the situation, you are now mine to keep and cherish until the end. No matter what happens.”

“Hey, that sounded cooler than mine,” he frowned at her confused.

Giggling Selene replied “Common, is a promise, besides I'm cooler than you.” she just winked at him while going back to the kitchen.

“As if.” Masamune followed her into the kitchen intended to keep making her smile as long as he lived.

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Flowisk (and Friskiel!) OTP headcannons!!

Awhile back, maybe a year or two ago, I got bored and looked up those ‘which character does what in your OTP’ and I made a list of headcannons for Frisk/Flowey(Asriel)! 

At first I did it for fun, but later intended to use it to help me with writing my fic, but now it’s just sitting there, so I thought I’d share some of it! Keep in mind- that in most of these I also headcannoned the both them to be in their older teens/young adults (15/16 - 20somethings) because that’s where their ages are mainly set during the fic.

Don’t worry, everything is age appropriate!

1. Who is the early bird/ Who is the night owl? They’re both night owls, but Frisk is a lot easier to wake up.

2. Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?  Frisk is logically the big spoon, I imagine if Asriel was in his real form they would switch around a lot.

3. Who hogs the cover/ Who loves to cuddle? They both love to cuddle, but Flowey would never openly admit that he does, unless he’s in his real form, then he’s a cuddle machine. Frisk hogs the blanket, they don’t mean to though.

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses? Frisk!

5. Who usually has nightmares? Both, but Flowey’s are more annoyingly consistent.

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?   Both would be night thinkers.

7. Who sweats the small stuff? Asriel/Flowey through and through

8. Who sleeps in their underwear/ Who sleeps in their pajamas? Since Asriel is fluffy, (older him) would wear lose clothes, sleeveless shirt or just pajama pants. Frisk (also older) would wear lose clothes too, but I wouldn’t put it pass them to want to wear cute pajamas and footsies.

9. Who makes the coffee (or tea)?  Frisk is a tea drinker, Flowey likes coffee even if it’s not good for him.

10. Who likes sweet/ Who likes sour? Flowey loves sweets, mostly likely will only try sour things to prove his toughness, Frisk likes sweets a little better than sour as long as their subtle and not too fatty.

11. Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies? Flowey is a picky connoisseur horror lover (you will only get him to watch romance in a movie if it’s part of a thriller or a horror movie) and Frisk loves romance but prefers comedy romances (will only watch horror if it’s a comedy horror film, or something like Warm Bodies) they settle on thrillers or anything else.

  12. Who is smol/ Who is tol? Frisk is only smol in the relationship if Asriel is in his real form or anything other than the flower form, hah.

13. Who is considered the scaredy cat? If you asked, they would say neither, but Asriel/Flowey definitely has his moments that he’ll never admit to.

14. Who kills the spiders? NO ONE. NO ONE KILLS THE SPIDERS. FRISK FORBIDS. GET A DAMN CUP.

15. Who is scared of the dark? Frisk is, but they grow out of it over time, Flowey welcomes the darkness (and Asriel enjoys a nice nightlight because he doesn’t like to run into things)

16. Who is scared of thunderstorms? If they’re at night and extra loud, Flowey. 

17. Who works/ Who stays at home? Depends, Flowey seems more likely to stay at home, but with the right push and self -esteem they’d both be workers.

18. Who is a cat person/ Who is a dog person? Frisk loves both, Flowey is wary of both animals (he’s afraid of dogs peeing on him/digging him up/eating him and cats have claws and are weird) but cats also remind him of Frisk in a way and both are very soft (Asriel probably is little more of a dog person)

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names? Frisk most of the time, but I’m sure Flowey/Asriel can come up with something.

(Yes, I know, I skipped over 20, shhhh, don’t worry about it)

21. Who has an obsession (over anything)? Flowey!!! (Frisk gets determined, but they don’t get obsessed) Little Asriel probably had a small obsession with stars and astronomy.

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?  FRISK!!!

23. Who asks who out on the first date? Surprisingly Flowey, but he’ll never mention it being a date, Frisk will go all out for the next dates after.

24. Who is the talker/ Who is the listener?  Flowey talks, Frisk listens. It’s always how their relationship has been since the start.

25. Who wears the other ones clothes? Frisk duh, but Asriel probably would wear their hats or house robes, Flowey will wear Frisk’s scarfs and hats when it’s cold. Everyone shares clothes here, it’s nice.

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food? Frisk eats healthy fo sure, things like kombucha and Greek salad! Flowey loves all food, but yeah junk food is great too.

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower? Frisk takes long showers AND sings, Asriel’s showers are short but he sings for sure, Flowey probably likes to soak for a long time but is a very shy singer.

28. Who is the book worm? FLOWEY HAS READ EVERY BOOK AND BURNED EVERY BOOK.  Frisk is a little too busy to think to sit down and read for fun, but they do like to read.

29. Who is the better cook? Surprisingly Flowey/Asriel, but this is a hidden talent to find.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach? Frisk. (Asriel enjoys the view but not the sand that gets stuck in his fur, and Flowey doesn’t like how gritty the sand is, it sort of hurts to travel in, he hijacks rides on shoulders)

31. Who is more affectionate? Frisk (Asriel is a very close second, depending where they are in the relationship, Flowey gets very, very affectionate but only behind closed doors)

32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversations? Frisk, but won’t prod them out of Flowey. (But Asriel enjoys them too)

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt? Frisk wears the not guilty shirt, Flowey has the word ‘Sin’ drawn on his flower pot, this doesn’t change if he’s in real form surprisingly.

 34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt? Flowey/Asriel would wear the ‘if lost return to’ shirt.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays? Frisk, duh. (Asriel is a jolly close second)

36. Who is the social media addict? Neither, except maybe Asriel because he feels he needs to be up to date because he’s the prince and all.

37. Height difference or age difference? Flowey/Asriel is a little older and always going to be considerably taller, it’s great.

38. Who likes to star gaze? Flowey/Asriel!

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside? Maybe Flowey depending on what kind of prize it is, Frisk gets excited for him.

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent? Surprisingly, Asriel/Flowey is the fun parent, he has zero interest in his child seeing him as a bad guy, that’s his fear. Frisk is super responsible but knows how to be fun when it’s the right time.

41. Who cries during sad movies?  Asriel and Frisk close second (Flowey will rarely cry, it depends on the movie)

42. Who is the neat freak? Probably Frisk, but I wouldn’t put it past Flowey for developing OCD.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one? Flowey, he loves to show off, but Frisk is a little more precise and wins more.  

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy? Asriel would be active, and Flowey becomes lazy if he’s in his flower pot for too long, and Frisk is average.

45. Who is more likely to get drunk? Frisk, since alcohol is technically poison for Flowey and Asriel is a good boy.

46. Who has the longer food order?  Flowey because he loves food and Asriel because he’s a big boy.

47. Who has the more complex coffee order? Flowey.

48. Who loses stuff? Asriel . . . oh no.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger? Frisk drives!

50. Who is the hopeless romantic? Frisk, and secretly Flowey. Asriel isn’t hopeless, he’s a charmer, baby.

  Okay, this post has gone long enough, maybe I’ll make a part two (yes, there’s more, these were a lot of fun to do!)

Here’s Part two!

[davekatprompts]

For the mashup thing: prison vacation fic? >:^)

Oh. I got you!

Karkat Vantas is a corrections officer, and Dave Strider is a prisoner in his assigned block. He doesn’t pay him much attention at first, Dave is quiet and mostly keeps to himself, sitting in the library drawing or writing lyrics while humming or mumbling to himself. There’s no doubt that he’s sad though, there are so many times where Karkat sees him passing on meals, refusing to leave his room, and walking around with empty eyes, looking like a ghost.

When Karkat stumbles upon some inmates giving Dave trouble one evening, Karkat intervenes. Normally would have let them keep to their business, prison is no vacation after all, but Dave was very intriguing to Karkat. Attractive even. For a criminal.

After the assaulters run off, Dave thanks Karkat. He opens up after that, catching Karkat in the hallways, reading him lyrics, coming out of his room much more often than before. It’s probably too much, but for some reason Karkat doesn’t mind. He spends more time than he really should thinking about Dave. As soon as he steps into the block his eyes seek the familiar head of blonde hair. One day curiosity overtakes him and he looks up Dave’s file. Dave was sent to prison for the murder of his older brother. He’d pleaded guilty, and was sentenced to life in prison for second degree murder. The details were sparse, but the case seemed cut and dry. There were no details on motive, or witnesses or anything. It was all a little strange, very much like Dave himself.

Karkat comes into work one day to get a rare assignment. An inmate has been granted escorted furlough. He is to accompany Dave Strider on a visit to his family and to visit his brother, who is apparently, extremely ill.

Little brother? That wasn’t anywhere in his file. But to Houston they go. It’s only a three hour drive from the prison itself. He lets Dave indulge, blasting rap music and stopping for food at McDonalds. Finally they arrive at what used to be Dave’s loft. He tells Karkat that his older cousin got his little brother and they live here now. They’re both in the hospital, but the visitor hours don’t start until the next morning, so they stay the night at the loft.

Karkat learns a lot more about Dave’s ironic sense of humor, and he tells Dave about his love of romcoms. Karkat catches himself smiling on more than one occasion, it’s so nice to actually be able to engage and interact with Dave genuinely and like he’s been compelled to, without the eyes of hundreds of inmates and his coworkers regarding them.

Dave cooks them dinner, it’s shockingly good and they eat it while watching a movie Karkat picked out. It’s pleasant, if a little awkward at times, like when Karkat shifts and the jingle of keys on his uniform reminds them of their temporarily escaped reality. Later into the night, Karkat asks Dave about what happened with Dirk. He gets silent. Finally Dave tells him the story. He had killed Bro with a sword in self defense and in defense of little Dirk, as Bro had been terrorizing and lethally threatening them on a regular basis and it had finally come to a head during a nasty fight. Dave hangs his head. I did it for Dirk, he says with a small sob.

It’s been 5 years since the incident, and Dirk is 16 now while Dave is Karkat’s age, 27. He’s so young. They’re both so young. Karkat asks Dave why he didn’t testify about this. What was he doing in jail when what he just described was clearly self defense? I wanted to protect him, Dave screams. Karkat recoils. He went to jail to protect Dirk, to make sure his name wasn’t connected to the murder, to make sure that no harm would come to him from any of Bro’s many contacts.

Karkat goes to sleep on the couch with his head buzzing. He sends an email to one of his closest friends who also happened to be a lawyer, Terezi Pyrope. If there was any evidence, anything at all that Dave was telling the truth and they could reopen the case and get Dave off, Terezi would be able to figure it out.

The next day they visit Dirk at the hospital. He’s so small and thin, absolutely dwarfed by the stark white hospital bed and paler than the sheets he’s wrapped in, but his entire face lights up when Dave walks in the door. Roxy, who is standing by the bed, starts sobbing when she sees Dave, running over to wrap him in a crushing hug. Hi lil bro, he greets Dirk. Hey, Dirk says back. They both smile. It’s a strange way to greet your little brother who you love so much you murdered someone for, but Karkat supposes it’s just another Strider idiosyncrasy.

They don’t talk about Dirk’s illness. They don’t talk about if he’s going to die. They just sit around the room, exchange jokes and talk like a loving family. Karkat steps out a lot, he doesn’t strictly have to be glued to Dave’s side 24/7, and some things are just personal. The next day at the hospital, Dave’s sister Rose visits. She sneers at Karkat as she passes, and he doesn’t even blame her.

Rose hugs Dave fiercely, and his face warps in anguish behind her back. Karkat turns away. Dirk’s life support machines are suddenly deafening in the quiet room. From Rose you learn that Dirk has a rare condition, an autoimmune disease that’s destroying his body from the inside out. There is a hope for a recovery, the doctors have an experimental treatment they are going to try but the chances for a recovery slim day by day. Dave has to get back to the prison the next day, so he won’t be able to stick around to see if the treatment worked. Karkat tunes the rest out, ears thrumming.

The last night with in the loft with Dave is the worst. He drags his feet, not saying a word into his bedroom. From his place on the couch Karkat can hear the wet sobs he makes into his pillow. Karkat knocks quietly on his door, cursing himself. He can’t be doing this, he can’t be feeling this way, he can’t be falling in love with a fucking inmate. Fuck.

Karkat wraps Dave in soft but strong arms, and kisses the tears from his cheeks, then his lips; he tries to make Dave forget himself by pressing their hot bodies together in the dark. They spend the night together. Karkat wakes up to Dave already packing his bags in the kitchen, face blank. The ride back to the facility is quiet, neither of them bringing up what happened between them.

As they approach the facility, Karkat gets a text, it’s Terezi. Tentatively, very tentatively, she thinks they have grounds for an appeal. She thinks if they get that, there’s a good chance she can get Dave off. Excitedly, Karkat shares the news with Dave who flips out. Are you kidding me, he hisses. How dare you do this to me, to Dirk!. Karkat takes a step back. He’s never seen Dave look this impassioned, this furious. This is the face of a man who killed someone. Sorry Dave, I just thought, Karkat starts. No, Dave says. You didn’t think.

Dave doesn’t talk to Karkat after that. Karkat calls tells Terezi not to go forward with the case. Dave goes to the phone every day to check on Dirk and his treatment. Karkat gets reassigned to a different station. All Karkat can see of him from his new guard post are slumped shoulders and that messy mop of blond hair.

A few weeks later Dave walks up to Karkat, head down and feet shuffling. The treatment worked, he says through a watery smile. Dirk’s gonna be okay. Karkat smiles wide, they embrace for a second before quickly jumping apart. A few moments later Dave asks if there’s really a chance they could reopen the case. Now that I’m thinking about Dirk growing up, I’m thinking I should be there for him. I was young and dumb when I made that decision, I know what’s best for him now, ad it’s not being protected from invisible threats, it’s being with me. Karkat has never reached for his phone faster in his life.

Reopening the case is hard on Dave. Karkat spends a lot of time comforting him when he can, spending shared and close moments in broom closets and deserted hallways. Karkat escorts Dave to the courtroom on the day he has to testify. Watches his eyes water as he recounts the scene on the roof that day all those years ago. How Dirk had screamed and cowered and his vision had gone black. He squeezes Dave’s hand as they wait for the verdict. But Terezi is no joke when it comes to the law. She’d gathered some pretty damning evidence on Bro, and that along with Dave’s testimony turned the tables. His actions were ruled as self defense, and his sentence was reduced to time served. He’s a free man. He insists Karkat come with him for the family reunion. He says Karkat is his family now.

Dave moves back into his loft with Roxy and Dirk. The first time he steps into the apartment he doesn’t move again for five minutes due to the human cocoon that forms around him, consisting of Rose, Roxy and Dirk. They celebrate and hug Dave all night. Karkat gets his fair share of hugs too, as undeserving as he feels of them, and shares even more blushes when Rose and Roxy waggle their eyebrows and ask what he and Dave’s relationship is, exactly.

Dave starts settling into his life with Dirk, it’s hard to get a job as an ex-convict but he manages to make money selling his music on soundcloud. Karkat quits his job at the prison, and becomes a social worker instead. He vows to work hard to help boys like Dave and Dirk, so that they never end up in prison. As time passes, Dave and Karkat get closer and closer; he quickly becomes truly one of the family. And when Dave finally asks Karkat to move in with him and Dirk, he couldn’t be happier.

Laying snug in Dave’s arms one night, Karkat sighs. Sometimes things turn out far better than you could ever imagine.

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[patricksilvrrozartistry]

Current Music Obsessions: November 16 - 30, 2017

Soooo there's A LOT of stuff this time. I PURGED my watch later playlist and there's still over a hundred songs on there. ANYWAYS, here are the honorable mentions.

Then Comes Silence - Warm like Blood Lyria - What Do You Want From Me? Witchcraft - Холодный свет A Skylit Drive - Wires and the Conscept of Breathing Fenrir's Scar - From Porcelain to Ivory Royal Blood - How Did We Get so Dark? Cadence Calling - The Accounts of Evil The Oblivion - Helios In this Moment - Roots Demether - Two Roses Tears of Martyr - Evil Domini Words as Knives - Over the Abyss Kobra and the Lotus - Prevail Aftereffect - Fade Away HDK - Pedestal Diamond Black - Sorrow A Crowd of Rebellion - M1917 Alaska Thunderfuck - Come to Brazil Syndemic - Exileseeker Crimfall - The Last of Stands Elephants in Paradise - Feeding a Lie Kalela - LMK Sinistro - Lotus Mercury Killed Newton - Arusha Mourning Sun - Latitud:56'S Aly & AJ - I Know Satanicpornocultshop - Left Handed Darling Imperious - Scorn Cellar Darling - Six Days Lake of Silent Terror - Eyes of God Pale Waves - New Year's Eve A Sound of Thunder - Lifebringer

And the many obsessions.

1) Wheelfall - Impenitent

If you're looking for a death metal track with a dope ass intro, this is the song for you. The intro is so cool and different. It's your typical death metal track, but there's something about this song that's just so epic. Definitely a great listen.

2) Dim7 - Apophis Enigmata

This is blackened doom metal at its finest. It oddly has a groovy vibe to it in the early parts, but then it gets very doomy towards the end. I'm really digging the new direction that these guys are going it. I really enjoyed their gothic doom metal stuff from their early days, but this new stuff is pretty damn awesome.

3) Skarlett Riot - Warrior

This band fuses really catchy vocal lines with some badass riffs and I love the contrast between them. This band is really starting to grow on me the more and more I listen to them. This is a great jam and the breakdown near the end is a great way to tone things down a bit while still maintaining a lot of energy.

4) Moon Tooth - Little Witch

This song and video are so campy that it's making me love them. I'm still very new to these guys, so I don't know if a lot of their stuff is this cheesy, but even if isn't, I'm loving it. Definitely has a psychedelic rock, classic doom metal vibe to it. Go give these guys a listen.

5) Diablo Swing Orchestra - Knucklehugs (Arm Yourself with Love)

This is the first single off their upcoming album and I am so hyped for it. This song is pure camp fused with being an anthem track. Although I'll definitely miss them having  a soprano, their new frontwoman is bringing some new dimensions to them that's going to make them campier and I'm beyond excited for that.

6) Ruins of Elysium - The Birth of a Goddess

This is their latest single off their latest album and is definitely one of the highlights off it. We really need more bands like Ruins of Elysium that show their love and support for the LGBT community in their music, especially in the symphonic metal scene. Not only that, but be open enough to show to the world that they're fronted by someone in the community. This song speaks to me on so many levels being the bi dude that I am, and I can't help but feel so loved by such an amazing band. I can't wait to be able to meet Drake, because ya bitch needs to do that.

7) Cradle of Filth - Vengeful Spirit feat. Liv Kristine

Cryptoriana is handsdown their best album in the past decade, and this song is proof of that. I never expected Liv to collaborate with them again, especially on a more aggressive track like this. It's an epic adventure from start to finish and I can't get enough of it. If you're going to listen to anything off this gorgeous album, listen to this.

8) Rivers of Nihil - Perpetual Growth Machine

I rekindled my love for this ballbuster recently. I really need to listen to everything else this band has released, because this is the only song I've listened to from them. The riffs are so great and are always in your face. Don't even get me started on how intense the bridge is. Needless to say, it mutilated my balls.

9) Aeonian Sorrow - Forever Misery

I'm so happy to hear that Gogo of Luna Obscura is in an active project again. This song is completely different from the stuff from them. She sings in a much lower register. Oh, and this is depressive doom metal and not gothic metal. Such a hauntingly beautiful track.

10) HDK - Mortal Zombie

Discovered this song after I watched an interview for Sander's project Phantom Elite and they mentioned he was part of After Forever and I couldn't remember who he was so I went onto the metal archives and found this project under him and checked it out. This song is so epic. It's a bit cheesy, but the fact that it's such an intense and in your face track makes up for it.

11) Amberian Dawn - Dragonflies

I am blown away by how insanely epic this new album is proving itself to be already and I haven't even heard it yet. They're definitely going in a more faster direction and playing with some prog vibes. This is such an epic track and Capri looks insane in the video.

12) Evenoire - Forever Gone

This band never seems to fail me. Each song is such an epic piece of work. This song is so beautiful and has such a cool vibe to it and flows so nicely. I really love how proggy it is and how it switches tone a decent amount. Also it's the first song I've heard from them that features growls.

13) Apparition - The Dames of Darkness

This was a random find that I am so glad I came across. Such a beautiful and power gothic metal track. The end of the final chorus is everything. I love finding these hidden gems that snatch your edges out of nowhere.

14) Metalite - Purpose of Life

This band definitely has my attention. I'm very much looking forward to listening to their debut album, because everything I'm hearing so far is amazing. The strong electronic element goes so well with their power metal sound. Not to mention this song is definitely the fastest that I've heard from them so far.

15) Kartikeya - Durga Puja

I discovered this song through the band's record label and I'm so intrigued. It starts out sounding like progressive death metal, then it gets really weird during the bridge. Like, really weird. It sounds like the frontman is just speaking gibberish, but not a beat-boxing gibberish that Korn uses in their songs, this sounds like legit gibberish. I'm definitely am gonna listen to more from these guys and see what other interesting things they got going on.

16) Gravity - Noctifer ~ Le Porteur de Nuit

I discovered these guys not too long ago and this is the second song I've heard so far. They're a progressive death metal band with some strong djent vibes. I really want to hear more from them, because they have such an interesting sound. It sounds atmospheric, but is way to aggressive to be atmospheric.

17) Forbidden Lore - Endless Run

Another random discovery that snatched my edges. This is such a powerful symphonic power metal track and I need more of it. It's rare to find songs like this on the Metal Monks page, so when I saw it, I had to give it a listen, and I'm so glad I did. Their frontwoman has such a strong voice and I need more of it.

18) Eluveitie - Rebirth

This is their first metal single with the new lineup and I'm not mad at it. I was worried I wasn't going to like their new female singer as much as Anna, but she definitely fits very well. And it's also really great to hear a ballbuster that's reminiscent to some of their earlier stuff.

19) The Hardkiss - Part of Me

I was on a huge The Hardkiss kick for a minute and this was the main song I was jamming to. It's so catchy and fun and the bridge gets me every time. I wonder if they'll go back to having the obnoxiously artsy videos like they did back during the Stones and Honey days, because those were always fun to look at.

20) Aura's Seers - In Our Minds

This is their latest song and it's gorgeous. I LOVE the blend of trip hop with atmospheric metal. It has such a weird and beautiful contrast. And the video is breathtakingly beautiful. I can't wait to hear a full length album from them.

21) Lil Peep - The Brightside

It's so sad that he's past away. Especially since I discovered him maybe a month beforehand. This was the second song I heard from him and it really hits hard with what's going on right now. This song embodies the struggles he was going through. But even though things were really rough for him, he always wanted to look on the brightside. Even if he couldn't, he wanted his fans to at least do so with whatever situation they were/are going through.

22) Navarone - Step by Step

I discovered these guys a while back through either Marcela Bovio or Dianne Van Giersbergen and I really dig their sound. They're very different compared to majority of the Dutch bands I listen to. I guess you could say it's prog, but it's definitely not metal by any means. Such a fun song and a great jam. Really am looking forward to hearing more from these guys.

23) Johari - Bloom

Found a new gem on Spaceuntravel. These guys are ambient progressive metal that remind me a lot of Ashe O'hara's era with Tesseract. It has this soft, but in your face vibe to it that I really like. I'm definitely am gonna be listening to their new album sometime soon, because this song is just so great that I need to hear more from them.

24) Maidens of the North - Carry Your Darkness

Randomly came across this song one day and decided to check it out. I’m so glad I did. This song is so great. An all girl symphonic metal band. Do you know how hard it is to find an all girl metal band? Very! I’m definitely looking forward to what they release in the future, because this song alone is amazing.

25) Snovonne - Filth

For some reason this song reminds me of a Manson song, but it's nothing like a Manson. I came across them through a Facebook page and instantly fell in love with the bizarre and creepy atmosphere. It's so different from what I'm used to hearing from gothic metal bands that have a symphonic element to it. Definitely am gonna check out more from them.

That's it! There's probably gonna be a lot next time, so here's your warning!

[shamelessmudfish]

Like what would happen if Future Trunks drops by for a visit in the Present Timeline....

And meets Bulla for the first time?

The blue sky gave birth to a column of light that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Within seconds, the familiar Yellow Time Machine materialized, landing gently to the vast backyard of Capsule Corp. Trunks smiled widely at the sight of Capsule Corp’s familiar dome glinting under the bright afternoon sun.

“Five minutes!” It took Lady Chronoa a bit of convincing but he finally managed to gain her permission to take a detour from one of his Time Patrol errands and visit the preset time line. 

Meeting the Supreme Kai of Time and explaining to why they made the Time Machine has got to be one of the most mortifying moments Trunks had the 'pleasure' to experience. He can’t remember much except profusely apologizing to the three-foot tall woman (three and half, he imagined her yelling) with a pink hair and blazing dark eyes. Before he knew it, he found himself agreeing to work under her in one of the closely-guarded realms in the Universe, the Time Nest.

Being under Lady Chronoa’s service, he and Mai had been busy with lots of things that the thought of paying a visit to the Time Line where Goku-san and the others are still alive didn’t cross his mind until years after. To gain Chronoa’s permission, he offered to be her representative in the Supreme Kai Convention, a painfully boring event, and she accepted his deal begrudgingly.

Trunks hides his machine inside a capsule and begins looking around, sensing the energy of his father or present counterpart while suppressing his own Ki at the same time. He quickly detected his father’s energy inside, humming rhythmically in slow pulsing spike as if he’s asleep. The energy of his present version is far from here. However, he detected a slightly powerful Ki near him, beside the man-made lake that nearly compasses the compound’s ‘backyard’, and wondered if it’s Goten-kun or even Pan-chan. He couldn’t wait to see how strong they must have grown, now that Goku-san and Gohan-san are around to train them.

He walked around the pagoda and as it turns out, he’s the one who isn’t prepared for the sight waiting for him.

Crouched beside the lake is a blue-haired little girl looking down the water, clutching tightly a stuffed toy cat on one arm. She is eagerly throwing crumbs on the lake, her soft giggles over feeding the fishes sending warm flutters on his stomach.

Sensing her presence, she looked up at him with a smile. Trunks froze and he can’t tear his gaze off this little girl, the spitting image of his mother.

Could she be…?

“Brother!” She leaped to her feet and dashed towards him. “You’re back! Did you buy the things Mama needs for her new invention? How about the cheesecake you promised you’ll take home, huh?” She tried to peek around him to see if he’s hiding the cake behind his back.

Trunks knelt to her eye level, unable to fight the smile splitting his face. “I forgot something so I came back. What are you doing?”

“Feeding the fishies,” She wrinkled her nose at him, looking at his Time Patrol attire, “What's with your clothes? Mama won’t like it if he sees you all dirty like that.”

“I guess she won’t,” He said, laughing a little. “Is Mama here?”

“She’s still in the lab making stuff explode,” She raised her hands in an emphasis of something blowing up. “Papa still sleeping cos he was up training late last night and she wants me and Pan to play outside so we won’t wake him up.”

As if on cue, Pan landed from the sky behind him, her shoulder-length hair wild and frizzly because of the tremendous speed of her flight. “Bulla-chan, I circled the world again!” She declared excitedly to her friend. “Told you I can do it in five minutes,” And proudly held out five grubby fingers.

She noticed Trunks standing nearby and a confused expression crossed her face. She must have figured out that he isn't the Trunks she knew. Her being adept in sensing Ki at such an early age didn't surprise him. Back when he last met her, she had been a precocious baby with extraordinary potential.

“Uh, hello,” she greeted him a little uncertainly, eyes shifting.

“Hello, Pan. I can’t believe you’re all grown up,” he smiled down at her, “The last time I saw you, you were just a baby pulling my hair. How old are you now? Have you started training already?”

Pan smiled a little shyly, sensing he’s no threat. “I’m six and Grandpa says I’m old enough to train with him in King Kai’s planet!”

“And I’ll be five next summer, right, brother?” Bulla piped in eagerly. “I’m gonna catch up with Pan soon.”

Before Trunks can reply, he sensed a presence coming out of the building. Could it be his mother? Should he hide? But what would the girls think? While Pan and Bulla squabble about age and catching up, Trunks debated with himself whether he should meet his parents or not.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you girls!” Trunks stood up as a pretty golden-haired girl walk towards them, hands on her hips. Her big dark eyes blinked at Trunks. “Uh, Trunks? You’re back already? And what’s with those clothes?”

Trunks unconsciously scratched his head, remembering the cute, pudgy girl laughing on Krillin’s arms. “It’s nice to see you again, Marron. You may not remember me much but I fought with your father countless times in the battlefield. We go a long way back.”

He also fought against her mother in his timeline but chose not to say it. An awkward laugh escaped from his lips.

Marron’s eyes widened. “You’re Trunks from the future! Of course, I’ve heard so much about you from Dad and Uncle Goku.”

“Trunks from the Future? Then you’re the mister who killed Frieza like this?” Pan made a quick slashing move complete with a sound effect of sword cutting through the air.

Trunks laughed. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this. “Yes. You’re quite an energetic girl. I can sense you’ll be a great fighter in the future. You can even learn to use a sword if you want.”

“Trunks, your folks would be thrilled to know you’re here,” Marron said, getting over from her initial shock with maturity that is rare around her age. “I know Mai-chan will too. She used to say you’re the ‘dreamiest’ guy she ever met, even in front of our Trunks.” She laughed a little. “C’mon, let’s get inside. Mai-chan prepared a very delicious lunch!”

“Uh-huh! C’mon, Brother from the future,” cried Bulla as she tugged his arm, completely disregarding the fact that he isn’t the brother she grew up with. “I’m going to show you my pet kittens.”

Trunks felt really tempted to do so. He also wants to know what his family and friends are up to in this time line. Heck, he even wants to know if his younger present version is keeping up with his father’s training. Sparring with his father in the Gravity Chamber even for just a while seems a really tempting idea too.

But…he is still in the middle of a mission and he promised Chronoa he’d only stay for five minutes. If anything else, he is a man of his word.

“I would love to, but I can’t this time,” He gently patted Bulla’s hair. “I’ll come back and I’m gonna play with you guys more, is that okay?”

“Promise?” Pan asked, getting a little upset to see him go.

“Promise,” he replied and offered his fist to her. Pan smiled and bumped her own little fist to his.

“We’ll take your word on it,” Marron said, nodding at him. She shepherded the girls back as Trunks produced a capsule from his jacket and threw it into the air to open the Time Machine. All three gasped in admiration when the Machine materialized in front of them.

Trunks turned to Bulla whose eyes are so big and blue as the vast sky above. “Because of this, I can travel through time and go on many adventures. It’s Mama who made this. She made the impossible possible.”

“It’s becos’ Mama’s the best. Papa always say so.” the girl grinned up at him. “Could you tell Mama from the Future that I say hi?”

He turned to look at the Machine before any of them can notice the tears welling up in his eyes. “I will,” he managed to choke out. The door to Time Machine opened and he flew inside. His five minutes are almost up.

“Uncle Trunks from the Future!” Pan called out, hands cupped around her mouth. “When I grow up, will you take me to your adventures too?”

“Sure, but promise me you’re gonna train to be stronger, okay?”

“I will! See you, Uncle Trunks from the Future! Be well!”

Says the girl who shares the same pair of eyes brimming with passion and courage as his late master Gohan.

“Be careful out there!”

The girl, the daughter of an enemy he fought in his time line, calls out. An enemy who somehow found peace and happiness with one of his friends, and surely enough, with this child.

“Come back and play with us, okay!”

The blue-haired girl who could have been his baby sister waves happily at him.

Chronoa once told him that the reason why time traveling is a serious crime is that mortal beings are often tempted to change the flow of time according to their foolish desires. As it happens, time is not meant to be controlled by the lesser beings and instead of changing the past, they end up creating another world that cannot be their own, for they belong in a different reality. A world they desire for themselves but cannot have. By trying to change the past, one has to be purely selfless, a trait she admits she rarely finds across the Universe. It took Trunks some time before he realized that she’s complimenting him for the sacrifice he did to make this time line a better world to live in.

The ultimate act of heroism, as she said.

He’d been called a hero many times by countless species across multiple Universes, after successfully completing his missions and defeating strong foes. He brushed their compliments and accolades with a smile, because a part of him, in the deep recesses of his mind, keeps on saying that he still failed his original world, his original time line. That no matter how many quests he completed, the lives he saved, he cannot think of himself a hero in the truest sense of the word.

A true hero will not always know that he is one. He remembered Gowasu’s parting words, on the day Future Lord Beerus destroyed Zamasu.

Trunks gave one final wave and smiled down at Marron, Pan and Bulla who are still cheering him on. And for the first time since the destruction of Zamasu, after a long, long while, he finally felt as one.

[masterlistcrawford]

Selene Crawford: The Lady, The Promise, The Kiss

Warning: Cursing and a bit mild sexual scene

Nobunaga walked with a purpose to his meeting with Kincaid. When he set the meeting late night the day before, Kincaid was reluctant until he heard about the shooting. It was then that he told Nobunaga to bring all of his men as soon as possible to the docks. Approaching the entrance he met with Hideyoshi, Mitsurani and Mitsuhide.

“Where is Kincaid?”

“We just arrived a couple of minutes ago. Ever since we here, I got the feeling that we are being watched.” said Hideyoshi taking a look around.

“My, always late for the party Hideyoshi. This place is really kind of unique, considering what it’s real purpose is.” Mitsuhides comment just earned a frown of disapproval but nothing else. He on the other hand was excited, finally the forbidden den was opened for him to explore and dig it’s secrets. Too bad she wasn’t here to see her face. An yet, he wouldn’t want her to get hurt. The girl felt like a kindred spirit. But at the same time he also wanted to protect her. It was a shame that she choose the dragon instead of him. Chasing her away from his mind he started walking when little red dots appeared from nowhere next to him.

“I thought we were allowed in there? Are we missing something?” putting his hands up Mitsuhide turned around looking for the snipers. “A Secret handshake or,…”

“Ah this is why you were banned from here young Akechi. That tongue of yours and your eyes of a sly fox. No wonder they don’t want you here. You should be humble and grateful, after all you finally got in, isn’t it?” the old voice echoed thru the space with a hint of sneer and almost regret.

“Thanks for coming Kincaid.” Nobunaga approached the old man with caution extending his hand to salute him.

“Ah, Oda is nice to see you here. I see you brought everyone. Follow me they are w” he gave a look at Mitsuhide still with his hands up. “Come and if any warning is good, don’t stray from the path we are walking, or you won’t come out of this place ever again.”

“I guess that’s for you Mitsuhide.” said Hideyoshi passing him by while following Kincaid.

The path was thru the whole fish market on the docks, Mitsurani kindly smiled to everyone and at some point a  Russian blue cat tag along. She meow sweetly and kept following Mitsurani. Meanwhile, Hideyoshi behaved like a gentleman with the ladies and the women. Nobunaga just observed the whole scene played out in silence. Mitsuhide took in into the place, from time to time counting the people who we ready to jump into them. Yes, this was getting amusing, interesting and maybe…dangerous. They kept walking for another half an hour until Nobunaga stopped. Kincaid turned around raising an eyebrow.

“Something wrong Lad?.”

“We been walking around the place for 30 minutes now, what’s this?…”

“Ah, the Devil, The Brains, The Snake and the gentleman or perhaps mother hen? But some people are missing, I said bring everyone didn’t I? Where is the Dragon? And the Do…”

“He is out of the equation…” Nobunaga cut it, only to be interrupted again.

“For now, I don’t like to waste my time with this. That girl is such a troublesome thing. First the wedding now this. Where is she anyway?”

everyone turned to the right to see an old tall man walking to them. He seemed to be on his fifties with an old classic black with fine white stripes suit, leather shoes, a cane with the head of a Viper. Behind him Shingen and company were also walking.

“Great of you to join us. Shingen here is involved, so you will have to make a truce and come with us.” another old man appeared in front of them.

“And if we don’t agree?” asked Nobunaga tentatively.

“Ah you live up to your reputation, Devil. Selene told me you were wise for your age so asking dumb questions is not wise. She has a lot of faith in you, even you Akechi.” the man answered with a sarcastic chuckle. “So you left her with the Dragon aren’t you?” the old man continued to walk toward Nobunaga and stopped in from of him.

“It was the best choice, Masamune will take good care of her.” said Hideyoshi.

All the old men started laughing at once. Shingen’s group and Nobunaga’s exchange a confused look to each other. Only Kenshin was also laughing. After calming himself he said. “ The moment he gets outnumbered is over. That man does not do well on cases where he needs to protect people I believe the girl is still in danger.”

“Wrong, God of War, I’m surprised you haven’t found out. That girl is such a stubborn thing sometimes. We didn’t raise a fairy tale princess if that what you think. If the bad comes to worse she will be the perfect killing machine, but we made sure she never went down that path if she and the Dragon are truly soulmates as that old witch said they could wipe anything that dares to oppose them. Come, we need to talk.”

“You are still blabbing all those things Ian, that old woman died years ago. Stop spitting old nonsense.” Said the Old suit guy.

“Oh, piss off Lancelot, you know those where her last words, and so far Selene always, loved to hear her. I hope he takes good care of her. Because no one wants to see her pissed off like that time uh Kincaid? Come its getting cold.”

Nobunaga and Shingen started walking and their men followed.

Selene finally woke up sleeping next to Masamune. She slowly and calmly went out of the bed and washed her teeth and went to the  bag that was left on the floor of the room. Revising the things Hideyoshi packed were underwear a pair of sweat pants and a couple of t shirts. She was only wearing Masamune’s shirt and felt her cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. Once she put on a sports bra, panties and the sweat pants, Selene started to explore the kitchen. The clock on the wall indicated that it was 3 am. She started to investigate the freezer when she felt his presence behind her. Putting an arm to block  her from leaving, Masamune rest his chin on her head and ask.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah, I was looking to make a simple sandwich. You?” she didn’t move, her heart skipped a beat when he got close to her.

“I want a princess, rare,” both chuckled and Selene started taking things from the fridge.“Too bad there is none around here.”

Masamune took a bottle of water and opened it. Giving a long sip on the bottle. He stood next to Selene and said. “Meh, I spotting one in front of me right now.”  finishing with a wolfish smile.

“This princess stuff is getting old. First of all I’m not pretty, second will you stop…” any other reply died on her lips at the moment Masamune shut her up with kiss.

Selene closed her eyes and put her hands on his shoulders. Gripping the his shirt when her knees started to getting weak. Masamune assaulted her lips with a sweet yet firm demand. His tongue teasing her until Selene gave up and open her mouth with a soft moan. While one hand hold the base of her nape the other hand went down her shirt caressing her ribs and her stomach sending shivers, turning to the left he pin her between him and the counter. Lowering  his hands to each tight, Masamune lift her sitting her on the counter without stopping his assault. Masamune wasn’t letting her think just feel, letting her know how much he wanted her. He didn’t care about the damn scar, or anything only her. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and touch her forehead with his. Both, were panting agitated trying to catch their breathing. Still Holding her by the thighs he took her to the sofa. He took a sit in the middle of the sofa and let her sit stranded on his lap. She now hugged him and rest her face on his chest. Hearing his heart beating as fast as hers Selene closed her eyes and let him caress her back.

After a couple of minutes, Selene  retire from his chest face him and spoke softly with a soft tremble in her voice. Her face was flushed red and her eyes like two shinning emeralds while her lips were swollen from the kiss.

“I’m not worthy of you…”

“It’s me who is not worthy and yet I can’t stop thinking about you. “

He saw her eyes opening wide and put her mouth on a fine line. “This is not a competition you know?. Who are thou worthy of who?” he couldn’t help it and started laughing. “Lass, really? Now we got Shakespeare? I kissed you because it was the only way to let you know that I want you.  I want to know you better also, Selene. I like what I see, and I don’t care if you are even a demon I want you ok?” the look of desire on his eyes sent a shiver to Selene.

The doubts were still there in her eyes he could see them. But also he saw something else. Everyone had a past, he knew that very well. But which past she had and how bad was only time will tell and her will tell.

“So you don’t mind take things slow?” he hesitation was understandable.

“No kitten, with you I don’t.” he looked her directly at the eyes.

Slowly Selene raised her hands to cup his cheeks and kiss him softly on the lips. “OK then can we go back to my sandwich? I’m starving.” with a smile Selene stood and offered her hand to Masamune.

“Right, lets get some food on that stomach.” he stood up kissed the back of Selene’s hand and said.

“ I don’t make promises but on this case I want to make an exception. I promised I will make sure you are always safe, no matter the situation.” Masamune looked intensely and serious.

Selene felt her heart pounding furiously on her chest, with a smile she squeezed his hand and said  “I want to make a promise to you too, Masamune Date, I will also protect you, no matter the situation, you are now mine to keep and cherish until the end. No matter what happens.”

“Hey, that sounded cooler than mine,” he frowned at her confused.

Giggling Selene replied “Common, is a promise, besides I’m cooler than you.” she just winked at him while going back to the kitchen.

“As if.” Masamune followed her into the kitchen intended to keep making her smile as long as he lived.

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Something Wild

“If you’re lost where the lights are blinding,

caught and all the stars are hiding,

that’s when something wild calls you home,” -Something Wild, Lindsey Stirling

Warnings: A little teensy bit of sadness, not really angst though

Ship: Logince

Plot: Logan had been in a bit of a rut until he runs into a childhood friend and remembers what home feels like. 

Logan was extremely tired today. Actually, it wasn’t just today he’d felt tired for the past few weeks now; a new occurrence for him given that he keeps to his sleep schedule like a machine that plans dates and times perfectly. He’d not done anything new to his general life, and quite aptly deduced he was emotionally tired. Stressed and...lonely. 

He’d never had time for loneliness before, committed to the life of a man who very rarely interacted with others nor saw the light of day outside of his office walls. It was only natural, given that Humans are social animals, that eventually he would start to feel the effects of this. 

Logan did not like loneliness, nor boredom, nor the way his body aches when he wakes up like he hadn’t slept for a full nine hours. 

He pulls his headphones over his head and walks. The music makes him hum along as he traces his steps to a cafe not far from where he lives and works, he’d never been before but now was always a good time for a new experience. Even if that experience is the coffee shop around the corner. He sees a man wearing an apron who looks as though he wants to dissolve into the wall outside, smoking a cigarette and paying as little attention to everyone around him. He catches Logan’s eye and the designer offers a small smile of comfort. The stranger smiles back with a tired expression. 

The inside of the cafe is dimly lit, with fairy lights and soft lamps shaped like cacti and flamingos. He offers a short laugh as the combination should not work as well as it does. The walls are in shades of pastel blue, little pictures hanging on the walls for sale and couches in replacement of the usual chairs he’s used to seeing in this setting. “Hey there!” The barista, whose smile looks like it might break his face, gives an excitable wave “Welcome to the Pat-isserie! It’s a pun because my name is Patton and I own it,” 

Usually, Logan hates people who are sunshine and rainbows, but he slides his headphones completely off his ears to hand around his neck to pay attention to the overwhelmingly happy young man. “That’s clever,” He supplies helpfully “Could I get a cappuccino please?”

“Of course,” The man sets about making his order, but continues talking “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, and I never forget a face,” Logan hums in response, watching as the other begins to make the drink at rapid speed, he can barely blink before the drink is placed on the counter. 

“It’s my first time here,” Logan confirms as the man begins tapping on the till “Card please,” With a hum, Patton pushes the card machine towards him “It’s quite atmospheric, calm music, nice pictures, aesthetically it’s pleasing,” The brunet beams in response.

“Thanks! I designed it myself, I figured I wanted a place I’d enjoy being in,”

“A wise decision,” He sips the drink, it’s really nice, and he’s very particular about his coffee. “I might come back sometime, thanks Patton,”

“No problem!” As he’s walking away he catches the other’s beaming smile and notices his own spirits lift a little. Perhaps a change of scenery was what he’d needed. He sets down in the corner with a book, placing the drink on the table as he relaxes and starts where he’d left off. He doesn’t get far in before he hears a sharp inhale and a slight squeal. 

“Logan Sanders?” He looks up, recognizing to some extent the other, but it takes him a second to register the older version of a familiar face. Same dark brown eyes, full lips, dark skin, but with stubble and hair pulled back into a bun with an undercut. Despite the sharper edges and taller height, he couldn’t quite forget a friend he’d all but abandoned. 

His own fault really. 

“Roman?” He mutters, dreading the encounter given his history. It was as if Roman had never realized the elder had just disappeared out of his life as he’s tugged into a hug. He’d grown, a lot, and he was certainly more muscular than when they’d last met as teenagers. Logan swallows and pats the other’s back. 

“Logan, oh my God, how are you?” His smile certainly hasn’t changed; Logan wondered if distance would have changed the way his heart skips a few beats in his chest but no, years later he still had this obnoxious infatuation. The elder sighs and offers a tired smile before sitting back down. 

“I’m good Roman,” His throat feels so dry. Are his hands shaking? His hands are shaking. “How are you?” He sounds almost robotic but Roman either doesn’t notice or doesn’t want to notice, as he starts to talk. He still talks at a hundred miles an hour with a smile on his face and his hands waving around as he tries to articulate his life. He’s an actor. Recently separated. Lives alone about five minutes away from here. Absolutely adores Patton’s cookies (Homemade) and he’s Vegan. And Gay. 

Logan feels like he’d just been sat in a lecture theatre and should have been taking notes by the time his old friend has run out of steam. “And look at you! You finally cut your hair! You’re paler than I remember,” The elder remembers how long and curly his hair had been and lets out a short laugh as he looks up at the much tamer curls, neatly trimmed. 

“I...uh...I run my own business, a studio actually, Design studio,” Logan smiles “I don’t get out much,” Roman laughs. Logan blushes. It really is a nice sound. That much had not changed.

“I’m just going to go order, don’t run away again,”

And there it was, Roman had not forgotten. Which meant he’d forgiven Logan. He watches the other man bounce up to the counter and greet Patton like an old friend; the urge to run is strong. This man now had an entire life, a life that didn’t involve Logan ruining it again. 

See when they were younger, teenagers to be exact but they’d known each other since they could talk, Logan had a bit of an issue. His parents had not been the kindest nor most loving and the only way he’d known how to win that love was to be clever. His entire life he’s been temperamental like his father, isolated like his mother and smarter than both of them. Roman had dealt with the other’s lack of emotional reception to situations and they’d simply accepted oddities as part of their friendship (Logan would grow older to realize it was an issue, not an oddity). 

And then he’d fallen in love with Roman. He’d never have admitted it then, instead, he did a 180-degree spin and ran far and fast away from the other, cut him out completely, breaking not only his own heart but Roman’s too. 

And yet here he was walking back towards him with the biggest smile on his face as though none of it ever happened. Despite the therapy he’d attended, he could not quite understand why Roman would be happy to see him. He gives in and asks him because it’s eating him alive. 

“Still as blunt as ever specs,” The smile on his face falters and he stares at the spoon as it turns in the cup. “You were my best friend Logan, I’ve missed you, no-one could compare to you,” Logan’s heart stops beating for a moment, all he can hear is static. 

It had never occurred to him that he’d meant as much to Roman as Roman had meant to him. 

“I’m sorry,” He mutters gently, closing his eyes “I panicked,” He doesn’t explain further, and he can tell by the way his old friend squeezes his hand that he’d always known why he’d run. Roman was the king of romance, and he was neither visually impaired nor as oblivious as he pretends to be sometimes. 

“I know, with your parents I would’ve panicked as well,” He sighs “But I’ve long since forgiven you, it was a long time ago and I’d known somehow, someday, I’d see you again, when you’ve finished having your years-long panic attack over your sexuality,” Logan blushes but he smiles, properly smiles for the first time in a long, long time. 

“I appreciate...” He trails off, he doesn’t even know what he’s trying to say “You,” He finally says “And your forgiveness, it means a lot and I don’t really deserve it, my situation may be understandable but that doesn’t mean I should’ve done it,”

“No you shouldn't, but I’m good at giving second chances,” His hand is so warm, resting on top of Logan’s “But you won’t get a third,” Logan’s smile felt like happiness, his body feels warmer, he feels warmer, like he’s finally found home. Again. 

“I can deal with that,”

(A week later, when he finally finds out how kissing Roman feels, and how his sadness seems to have flown away, he knows something had called him to that shop that day, something beyond his understanding)

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