#but its gotta stay in normal conversation territory

[universalfanfic]

@inkoutsidethelines Here is Mary and Owen's convo about his job as a superhero. I feel like I could've filled out the discussion more... but I want to post it now so.

(Mary belongs to Ink)

Mary snapped back into the present when she realized how quiet it was. She’d been folding some laundry in a daze, but with a three year old and two under two, quiet was never a good sign. 

She dropped the towel back in the basket and turned to where the boys had been. Theodore and Bradley had already learned how to help each other out of their playpen, and she was seriously considering adding a screen on top to lock them in. 

“Mikey!” 

“Yeah, mommy!” 

Mary marched down the hall and found all three boys huddled around a few scraps of paper, a leather bound journal, and a scattering of crayons. She rushed forward as Bradley stopped drawing on the paper and looked over at the wall speculatively.

Mary snatched Bradley up and held him on one hip as she put her hand on the other. Bradley laughed at the quick movement and threw his crayon.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

Mikey looked down at his crayon and back up at her. 

“Coloring.” He held up the paper he scribbled on to show her. “See! I’m showing T-eeo and B-ladley how to draw.” 

Mary bit her tongue and fought to keep her stern expression. 

“You need to ask first,” she said. “You know Theodore and Bradley aren’t supposed to be out by themselves.” 

“Don’t worry, I’m watching them!” 

“Mommy or daddy needs to be with them,” she clarified. 

With a sigh, she knelt down to start cleaning up the papers. The journal looked like one of Owen’s sketchbooks and she groaned that they’d clearly torn out a few pages. Mikey pointed as she took the paper he’d colored on. 

“I made it better,” he said. “I didn’t like that one; it was too scary.” 

Mary frowned at that. Owen didn’t draw scary things. Landscapes, portraits, some still life if he was trying to figure out lighting, but nothing a child should find scary. 

She looked past the rainbow scribbles to the original sketch. It was done in a heavy, dark ink. Not Owen’s usual style. 

The silhouette of a man seemed to be falling down a hole, many grasping hands reached up towards him from the bottom. 

It hit her that Mikey had somehow pulled out one of Owen’s private art journals. The ones he didn’t even share with her, though she didn’t know how Mikey found it. Owen was usually careful with where he placed those ones. 

Mary stared at the picture another moment then folded it up and shoved it in her pocket. 

“You made it very colorful, but we don’t color in daddy’s books, remember? Now let’s clean this up before he gets home.” 

Mary kept the picture in her pocket after Owen got home from work, all through dinner, until after they put the kids to bed. They settled on the couch and Mary finally brought it up. 

“So,” she said, “the kids got into one of your sketchbooks today.” 

Owen let out a half-amused groan as he threw his arm over her shoulder on the back of the couch. 

“How much damage did they do?” 

Mary licked her lips. “I don’t know. I didn’t look through the rest.”

Owen cracked one eye open to give her a questioning look and Mary reached into her pocket. He accepted the folded paper and his demeanor shifted as he opened it up and saw what was inside. 

“I didn’t think you’d appreciate me looking through that one.” 

“Right.” Owen’s jaw ticked and he looked away, shoving the paper into his own pocket. “Thank you.” 

Mary pressed her lips together and tamped down on her impulsive reaction to his dismissal. 

“Is that it?” 

“I’ll make sure I put it where they can’t reach it from now on.” 

Her frustration spiked and she leaned away from him. 

“So am I just supposed to pretend I didn’t see it? Is that what you want me to do? Is that whole sketchbook filled with drawings like that?” 

Owen’s eyes sharpened and he pulled his arm back. 

“We’re both allowed to have our privacy, Mary.” 

“That’s not what that was, and you know it,” she snapped. “That wasn’t just some frustration you were working out on your own. That- that looked like despair.” 

Owen blinked rapidly and leaned forward to rub at his forehead.

“It’s nothing. You don’t need to worry about it.” 

Mary pressed her lips together again and her tone shifted to something softer.

“That isn’t fair.” Owen didn’t move. “Whenever I was going through- when I was struggling with my Daredevil stuff, you always said you wanted me to open up to you. You wanted to be there for me. And when it was beyond your scope you encouraged me to find someone who would know how to help.” 

Owen worked his jaw and ran his hand through his hair in growing agitation.  He wouldn’t look directly at her. 

“This isn’t the same.” He insisted. 

“Something is clearly bothering you, Owen.” 

“It’s not the same. You- you went through traumatic events. You held yourself together through things no human should have to go through.” 

“It’s not a competition.” 

“I have nothing to compete with!” He shot back. “I have loving parents, a family, a good support network, and powers most people wish for. So if I have a bad day, I’m not going to complain about it, okay?” 

Mary sat back and rolled her tongue in her mouth. He was deflecting too hard for it to be something as fleeting as a bad day. She ought to know, she’d done it enough to her family, to him, before working through her trauma. He was just as stubborn as she was, whether he wanted to admit it or not. 

She let the silence sit long enough for him to calm down, for his words to settle. 

“Do you know what one of the first things Brenda taught me was?” She asked. 

Owen closed his eyes momentarily and let out a tense breath. He finally made himself look at her. 

“No.” 

“She taught me when I was upset, but kept it to myself, I’d inevitably end up creating distance between us. You’d feel that distance but wouldn’t know what was causing it. You might assume it was your fault, that you were failing as a husband. She taught me that ultimately it was unkind of me to hide what was bothering me, and unkind not to tell you what I needed.” 

He didn’t move as he worked through her words. Despite his tense posture she could see his eyes softening. Mary fought to keep her voice steady. 

“Please be kind enough to tell me what you need.” 

It was her plea that broke through. Owen dropped his head in his hands to hide his face, and while he didn’t audibly cry, his breathing was elevated. Mary moved up against his side and wrapped her arm around his back. 

“Owen.”

“I never wanted to be part of the Avengers program.” His voice was so quiet it sounded fragile. “Maddie tried to get enrolled early, but I- I only followed after her because I knew she’d get herself killed if I wasn’t there. And we’re Rogers’, right? It’s what we’re supposed to do.”

Mary’s heart fractured a little and she ran her hand up and down his spine. 

“Owen, you aren’t obligated to follow in your parent’s footsteps.” 

He let out a short, bitter laugh. 

“Aren’t I? I have these powers, I can help people. What does it say about me that I don’t want to.” He winced at his own words and corrected himself. “No, that’s not- I don’t like hurting people. Even if they deserve it. Every day, every moment, I have to be conscientious of what I do, how much force I use. I go out every night knowing that if I’m not careful I could kill someone that doesn’t have to die. Even then, I have to hurt people, and I hate it.” 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?” 

Owen looked away again, his eyes going red, his brows furrowed as if he were angry.

“Because people go to work hating their jobs everyday. I’m not special for that. I have a responsibility to you and our kids, and to the commitments I knowingly made. I can’t just stop for something as trivial as me not liking it.” 

“Yes,” Mary said, “you can. Do you hear yourself? We are not our powers, we’re people. You’re a person. You just happen to be able to do something most can’t. I know it’s so hard to separate ourselves from that, but Owen, you can’t keep doing this. You wouldn't let me, and I love you enough not to let you either.”

She tugged on his arm and he let her pull him closer. They folded into each other on the couch and let the conversation breathe as Mary ran her fingers through Owen’s curls. 

“I can’t,” Owen finally said. “Maddie-”

“Maddie is a grown woman who can make her own decisions. She knows her own limitations and the risks she takes.”

The silence settled again and Mary waited. 

“I’m supposed to lead this family,” Owen confessed. “How can I expect you all to trust me when something this- this small gets under my skin?” 

That felt much closer to the truth than his excuse about Maddie. 

“You are not less of a man because you don’t like hitting people and it upsets you.” She cupped his jaw and prompted him to look at her, the short hairs of his beard tickling her palm. He obliged, though he didn’t otherwise move; his arms stayed wrapped around her waist. 

“I love you because you are gentle, because you choose to be. Because you are kind and generous and you love with all that you are. What will hurt our family more is if we spend years watching you suffer when you don’t need to. You have a choice, Owen.” 

He pulled her closer and pressed his forehead against her shoulder. Mary kissed the top of his head and he let out a sound between a cry and a laugh. She felt his lips move as he murmured against her skin. 

“I love you. So much.” 

“I love you too. How about we relax the rest of the evening, and tomorrow we can work on your resignation?”

Owen pulled back far enough to kiss her on the lips. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think that might be a good idea.”

[angelicblondie]

fwb!rafe x meanprincess!reader

you knew you werent allowed to be jealous - that wasnt fair, and it certainly wasnt part of rafe and yours agreement.

and you knew it wasnt rational - you didnt even know why you were jealous. it wasnt like you had feelings for rafe, he was you best friend. so the two of you had fun every now and then and hooked up, he was still only just your best friend. in fact. he was really just looking out for you, making sure that you were getting the pleasure you deserved, that no one but him could give you. it was a solid arrangement, and you wouldnt change it anyways.

so what if you wanted to hold on a little tighter after he pleased you? so what if you liked it when he stayed later to watch a movie? so what if you liked it when he bought you things? these were normal things that best friends did, or at least thats what rafe told you.

but you were mad right now, and all you wanted to do was leave this stupid party rafe dragged you to.

rafe had left you alone for just a few minutes with his friends, and you didn't mind at all, enjoying the company of the two boys quite a lot. top and kelce were like brothers to you after all these years, and you thought they were the funniest boys in the obx. you were having fun, but then you turned you head to the drinks table where rafe was, surround by a literal swarm of girls. and the worst part, was he looked like he was enjoying it. you huffed with a narrow of you brows and turned your attention away from the scene, not wanting rafe to catch you looking.

you mind ran wild. what was he doing? why was he enjoying all that attention when you gave him all of yours and then some? were you not good enough for him?

you decided to play it cool, continuing your conversation with the other boys. eventually rafe came back, sitting right next to you as he was before, and handing you a drink. feeling petty, you look at the drink and scrunch your nose up, then shake your head, turning back to top and kelce. rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes, and set your drink on the table in front of him, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back against the couch, his arm resting on the cushion behind you.

you pretty much ignored rafe the whole rest of the night, and you could feel him growing frustrated beside you. rafe cleared his throat before speaking. "I've gotta take this one home, boys, curfew."

you narrow you eyes and open your mouth to oppose, but rafe sends you a withering stare and you decide against it, saying your goodbyes as rafe drags you out.

he huffs, bending down with his hands on your biceps, his expression hardened. "ok, what the fuck was that all about?"

you eyes narrow. "nothing."

he scoffs. "bull shit. why'r you actin like a brat?"

the annoyed pout on you face spoke for itself. "nothing, its just that if you wanna fuck other girls, thats fine, but i'd rather you tell me so I could get checked for whatever weird shit they're carrying around".

rafe face lights in realization and he drops his hands from your arms, running them down his face with an amused smile, shaking his head in subtle laugher.

you pout, spurred on by his sudden amusement. "what?" you snap.

he finishes his laughter, crossing his arms. "no, nothin, its just - I just get it now. i get your lil problem."

you cross your arms, mirroring him. "do you?" you ask sassily.

he chuckles, walking right in front of you, leaning down to be face to face. "sweetie, if you were feelin a lil territorial, just say that," he says, his voice quiet and cocky. his hands traveled to your waist, giving it a good squeeze.

you feel more enraged and you scoff, pushing him away (though he barely budges). "get the fuck over yourself, rafe, god!" you exclaim.

rafe grabs your wrist in a tight grip, the smile disappearing from his face. "hey, no no no. none'a that. was tryin t'be nice but guess thats out of the books, huh princess?" you pout at his condescending tone but don't speak, knowing it would only dig you in a deeper hole.

"y'know that I wasn't gunna fuck any of those girls. we were j'talkin," he explains, his voice coming across level, almost as if he was trying to dumb down his tone.

at his words, you roll your eyes, which causes rafe to tug harder on your wrists. "hey, stop," he scolds sternly. "m'not fuckin anyone else, hear me? so stop being such a little brat about it. god, makes me wonder why I fuckin put up with you."

his words trigger a pout, and you tug again at your wrist, trying to free them. "quit it, rafe, i hear you."

"nuh-uh, dont think y'hearin me," he responds, his features softening up the slightest, "how bout this, huh? i take you back to tannyhill, make y'feel real good, and then you know for sure that m'not fuckin with anyone else? how does that sound baby?"

you werent sure if it was the suggestion, or the way he called you baby that made you agree, but all you knew is that you ended the night with rafe, feeling much more confident that he wasnt, and wouldnt, fuck any other girl in the obx but you.

[moonnightyoongi]

yours | mark

love me like im never gonna leave, love me like im yours

word count: 2k

genre: angst (mainly), fluff, swearing (tehe)

a/n: just can’t stop thinkin of mark

based off the song yours | alina baraz

It had happened more than once, in fact you were definitely somewhere in the double digits but you couldn’t stop. Everything about him was intoxicating, the way he looked at you and the way he smiled at you, the smirk he had on his face when he would open the door to you - it was cocky and even though you hated it nothing could make you turn around and go back home. His voice was smooth and no matter what you asked him he never stuttered, there was a simple answer to everything. 

Except one question.

“What is this?”

You had asked him one night and you swear every single bit of colour he had in his body drained and he was left with his mouth open, small stutters coming out. You looked at him and realised what it was and what it always would be… sex. There was no hope of anything progressing past it so you simply shut your feelings off and continued to fuck him.

“Are you leaving?” He asks as you rolled out of the bed.

“Of course,” you reply searching for your dress, “I gotta get back to the wedding.”

“You already left, why do you need to go back?”

“Because my sister is so drunk she won’t remember giving me the go ahead to leave. Besides I have four missed calls from my mum and I don’t think using the excuse that I’m looking at her and waving is going to work at 1am.”

“Just stay here.”

“Why would I do that? I got a room in a 5 star hotel and a massage booked in the morning,” you frown.

“I want you to stay,” he says.

“Well I want a 5 star hotel room and a massage,” you fire back. His smile falls for a second before he looks out the window.

“Can I come with you?” He asks.

“I specifically remember you saying you never want to meet a family member or be my date to my sisters wedding,” you reply.

“I don’t, I wanna have sex in a 5 star hotel room,” he smirks. You look at him and roll your eyes, he was always so good at getting what he wanted out of you, you would move heaven and earth for him if he asked.

“Get dressed,” you sigh.

“Shall I put on my best trench coat?” He jokes.

“It’s cold, you won’t have a penis left if you do.”

He falls silent and looks at you, blinking harshly, “You’re so crude sometimes.”

“Oh sorry, do you not like hearing about how your penis will shrivel up from the cold temperature?”

He laughs, “Sweatpants it is.””

“Jeans, it’s a 5 star hotel Mark. You can’t stroll in wearing sweatpants.”

“Oh, its the brush your hair before going down to breakfast kinda vibe?” He asks.

“Brush your teeth too,” you reply.

“Can’t have orange juice then.”

“It’s the price you pay to not be judged by Gary, 55, on a business trip.”

“Where do you get these names from?” He asks laughing and throwing on a clean t-shirt.

“They just come to me,” you reply, “Zip up my dress.”

“It’s a very pretty dress,” he says walking over to you, “Floor length gowns suit you.”

“I’m just glad she let me get a navy dress and not that God awful pink dress,” you tell him. You shudder at the thought of the dress, it was a bright pink that made your eyes sore, even the thought of it irritated your eyes again. Of course, it nearly was the dress you had to wear because the meter of the groom thought you looked absolutely delightful ‘like a strawberry cheesecake’. Last time you checked you weren’t a fucking dessert. 

Mark’s hand touched the bottom of your back as you moved your hair out the way to avoid it getting caught in the zipper (again). His touch was soft, like he was afraid he would break you (or the zipper). Zipping it up slowly, he paused halfway through - letting out a sigh.

“Ah yes, do take your time Mark, there’s only a 55 year old woman waiting to chop my balls off,” you say. He lets out a laugh and you feel his breath on your shoulders causing you to shiver, even his light touch was enough to drive you mad. All you wanted was him to be yours.

“Done,” he says obviously coming out of his trance and finishing your zipper quickly.

“Let’s go,” you tell him, “Uber’s nearly here.”

<—>

She was like a dog to a bone, as soon as the Uber pulled up in front of the hotel she was rushing down the stairs ready to pounce on you. Until she saw Mark get out of the car with you.

“Who is this?” Your mum asks surprised.

“My friend Mark,” you reply with an awkward smile. She stares at him before putting her hand out for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiles.

“Where the fuck have you been?” She snaps looking at you, clearly breaking out of her Mark trance.

“With Mark, he needed me,” you say. It was partly true, he had needed you - just a different kind of need.

“I had locked myself out,” he says, “My roommates are all out and not answering their phones.”

“We tried to get in through an open window but he nearly dropped me,” you lie.

“That’s so you, even when you’re not the one navigating you get lost.”

“What?” You ask confused.

“Who knows, I asked your father to get me vodka and he got me whiskey. It’s my nonsense drink,” she dismisses, “He’s useless, all men are. Your poor sister, her husband is the worst. He tripped over a table cloth today, how could he miss it? The floor is brown and the cloth was fucking white, not to mention there was also a table underneath it.”

“Go to bed mum,” you cut in.

“Is Mark staying with you?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“You know the rules.”

“I can’t leave the door of the room open, anyone could come in.”

“Leave the bathroom door open,” she says turning on her heel.

“Wh-,” Mark begins.

You shake your head and cut him off, “Don’t question it, she’ll start another conversation that’ll last another 10 minutes and I haven’t got it in me to de-code her.”

“Are you the same on whiskey?” Mark asks as you both walk up the steps of the hotel.

“Gin!” Your mother shouts, “Gin is her mumbling drink. On her birthday last year she started to recite the whole script from the film The Bee Movie. I don’t know know where she learnt it, we were always such Shrek people.”

“What is going on?” Mark asks, eyes raised.

“Don’t ask,” you reply, “Where’s your room mum? We’ll walk you.’

“Don’t be silly, there’s your father. FATHER!” She shouts, “Wait he’s not my father, MICK!”

“Who the fuck is Mick?” You ask her, “Dad! Take her, she’s driving me insane.”

You walk her over to him and he smiles weakly, “She’s been watching a lot of shows lately, Mick is one of the characters.”

“You hope,” you smile before walking back over to Mark, “Let’s get to the room quick, she might start reciting Shrek.”

“Donkey!” You hear her shout as you run up the staircase to the floor you were on.

“It’s begun,” you say looking at him. He laughs loudly as you walk down the hallway to the room you would be staying in. 

“Fancy,” he says kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his jeans. He looked around intently while all you could do was stare at him, he looked beautiful even with his messy hair and tired eyes. Part of you was so glad he asked if he could come, you didn’t want to leave him - well, ever.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks snapping you out of your daydream.

“My mum,” you lie.

“She’s really funny.”

“Lucky for you she’s so drunk she won’t remember she met you tomorrow,” you say throwing the room key on the desk.

“I don’t mind if she does,” he says walking into the room.

You smile awkwardly once more and lean against the desk, unsure of what move to make. You normally knew what you were going to do when you saw Mark - but this felt like alien territory. Would you lie next to him? Turn the TV on and watch shitty morning television shows? Or would you simply sleep 2 feet apart?

“Come here,” Mark says putting his hands out for you to take.

“What do you want?” You ask accepting them and letting him pull you towards him.

“What are you really thinking?”

“About what to do.”

“We could just relax and watch TV, order some room service?”

“That sounds really nice,” you smile.

<—>

Less than hour later you both sat on the bed eating ribs and watching some stupid quiz show. Everyone answer you shouted was wrong of course, how did people know these things? How didn’t you know these things? 

Times like this felt nice, it was just you two doing normal things together. It wasn’t some quick hook up then ended with you leaving after it was done and feeling shit as you walked out the door, him not even batting an eyelid at you.

“How do people know these things?” Mark asks.

“That’s what I was thinking,” you reply throwing the rib bone on the plate and sighing, “I ate too much.”

“You don’t need to get back into the dress, you’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be bloated for my massage tomorrow.”

“She’ll deflate you,” he jokes.

“He’ll,” you correct.

“A male massage therapist, lucky you.”

“Hm, he’ll apply more pressure,” you say lying down and rubbing your eyes.

“Can I admit something to you?” He asks.

“You always wanted to be a massage therapist?” You joke.

“No,” he laughs moving to lie down next to you, “I really enjoy your company.”

“I bet you do.”

“No, I mean your company. Like that night we played games and the winner got oral,” he says, “I like doing those things with you.”

“Cause’ you always win and get oral,” you tell him. 

He looks at you seriously before looking down, “Yeah, because I always win.”

You almost didn’t believe him till the smirk reappeared on his face seconds later, “Wanna play a game?”

“Goodnight Mark,” you groan turning over.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he whispers.

You never wanted it to be morning. You wanted to stay in this moment with him. You wanted to feel his body heat next to you forever, you wanted to stay up late doing stupid mundane things with him.

You wanted him to be yours.

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02/26/2021 DAB Transcript

Leviticus 19:1-20:21, Mark 8:11-38, Psalms 42:1-11, Proverbs 10:17

Today is the 26th day of February welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it’s great to here with you today as we continue…well…we’ve kinda got a final push in this month now, a couple days left in this month. But as we continue our journey through the book of Feb…the book of February…I gotta like rewind the whole thing and start over, right? Hopefully I can…hopefully I can read today. So, it…it’s the month of February. It’s the 26th day of that month and we’re reading from the book of Leviticus in the Old Testament We’re reading from the New Living Translation this week. Leviticus 19 verse 1 through 20 verse 21.

Commentary:

Okay. Let’s talk about Caesarea Philippi today. This is a town in Israel north of the Sea of Galilee, about 15 miles and it's…it's odd because normally at this time year, normally right now we would be in the land of the Bible leading pilgrimage. And I don't know if this would be the day that we go to Caesarea Philippi but it would be somewhere around here and once we got to the Galilee. And, so, the Sea of Galilee is kind of in northern Israel. And then heading up toward the border with like Syria and Lebanon we would encounter Caesarea Philippi. Like I said, about 15 miles north of the Sea of Galilee, north of where Jesus kind of headquartered His ministry. This is a very pagan city. It was a Roman city so you kind of have…have special permission to get in there is a Jew. The kinds of things that we’re going on there, like the ritual…the ritual idol worship that was going on there was offensive, very offensive to Hebrew people. So, Hebrew clergy of any sort, they’re not gonna go anywhere near there. And yet here's the Rabbi Jesus going there, going there to this place. And the point is this…it's…it’s not by accident. Like you don't just walk on foot, 15 miles one way accidentally and go, “oh shucks, I didn't know there was a city here. What is this place?” They knew this was a hub of Roman governance, this was a very Roman city and they worshiped…well…primarily they worship the God Pan there. And Pan is known for instilling Pan-ic in its enemies. And Pan was…well…a lot of fertility rites happened around the worship of Pan. Pan was thought to be half human and half goat. And, so, the kind of rituals that would happen in this type of worship we would…we would find them to be revolting and perverse. I guess you just have to imagine fertility, humans, goats all working together toward some sort of blessing of the deity Pan and you sort of get the idea. And, like I was saying this place, it's ruins, it's an archaeological ruin at this point, but it still exists. And, so, you know, it wasn't just like ritual worship. That was one part of town, like the religious part of town where the temples were, where we go to…to worship but then there’s other parts of town as well. But in the area where the temples were there’s this massive cliff face. I want to say it's a good hundred feet tall and it’s just kind of stark. It's up a sheer cliff face. If you were up on top of it, you couldn't climb down without ropes and stuff. You’d fall to your death but at the base of that…of that cliff face is a huge cave. And in previous times before the Romans, before Pan, this was side of Baal worship. And, of course, in the Old Testament we hear plenty about the Baals. This is a place of Baal worship and the cave was thought to be the place where Baal would enter this world from the underworld and then would return to the underworld from this world through that cave and that cave was known as the gates of hell. So, it's a really really interesting place, but it's also really interesting what's happening here. So, Jesus and His disciples are doing this 15-mile walk, they’re getting near Caesarea Philippi and Jesus starts to inquire about assumptions. What are the assumptions about me, right? What are people saying about me? What do they…who do they say that I am? And that's when they find out that the assumptions about Jesus are that He’s John the Baptist just resurrected from the dead, that he's Elijah, the ancient prophet, that He’s one of the other prophets that is returned. Those are incorrect assumptions, but they are the assumptions, and they are the things that people were saying about Jesus. And then Jesus asks what I think is probably the most important question that a human being can…can be asked and that a human being can answer. Who do you say that I am? And that is when Peter declares, “you are the Messiah.” We’ve encountered this story once already. We’re in the second gospel in the book of Matthew. That's when Jesus says, “Peter, my father revealed this to you.” And then He says, “upon this rock I will build my church and the gates of hell will not prevail against it.” That is really important because now we are tying geography to a declaration of Christ. He's in Caesarea Philippi where the gates of hell were thought to be. And maybe…maybe when we pass this territory again in the Gospels we’ll talk more about it, but let's focus in on the conversation. Let’s focus in on the fact that Jesus was geographically located, making statements, but his question, “who do you say that I am? No matter what anybody else is saying about me” basically is what Jesus is saying. “No matter what anybody else is saying about me because everything else that’s being said is wrong. Who do you say that I am?” And that is something to take into our day-to-day. I have spent my entire life with the desire to know God deeply and I realize that people say all kinds of things about who Jesus is. And I realize that at the end of it all it isn't Jesus looking at me asking me who Mary says He is or who Tom says He is, or who George says He is who Tiffany says He is, it's who I say that He is that matters to Him and our relationship. And that is how it is for you too. Who do you say that Jesus is?

Prayer:

Father, we have the instant correct answers to that. Like, we could spout off the correct answer, but it's far deeper than that. The questions way more probing than that. It goes down to the bedrock. It's like our declaration of faith. And, so, Holy Spirit come before we just spout off the right answer. We want to sit in this. We want to marinate in this. We want to contemplate this. We want to meditate upon it. Who does our heart say that you are? Who does our lives say that you are? Come Holy Spirit into these questions we pray. In the name of Jesus. Amen.

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[kinkymagnus]

I love you (no Romo though) also do you have omega Magnus ideas

flkgjdgkdjfg mood anon

hm... ok this will probably be messy but let’s get on some highlights

OK THIS GOT SUPER LONG HAHAHA

set up and worldbuilding my guys

ok so first of all i feel like i gotta talk about how this interacts with trans magnus. i promise i’ll get to the fun stuff afterwards!!

i know some people like to go more into like, the realistic dynamics of a/b/o (trans a/b/o people, as in, a trans alpha who was born an omega, or like, sexism that has to do with a/b/o and those different new stereotypes, as well as like “non traditional a/b/o dynamics” like alpha/alpha or omega/omega relationships, how this interacts with new different sexualities (being attracted to only alpha females? alphas and betas and all primary genders? etc.) and how it intersects with REAL transphobia and sexism and sexuality) and like.... i have two takes on this i guess:

one: while this is not inherently wrong i guess, it’s just. not what i get from a/b/o. for me a/b/o isn’t a complex worldbuilding set to play with necessarily, although i def am one to ask questions and overthink worldbuilding even in the stupidest of shit. but like, i come to a/b/o for fluff (nesting, fluffy heat sex, maybe scenting and/or “mates” if i’m feeling it), smut (knotting, heats/ruts, etc.), and MAYBE angst but that gets into dodgy territory sometimes. (i’m a slut for arranged marriage aus tho ngl dfgkldjfdg.) like. that specific set of tropes is combined perfectly in a/b/o, and it’d be hard to do that in a coherent au as this is already established and saying “au where alec has knots and magnus has heats” is weird. the only other au that gets close is very specifically like a werewolf au which has its own trappings, you know? it’s a specific coherent and established au and it’s hard to separate the tropes i like from the other stuff.

two: again, i don’t think it’s inherently bad. but i do think that a lot of people who do this are basically just reinventing real issues like transphobia, homophobia/queerphobia, and sexism... without actually dealing with those things or the characters they would involve. and i think that it often strays into yikes territory. so like. i don’t love it. (also it does have some yikes stuff people do like going really, really hard on the oppressed omega angle, or worse, reinforcing the gender roles of omega = submissive soft weak baby, alpha = strong dominant and scary man. or sometimes they establish other roles but either way like, all their characters fall into that. and i think sometimes it kind of works for this feeling like a guilty pleasure trash romance novel where it’s just uncomplicated fantasy of being taken care of, but like.... even then it just gets dodgy, you know? also it does tend to get INCREDIBLY rapey.)

i often used a/b/o for the things i mentioned, and before i started writing trans magnus smut, also ironically as a way to sort of write trans magnus in smut without actually doing it out of fear of backlash/lack of popularity. and while backlash hasn’t been much of a problem, my popularity has definitely gone down fics-wise. (i get much less in the stats area on ao3 now)

and cis omega magnus is in a way basically trans magnus but he has a penis and there’s knotting. like i said, in many ways, a/b/o is sort of a way to write porn with trans characters while keeping to cisnormativity. i, as a trans person, took advantage of that to get more comfortable with writing it, but a lot of cis people use it basically to just. do that. you know.

so how do i reconcile this with trans magnus?

basically i say “fuck you, he’s trans AND an omega, i want heats/ruts and knotting and nesting and shit” and then ignore it lmao

like ok he isn’t cis. he’s afab and gnc and all the shit i normally write, it’s just like. he also gets heats and his ass doesn’t get wet dlfkjgdfg (god it sounds So Unappealing when you say it like that. now that i allow myself to write smut with real trans characters i could never go back to a/b/o--although, like. some a/b/o aus actually do have male omegas have a pussy but that feels even more slimy in the sense of just. make them trans.) and like alec’s an alpha and so on you know.

i basically just ignore all the complex worldbuilding shit and trying to figure out how sexuality and gender and the various -phobias and -isms would be effected by the addition of secondary genders and their trappings, and just go “fuck you” under the guise of an a/b/o au

tl;dr, so i have a lot of complicated feelings on a/b/o and how it generally is something i do not trust people to write properly. but i also am a total slut of a lot of tropes that are sort of entrenched in a/b/o specifically. namely, heats/ruts, knotting, nesting/scenting, etc.

let’s get into the fun stuff.

magnus and heats :)

ok so heats are super like. vulnerable, you know? i’d think magnus would take heat suppressants (ah another plot convenience in this au) because he doesn’t want to spend his heat with someone he doesn’t trust. that’s not to say he’s never had a heat with someone, or even that it’s been all bad experiences, but it never clicked super well i think and like, it’s something that’s very hard for him. because there’s a lot of vulnerability and trust involved, and he loses control and could so easily get hurt

also possibility: while he can take suppressants to lessen how many times he gets a heat, taking them consistently for literally centuries sounds like it could fuck someone up. so. perhaps. magnus occasionally spends his heat with a trusted friend like meliorn (not someone who feels like Family and therefore would it feel incesty, but def someone who is a close friend) and while he still doesn’t love the feeling of being that vulnerable, and it can be uncomfortable--it’s not like he’s looking forward to it--but like... he definitely does trust meliorn (and possibly other non canon characters?) and it’s not like it’s disgusting and miserable. it’s not like, The Same, but it satisfies the biological side of it and sometimes it’s even like. fun, you know? it’s nice.

ngl i actually kind of like the idea of meliorn helping him with these heats and being like a trusted alpha he knows would never hurt him like that. that does mess with any angst you want to go with him not trusting alphas or not like, having good experiences with heats/ruts (like in “stuck in a rut”), but like, different aus different stories, and anyway you could probably work something in there about meliorn specifically being different and someone he trusts

this is on and off, he sometimes does have heats with whatever romantic partner he’s with, although it... doesn’t always end well. so he has a lot of bad experiences, but at least with meliorn he has a good experience to look to, as well.

also camille was a TERRIBLE alpha. i can 100 percent see her using his heat against him to hurt him (and being like oh baby dont you trust me? you cant go to this seelie for your heats, you cant cheat on me, and why are you taking suppressants, dont you trust me--?) as well as potentially her ruts (actually a) im not sure i want to go into the logistics of a female alpha--would she... have a penis? because i’m not making camille a trans woman nor am i touching those transmisgyonistic vibes with a ten foot pole. b) actually, maybe she’s a beta. she could use that against him, as well--being like she doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal, you know? also i refuse to believe only an alpha can satiate a heat even tho it would work the best because like--fuck i’m overthinking the worldbuilding again this is EXACTLY what i wanted to avoid. fuck, never mind.)

but like...........when he gets it (namely with alec, because yes, i am a slut) with like someone he honestly is a viable “mate” or someone he trusts and like, has actual romantic feelings for, too...............it’s literally mindblowing. magnus had no fucking idea heats could feel this good. obviously he had fun with meliorn and felt safe even if he felt kind of awkward/uncomfortable (not bc of anything meliorn did but his own issues with being vulnerable) but like............... alec just fucking makes him melt???

like he felt safe before, he did know meliorn would never ever hurt him or take advantage of his heat, but now he feels so like... free and safe and open? it’s not just the normal vulnerability that comes with but the complete lack of discomfort, just feeling absolutely safe and like. not worried at all? again i want to emphasize it’s not that he felt unsafe before or that meliorn necessarily did something wrong, but bc of his own like. readiness to be vulnerable + while he does trust meliorn, it’s like. it hits different with a romantic partner (in this specific context!! this is not a romantic > platonic thing), if that makes sense.

an y wa  y THE POINT IS. magnus is like. Mind Blown. having sex with alec during his heat is like. amazing. alec is so intent on taking care of him and just worshiping his body (alec!! ravishing him!! pressing warm kisses all over his tits!!! big hands all over his body!! caressing him everywhere and giving him physical affection all over and just making him squirm and moan!!!!!!) and like. not only is he absolutely intent on taking care of magnus and making him feel good and making sure he’s comfortable, but like also it’s just??? really fun?? and alec gives him so much affection and so many kisses???

magnus is not the best conversation partner during heat because he is a little. busy. but it doesn’t stop alec from talking to him and helping him stay grounded and just like... treating him like a person? he hadn’t realized one of the reasons he was so comfortable with meliorn and now alec wasn’t just bc he knew them well and trusted them with this kind of thing, but because like. they treated him like he was present despite him being mostly non-verbal and incoherent beyond vague pleading. like, they always made sure he was comfortable and talked to him and didn’t just do what they wanted with him. it didn’t feel like he was a doll--getting satisfied and fucked hard, yes, but like. also sort of just being used. and not in the fun sexy pre-planned way, but like, in a way that just made him feel more distant and disconnected.

but alec very much doesn’t do that. he keeps talking (and there is a lot of praise! so much praise and gentle affection and teliing him how beautiful he is and how good he’s doing--and of course dirty talk wink wink) and even narrating what he’s doing/his intentions, you know, and not only his voice generally soothing but it’s just nice you know

and like again i would just like to go back to alec ravishing magnus’s tiddies with kisses and holding them in his Big Hands and massaging them and like kissing his nipples and just making him feel so good??? iconic. we stan.

and alec like. is the perfect mix of gentle and rough, you know? he knows when to pin magnus down and fuck him nice and hard and rough and get him squealing and begging, but he also knows when to be gentle--particularly at the beginning and when he’s coming down. not to mention even when he is fucking magnus hard there’s a lot of gentle touch accompanying it

also not to just be a slut but

Also It Feels Good Because Alec Has a Huge Cock

that’s not to say meliorn doesn’t or even that you need a big dick to pleasure someone well but like.

alec has a big cock.

and it feels. hhhhh. good

magnus when alec first slides into him in heat: [straight up just immediately goes incoherent and whining with pleasure and kinda just mewling and clawing weakly at his back or the sheets on either side of him]

and alec fucks him so well :) like they’re honestly both feeling so fucking good like just AAAAAAAAA im such a slut for alec taking care of magnus in heat

also. uhh. K N O T T I N G

alec sliding into him nice and slow to make sure hes ok and like hes loving it, alec fucks him, and when he’s about to knot him magnus is somewhere in the back of his mind expecting that usual queasy sort of anticipation like he does Want It but usually he does kind of feel a little discomfort and again just... apprehension. this is The Moment, and he’s really giving up control you know

but it. doesnt come (but magnus is about to AHAHA)

and he just wants.

like he honestly just really really wants this and it’s kind of a revelation how much he genuinely wants this

alec knots him and magnus is Losing His Mind it feels so fucking good he comes almost right away and he’s just right there again

hes so Full and everything about it feels amazing

and like after alec has like. made him come a dozen times squirting and came inside magnus’s cunt and kept him knotted full there’s just this moment where magnus is exhausted in the best way, lying on his back, legs spread, alec still knotted inside him, his cunt is full of cum and he’s panting and moaning a little and alec is just on top of him and it’s warm and amazing and he’s coming down from the high and he just feels.... incredibly relaxed actually

like he’s like wow have i ever been this melty and relaxed and floaty, like, ever?

the answer is no, not really.

alec is just gently stroking his hair, pressing soft close-mouthed kisses to his skin, and they just sort of cuddle for a bit while waiting for magnus to come down completely from his heat and for alec’s knot to go down and honestly just lying there entwined is really, really nice.

magnus is full and relaxed and he genuinely loves this feeling in a way he’s never experienced before

even when alec pulls out and magnus is pretty much back to himself completely again magnus is so exhausted he just sort of lies back and lets himself breathe and alec is like Pamper Mode Activate(TM) and magnus tries to be like its ok to relax i do like cuddling with you and i can clean up myself its ok and alecs like But I Want To Take Care Of You and like helps clean him up (just... magnus lets himself relax as alec gently uses a damp cloth to wipe away cum and slick you know? idk there’s just something intimate and sweet about the dom helping clean their sub up in the aftercare) and gets him water and a snack and then once they’re both tidied up pulls him into his arms and he strokes his hair and they just cuddle and it’s great :)

i wonder if magnus talks to meliorn about this either. hm

and from then on, alec is the one he goes to for heats. and alec, of course, becomes immortal, which means he can take care of magnus for the rest of their lives :’))

whether magnus would stay on suppressants is another matter because on one hand heats can be inconvenient and like he might still want to minimize them, but on the other hand Hnnnnnnggg Alec Feel Good. so i could see them going either way here.

also i mean................that’s not to say that meliorn would Never help magnus either..... two possibilities here: 1. for whatever reason magnus’s heat is coming and alec can’t be there. meliorn is happy to help. it’s good to have back up i guess lkjfgh fuck idk. but the real fun one....

2. as magnus has more heats, they may or may not have a little Fun with it. perhaps roleplay (whether this be like “oh..... oh no..... im a poor little maid and i’ve gone into heat.....Looks Like My Boss Will Have To Fuck Me” or like even pretending the heat isn’t part of it and he’s Just That Slutty and we love to see it, etc. obviously they alec is sure not to push it too far, he teases magnus but probably a lot less than he normally would bc he’s so sensitive and needy and eager-to-please, but like.... they sure do have some fucking fun with this.

and also. i mean.

threesomes. y’all knew i was going here.

look idk how i got so far on the magnus/meliorn (as close friends and fuckbuddies not romantically) train but HERE WE ARE.

magnus getting absolutely wrecked by two alphas and LOVING it is not something he ever thought would happen, particularly while he was in heat, but it’s happening and he absolutely loves it.

also there are other fun possible scenarios like in “goldenrod” where alec doesn’t know that magnus is an omega and Shenanigans Ensue or whatever like just....both fluffy and angsty possibilities.

i’m a total slut for friends to lovers “oh no magnus is in heat :( but alec can help him through it, gently and lovingly, just completely as a friend :)” which can get into dubcon territory but if you fuck with it it’s doable. and i’m just a slut for pining pre-relationship heat sex.

even like in an au, alec playing the role meliorn did in the previous bullet points but blended with how i discussed their first heat together so like... helping his best friend through his heats, showing him a really good time, making sure he’s comfortable and magnus is just like wow i’ve never felt this good and safe during a heat before :) guess it’s because we’re friends and definitely no other reasons :)

i’m not sure how to word this right but i feel like there’s a potential angst here of like a mundane au of some sort wherein magnus has only had a few relationships with alphas and none of them great so when alec is helping him through his heat he assumes it’s different (as in, alec is so gentle and caring and treating him like this, and he feels safe) because they’re friends and it’s a different dynamic, and that being treated Badly is just like, the normal way alphas treat their mates. or something. look. let me have my whump ok

but the point is alec sets him straight obviously

but like anyway i just like.........i adore friends to lovers malec and heat sex it’s got so much fluffy potential with magnus just feeling Utterly Safe (and pining angst) and alec is both a) incredibly turned on/helplessly in love with him so he’s loving every second (even tho Pining Angst) and b) just in awe that magnus trusts him that much??? (also sad he’s SURPRISED at being treated gently flgkhfjghgh)

malec and ruts

ok as i explored in “stuck in a rut” i think it makes sense that magnus would not feel incredibly secure during ruts. it’s not something he would have sought out with say, meliorn, although he would have been willing to do that meliorn has other partners more than willing to help him with that and actually love it while magnus is. very wary of it.

like a heat, it leaves him feeling very out of control and it seems kind of scary--but it’s almost worst, because rather than feeling needy and helpless (which is a good thing when with a trusted partner but not so much when he’s less sure, or when they take advantage of that) it’s like. he’s cornered totally sober with a similarly out of control alpha, except with more Dominance(TM) and potential aggression you know?

so maybe he’s had some very bad experiences before. and i doubt it’s been literally all terrible, but i think he would likely avoid relationships with alphas, so he wouldn’t have a lot of experiences to draw from overall anyway

but like okay let’s get to the fun stuff

i’ve been over the angst of magnus not being sure how this is gonna go but wanting to Tough It Out with “stuck in a rut” although it’s probably a bit exaggerated for fun angst purposes but idk aaaaa

but anyway the point is here. alec gets his first rut with magnus and like, he probably hasn’t been with anyone during a rut (suppressants?) so this is wild for both of them

but even Feral(TM) alec’s entire goal is just taking care of magnus

i mean obviously there’s an element of like wanting to get his own satisfaction and all but it’s just like..... mutual pleasure you know??? like he wants to fuck magnus nice and hard and make him feel good and magnus is just a mewling mess in his arms letting alec take control and ravish him and they are both having a great time actually

but like ok let’s just. move away for a moment from angst

just................... alec fucking magnus nice and hard and rough, pinning him down and “”making“” him take it, and there isn’t really much teasing because he’s too busy wanting to fuck magnus and fill him up :) 

but like it’s also fluffy bc even all needy and desperate alec still takes the time to make sure he’s ready and prepared and wet and into this before fucking him, makes sure he’s comfortable and checks in on him and if magnus safeworded or told him to stop you know he absolutely would, without hesitation, even if it literally hurt to do. which is basic decency obviously but the like.... the just trust and care there? the fact that even in a literal fucking rut when he’s supposed to be out of control he’d force himself to stop if magnus needed or wanted him to is just.... comforting and good and i love it 

and magnus is like hm i have never felt this safe when with an alpha in rut before! time to examine this trauma later.

nesting (ft. scenting)

AAAAAAAAAAAA

i love the concept of nesting so much it’s so fluffy and sweet and dkgjfklgjg 

you build a pillow/blanket/clothing nest that smells like the people u love and u feel safe in 

and then you get ravished in it sometimes

iconic.

like magnus just piling a fuck ton of soft things (ranging from blankets/pillows to just like spare sheets and shit like that) and stealing alec’s clothes to put in there and curling up in the middle of it feeling safe and in heaven tbh 

especially once they key component of the nest arrives: alec

*magnus yoinking alec into the nest and immediately curling up against him like a particularly insistent cat* 

alec is just like This Is Precious and wraps his arms around him and strokes his hair and magnus is purring (purring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we Will discuss this later) 

and it’s just nice and somft??

fluffy cuddles?

i feel like nesting would be a particular urge either during or near heats so im just imagining pre heat magnus being like *suddenly stands up* I Must Gather Soft Things (Meaning Pillows, Blankets, And Alec) 

and he just makes a nest, all aesthetically pleasing and arranged nicely, maybe a candle nearby with a nice scent that kind of helps, and just..... curling up in alecs arms all content

and alec ADORES this like the first several times magnus was scared of coming off as clingy so he suppressed nesting instincts let alone cuddly needy clingy instincts but alec was sort of like hey baby it’s ok if you just don’t want to but do u need to nest? 

and also he just made a point of being more touchy/affectionate when his heat was coming up/dying down and he watched carefully to make sure it didn’t magnus uncomfortable but he melted into it even more than usual

so like just....alec cuddling the fuck out of magnus in his nest and it’s warm and safe and smells like home????

scenting i feel is kind of weird and i feel weird being like “mm he smells good” or whatever but like also it can be so cute when done right you know lkgjdgfg like omg just...... Alec Smells Like Home

their scents kinda mix and both of them have the others’ lingering on them and people can tell they’re super close 

and just.....................again..........alec like scenting him, marking him as his in a sort of gentle soft way? and like, burying his nose in his neck and nuzzling him and he smells so nice and good??? 

especially if you’re going with true mates think their mates’ scent is just the best thing ever flgjlkjlfkgjfgh

but anyway ok

back to nesting

and specifically, because i am a whore, to S E X

magnus feeling absolutely safe there and it smells like home and alec’s holding him and it’s so--

hey so i know i said i was going to do sex,

but hold on a sec

ANGST

magnus has nested before. but generally not with romantic partners. 

not sure if familal nesting is a thing--i feel like it’s possible, but given a general association with heat (i mean one could either feel the urge to or simply enjoy nesting outside of Heat Time(TM) but like) it feels a little weird

so let’s go with it’s more romantic except for maybe like really young kids or something idk 

but anyway moving on from that

magnus has nested before

but almost always alone

and an empty nest is just not the same?? it’s still warm/safe but like... it feels empty and sad too. especially if he DOES have a romantic partner they just don’t want to nest with him--saying he’s clingy, or it’s time consuming/boring to just sit there, or whatever else. 

camille was particularly guilty of this, he had to basically hide his nest and cram it in a closet or something (the enclosed space was actually kind of nice but it was too cramped for his liking and it felt even more empty and sad than usual)

and then he would just be there alone in his small empty nest and it was still reassuring but it was just......not the same 

also he didn’t have anything to ground him so he got all fidgety (adhd magnus? adhd magnus.) and like it was a lot less comforting than normal you know 

but with alec OH BOY

not only does he feel all warm and grounded in alec’s arms like he can relax and doze off and feel good and alec is stroking his hair and it’s just. nice

but like also 

BACK TO SEX

alec making sweet love to magnus in their nest and it’s just like wow this is the most safe place possible

it’s not even heat sex they’re just having fun and magnus is like this is my dream come true

and then obviously there is also heat sex

it is the most mindblowing thing either of them have ever experienced

also i feel like while it’s not an instinct thing to build nests for ruts, they still do it because they’re soft and it helps them relax anyway

PURRING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PURRING

ok i absolutely love the a/b/o headcanon i’ve seen before where like, omegas purr only when feeling completely safe? particularly around alphas?

so like. 

magnus doesn’t purr that often.

or he didn’t but then he fell in love with alec “his arms feel like home and safety and love” lightwood

it is not uncommon to see him cuddled in alec’s arms purring contently

or like in his nest leaning into alec’s side or head resting on his chest, PURRING

also i have this fic somewhere but au wherein alec doesn’t know magnus is an omega yet and then finds out because magnus dozed off on his chest and BEGAN. PURRING. BECAUSE HE FEELS SO FUCKING SAFE AND TRUSTS ALEC SO MUCH. 

even if he hadn’t told alec about being an omega yet for whatever reason

anyway just alec stroking magnus’s hair while he purrs away and its adorable and also soothing for both of them so they fall asleep like that 

magnus’s purring is like a soothing thing for alec big time its good sensory time and also just generally nice so its easy for him to conk out with magnus warm in his arms and purring loudly 

it’s very nice 

and also he loves that magnus feels that safe with him

MATES

this one will be short but like 

basically the whole mates for life thing is cute

and it can just kinda be like soulmate aus

which are all vaguely problematic but just really cute/fun to have and not think about too hard 

so them being mates is just cute idk man i like it 

ok that’s it for now (i’m gonna add more in a separate reblog for reasons but that’s only on one topic, you’ll see--i think i’ll do that tomorrow bc im very tired rn) that’s the omega magnus manifesto (some parts not included) 

[makorragal-312]

Void (Part Three)

Here’s the (hopefully) long awaited part three of the Void series. I really hope you guys like it!

Man, was getting permission always this stressful? Lance was currently pacing around the Garrison, avoiding the confused gazes of Garrison personnel and visitors alike. He had just come from his "sit-down" with Coran to get his permission to take out Allura on their date; which had only proven to be one of, if not THE most stressful conversation he has ever had in his entire life. Usually when a guy gets the dad's permission to take out their little girl, there's nothing more than the cold stare, telling him to bring home his little girl by a decent time, and the infamous "if she comes home crying, I'll break your kneecaps" line, or at least something to that effect. He didn't expect to come out of it having to scurry around the Garrison with his head down because of him wearing the equivalent of Altean courtship armor for just a simple date.

And now he found himself here. Aimlessly walking down another hallway in the Garrison to calm his nerves, which was somewhat difficult considering the metal bucket that was weighing down on his head.

"Lance! Are you okay?"

Lance raised his eyes to find Shiro walking towards him holding papers, a look of concern on his face. The red paladin gave him a small, reassuring smile.

"H-hey, Shiro! Don't worry about me! I don't wanna keep you." Shiro stopped in front of him, a smirk making its way on his face.

"Really? Because you look like you want to make a mad dash for the dorms. And besides, I can make some time." Lance sighed. He should've known Shiro would see right through the facade. He was always able to tell when something was wrong with him or anyone else on the team and he never hesitated to stop and listen to anyone's problems. That's what made him great to Lance, and something he definitely missed when Shiro was gone for all that time.

"Yeah. I'm just worried that Coran is gonna kill me if he finds out I took this stuff off." Lance replied. Shiro leaned back and took in the boy's attire. Aside from the VERY visible and VERY mangled bucket, he had on two metal pots that served as shoulder pads, each with a corresponding cape and a link of sausages around his neck. Honestly, it's no wonder why the sharpshooter looked like he wanted to run for the hills.

"I'm guessing this has something to do with Allura? Like a date?" the former paladin inquired. Lance snapped his fingers and pointed at him, signaling that his guess was correct. This caused Shiro to widen his eyes.

"Wait, really?"

"I know. I was shocked, too. But she said yes and we're gonna just go with the flow, y'know?" Lance stated, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as he looked down at the ground. Shiro looked at him, only to feel a tiny ping in his chest. As happy as he was for the red paladin, he couldn't help but be reminded of his brother, the one who had bared his soul and fears to him not too long ago. Who was worried about this kind of development happening. But despite that, his friend was happy and he needed to support him.

"Wow. I'm happy for you, Lance." Shiro finally responded with a small smile. Lance smiled back at him.

"Thanks. At least

someone

has the decency to say that with a straight face!" Lance yelled. Shiro raised an eyebrow in confusion, prompting the red paladin to keep going.

"No, listen! I went to tell Pidge the good news earlier! But guess what? One look at me like this and she was on the floor laughing for a good two minutes! Hell, I could still hear her when I was walking away!"

"Hunk laughed at you, too?"

"No, Hunk was cool. He at least had the decency to try and hold it in and gulp it down and give me some tips." Shiro nodded in acknowledgement. He expected this kind of reaction from Hunk and Pidge, but he knew that they came from a good place and there was no malicious intent behind it. Lance stilled for a moment.

"By the way, where's Keith?" he asked. With everything that had been going on the last couple of months, Lance couldn't even remember the last time he even talked to the aforementioned black paladin. He was still somewhat looking forward to finishing their conversation from several moons ago, but with everything going on with Earth they barely had time to acknowledge it. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if Keith ended up forgetting.

"He said he was going to relax with Cosmo. Knowing him he's probably outside." Shiro answered. Lance, unbeknownst to himself, exhaled in relief.

"Okay. Thanks for listening, Shiro!" Lance said as he began to run past his friend, starting his search for his friend. Shiro smiled and waved at him.

"No problem! Have fun!" the former paladin shouted back. He watched as the Cuban boy ran, attracting more attention from his mere apparel alone. Once he was out of sight, Shiro sighed softly, a conflicted frown on his face. Lance was going to get his happy ending, but at the cost of his brother's own happiness. The captain began his walk to find Iverson, mentally saying a silent prayer along the way.

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It only took a few minutes before Lance was able to spot Keith, atop of the black lion. He was sitting next to Kosmo, staring out at the sunset. Like it was going to be the last time he would ever get to enjoy such a beautiful sight with such content. Lance couldn't help but to stare at his leader in awe, like he shouldn't be disturbed. But given since he was already here, he might as well go all the way. And so he started to climb.

"Man, you can be a real hard guy to find when you wanna be." Lance said, exhausted.

"Hey, Lance. Whoa!"

Through his exhaustion, he was a able to spot Keith's second take at him before looking up at him in utter shock. Slight embarrassment took over Lance as he looked down.

"What are you wearing?" Lance sighed, slowly walking towards the half-Galran and sitting down..

"Coran made it for me for my date with Allura." He heard Keith pause before he went on.

"A date with Allura?" Wow! Well done, Lance." Okay, that was something Lance didn't expect to hear. Sure, Keith isn't the type to tear someone down when they got a sliver of good news, but he usually isn't one to sound so...

happy

about it. The most he would do is just shrug and mutter out a little "Good for you" or "Congratulations" before walking out. The red paladin thought back to the conversation when they were saving Shiro after he crash landed back on Earth.

Oh, wait. I remember you. You're a cargo pilot.

Well, not anymore. I'm fighter class now thanks to you washing out.

Well, congratulations.

"Thanks. But it could be our last. I can't keep all these Altean customs straight." Lance remarked sadly, taking off his heavy metal bucket in the process. He's not going to lie and say he didn't feel any pressure going into this date. This wasn't just any regular girl. This was a princess from another planet. One who he actively died for so that they could have this moment in time. So, naturally, it came with the territory that he had to follow some customs the same way he would've had he still stayed on Earth and never found Shiro. And it didn't really help that he spent all that time trying to get her attention only for her to brush him aside and reject him, even going as far as to fall in love Lotor. But considering that he was now out of the way, Allura finally noticed him. But he couldn't help from asking himself, "Why though?"

Keith saw Lance's internal struggle and tried to form the proper words. As much as the situation itself upset him, he couldn't leave Lance looking and feeling this forlorn about the future.

"Listen, if she's going out with you, it's because she like you. The annoying, stupid, Earth version of you." Keith responds with a smirk. Lance, still looking down, released a slight laugh. Keith felt his chest release at the sight. He was hoping that he hadn't said something to make the object of his affection crawl back into his shell of self doubt, but seeing him smile and laugh relieved him to no end. He watched as Lance raised his head out and looked ahead, savoring the sight of the sunset. The black paladin turned his head in the same direction. He had always been fond of sunsets ever since Shiro came into his life. Every time after they raced each other, they'd just stop and take a moment to watch. And now that Lance was sitting right next to him, it was nothing more than perfect to him.

"You watching the sunset?" Lance asked after a moment.

"Yeah, might be a while before we get to see it again."

"Man, I'm really gonna miss this place." Lance said somberly. It didn't take long for the bittersweet feeling to consume both of the paladins. This was their last day on Earth before they went back up into space to stop Honerva. If they learned anything from their time in space the first time around; it was that even though time in space might be slow, the time on Earth will remain the same. While they hadn't aged (with Keith being a unique exception), their families and loved ones did. There was a good chance that once they came back this time around, their loved ones might be older, or heaven forbid already gone. So they knew they had to get this done as quickly as possible, so that they can come back to making more memories.

"That's why we've gotta end this war." Keith paused, thinking carefully about what to say next.

"And we're gonna do it with the Lance that's the Paladin of the Red Lion, the Lance that's always got my back, and the Lance who knows exactly who he is, and what he's got to offer." Keith finished, turning his head to smile at Lance. The blue paladin paused in surprise of what was just said to him, but smiled soon afterward. A small smirk soon started to grace his features.

"You know what, mullet? You've gotten a bit better at motivating! Normally, you would say that I look flat out ridiculous." Lance joked. Keith rolled his eyes and shoved him, turning his head to the side chuckling. He did think Lance looked ridiculous, but he couldn't help but to find it endearing on how absolutely

done

he looked. How

cute

he looked.

"You do. But I'm just being supportive, I guess." Keith replied honestly. Any other time, Lance would be at least somewhat offended, but at this point he saw how much Keith had changed since he had left the team so he knew he was telling the truth and wasn't being sarcastic. That wouldn't stop him from trying to at least somewhat annoy him. Lance looked past him to look over at Kosmo, who was looking down at the ground.

"Hey, Kosmo? What do you think? I'm as handsome as ever right?" Lance asked in his flirty tone, oblivious to the fact that Keith facepalmed at his question. The space wolf turned his head to the red paladin in intrigue, only to sneeze and teleport back into the Garrison as if the question was never asked. Lance scoffed in fake offense as Keith tilted his head back in laughter.

"Seriously?!

E tu

Kosmo?!" Lance wailed in defeat. He quickly looked back at Keith who was still laughing at the site.

"It wasn't that funny, mullet!" he yelled. Keith's laughs slowly began to die down as he wiped his eyes of possible stray tears, chuckling to himself lowly.

"No. It really was." Lance grabbed the bucket next to him and proceeded to hit Keith in his shoulder repeatedly, not enough to hurt him but to teach him a lesson. Mid-hit, Keith took the bucket from Lance's grasp and placed it back on his head in retaliation, laughing some more. Little did he notice that the Cuban boy had begun staring at him. He couldn't help but to take in the way the half-Galran's shoulders bounced with every chuckle. How he attempted to wipe his bangs out of his face. How much harmony his laugh brought to his ears. How his smil-

"You good?'

Lance was startled out of his stupor with a confused and slightly alarmed Keith staring back at him, his ears slowly starting to turn red. Lance, himself, began to get flustered.

"Y-yeah. Just, um- Man, is it just me or is there some weight on my shoulders?" Lance asked aloud, moving around frantically and trying to lose the collar of his uniform. Keith looked him up and down, scooting a little closer to his flustered comrade.

"I mean, you ARE wearing pots for shoulder pads." Keith stated with amusement. He watched as Lance's eyes widened and looked at his shoulders, almost forgetting that he had them on to begin with. He then watched as Lance began to remove the sausage link and attempt to remove the pots. He succeeded in removing the pot and cape on his left shoulder with ease. But when he attempted to remove the pot form his right shoulder, the handle ended up getting caught on his uniform. In a rather on brand chain of events, the movement of his arm caused the cape that was attached to the pot to fling over his head, blinding him. The red paladin put up a valiant struggle to remove the cape, but alas it was to no avail and proceeded to fall onto his back and squirm in defeat, still struggling. Keith could only look at the scene, utterly dumbfounded. He chuckled before deciding to put Lance out of his humiliating misery.

"Okay. This is just getting sad." Keith chuckled, leaning forward to pull up Lance. He reached over and grabbed the cape off of Lance's head, not realizing how close their faces would be once it got pulled off of him. All Keith could see in this moment was blue.

To say that Lance was also taken aback by this new development was surely an understatement. One minute, he sees nothing but blue cloth on his face and the next he comes into contact with his friend's gleaming purple eyes. Just the sight of them had the Cuban boy entranced. Somehow, he couldn't help but to think back to when they were on that planet after they brought Shiro back. That same sense of tranquility and slowed urgency present as it was back then. Only this time it was different. He knew he didn't have time to savor this. He had things to do, a date to go on, a princess to see. And yet he couldn't bring himself to look away.

"Lance?" Keith asked breathily. Lance leaned in an inch closer to him, as if he wanted to hear him say his voice again. He noticed the way Keith took a quick look as lips before he looked back up and tried to keep his gaze.

"Keith, I-" he started. At least, he

wanted

to.

"I gotta go change." He said finally. He slowly but urgently grabbed the pots, capes, and bucket and stood up, ready to begin his descent down the lion, but not before looking back at Keith.

"Thanks for listening, Keith. It meant a lot." Lance said with a nervous smile. Keith gave him the same smile before looking back out to the sunset, or at least what remained of it. With the bucket filled with pots and capes on his arm, he climbed down. As he went, he began chanting phrases to get him ready for the date before him.

You got this, man! Show her a great time, sharpshooter! Give Allura the time of her life! Get yourself out of these clothes! He's your friend. Right?

[fortressclan]

Bidwell sighed, glancing over at the full moon. Its that time of the month again. Great.

The moon had just risen, the twolegplace blocking out the stars from the sky and leaving the moon as the only source of light. Bidwell was preparing to make the quick trip over to the clans, having just finished all the tasks he had to do for the day. All was left was to check up on the two rivalling clans, and he could retreat back to his den and take a rest. God did he want to rest.

Bidwell looked over to Saxton, who was close by with some cats he was chatting up. He was too far away to hear anyone but Saxton, who was being loud as usual. He was sure anyone in the area wasnt going to be able to sleep that night, if he continued his story for that long. Hopefully the cats he was talking to would keep him distracted enough so he wouldnt try and fight another kittypet or, god forbid, a twoleg again. Saxton managed to catch his assistant's gaze and grinned, a quick acknowledgement before he continued with his loud conversation. Bidwell nodded before turning around, beginning the trip over to the clans.

It didnt take too long thankfully. Bidwell hopped over the log at the entrance of Blueclan's camp, something he had learned early on that one of the mercenaries had put there in a sad attempt at defense. And which had successfully tripped him three times before he finally learned to jump over it. At least it was better than nothing, he supposed.

The camp itself was somewhat small. The cats had moved and redid the entire place, leaving four dens remaining. They had kept the medicine cat and warrior dens, and Bidwell had later learned that they actually had weaved the nursery into the warrior's den, leaving an odd dip in the ground inside the den from where the nursery was originally was. The leader's den was, of course, untouched, and a thick bramble wall was made over the entrance, a small gap left in the barrier for what Bidwell could only assume was how their leader got delivered food and water. Bidwell didnt want to ask where their leader made dirt though- he feared what the answer to that question would be. The last den was close to the medicine cat's, being for anyone with injuries or visitors. Pauling had told him it was added after a particularly rainy night kept her in the camp, and Baystep was kind enough to help make a quick shelter for her to stay the night. Before Bidwell had questioned why she didnt just stay in the warrior's den with the others, but after actually meeting them, he quickly understood.

Immediately upon entering he spotted a gaggle of the mercenaries by one of the dens, some of them sharing a rabbit. He struggled to remember their names sometimes, since their leaders had decided to rename them all as a sign of welcoming and he had only knew them as their loner names. He managed to overhear their conversation and quickly put faces to names- Heavyclaw, Scorchleap, Hawkslash, and Baystep. He struggled for a few seconds with the last tom, since one of the cats kept naming him 'Berrytooth' for some reason, but after watching Heavyclaw gently hit him with a paw and correct him, he managed to remember Houndsnap's name. Bidwell offered little other than a quick nod to the group to acknowledge they existed, before heading to the medicine cat's den. The smells of herbs, flowers, and a scent Bidwell's mind immediately told him was blood flooded his nose, almost being too much for him. He spotted Bloodspeckle sitting down and pointing at something red and suspiciously meaty looking, with Firecrackle listening with wide eyes. "And you see, this is the hea- oh! Hello, Bidvell!" The medicine cat greeted, a few too many red spots on him for Bidwell to blissfully ignore. Firecrackle chirped a greeting as well, and Bidwell quickly nodded a hello before immediately backing away from the scene. That left two cats left, unless one of them was unfortunate enough to have been reduced to whatever Bloodspeckle was showing Firecrackle.

After investigating the two other dens and ruling out the leader's den as where the two were hidden, Bidwell decided desperate times required desperate measures. The gaggle of cats had mostly spread out, and Bidwell slowly gravitated towards the two ginger toms, Baystep and Heavyclaw. The paler of the two, Baystep, paused his conversation as soon as Bidwell approached, tipping his head in greeting. Heavyclaw paused to read Bidwell's expression, before his ears perked. "Little man has question?" He asked, with a slight tilt of his head and curiousity in his expression. Baystep chimmed in as well, adding "Feel free to ask us anything, partner. We'd be glad to help". Bidwell nodded, glancing around almost nervously. "Yeah, right, thank you. Uh, would any of you happen to know where the others are?" He asked, trying to remember their names. "Rushwing and..." He waved a paw, trying to remember what new name the other had gotten. "Raccoonheart?" Baystep supplied, and Bidwell nodded. "Yes, him. Them. Both of them." Baystep glanced at Heavyclaw, apparently thinking. "I thought i saw Raccoonheart hunting earlier, and i aint too sure where the kid is." He responded, and Heavyclaw slowly nodded, turning his head over to where Houndsnap and Scorchleap were. "Do Hound and Scorch know where little apprentice went?" He asked, and both cats shook their head. Bidwell watched as Scorchleap went and asked Bloodspeckle and Firecrackle, and groaned as he came back and reported they had no clue, either.

"How did you manage to lose an entire cat?" Bidwell sighed, lowering his head and debating hitting it against the ground as a sign of frustration. Maybe he would manage to knock himself out and wake up back in his den like this was a bad dream. "Dont worry, the little ankle-biter will show up sooner or later. Or you'll hear him yabbing on about something or other." Hawkslash reassured Bidwell, which did little to help actually reassure him. Bidwell nodded anyways, before deciding what to do. "I'll return later." He said to none of the cats in particular, raising his head up. "He cant be too far, and its quicker than waiting, at least." Some of the cats dipped and nodded their heads, leaving Bidwell to leave camp to wander around and hopefully find the missing speedy tom.

Fortunately, that didnt take too long. The smells of the twolegplace had clogged his nose enough for him to be utterly useless at tracking, but Rushwing didnt seem to be the one to be sneaky in any sense. Whenever Bidwell lost the scent, there was normally a broken branch or obviously moved fern that he could follow and use to pick it up again. It took barely ten minutes for him to find out where Rushwing was, counting the two times he had mistakenly followed the wrong trail. The area Rushwing was in looked to have been a long abandoned training clearing, with a soft and sandy ground that would've been perfect to practice on. It was padded down slightly from use, and Bidwell was able to see some spots where paw prints had been worn down into the ground. Rushwing himself was hitting a clawed up tree that jutted out into the training area a bit, hopping and dodging about for practice. It didnt seem like Rushwing had noticed Bidwell, and while he could leave now that he knew the other hadnt gotten himself killed, something told him to sit down and watch for a few seconds. It wasnt everyday he got to see someone fight. Someone that wasnt Saxton, that is.

Bidwell got caught pretty quickly, Rushwing having paused to lick his paw after accidentally actually hitting the tree with his paw pad. Rushwing stared at Bidwell for a second, tongue sticking out against his paw, before smiling. "Oh hey, prissy pelt!" He greeted, quickly licking his paw before setting it down. "Any reason youre sittin' there watchin' me?" Rushwing asked, and Bidwell shook his head. "No, none at all." "Well, cause, y'know i was just warming up. Normally i fight foxes. Reaaaal big ones." Bidwell raised his non existent eyebrows, sensing the conversation veering directly into bragging territory. "I mean like, even bigger than me! And you, obviously." Bidwell had little idea how to respond without fueling the fire, so he just nodded and let Rushwing continue. Maybe he could sneak away while Rushwing was talking? "I even fought a badger once! Real big guy, tough too! I think it was a guy. I didnt ask. Anyways, me and Scorchleap, this was before you and Pauling and everyone else stuck their noses into our lives, no offense, we had to fight it! And we, well, we were the only ones left in the clan, but that was alright! We won anyways, and-" Rushwing paused, bending awkwardly to get to the back of his front leg, shoving a bit of fur out of the side. His fur had hidden them, but Rushwing had a few scars on his leg which Bidwell recognized as teeth marks. Bidwell had never seen a badger, or a fox for that matter, but a quick run over of his teeth with his tongue informed him that, for once, Rushwing was probably not lying or exaggerating the story. "I got this! The badger bit my leg and tried throwing me, but it didnt let go, and i got dizzy and my head kinda hurt. Scorchleap smacked it right in its ugly face and it dropped me, and we both chased if off!" Rushwing smiled, clearly proud of his scar as he sat properly again, licking his fur down and over the scars again.

Bidwell opened his mouth, instinct kicking in with the normal 'you did great, sir' he would give Saxton for the latest fight he had, but quickly stopped that train of thought before it left his mouth. Bidwell opened it again to ask about the badger, before Rushwing continued. "I mean, it probably aint much to what's in the twolegplace. The other guys keep goin' on and on about how harsh and bad that place is. You gotta have some scars too, right? C'mon, spill it!" Rushwing got up, circling Bidwell excitedly as if to search for any scars he had under his long fur. "I, uh, i dont have any." Bidwell admitted, craning his head around to keep his eye on Rushwing. "Im not a fighter. I just work for Saxton, unlike Pauling. She's most likely the one with the good stories." He said as Rushwing finished his circling, looking rather disappointed. "Well you have to know somethin'! Aint there big monsters and twolegs there? Dont you, like, fight 'em?" Bidwell shook his head, and Rushwing groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. He sat down, going silent for a few seconds, before immediately perking up. "I know! Fancy paws, get up." Rushwing nearly commanded, getting a flat stare from Bidwell. Bidwell hesitantly got up, unsure to where this was going. Rushwing scurried to the other side of the training clearing, before getting down into a crouch with an excited grin. "What are you doing?" Bidwell asked in the same tone he used on kits, rowdy apprentices, and, occasionally, Saxton. "Pretendin' youre a fox." Rushwing answered, and before Bidwell could ask what that even meant, Rushwing was suddenly charging at him at a surprising speed. Bidwell's first reaction was to scramble away, but it seemed Rushwing had planned for that. As Bidwell ran, Rushwing leaped and landed directly in Bidwell's path, whipping around and striking a paw out.

Bidwell froze and closed his eyes, expecting the hot flash of pain, but was instead met with a light twap as Rushwing rather gently hit him with a sheathed claw. Bidwell opened one eye, then the other, watching with defeat as Rushwing hit his face like a kitten playing with yarn. "By starclan, you would not survive in the wild." Rushwing said, clearly amused and trying not to laugh. "I said i wasnt a fighter..." Bidwell exhaled, sitting and slowly calming down, licking flat some fur that had risen up from the short lived conflict. "I didnt think you were that bad!" Rushwing defended himself, sitting down as well. "I mean, even Bloodspeckle is better than that! I dont think he has any self preser-whatsit, but you didnt even fight! You just ran!" Bidwell didnt really know how to react, since everything Rushwing was saying was true, staying silent instead of repeating the 'im not a fighter' line again. "Ok ok, alright, listen. Next time i do that, run forwards. Not away, towards. Got it?" Bidwell was about to ask what 'next time' was suggesting, before Rushwing went back over to the other side of the training clearing again. Oh lord. Bidwell debated his options, before deciding that this was the best practice he was going to get. He got up, much to what seemed like surprise and genuine happiness on Rushwing's face, getting back to around where he was before. "Ready?" Rushwing asked, and Bidwell tentatively nodded. Rushwing began charging once again, and Bidwell's instincts screamed at him to run away, to escape the danger. He grounded himself, trying his best to ignore it, and once he saw Rushwing's hind paws bunch up in preparation to jump, he ran forward. Rushwing left the ground as Bidwell left little but dust and sand where he was standing, and the long fur tom was surprised when he ran right under Rushwing, landing in his paws hard to turn his head around and watch Rushwing land. Something clicked in Bidwell, and he began charging right at Rushwing. The tom looked over with a almost proud grin that made Bidwell only feel a little bad as he sped towards him, and the expression was quickly replaced with surprise as Bidwell slammed his front paws into his shoulder. The force knocked the unsuspecting warrior over, with Bidwell following after with little clue on how to roll along with the fall. The two were silent for a second, with Rushwing trying to process what happened and Bidwell silently proud of what he had done, before Rushwing let out a small laugh, still on the ground. Bidwell smiled, slowly joining in with the laugh at what he had just done. The two stayed on the ground like that for a few seconds, before their laughter died down as the rustling of leaves alerted them to a newcomer.

"Are you two done playing like kits?" Raccoonheart asked, setting down a warm rabbit, most likely recently caught. Bidwell immediately got up, shaking his fur and getting any sand stuck to him off. Rushwing raised his head but didnt get up, glaring at Raccoonheart. "We were trainin'! Which is more than you seem to be doin'. Doesnt Baystep get us enough food?" Rushwing grumbled, nodding to the rabbit. "Bluestar specifically requested for a rabbit, according to Bloodspeckle. Now leave Bidwell alone and let him do his actual work." Raccoonheart replied, picking up his rabbit and retreating into the bushes. Rushwing stuck his tongue out as the tom left, grumbling to himself once he was out of sight. "Raccoonheart is right." Bidwell admitted, feeling somewhat disappointed. "I should go back to my work. I still have to make sure Redclan is in order." Rushwing got up, shaking his fur with a sigh. "Yeah, i thought so." He nodded, looking almost as disappointed as Bidwell felt. Bidwell turned to depart, before Rushwing caused him to pause. "Hey, uh, stay safe." Rushwing said, his tone somewhat cautious, and almost nervous. "Kind of want to beat you up again, y'know?" Bidwell looked at Rushwing, who seemed a bit uncomfortable at the attempt of being genuine. He smiled at the tom, nodding. "I'll... Yeah, it was fun. Ill try not to die or anything." Bidwell agreed. "Yeah, yeah! Thanks. For, uh, not dying. In advance." Bidwell smiled at that before breathing out, turning around, and leaving into the forest. The small training had hurt his paws and the side he had landed on slightly, but Bidwell didnt really seem to mind as he began walking away. Maybe Saxton was right. Maybe a good fight was something he needed. Or maybe all he needed just a good laugh.

[dragonfire2lm]

Rubies and Sapphires: The Ruby Heart

Chapter 2: Spells and Swords

Beyond the red brick walls lay a formidable castle with towering spires, banners displayed the Clan Crest, a dragon coiled around a top hat, and Red was forced at sword point down the dirt path. The courtyard, with dead or dying plants in the neglected flowerbeds, was empty.

Were it not for the few scattered, top hat wearing people she saw looking at her curiously, warily from with the relative safety of the castle’s front gate, she would assume the place was abandoned. But that was far from the truth, the castle interior a maze of winding halls, within which the members of the infamous clan went about their business.

There was something about the place, an oppressive air that the inhabitants couldn’t shake that made her tail bristle. It set her on edge.

With Reginald in front of her and Wright behind her, sword threateningly pointed at her back, she was escorted through a pair of doors and into a large room.

“Your Majesty, we return with good news.” Reginald said smoothly, with added flourish as the trio halted before a round table.

The table was old, with a large, polished crystal inlaid in the middle of it, and several chairs placed evenly around the circumference. Seated on the black and gold throne at the head of the table, was a man wearing a black top hat with a crown in the shape of a dragon with its wings outspread.

“Good news eh?” he drawled, adjusting his red cape as he sneered at the sight of the Red. “Who’s she?”

“May I introduce The Cadmean Vixen, she assisted us in retrieving the jewels without issue.”

That caught the ruler’s attention, he swiftly rose from his seat, walking over as the two men presented the stolen gems.

“And let me guess? You think she should join the clan…”

“Her skills are indisputable-” Reginald said.

The clan ruler scoffed, snatching the ruby from him. He smirked as he inspected it. “Good job Reggie, and here I thought you were only good for scribe work.”

He eyed the ruby, a crooked grin splitting his face. “Yeah, we can do some real damage with this…”

“King Terrence?” Reginald asked and the other man snapped his gaze over to his subordinate.

The king gave Red a glance, looking her up and down. “You look human…”

“She’s a furhide.” Wright interjected.

“Tch, well Reggie, since you want her in the clan, she’s your responsibility,” Terrence ordered as he pocketed the ruby. “Take the Star Sapphire to the vault and give the furball a run-down of the joint... Oh and due to the shortage of rooms, she’ll be staying in the stables. I’m not wasting space on a stray.”

With his orders given, King Terrence turned on his heel and left the room with purpose, cape swishing behind him.

She heard Wright sheathe his sword.

“Well, it could have gone worse.” Reginald stated.

Wright snorted as Red glanced between the two of them. This, admittedly, was uncharted territory for her. She had spent how knows how long working by herself, living day-to-day, and relishing the few brief moments of having food readily available and a roof over her head, that suddenly being thrust into this group of magic users was daunting.

Wright handed the Star Sapphire over to Reginald. “You head to the vault, I’ll handle the girl.”

The stables were as empty as the courtyard. The building itself was sturdy despite the minor signs of disrepair she could see on her initial inspection. Red had been left to her own devices after Wright had given a no-nonsense, brief tour of the fortress. Nothing more than showing her where the mess hall and baths were located before leading her to the stables.

“Reginald will meet you in the mess hall tomorrow, don’t keep him waiting.” Wright had warned her.

The place felt like a ghost town. Like something stripped of all that grandeur and life, leaving it a hollowed-out husk while the people simply made do.

The best she could manage in the space she had been given was finding a few tattered blankets in a chest and making a rudimentary nest in the loft.

As the first light of dawn peaked through gaps in the roof, she laid down on her makeshift bed, wide awake and alert for any signs of danger. She filled the oppressive silence not with sound, but with thoughts.

Tales of the Toppat Clan, legends, reached even her during her travels. As much as she would like to hope that maybe she had finally found somewhere to call home, the reality of her situation was impossible to ignore.

Another hells damned life under the heel of another master. Bitterly, she mused that maybe that was what she should get for being a bleeding heart and sticking her nose in someone else’s business. She knew she was being dramatic of course, but it mattered little when she had nothing but her own thoughts for company for so long.

She knew it was going to be an uphill battle, but it wasn’t in her nature to just turn tail on people without reason and the Toppats had yet to do something to betray her trust.

So here she was, trying to concoct a scheme to turn her situation into something that would benefit everyone.

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“We’re going to rob Galeforce blind!” Terrence announced to the Toppats that sat around the table. Red herself stood behind Reginald, watching the meeting unfold.

“See we got ourselves the Radiant Ruby,” the king said, showing off the jewel in question. “With this beauty we can ensnare a dragon and with a dragon on our side, no one will be able to stop us!” he grinned, an unnatural, twisted look on his face. “Just picture it, with a dragon at my beck and call we could go anywhere and steal anything. ‘Course, we gotta get one first.”

His words made her stomach drop, disgust rolled in her stomach, and she did her best to keep a straight face as he continued.

“Now, we all know dragons love gold, and we’ll need a small fortune to lure it into the trap. So, we’re going to sweep across the land, bust through every one of Gale’s strongholds, villages, you name it, and take as much as we can carry.”

A tense silence fell around the table.

“We’ll be in sight of our first target in an hour, pick your teammates and party up.” Terrence ordered and the room became a hive of activity as people got up from their seats and left to make their preparations.

She fell in step behind Reginald and Wright.

“We’re going to capture the dragon?” she asked.

“If Terrence wants us to, then that’s what we’ll do,” Reginald replied, resigned. “We have little say in the matter.”

“Once you pass your initiation, you take the oath, and The King casts the Binding Spell that makes you a permanent member of the clan,” Wright explained as they turned down a corridor. “Terrence rewrote it when he became king, an’ there’s nothin’ we can do about it.”

“Almost nothing…” Reginald said quietly. “If I just had the ruby…”

The vixen blinked. She could help him again, a few weeks to memorize the layout of the place, give off the impression that she was harmless, unimportant and build up a reputation in the clan…

Yes, she could steal the ruby in a month if she had the time and resources. She thought about leaving but judging from what little she’d put together from their first conversation, and the revelation of the binding spell, what little morality she had wouldn’t let her stand by and ignore this.

“I can get you the ruby.” She spoke up.

The two men looked back at her in surprise.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Terrence will make an example out of you if you so much as try and that is assuming, he doesn’t just kill you.” Reginald said.

“You’re not under the spell yet girl, why don’ you get off this rock an’ leave this to us?” Wright asked with raised eyebrow. “This is Toppat business.”

She stared back them defiantly. “Because I know what it’s like, you become so used to having no say in anything, to waiting for the next order, for the next chance to be useful, that it becomes normal, acceptable even… To the point that you don’t know what to do with yourself once you finally found freedom.”

“I spent five… six years at The Wall,” she divulged, powering through the well of emotions and hazy memories the admission bought forth. “They keep furhides as guards, treat them no better than actual dogs, I needed the coin and it seemed like a good offer at the time. I only got out six months ago.”

“And since then, you’ve made a name for yourself as a thief.” Reginald summarized, the shock morphing into understanding. He shared a look with Wright.

Something seemed to pass between them, a fire had been lit as the two men moved to walk beside her.

“We’ll meet in the stables tonight after the raid and discuss this further.” Reginald stated.

She nodded and joined them as they headed to the foundry to make their preparations.

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Hours later, Red’s head was spinning, she struggled to fight against the light-headedness as the sounds of combat roared around her. She was in her fox form, hiding in a house. She’d been separated from the Toppats as soon as the fight began, the guards had been organized, a cohesive unit that had the slap-dash tactics of the mages outmatched in minutes. She had taken refuge in the shadows, slinking into houses and storing any valuables she could find in the magical pocket realm in her tail.

She’d been unlucky enough to watch as one of the Toppats, an archer with an enchanted bow, took the sharp end of a blade to the face. Red had been forced to hide in a house because the sight had made her fee like she was going to faint. As she waited for the dizziness to subside, something crashed through the back door.

She stumbled over to hide beneath a table as someone shambled into the room. Wright, unsteady on his feet, walked in with Reginald lobbing balls of fire from his hands behind him to cover their escape.

Wright sat down on the nearest available chair. Reginald locked the door behind him and waited with bated breath.

The fight raged on outside, but no guards appeared to have noticed the two men ducking into the house. Red crept out from her hiding spot, shifting into her human form, and adjusting her robes.

“What happened?” she asked cautiously as she approached them, the worst of her dizziness fading as she focused on the two Toppats.

Reginald glanced back at her, still on edge. “His defensive wards were broken by a shield bash.”

She made a noise in sympathy as she fished around her robes. She pulled out a potion bottle and handed it to Wright. Both men were surprised by the sight of the potion.

Reginald looked at the potion, then up at her. Wright grimaced as he accepted the offered potion, unscrewed the glass lid, and downed its contents.

“Thanks.” Wright grunted already looking more alert.

“If you need more, just ask,” Red said. “I can always make more.”

“You’re an alchemist?” Reginald asked.

“I picked up a few things at The Wall.” She replied.

Reginald was quiet for a moment. “We… could use your talents in the clan, we lost our healers some time ago...”

“We got a job to do, we’ll discuss this later.” Wright said as he got up.

The three of them avoided the frontlines, breaking into houses, stores and took whatever gold and valuables they could carry.

Something exploded.

The three of them moved to an open doorway and peered out to see what was going on. Maniacal laughter could b heard as the dust cleared and Terrence stepped out of the cloud of dust.

His grin was vicious as he held a golden staff. The staff had glowing black runes carved down its length and a black crystal set into the claw shaped top of the magical weapon. The Toppat King loosed a bolt of black energy from his weapon of choice towards the busiest part of the battlefield. Guards and Toppats alike were caught in the blast, Terrence only caring for his immediate victory, and Red heard Reginald suck in a breath in horror at it all.

 “His own men are in there!” Red hissed. “The hells is he thinking?”

“We can always recruit more…” Wright quoted bitterly.

“We need to help them, everyone, with me.” Reginald commanded as he led the way.

As their ruler ran rampant, the small band retrieved as many of their wounded as they could, Red’s seemingly endless supply of potions and elixirs proving to be a boon to the clan and saving countless lives.

[disregardcanon]

i did some star wars sequels rewrites today! i’m not going to sit here and say they’re good enough to make a whole new trilogy of movies around or anything, but i like them.

a few major changes include: kylo has some more consistent characterization and is the big bad, rose tico is a former stormtrooper (insert fic rec), and the stormtrooper revolution.

So, one important sequels change is that Snoke is his own character. He was a Palpatine sycophant who was eighteen years old when the chancellor became the emperor, and watched from a close advising position, studying how Palpatine managed to manipulate those around him and his use of the force. Palpatine figured him out quickly, of course, but Snoke’s ability with the force was far beneath him and at the time, his primary goal was keeping Palpatine in power. 

He studied the best tactics for keeping storm-troopers in line, the best ways for lording power over those with some and those with none, and he undertook extensive study on Darth Vader. He was able to figure out exactly who Darth Vader was, and he studied all available information on Anakin Skywalker. He figured out exactly the ways that Palpatine manipulated this man into becoming his guard dog, and took notes. Someday, he would need one of his own. Snoke was never exceedingly powerful- only smart. If he was powerful enough, he might have struck the Emperor down himself to get that power. 

After the fall of the Empire, he tracks down imperial loyalists and sets himself up a stronghold far enough out in the outer rim that no one from the New Republic is going to come to its rescue. He offers a spot of honor to Brendol Hux for implementing a stormtrooper program with stolen children. 

Then, he starts bribing territories to join them. He starts conquering. The First Order is becoming a small, but mighty force. By the time that Luke Skywalker’s Jedi school is gaining traction, he has his own small country. He goes to visit, claiming that he will be on the look out for force sensitive youths in his area. Luke does not trust him, at all, but allows him to stay a few days out of curtesy for a fellow force sensitive who isn’t an enemy combatant. 

Snoke’s strongest force power, similar to Ahsoka Tano, is reading force signatures. He is able to pick up on the the frustration and entitlement radiating off of young Ben Organa-Solo in waves. He whispers in the boy’s ear about the good old days, when he could have had a place of honor and power instead of a life of living in his mother and uncle’s shadows, without being able to utilize the full power of the force. 

He comes from the line of Darth Vader, after all. Most powerful man in the galaxy- able to have whatever he wants. Why should he be restricted to a children’s summer camp where he is only allowed to wave around wooden sticks? 

Little Rey, daughter of no one of importance beyond the love they gave her, feels something is wrong. She runs to Master Luke’s room and says that Ben feels wrong. Luke follows her to the door of Ben’s room, and feels the anger and resentment radiating off of him in waves- strong enough to kill. Strong enough that it means he will kill. 

Luke tells Rey to run to the room with the other children and then run to the ship to fly away. Then, he opens the door quickly and quietly. Luke tries to kill his sleeping nephew who feels like murder, and is instead knocked out with a force choke. 

“Master Snoke warned me that you would try to kill me,” Ben says, clamping his hand down so hard that it nearly ruptures the arteries in Luke’s throat. 

Rey hears the sound of children’s dying screams so close behind her that she’s too afraid to try to wake the other children- she just runs. Runs and runs and runs towards the ship that Luke was helping to teach her how to fly recently, and she runs until she can run up the stairs. 

She hears heavy breathing coming from behind her, and turns around. 

“Little Rey,” Ben says, smile quirking on his lips, “it figures you’d be the one to survive. You were always stronger than the others.” She feels her breath hitch in her throat. 

“I don’t think that I’ll kill you,” he says, “I think I could use an apprentice.” She pushes sideways, hitting at the button that closes the hatch. He rips out his lightsaber with a hiss, crystal corrupted to a bright red, and slashes at the door of the Millenium Falcon. 

Rey hears the hissing as he grinds at the metal, and she rushes through the halls to the pilot’s chair, gearing up the ship. Then, she pushes the button forward. She flies and flies, adrenaline coursing through her veins- before she lands on the deserted planet of Jakku. 

She blocks out her memories of the temple, and makes a home of her ruined ship as she tries to get it flying again. 

She eventually gets it back to the point where it’s functional, but she’s afraid enough that she doesn’t fly it- until Finn shows up. 

That’s how they get the Falcon. The rest of the plot doesn’t change for the rest of the first movie. 

Cue Beginning of the Second Movie

Finn has been in a coma for three months, Page Tico is returning to the Resistance after a few months of shore-leave with a sister that no one knew existed, and Rey has been training with Luke and now is Good At Lightsaber Force Ways.

Kylo Ren is caught in a depressive, angry, tantrum funk because lo and behold, killing his dad didn’t magically make any feelings go away. It just made him feel gross and angry and it didn’t get him any closer to his goals. He monologues at his burnt to a crisp Darth Vader mask. He destroys First Order property. He force chokes some guys. 

Snoke is like. Okay. We gotta channel this into something productive. The goddamn primadonna is destroying all my plans. And he notices that Kylo is obsessing over this one girl and is like. Okay let’s channel that into a Padme Amidala thing. Sew the seeds of Darth Vader’s obsession with one woman who led him to the Dark Side and how this is a perfectly normal, dark side thing just as long as he GETS HER. This will keep Kylo focused on one, small side quest and away from that Maybe I Should Just Kill the Old Bastard And Be Done With It thoughts that Snoke has been feeling coming off of him. 

I don’t have the whole plot thing down, because I doing this for fun and free on the internet, but the main things are

1. Rose is a former storm trooper who was inspired by Finn to desert the First Order and help the Resistance. She just lost the girl who took her in and called her sister, and she is angry and frustrated with Finn that he’s not immediately the person that she wants him to be. 

2. Rey doesn’t believe that Kylo needs to be redeemed, but that he needs to be confronted. She goes with him to beat Snoke, then he tries to convince her to come with him because she is a “nobody” who was left with Luke to train, and if Luke had bothered to track her down after she escaped with the Falcon instead of fucking off to exile she wouldn’t have grown up alone. He is “the only one who understand her” and the “only one who loves her” and Rey doesn’t buy into it and gets tf out. 

3. One of the most important conversations in the film is between Rey and Luke, as he tells her the true story of Anakin Skywalker, and how his love for Luke finally brought him back from evil. 

4. As the newly appointed Supreme Leader, Kylo decides that his goal is to get rid of the people who still hold claims to the legacies he wants solely for him (his mom and uncle) need to die, and that he will get Rey and rule the galaxy. 

5. Rey and Finn reunite with the Resistance base, and they talk about some Revelations and hug tf out of each other. They lose the base and Luke dies, checking off one of Kylo’s to-do list. 

6. Leia moves the base to a new location, and says that soon, she will face her son herself. She brought this terror into the world, and she’ll take it out of it. 

The next one opens with Finn, Rose, and Poe leading an assault on a storm trooper training facility, where they free children and convince an older battalion led by Jannah to desert and join the cause. 

The climax comes when the protagonists break up into 2 groups- the ones who will infiltrate the ranks of the stormtroopers and turn them against the brass, and then Leia and Rey, who will allow themselves to be captured and take down Kylo Ren themselves. They allow themselves to be dragged to his new chambers and he like, shows off all the opulence of Rule ™. 

“Don’t you think that I’ve done well for myself, mother?” 

“You’ve certainly done something,” she mutters. 

“I am the heir to the legacies of Vader, Skywalker, Organa, and Amidala,” he says, haughty and entitled, “who better to rule the galaxy? With my own queen by my side, of course,” He sends Rey a look, and she rolls her eyes at him. 

“I taught you nothing, didn’t I?” Leia asks. 

“Considering that you were never around, yes,” he says. He goes onto claim that he was a self-made man, all the while calling claim to the legacies that he’s “entitled” to. 

“I wasn’t present enough, I will admit,” she says, “but you’ve outworn my sympathy. And my regret.” 

“Leaving me with an uncle who treated me just like any other student,” Kylo Ren seethes, “you only did what a mother should, right? Ignoring her child.” He was special; why didn’t anyone treat him that way?

“I wasn’t perfect,” she says, “but I didn’t cause this, Ben. You did this yourself. Just like your grandfather.” Kylo takes out his lightsaber, and he stabs. He twists it, and he brings the blade back in. Leia falls to the ground, dead.

Rey lets out a scream, because this monster- he thinks that he can just kill everyone because they didn’t treat him enough like a king. He’s killed both of his parents, people that Rey is sure she loves far more than he ever did.

Rey struggles against the hold of those stormtroopers and lets out a growl. 

“You are a monster,” she hisses. 

“One that you’ll come to love,” he says, and there’s a smile on his face. He’s run his mother through and he’s smiling. 

“I will never love you,” she spits. He shakes his head indulgently, and walks towards her. He puts a hand gently under chin, tilting it upwards to look him in the eyes. 

“Once I destroy that stormtrooper,” he says, “you’ll have no other choice. There will just be me, the only one who deserves your love.” Rey has been a feral, desert creature for most of her life, and she leans forward, mouth bumping against the fragile skin of his inner arm. 

Then, she leans in and chomps down in a devastating bite. This time, it’s Ren’s turn to howl in pain. 

He reaches in the force for her blue lightsaber, and clutches it in his hand. 

“This was my grandfather’s, you know,” he says, “it’s finally back in the right hands.” Rey smiles, big and wide and nasty. 

“He would hate the man that you’ve become,” she says, smashing the red blade into his blue one. Then, as they fight, she goes on to spin the story of Anakin Skywalker, a loving man who fell down a dark path to try to save the one person he felt hadn’t betrayed him and his unborn child, who spent years an emotionless husk before he finally saved Luke’s life, defying his master for love and love alone. 

“You killed the people who loved you for power,” she says, “Anakin Skywalker would be so disappointed in you.” Kylo hisses, and he misses her blow for one that cuts her along the arm. 

“I love you,” Kylo says. Rey shakes her head.

“You don’t know what love is,” she says. This is where the “team turn the stormtroopers against the brass” come in. Finn, Rose, Poe and their stormtrooper brigade has been working through the ship, culling the officers who were children of imperial officers who thought that it was alright to steal other people’s children to mold into the soldiers to fight the wars keeping them in power. 

Finn bursts open the door to the throne room, and Kylo and Rey both turn their heads to see him for a moment. 

“Oh,” Kylo Ren says, “it’s just your stormtrooper.” 

“His name is Finn,” Rey hisses, but Kylo just keeps laughing. How insignificant. Nothing but a stormtrooper- a nameless, worthless soldier designed to keep those worth more in power. Rey growls, and continues their fight. 

Finn can tell that he’s being completely ignored by Kylo, and runs in close. He sets off a blaster bolt in Ren’s direction. 

Though Ren is perfectly capable of stopping a bolt mid-air, he doesn’t even notice it coming until it cuts into his back. 

He falls to the ground in excruciating pain. He starts screaming, and tear-drops fall down his face. 

“The stormtrooper did this?” he squeals. Rey smiles down at him, and nods. Finn walks up beside her, and takes her hand in his. 

“But you’re nothing,” he says, “you’re not force sensitive, not royal-” Finn puts his boot to Kylo’s chest, and pushes him down. This stormtrooper doesn’t even have the gift of Kylo’s love that makes Rey special. He’s nothing.

“I’m not,” he says, “I’m just a stormtrooper.” He’s wearing a jacket that looks all too familiar- and Kylo’s breath hitches as he realizes that’s his father’s jacket. Nobody, smuggler Han Solo. 

The troopers that restrained Rey look between themselves, then they throw down their guns, and rip off their helmets. 

“We’re with you, FN-2187,” a woman with medium brown skin and black hair says, smiling widely. Finn nods at her, and smiles. 

“No,” Kylo says, shaking his head even as he feels the life leaving him, “this- this can’t be. I’m special. This was all supposed to be mine.” The new Empire- the legacy- the stormtroopers- the love and devotion of the most powerful force user of a generation. 

They were supposed to be his. How has this Finn taken everything from him?

What Kylo doesn’t understand is that Finn and Rey looked at each other, and decided that they were worth something; they were the first ones who ever did that for each other, and there’s a bond there too deep for anyone to wrest from their hands.

Rey smiles, and kisses Finn on the lips. Then, she kicks Kylo in the head. He doesn’t ever wake up. 

After that, Finn and Rose start a program that helps match former stormtroopers with job opportunities and lives in the new republic, that runs adjacent to Rey’s home for wayfaring force sensitives. Poe collaborates with both of them, flying new recruits back and forth from where they’re coming from to when they’re going and starts campaigning for the importance of a proper air force in the nascent new republic, and other people- politicians, start building it. 

The heroes of this war are going to work more from the ground to try to undo the damage that was already done. Someone else can try to make sure that governments happen and don’t collapse.

[babyredriot]

Can you please do some first date Hc's for Momo and Tsuyu?

First Dates HC (Momo x Reader & Tsuyu x Reader)

I set this in their third year so you guys are still living in the dorm. Eeeeeek I loved writing Momo’s, I love her so much. I’m sorry it’s so long I kind of got carried away. OoOps

Words: 1525

Momo

Mom paced outside of your door rehearsing her plan for tonight over in her head like she was learning the new chemical composition to a new item. She was going to make this night perfect if she had anything to say about it. You were precious and deserved to be treated like an absolute princess so she would make sure that you were. As long as she stuck to her plan then she could make tonight absolut-

Then you stepped outside of your room. And fuck did all of her lines that she was going to say to you about how she had never seen someone look so gorgeous flew out of her head.

“Wow, you look-“ Momo said staring at you with awe-struck eyes. She stood there for a moment and took in your entire outfit. Everything was so well put together on your body, it was almost like you yourself had planned everything down to a T. She knew better than that though, you just were able to make everything look so perfect because that’s what you were- perfect.

You giggled. “Yeah you too,” You nudged her shoulder and jutted your chin towards the common area. “We should probably go, what do you have planned for tonight Momo?”

“Well I was thinking we could go to Aragawa, my father called reservations in for us?” Momo watched as your eyes widened.

“Isn’t that super expensive?” You said leaning your head in and lowering your voice to a whisper, uncomfortable talking about financial things. Momo chuckled at your behavior. She wasn’t uncommon to this behavior and normally she would not have gone all out on this first date but she had been working on getting the courage to ask you out for two and a half years now. She would be damned if she were going to mess this up.

“Well technically yes, but seeing as how there is no one I would rather take there beside you, I had to make this one exception.” Momo watched as your cheeks lit aflame and slowly reached her hand to brush against one of them. “We should get going, yes” And with that, you two headed off. And not without lack of trying, you were set off with an array of wolf-whistles from Mineta and Kaminari, the latter being silenced quickly by Jirou.

Your first date was nothing less than a success. Momo’s father sent his car for you two and took you to the restaurant. The ‘reservations’ that had been made threw you off at first because Momo led you through a door that was nowhere near the front entrance. Down through a corridor, you two came out into a room that was absolutely silent.

“You aren’t going to kill me are you?” You said trying to bring light humor to the situation. Momo smiled softly.

“No this is their private room. Normally my family dines here because we like the privacy. I can ask for something in the main room if that’s what you prefer?” She looked at you with eyes that told you how eager she was to make you happy.

You beamed at her. “No. This is perfect.”

The night was absolutely just that, perfect. You two talked for hours non-stop at the restaurant and had the driver drop you off a little ways away from the dorms so you could walk the rest of the way back, to get more time just the two of you. Before you were going to go back inside the dorms moms looked at you.

“Y/N?” She said shyly. “I know we have known each other for a long time and you know how much you mean to me and I don’t want to ruin anything-“ She was over-calculating again and you rolled your eyes and grabbed the front of her coat. You pulled her in close to you so that the tips of your noses were touching.

“Please just kiss me already.”

Tsuyu

Getting a day away from UA and all the trainman was something that absolutely everyone enjoyed. Especially when that said day, you were going on a date with a girl you had had a crush on since the first few weeks of knowing her. Tsuyu made your head fuzzy from the moment that you had gotten to know her. She was kind and always wanted to help everyone around her. Something that you had admired from the beginning. It didn’t help at all that you two were in the same friend group all of high school so the tension just built up until one day you just stood up in the middle of training, looked at her and said:

“Damnit, Tsu! Will you just go out with me already?” To which she smiled and nodded fervently. That was something that was going to stay in your head forever. Tsuyu saying yes to going out with you felt even better than when you had laid Bakugo out during training one day, but that's another story.

With the big day finally, here you looked around your room gathering everything that you would need for the day and made your way to your date’s room. You knocked waiting for her to arrive, slightly rocking back and forth on your feet. Finally, Tsuyu emerged from her room, wearing a beautiful sundress and a big floppy hat. You felt your heart tighten at the sight. She was so beautiful. She wasn’t even trying and you honestly could not imagine anything more beautiful in your entire life.

“Am I dressed okay for today?” She asked. You nodded your head.

“Did you bring the thing I told you to bring?” You asked. She held up a bathing suit and a cooler.

“Stocked with my favorites,” She said before looking down at her feet “I uh- also put a few of your favorite things in there as well.” She said while looking up at you and smiling. Your heart practically exploded at the thought of her paying attention to your favorite things.

“Thanks,” you said while putting your hand on the small of her back. You two were comfortable with each other, being friends for so long. She fell in-step with you and you two fell into easy conversation about life in your friend group. How Midoriya was at the top of the class, how he probably was going to become the number one hero one day. Who he was going to marry in the long run Todoroki or Uraraka. Your money was on Todoroki while Tsuyu’s was on Uraraka. Bets had to be taken it was the only logical thing to do.

Finally, you guys made your way out of the dorms and into the sunshine. You took her hand and walked down into the forest that surrounded UA. She stiffened a little at the abrupt contact and you slowly began to withdraw your hand only to have it placed in a steel vice grip.

“Don’t, I was just surprised. That’s all, new territory.” She said looking anywhere but your eyes, suddenly very interested in the scenery. You smiled.

“Yeah, it’s kind of weird for me too, in a scary good way. I mean I have liked you ever sing the USJ incident so, this has been a long time coming for me.” She averted her gaze to you and tightened her hand around yours even further.

“You should’ve asked me out sooner.” She said playfully shoving you.

“Hey! How was I supposed to know you weren’t into Tokoyami or on the Midoriya train like the rest of our class?” You asked smiling brightly at her. You led your way down a path and held a brand back for her as she looked at the surroundings and grinned like a mad man.

“Yeah, you definitely should have asked me out sooner.” She said as she thrust the cooler into your arms and ducked behind a bush hurriedly. You laughed loudly knowing exactly what she was doing at this moment. You walked down the path a little further to a clearing and set down the cooler. You there two towels out on a cleared space and slowly took off your cover-up. Tsu came out of the bushes wearing her swimsuit and came up to you slowly. You stared at her through the sunglasses which you had now brought down from the top of your head. As she neared you she grabbed your forearm and brought you closer to her.

“You know Y/N, we’ve been friends for so long. It’s no wonder you would make our first date so perfect.” She said pulling you in even closer, so close you could feel her breath fanning your face. “Now… If you wanna kiss me you gotta catch me!” She said leaping off into the pond laughing.

You cackled behind her running into the pond at full speed. Needless to say, you didn’t catch her, until she decided to even the playing field and not use your quirk. Your friendship was long gone after that kiss, in its place was something better. Scarier, but in a good way.  

[leggomylino]

[𝙻𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛… 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝…]

[𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

❧

“And so, as you can see, Force is defined as a change in momentum respecting means of time. Momentum is the mass of an object times its velocity. Therefore, Force itself is the change in mass times velocity, or acceleration, with respect to time.”

A small timer watch beeps, signalling the end of class. The students of classroom 2-B all gather their things, and the professor nods his head, resetting his watch for the next batch of students. 

“Alright, class dismissed. We’ll pick up on a closer look at the measurement of time next week...heh.” 

He smirks and chuckles at his own joke before packing his briefcase and taking off for his next appointment. Hyunjin sighs.

“That was brutal...I think maybe I should start studying with Jeongin after all.”

Felix gives him a small smile, more lost in his thoughts than anywhere else. “Ya think?”

“Yeah…” He lists his head, slumping down into the now empty seat beside him. “You wanna grab food and play Ultrascape at my place?”

“Can’t. Got work.” He gives him a skeptical look. “I thought you had a date tonight?”

Hyunjin sighs...again. “It got cancelled. Something about a...time of the month, something?”

“......” 

Felix lets it go. He’s not much feeling up to getting into that conversation right now. 

“Welp, I’m sorry to hear that. Why don’t you go study with Jeongin?”

“Now?”

“...Yes, now. Finals are next week.”

“No way, man. I meant later, like, in the future.”

He rolls his eyes, walking around the boy. “The future is now, as they say. I’ll see you later.”

Out in the hall his mind begins to wander, as it normally does when he’s got his earbuds in and the late afternoon sun on his face. His thoughts spiral in a spectrum of colors, each color a new mood, a different possibility; every one connected to you.

The drive goes roughly the same, and when he parks in his usual spot outside of True Bloom florists there’s a vibration in his pocket. He pulls out his phone to…

...more annoying nonsense.

………… 

It’s the only thing he can think about ‘til closing time.

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[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

That night when you get home, you notice a few glitches in Ultrascape that make you think back to what Felix had mentioned the day before, about Clash of Enforce producing a horrible glitch and saved data-eating virus. You tell yourself it’s nothing, shutting off your light to go to bed…

And then you get a text from...an unknown number.

And see him tomorrow you would. But not in a way you were expecting.

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[𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚙! 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝟼. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍.]

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The following morning you wake up on time for once; it’s an important day, after all. Your first day on the job.

You dress properly as Jaemin had instructed you to do so on the ride home yesterday, but go the extra mile just to be sure you make the best first impression: collared button-down shirt, steam-pressed with not a wrinkle in sight, black mid-length skirt, a pair of small work heels and your hair pressed back with a simple black headband. A careful application of natural makeup disguised as a light dusting of such and you’re good to go with a blueberry muffin and a small cup of coffee on your way out the door.

You only make it one step as you notice it’s rather dark and shady for a supposedly sunshiny day. 

Then you look up right into the face of a freckled-faced college boy dressed in a Uni t-shirt and old, baggy jeans.

“Felix?”

Holy crap he was close. You’d nearly stepped on his foot coming out, and now your face was treading awfully close to the border.

You quickly swing back into the foyer, taking in his tired-eyed/messy-haired/late-night-studying aesthetic. Except you knew he’d been up gaming instead; had he been up all night? “You look awful-- I mean!” You shake your head. “You look…”

...Like a trainwreck. A cute trainwreck. But still a trainwreck. Could trainwrecks even be cute?

“Um…”

He was just staring at you. Completely locked in another dimension.

“Felix…?” You wave your hand in front of his face. Snap your fingers a few times. Hesitantly nudge his shoulder. Give him a tap to the cheek, then a light slap. 

“Gah!” He jumps, causing you to squeal and jump also, your breakfast nearly staining your Best First Impression. Then he groans, rubbing his tired eyes. “Ah...sh*t, I’m sorry (y/n)...”

You release a breath, regathering yourself. “It’s alright...is everything okay?”

“......” He shrugs lazily after a moment, looking rather depressed. “I actually...I came over because…”

“Yes…?”

“......”

“......”

His face appears to be attempting to formulate words, but he’s clearly caught in a hazy fog of sleep deprivation. At this point you’re going to be late for work. You try not to sound too annoyed as you egg him on.

“Yeeees?”

He scrunches his nose. “...I wanted to know if--” 

His words stop abruptly, eyes coming into focus as if suddenly seeing you for the first time.

“...Are you going to the courthouse or something?”

You chuckle and shake your head, dusting off any stray grass or pollen that wandered in from outside. “No. I’m on my way to work.”

“Work?”

“Yeah.”

“You got a job?”

“Yeah…”

A look of horror comes to slowly creep across his face, but you have no idea why. Next he’s studying your outfit again, glaring hard as if trying to see through you.

It makes you pretty uncomfortable, even if it is someone you’d normally trust.

“Felix…? What are you--”

“What is it?”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Your job. What is it?”

Why does he sound so worried...? Your face is beaming with pride anyway, ready to dish out your new title. Surprisingly and to your disappointment, though, Felix only looks more uncomfortable and...almost concerned. Definitely concerned. It’s the same look your brother gives you when you tell him you wanna drive to the ice cream parlor by yourself during rush hour or take a late night stroll through the park. “If you must know, starting today I’m now officially--”

Incoming call from: Jaemin.

Speaking of such... “...Uh, I have to take this. Can we maybe talk outsi--?”

“It’s okay. I’ll come back later.”

You answer the phone, but immediately put it on hold, the two of you stepping out toward the driveway. “Oh, no, it’s okay, I have a few minutes.”

Felix smiles at you from over his shoulder. Kind of sadly. “Nah, it’s cool. I honestly don’t really know why I came over in the first place. I just...had a lot on my mind, and found myself skipping class to drive clear out here.”

Your mouth falls agape. “You skipped class?!” What you wouldn’t give to be attending classes again like a normal student, making friends, complaining about homework and midterms and finals.

“Yeah. Not the first time either,” he laughs...then chews on his lip. “...But also not ideal. I should probably get back.”

He continues making his way back to his old silver Camaro parked rather crooked on the curb, and you frown at his retreating backside, wondering what on earth could be going on inside that exhausted, ingenious head of his. “You should take the day off and get some rest. You look…”

“Awful, I know.”

“No! No, never awful...I meant…” You’re searching for the word, but all you can think of is “deadass tired and blatantly depressed.” Also cute...and also...kind of…… 

Felix gives you a small, playful push, and smirks. Still managing to look beautiful despite being deadass tired and blatantly depressed. “I’ll see you around. I’ll redeem myself then.”

“...Okay.”

And then he’s clambering in his car and slightly swerving away. You’re so worried about making sure he doesn’t crash into a tree or a stop sign that you almost forget you left Jaemin on hold.

“Jaemin?”

“(Y/n)! Geez, you gave me a fright!”

“...gave you a fright?”

A sonorous of voices and clitter-clatter fill up the background on the other end of the line: File cabinets closing. Printers beeping. Papers being sorted and shuffled from one destination to the next. “Yes. I’ve been worried about you all morning. Did you make it to the frat house yet? I mean...the house?”

You make your way to your car, pausing just before opening the door as you remember what Jaemin said about you driving, then roll your eyes to hail a cab. “No, Jae, not yet. I just left the house a few minutes ago. I’m hailing a cab right now.”

“A cab? ...I’ll come get you.”

“No, no, Jae--”

“I’m leaving the office now, I’ll be there in twenty minutes--”

“Jaemin!” You groan. “It’s fine! I can take care of myself. You can’t miss anymore work, I’ll be okay.”

“...Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

Silence. Then he sighs.

“...Why are you leaving the house so late anyway? Is everything okay? You didn’t have an episode or anything…?”

“No.” You grunt. “Felix stopped by.”

“Felix?”

“Yeah, remember? The boy who was over last time you were here?”

They had met, hadn’t they? You try thinking back to Jaemin’s last visit the other day…

“Oh, right. The lanky kid with the passive attitude.” He pauses. “You two aren’t...dating or anything, are you?”

“...That was Han. And no, we aren’t.”

“Oh. That’s a relief...”

Your cab arrives. “I gotta go. My ride is here.”

“Stay on the phone with me until you get there.”

“Jaemin…”

Was it always going to be like this? …

One day at a time, (y/n). One day at a time. You have plenty of time to prove yourself, starting now.

“Fine, just...text me as soon as you get there. And I mean--”

“Yeah, I know. Bye.”

You hang up the moment the door shuts, the cab venturing into frat boy territory.

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[𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜    𝙽𝚘]

[𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛…]

[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎.]

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𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎  → 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 |  [𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙹𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡] (𝙰/𝙽: 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊-𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍. ^^ <𝟹)

[ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙱/𝚈 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 //  ➤ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙰/𝚇 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 ] 

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I Saw It In A Movie One Time (ch 6) - Digging

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Kai whispered to herself. One glance out the window and she knew— it was obvious. The Cullens got the wolves involved in the situation and now they were guarding her outside her store. She didn’t recall their faces from the movies, but the tattoos spoke loudly enough.

“I swear. They’re just trying to show off at this point,” she thought. Anyone in the real world who saw this would probably agree. One was in a gray tank and the other in a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, exposing the mark on their upper arm.

Kai formulated a plan to get them away. Luckily, there was no one in the store and by the looks of the parking lot and the cars that drove by— or lack thereof— nobody would be coming in anytime soon. She pushed the door open with her two hands and looked up at the two of them who were a whole foot taller and two inches or more taller than her.

“Boys, if you aren’t planning on purchasing anything I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the storefront and our parking lot. Sorry,” she said, avoiding eye contact by looking past them or at the floor, then turned right on her heel back into the store before they could say anything to her. But she heard a “sorry” on her way inside.

Paul and Seth stared at her until she was inside, thinking the exact same thing— though Pauls’ expression gave it away too easy, “dude. She’s short,” he snickered.

Seth’s eyes moved from the entrance door to his pack mates’, “yeah say it louder I don’t think she heard you. Let’s go before she calls someone else to chase us away,” he advised his superior with a light push to his shoulder.

The two ran off into the woods and phased. Two hours had passed anyways and she happened to only catch them five minutes before they were to switch off with Embry and Jacob.

“She’s still there?” Embry asked through his thoughts

Seth let out a huff, “Yeah, but she saw us and told us we can’t stand outside the store,” he explained

“We’ll just stay in the woods in this form,” Jacob decided for himself and for Embry. With a nod, all four wolves went on their way.

Seth didn’t mind that this was the only thing Sam would let him do. Since he became a wolf, Sam would only allow him to stay home and study. No wolf duties. He remembered the girl they had to protect, and reminded himself to do a good job so Sam would possibly allow him to take on some more exciting wolf duties, All the while Kai’s face lingered in the back of his mind.

“Got a crush or something?” Paul teased Seth, nudging him a little bit.

“No! I’m just... reflecting. I wanna do good I mean— when’s Sam gonna let me do all the wolf stuff next?” Seth defended

Paul gave him nothing more than a huff in disbelief. It was normal for an 18 year old to have a crush but the whole world know how shy Seth could be

Kai almost felt bad for having to tell the two shapeshifters to leave, but she knew that in the movies, none of this happened. Her blood boiled in frustration at Edward who didn’t listen to her pleas. For the next hour she stood behind the counter, occasionally looking outside for any other suspicious activity that might involve the wolves. Other than that, she pretended to scan the store every once in a while— though it was pointless because there were usually no more than five to ten customers at a time.

The three-hour shift that seemed to stop the clock every time had finally ended. Kai walked urgently to her car leaving no time for conversation if anyone was going to try to stop her.

—

Kai managed to avoid them for the rest of the week, until Saturday. Her heart had been racing at the thought of Victoria coming around like Edward warned her. Still, she payed no mind to it and went to work anyway. She figured the wolves would be keeping watch anyway.

It was 1:30 p.m. and as soon as Kai opened the door to leave, with a few huffs of frustration because she forgot item after item, remembering each one as she was just about to leave. Finally, after checking and double checking for everything she opened the door. There stood Alice unexpectedly. Her heart stopped and she let out a yelp.

“I’m so sorry!” Alice apologized, her hands out to help her— only she didn’t know how so she could only watch as Kai recollected herself

Kai put a hand over her chest and looked up at Alice, clearly trying to get her heart back to normal, “Do you need something?”

“I need you to stay at home,” she said brightly, extending the “I” in her sentence.

“Yeah, not happening. I need to pay the electricity bill and 18 hours this week isn’t gonna cut it. So, if you’ll excuse me,” she said, trying to push past her. That’s when something clicked in Alice’s head.

“Do you know who I am?” She asked her, curious to see just how much this girl knew. This was their first meeting, after all, and it seemed Kai already had an idea that Alice’s appearance was related to Edward somehow.

“Uh... yeah you’re Christina,” Kai lied. Of course she knew who Alice was but she wasn’t actually planning on telling her. She’s not even supposed to be talking to these people.

Alice rolled her eyes, “I think you’re thinking of someone else,” she countered, “I’m Alice.”

“And I’mma be late for work. Excuse me,” Kai attempted to push past her once again.

“I called your boss and told him you were sick,” Alice said, trying to keep her home once more, “We really don’t want you to be in danger. We know Victoria’s coming and so do you,” she said, her tone switching to one of urgency.

“My boss is gonna be glad to see me,” she pushed with all of her force past alice, “not sick, and doing just fine,” she stalked to her car and drove quickly.

Alice sighed, “she’s stubborn,” she thought.

-

Victoria snarled upon the scent of Kai. It was a bitter taste to her that a small, meekly little human could do so much to infiltrate her mind. It drove her absolutely mad. The best part of the game to her was when people would ask, “who are you? What do you want?”. But when Kai whispered Victoria’s name— it was sickening to her.

Victoria crept through the woods just across the street where she caught sight of Kai.

“pity,” she thought.

Kai was beautiful with golden tan skin, raven black and tinted indigo hair, freckles adorned her face especially around her nose and underneath her eyes. Vampires were known to be beautiful, and Victoria felt almost envious of the life Kai carried through her irises.

She planned to make this quick. Use her inhuman speed to take Kai, drag her right back out into the woods then kill her for a meal. She took a step that unfortunately for her landed on a twig with a snap. Her eyes flicked to the left and instantly was met with a giant merciless claws of the shapeshifter. She took off running across the treaty line where the Cullens were waiting.

-

“Are you sure this is where you saw her?” Carlisle asked Alice.

“She probably would’ve been here by now if Kai stayed home,” Rosalie hissed. Everyone stood patiently, undoubtedly trusting Alice.

“She’s near,” Alice said.

“On your left!” She directed.

The chase was on. Carlisle and Jasper made a start for Victoria, each coming so close to catching her but she escaped every time. Even as she hopped over to the wolves’ territory, she was able to escape every time. Emmett risked it all to catch her by jumping off his land and into theirs, and was violently blocked by Paul. The tensions between the two sworn mortal enemies were high enough for Victoria to make a satisfying escape.

-

Kai pulled into the driveway after one hell of a shift. She shut her eyes and lolled her head back in furstration upon seeing Edward and Alice in front of her house, “If I see you outside of my house ever again, I’m calling the police. Or jumping off a bridge. Honestly, I don’t know but please,” she begged desperately, “just leave me alone!”

She just got back from an exhausting six-hour shift at work, her shitty manager had a bone to pick with her every move, and more than five irritated customers angry at her for just doing her job.

Alice felt sympathetic toward Kai. It was obvious how tired she was. Edward grimaced as well, hearing her thoughts reflecting on the events at work. But he had to do what he had to do.

“We can’t do that—” Edward began.

“Don’t!” She exclaimed, palms toward Edward to stop him, “Please don’t. I’m fine, see? Victoria didn’t get to me,”

“The wolves stopped her,” Alice explained.

Kai let out an exasperated sigh. They were getting involved in her life and she was in theirs. At this point, there was no coming back from it.

“Fine. What are you here for?” She asked, defeated. She unlocked the door to her house and the duo followed her in.

“I just—,” Edward stopped himself, collecting his thoughts, “We wanted to know you were okay,”

“Shouldn’t you be worried about Bella? Where is she anyway?” Kai shot back.

“You know Bella?” Alice asked, but it came out as more of a statement.

Kaileia cursed to herself and chose not to answer her. Dammit.

“You can clearly see that I’m okay,” she offered to Edward, “if that’s all you needed, I’m sure you know where the door is—”

“I’d like to know how you know everything,” Alice interjected with a small smile, “Its just— Edward said you knew about him being a vampire and how he reads minds. When I came to the door the other day, you acted like we’d met before. And you know about Bellas’ and Edwards’ relationship,” she explained with a light voice. Kai almost felt bad that she couldn’t tell them anything and took this as her cue to start yelling in her head so that Edward couldn’t read anything.

“I can’t tell you that,” she stated bluntly.

Alice ducked her head, still giving her effort into finding out, “can you tell us when or how you got here?”

Kai shook her head, “No.”

Alice sighed. She was starting to feel the defeat that Edward did.

Edward stood, “is there anything that you can tell us?” He asked her

“Only what I told you before, that talking to me any longer than you are right now could cost lives,” Kai explained imperatively, “I really think you guys should go,” she pleaded, desperation all across her face.

Alice sighed, “whatever you were trying to avoid— it’s here. It’s now. You can’t keep running from us I mean,” she shrugged, “I know you didn’t mean to, but you drew us in. I’m sure you knew the wolves and that’s why you kicked them out of the store, didn’t you?”

Kai nodded. In her head, she was debating on whether or not it would be good to tell them the truth. The pros and cons sorted themselves out in their heads.

“I kicked them out because they were soliciting,” she lied.

“It’s a public area,” Edward countered.

“ ‘Kay well they were annoying me,” she finished.

The three of them stayed silent. “You’re not gonna leave till you get whatever it is you want, are you?” Kai asked

“I’m not. I’m actually supposed to stand watch for you— you’re welcome,” she said with a smile.

Kai shook her head, eyes half-closed in annoyance, “I didn’t asked to be stalked.”

“You didn’t have to,” Edward smirked.

“You ever get tired of being a shithead?” Kai asked, half joking. She didn’t know what clicked, but some...(in)human contact that wasn’t her boss was refreshing in a way. After all, she avoided every single person with every single conversation since she woke up in Forks seven months ago.

Edward let out a small laugh, “I have too much time to ever be tired.”

Kai’s expression dropped, “you can’t be sure of that anymore.”

Edward and Alice looked to each other questionably. When they attempted to ask her to explain, she waved them off or chose not to answer. The two eventually gave up on questions and invited her to dinner instead, to which she rejected.

Alice was getting desperate, “Well it’s either you come to us tomorrow night, or we come to you,” she proposed, a smirk on her face upon seeing Kai’s visible defeat, “you choose.”

“Alice. You don’t understand what you’re doing,” she was begging them to stop their advances. It was worrying her how involved she’s become.

“Then help us to,” she replied

“I can’t.”

“Then we’ll have to help ourselves,” Alice said, “Will we see you tomorrow?”

Kai was beginning to feel discouraged. There was so much more at stake than Alice realized. Edward stayed silent for most of the conversation, trying to find loopholes in Kai’s mind that could give him some answers but— nothing. He drew in a sharp breath as her thoughts seemed to cease to exist. There was nothing. Edward couldn’t hear anything from her.

“What was that?” he asked Kai, still in shock

“What was what?” She asked him

He looked up at her, his eyes wide, “I can’t hear your thoughts, only Alices’”

Kai’s eyes widened. Things were starting to change just through the conversation they were having. She shook her head fearfully, “You two really need to go. It’s getting dangerous.”

“I’ll be here to pick you up tomorrow at 7. Don’t be late,” Alice said. With that, the two left her house and Kai stood alone in her kitchen.

Did that change something? Edward can’t hear her thoughts. What’s next? The wolves don’t shift? Alice doesn’t see the future? Holy shit.

She continued to stand in the kitchen, cup of water in hand. She did nothing, just stared. Her thoughts ran faster than they ever had in her life and a tear rolled down her cheek out of fear. Things were changing and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

-

Edward and Alice went home puzzled, “May— maybe we shouldn’t be involved,” Edward proposed.

“What do you mean?” Alice asked.

“She keeps on emphasizing that it could mean life and death if we keep talking to her and I mean—” he shook his head in disbelief, “It’s proven. I stopped hearing her thoughts.”

-

Whoop whoop heres ch 6 i think i’ll have ch 7 up tonight as well^^

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12/14/2020 DAB Transcript

Jonah 1:1-4:11, Revelation 5:1-14, Psalm 133:1-3, Proverbs 29:26-27

Today is the 14th day of December welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it is wonderful to be here with you today as we continue our journey and take the next step forward through the Scriptures. We’re moving at a rapid pace. We move at a rapid pace during December because we’re moving through so many different pieces of…well…different texts in the Scriptures. And, so, we began the book…we began the week yesterday by reading in its entirety the book of Obadiah, which is the shortest book in the Old Testament just 21 verses and we spoke about that. Obviously, we read the whole book of Obadiah. So, we've got new territory to enter into today and we will read in its entirety the book of Jonah, which is another one of the minor prophets.

Introduction to the book of Jonah:

Jonah obviously, Jonah and the whale, this is a Sunday school story, a very, very famous story but the story in its full context is pretty unique. So, Jonah is a prophet who lived in the northern kingdom of Israel and where he came is just due west of the southern bit of the Sea of Galilee. And he lived during the reign of King Jeroboam the second. Here’s something that makes Jonah really unique in the Bible. Most of the prophets that…that come along, they are calling their own people to repentance. Jonah's mission wasn't to talk to his own people. He was to travel to the city of Nineveh, which at the time was one of the largest cities in the world. So, you know, like in modern times like he’s commanded to go to Mexico City or he’s commanded to go to New York City or Los Angeles or London or Cape Town or, you, know, name of a large city. Actually, the archaeological ruins of Nineveh still exist. There near the city of Mosul and Iraq. Many, many of these ancient ruins have been destroyed or at minimum damaged in the recent decade by Isis. So, the long and short of the story is that Jonah has no desire to obey this assignment whatsoever. God wanted him to go to a people who were considered the enemies of Israel, and not just the enemies of Israel but the enemies of God. So, Jonah doesn't obey. In fact, he goes in the other direction like he doesn't…it…it's really interesting…you gotta get out a map to see what we’re talking about because this is a tremendous journey from where Jonah lives all the way to Nineveh, a journey that would've taken months. There was, you know, no jumpin’ on a plane. So, Jonah actually goes in the other direction. So, if we had a map of Israel and we’re lookin’ at the sea of Galilee and we’re like, “okay, so Jonah lived somewhere to the west of this we would see that for him to go to Joppa to get on a ship would mean for him to go to…essentially we’re modern-day Tel Aviv is on the West Coast of Israel. He was going in the wrong direction. He was truly running from God. So, as we probably all know Jonah ends up in the belly of a great fish and…and he’s there for three days repenting and then he eventually gets spewed out on the shore alive - a fantastic story. And we look at it through different lenses. Like as Christian people, following Jesus there’s this foreshadowing, right, of Jesus in the story. Jonah is the belly of the whale for three days and then he’s spewed out and it's like a resurrection type story. But like the Bible does most of the time, it's also a mirror. And, so, when we look at our own lives and see how fear and pride get in, we realize that they lead us into disobedience. I mean once we’ve got fear, pride, and disobedience going on we will notice probably very quickly that we are running from God. And we should realize that running from God is not…it's not an option because it's not really a possibility, right? So, if we go to the Psalms and say, “where can I run, where can I flee from your spirit? If I go to the other side of the Sea you are there. If I go into the grave you are there. If I go up to the heavens you are there”, what we are realizing is that running from God is not a possibility. He's everywhere. And Jonah’s story is a story of a man on the run from God who gets thrown into the open sea to drown. He gets swallowed by a fish. We think what a dramatic thing. And indeed yes, but that fish that swallowed Jonah while he's on the run from God became his salvation. He would have drowned in that storm. So, yeah, probably riding around in some kind of whale submarine for a few days wouldn't have been comfortable and…at all…like I can’t…I don't even know where…I don't even…I don't even know where to go with that. It would've been terrifying. But it was what God used to save Jonah's life to get him back onto dry land and get him to complete the mission. So, what we see is that Jonah does indeed go on the run from God and gets swallowed by a whale but that never had that happen. Jonah could've obeyed. He could’ve just gone on his mission, saved a lot of time and a lot of grief. Do you see the mirror? Do you see when we get pride and arrogance and all of this stuff going on and fear and disobedience and rebellion and we are on the run from God we are only wasting time. We’re going in the wrong direction. We’re gonna have to come back. We could just obey. And we might also find that we are on the run from God how life can feel like it is swallowing us. And we can be so mad. We can be mad at God that we are on the run from Him and life is swallowing us, or we could throw up our hands in surrender and repentance and realize maybe this thing that has got us swallowed right now is taking us back to safety so that we get another chance to obey. So, let's hold onto that as we dive in here. We will read Jonah in its entirety, four chapters. We’re reading from the Good News Translation. The book of Jonah.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word. We thank You for the story of Jonah and we've talked about it and now we've read the whole thing and we look at the way that the whole story ends. Jonah does obey You and then he is so upset that You are kind and gracious. And we confess, that's inside of us too. Maybe it doesn't see the light of day a lot but that's inside of us too. And, so, we repent of that. Between the book of Obadiah yesterday and the book of Jonah today and the theme of Your care and long-suffering, kindness for people and Your distaste, and that's a lightweight word, Your complete dissatisfaction with the way that we can behave toward one another, the way we can stand back, and watch family get hurt, the way that we can stand back and watch brothers and sisters in Christ get hurt. We see in the Psalm today how wonderful it is, how pleasant for God's people to live together in harmony, O Lord God this is our desire going forward going into a new year. This year has indeed revealed many of the places that we are divided. Now we need to come together as one following Your Holy Spirit's guidance, not following a person or anything else, being led by Your spirit to a higher calling, one that models for the world what it is supposed to look like to be a redeemed son and daughter of the most-high God. And we just blend the culture and behave the same way that we see be…being demonstrated, being modeled. You've called us to something new, a new way of doing this, a way in which we can become like the Savior, we can become Christ like in this world. And, so, help us Holy Spirit to take all that we are learning, even as things speed up here in these last days of the year, all that we are learning and plant it in the soil of our lives so that it creates change in us. Come Holy Spirit we pray. All of this we ask in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Hello greetings Christopher who started listening when he was nine and called first and called again when he was 19. Thank you for returning to us with a message of gladness for the family that follows Jesus in the Bible here. I’ve been here for around I think eight years now and Father is so good. I can’t help but to be returning because this is…it’s like the walking staff I hold onto when I walk through the day. And I begin with it and I thank the Lord for the word He speaks. His word is continual. It doesn’t change. I praise the Lord for your…for being with you in your study, for blessing you as you continue and find a job and to make your plans for life and I pray that He will inspire you and bring good people into your life as you continue your family and your faith and joy in the Lord. Amen.

Hello, my name is Carolyn and I’m in North Carolina and I’m requesting prayer for myself and for my husband. We just passed our first year of marriage and we’re experiencing some…some difficulties. I believe there’s…there’s some mental illness going on and we just need some prayer for our marriage. Just that God will open eyes and open our years and our hearts and help us to treat each other better, to get some help for the mental illness issues and just to overcome this spirit or whatever it is that is causing problems within our marriage. I lost my best friend this year and it’s just been a really difficult year. So, other than my Lord I have no one else to talk to. And I am prayerful that He will see us through this. Thank you.

Good morning Daily Audio Bible family this is The Openhearted Overcomer. I’m calling in this morning because my heart is heavy for those who are experiencing mental health conditions or have family members or friends who are. This is a difficult time of year for people with brain disorders. And, so, I’d just like to lift up a prayer now for all of you who are experiencing this in your life in some way shape or form. Dear heavenly Father I just thank You for life. I thank You for our complex brains that You’ve given us so that we can love and learn and give and grow together. I pray for those people who are experiencing chemical imbalances in their brain and they don’t feel the joy that Christmas spirit should have. And Father God I just pray that You will lift depression and You will cause all of these brain chemicals to come into balance, especially at this time of year so that we can experience the joy and the gift of Jesus Christ. I pray for all of those who are discouraged by brain disorders. Father, we know that a brain disorder is similar to any other disorder, it’s chemical, it’s biological and we’re just asking for healing Father God. We just ask that Your Holy Spirit descend upon all of those who are listening. We thank You that Your healing brains and that You are bringing joy in the midst of pain and sorrow. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Good morning DAB family this is Donna from Cleveland Ohio. This is my second call in seven years that I’ve been listening. I want you to know that I love you all and that I pray along with each and every one of you. I have a son 23 years old, Max, who left home in February to travel across the country. He’s been traveling as a homeless person living out of his car. On November 23rd he called to inform me that he would be leaving the next day for Somalia. I pleaded with him not to go. So, I prayed for his safety and the next day I got a message that his vehicle had been stolen along with his passport and everything he owned. I know that God saved him from who knows what. But I ask for your prayers for his salvation. I thank you all for listening.

Hey, DABbers this is BFG, a first-time caller from Great Britain with a praise report. A quick background is that my wife and I have a heart to create a healing and retreat space for people affected by complex PTSD. So, in the summer we found a beautiful quiet and light space in Scotland close to the sea and next to the mountains with some buildings we could develop. It does mean a relocation. So, we put our home on the market and I expected God to send us a buyer immediately but when that didn’t happen, I began to wrestle with God and question him every time we had a viewing. My incredible wife though stayed quiet be faithful to the word that you heard at the start of the year, go from your country your people and your father’s house out to the land that I’ll show you. Genesis 12. There is something awesome about the faith and prayers of a mother, a mother knows what it is to carry something inside of her and simply trust. And my wife is no different. So, my praise point. On Tuesday we got an offer on our house. It’s all suddenly become very real and scary but that evening through a devotional knowing what we needed God in faithfulness brought the same word again, go from your country your people and your father’s house out to the land that I’ll show you. And this has so encouraged and strengthened us despite all the unknowns to continue to trust that God’s in control, that He will bring the resources to create a healing space, that we just need to stay in step with Him. So, Father God we give You the honor praise and glory and declare that You alone are sovereign. We praise Your name and ask that You continue to increase our faith and thank You that You’re patient with us. Thank You for the faith of my wife, for Brian and the DAB family and that they are faithful to Your calling. Lord this community truly is Your word made flesh. I love you all.

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Avengers don't get sick days so neither does spiderman

Peter woke up with the worst sore throat of his life. He knew he was sick, it was obvious. He mentally slapped himself for going on patrol the night before when he knew he needed to catch up on sleep.

' I guess everything is finally catching up to me' he thought.

"Peter, hurry and get dressed. I want you to eat before the bus comes" he heard May yell from the kitchen.

'ugh food, thats the last thing my throat needs' he thought

He threw on a pair of jeans he hoped were clean off the floor and grabbed a tshirt from the drawer.

He made his way to the kitchen and found May with a big grin on her face.

"Good morning honey, I made waffles!" may said.

Peter wanted to tell her he wasn't hungry but he knew that she'd ask questions and he really didn't want to be interrogated. He just wanted to make it through school and get to the tower to train with the worlds mightiest heroes. He started eating the waffles and it felt like his throat was sand paper. He cringed his face at the feel of the food going down but luckily May didnt notice. He looked up at the clock on the wall and realized the bus would be there any minute. He rushed to put his plate in the sink. He gave May a kiss on the cheek and just like that he was out the door without a word.

When peter reached his seat next to MJ on the bus he was beyond tired. MJ could tell something was up with him but decided he'd tell her if something was up eventually.

When they got to school peter wished he just stayed home. He ached everywhere, his throat was raw, and he could swear he was starting to develop a fever. He knew it was gonna be a long day but he had to pull through because Mr.Stark was expecting him at the tower right after school. He headed to first period and sat next to MJ and Ned.

"Hey loser, you look worse than you did on the bus" MJ pointed out.

Peter just shrugged. Ned passed him a note that said ' dude, are you okay. You look like death ran you over in a semi'.

Peter wrote ' throat is killing me but i gotta make it through the day for Mr. Stark'. He passed the note back to Ned. Ned read it and could only shake his head. He knew how much peter wanted to impress tony, but he just wished he wouldnt run himself into the ground in the process.

Time passed and Peter finally made it to lunch. He decided against eating to save his throat from being completely annihilated. He made it to the table and immediately laid his head down. Both MJ and Ned looked at eachother with concern. MJ finally spoke up when she saw peter shaking. "Dude, just go to the nurse. You seriously look like shit"

Peter looked up and opened his mouth to protest but all that came out was a squeak.

"I rest my case" added MJ.

Peter's body was begging for rest but he resisted like always.

His phone buzzed and he looked down to see a text from Ned.

' I'm sure he'll understand if you want to take a sick day'

Peter responded ' the avengers don't take sick days so neither does spiderman'

Ned just rolled his eyes and that was the end of the conversation.

Lunch finally finish and peter went in the direction of his last two classes.

He sent a text to Tony during his last class.

' Hey Mr.Stark, no need to send Happy to come get me. I'm just gonna swing to the tower.' it read. Tony replied a few minutes later.

' ive told you a thousand times you can call me tony. Anyway if you're positive that's what you want to do i'm not gonna stop you'

Peter knew he couldn't risk happy finding out he was sick.

When the last bell rang peter stumbled his way through the halls and out the exit by the ally. He changed into his suit and just like that he set off for the tower.

A voice echoed through the suit. "Master Parker, your temperature is a few degrees above normal. Should I notify Mr. Stark.

Peter managed to get out a soft no and karen did not ask anymore questions.

When peter made it to the tower, he was absolutely drained. Pepper was waiting for him at the door.

"Hello peter, it nice to see you again" she said. Peter nodded with a fake smile.

" tony is waiting for you with the others upstairs, let me take your bag and ill take you." pepper said.

When they made it up the stairs, peter saw natasha  sparring with steve and clint was sparring with bucky. ' i guess im sparring with Mr. Stark' he thought.

" Hey there undroo, you look happy to be here" tony said sarcastically. Peter just gave him a shrug.

He began sparring with tony and tony immediately knew something was up.

"Hey kid, you doing okay" he asked. Peter just broke down right then and there.

" woah woah, hey you're okay" steve said coming from the other side of the room.

"what's wrong" natasha asked peter.

He tried to talk but nothing would come out.

"I'm going to go get pepper" clint said walking to the door.

"Friday, scan peter" tony said.

" peter's temperature is 102. He seems to have strep sir." friday replies.

"Damn kid, youre a mess" tony said to peter.

Peter began to cry again.

"Oh honey, youre okay. Lets get you to your room and get you laying down." pepper said coming in through the door.

Tony sat there in awe. Pepper was always better in these types of situations. She really knew what to do and how to take charge.

" clint go get a fluffy blanket, steve can you make some tea please, bucky can you run to the store and get some cough drops, tony go find the fever reducers you and bruce made for steve and peters metabolism, and natasha please help me get peter to bed." pepper barked her orders and everyone went to do what they were asked.  

Pepper and natasha got peter settled into bed and everyone started coming back with their items one by one. After everyone left, tony texted may to tell her that Peter was sick and he would take care of him until he was better. He watched peter sleep because he honestly didn't know what to do. He didn't have any kids, so this was completely new territory. Peter started stirring in his sleep and tony got up to be next to him. Peter looked like he wanted to say something so tony gave him a note pad and pencil. Peter began to write then turned the notepad over.

'thank you for taking care of me Mr. Stark' it read.

Tony looked at the helpless teen with a smile.

"no problem spiderboy" he replied.

"But next time you're sick, just stay home" he added and with that peter slowly drifted back to sleep.

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I hope everyone likes this its my first sickfic so bare with me and please let me know what you think. I enjoy the feedback!

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I was commissioned by @underconstructicons for a Constructicons + Ironhide vampire AU drabble! This got much longer than the agreed length, whoops, but I hope you don’t mind and enjoy it. Thank you for supporting me! It was lots of fun to write once I got past my block!

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Sometimes it’s hard to see Iaan as anything but a normal human. A hot-as-hell human that smells like dog under his delicious mix of leather, earth, and light cologne, but fully-human nonetheless. He’s so ubiquitously normal.

Other times it’s all too easy to see that he is not human, but not in the ways most would expect from a supposedly-vicious creature of legend and imagination. It just takes a little time to everyone to notice it.

x--x---x--x

Iaan has become a regular visitor to the nest in the last couple of months. He stops by once or twice a week, sometimes to take Mix out on a date, sometimes just to hang out with all of the vampires. It’s an odd companionship, considering their different species, but everyone has come to enjoy it in their own way.

What Hook does not enjoy, however, is having a drenched werewolf dripping in his doorway. It’s understandable, of course, given the sudden downpour outside, but he still can’t say he appreciates it. Especially when said werewolf starts shaking, sending off a shower of droplets around him and making Hook step back with a not-quite masked expression of disgust.

“Hey, watch it,” he says, perhaps a tad gruffly. “We don’t need the entire house smelling like wet dog.”

Iaan, apparently getting used to Hook’s acerbity, just gives a small smile and ducks his head in embarrassment as he runs his hand through his soaked hair.

“Sorry.” He waves his other hand, sending another spatter of water to the floor. Hook gives Iaan an unimpressed look, and Iaan grimaces. “Bad habit.”

Rolling his eyes, Hook brushes the front of his immaculate shirt and turns to walk down the hall. “I’ll get you a towel.”

x--x---x--x

Sometimes Iaan brings Annabelle Lennox with him when he comes over.

Iaan is always hesitant about bringing her around, and he rarely actually has her in the house itself. Not because he’s concerned that the vamps would do anything to her, of course, but because he just doesn’t want her to see anything that might be a bit difficult to explain. Like a man turning into a giant bat or someone with a scorpion tail.

Scavenger doesn’t like hiding their tail, but they understand and are willing to hide it for a bit if it means they can be outside with their nestmates and Iaan and Annabelle for an after-dusk picnic. Especially when a game of catch breaks out between the werewolf and the little girl.

They play for almost half an hour before Scavenger gets an idea.

Annabelle is all too happy to have Scavenger join in on the game. She even almost manages to drag Bonecrusher in on it - almost.

It starts with an overshot throw from Annabelle. The ball sails past Iaan and he gives a wordless exclamation as he whirls around, chasing it across the yard. Picking it up, he gives another exclamation and holds it proudly in the air before jogging back to the game and tossing it to Scavenger. “Got it!”

A slow smile takes over Scavenger’s face. “Did you just fetch?”

Iaan freezes, frowning at the vampire. “What?”

“You just fetched the ball.”

“What?” Iaan repeats. “No, I just went and picked it up. What’re you talking about?” If it weren’t for the genuinely confused tone in his voice, Scavenger would say Iaan’s denying it a bit too hard. The lady doth do protest too much and all that. So Scavenger just smirks and throws the ball to Annabelle, who doesn’t seem at all fazed by the conversation, and the game continues.

Until little Annabelle overshoots again, sending Iaan in another excited chase after the ball. He brings it back with a triumphant laugh and throws it to Scavenger, his gray eyes practically glowing in delight, and beckons for the vampire to continue their little game.

The smile growing on their face, Scavenger raises their arm.

“Hey, Iaan.”

“...yeah?”

“Fetch.”

Something in Iaan’s eyes seems to shift right before he takes off after the ball, and Scavenger can’t help but giggle.

x--x---x--x

“Hey, Longhaul, there’s someone at the door.”

“I know.” Longhaul doesn’t move from his spot in the chair, though, and simply continues to clean his gun. Iaan had shown a quick interest in the old weapon and it had lead to a surprisingly interesting conversation between the two of them. But Iaan had quickly been distracted by the sound of soft knocks on the front door.

“...aren’t you going to get it?”

“Hook’ll get it.”

“OK… they’re still at the door, though.”

Longhaul glances at the werewolf, arching a scruffy eyebrow. Iaan still hasn’t moved from his spot on the couch, either, but he looks tense and he stares at the hallway leading to the front door with hard eyes. Longhaul frowns.

“Hook’ll get it,” he repeats, unsure if something’s wrong with Iaan or if this is… normal. Returning to his gun, he shakes his head. “Or Scrapper.”

“OK, but they’re still at the door.”

The question seems to stump Iaan, as if he really isn’t sure how to answer it. But, after a moment, he stands and walks out of the room. Longhaul, assuming that that was the end of it all, lets out another sigh and shakes his head. That werewolf of Mixmaster’s is an odd one, that’s for sure.

Not entirely amused with this, Longhaul sighs. “Do you wanna let them in?”

Then, shouted down from the other end of the hall:

“Hey, Hook! There’s someone at the door!”

x--x---x--x

“Oh my gosh, Lucy! Where have you been, huh? I haven’t seen you in forever! Aww who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl!”

Bonecrusher watches as Iaan coos over the small stray, using both hands to quickly scratch over her scrappy hide. The dog wriggles and whines in delight at the attention, giving little bounces as she tries to lick at Iaan’s hands and face. Bonecrusher has no idea how to feel about the image before her, honestly. It’s… cute, she supposes, as much as a big man cuddling a dirty stray that usually growls at anyone that gets too near for its own comfort can be cute, but, more than anything, it’s just confusing.

“Such a good girl,” Iaan repeats, hugging the mutt. He laughs. “It’s so nice to see you, pretty girl. I was worried about you!”

This is the third dog that has approached Iaan since he and Bonecrusher had stopped into town. And it’s the third dog Iaan has greeted with familiarity.

Bonecrusher makes a snuffling sound, not entirely intentional, but it brings Iaan’s attention to her well enough. “Another friend of yours?” she asks a bit awkwardly.

Iaan looks up at Bonecrusher, smiling like a kid that… well, a kid that just got a puppy for Christmas.

“Local stray,” he replies, carefully pushing the dog away in an effort to avoid a tongue in his mouth. Like that actually explains anything. “I thought she’d finally gotten caught. But you didn’t!” Iaan adds, obviously speaking to the dog once more. He cups her small head between his hands and gently shakes it, the dog - Lucy, apparently - still trying to lick his hands all the while. “Just laying low, huh? Such a smart girl!”

After a few more pets, Iaan eventually sighs and stands to his feet, shaking his head when Lucy starts whining at the loss of attention. “Aw, I’m sorry, girl,” he says, tone sounding truly apologetic. “I gotta go. You stay out of trouble, OK? I’ll see you again soon! You go!”

The dog yaps twice before seemingly to obey Iaan’s command, scurrying off down the alley and disappearing into the darkness. Iaan and Bonecrusher watch after her, the former with a fond smile and the latter with just as much confusion as before.

“You never really struck me as a dog guy,” Bonecrusher eventually says, aiming for a joking tone. It falls a bit short, but Iaan just shrugs, pulling his jacket a bit tighter around him before they both continue on their way down the sidewalk.

“I’m not,” he replies, his usual cool composure back in place. “I’m not much of an animal person at all, really. But a lot of the dogs in town seem to like me. I… think we even hang out during--y’know.” He waves his hand. “I guess we’re kind of pack.”

“Huh.” Bonecrusher still isn’t too sure what to think about all this. Iaan, obviously embarrassed by it, just laughs and ducks his head away almost shyly, so Bonecrusher brushes it off with a small smile. It’s… cute. Iaan and his pack. Odd as all hell, but cute.

After a moment, Iaan’s excitement returns and he looks up. “Hey, maybe Cheddar is back, too! He usually runs in the same territory as Lucy!”

“...Cheddar?”

x--x---x--x

“I think your nose is broken.”

Iaan laughs, stumbling a bit as he leans into Scrapper’s side. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he quips, raising his arm to wipe away the blood from his face. Scrapper can’t help but make a face at the odd smell; it’s a bit too close to dog for his own tastes. “And I’m guessing it most certainly won’t be the last.”

Scrapper grunts, grabbing Iaan’s arm in an effort to keep the werewolf from falling face-first onto the concrete. “You don’t have any self-preservation instincts, do you?” he says. It doesn’t sound like a question.

Beside him, Iaan laughs, waving his free hand.

“Nah, never have. Self-preservations instincts are boring.” He shakes his head, wincing and almost stumbling at the wave of dizziness it probably causes. Scrapper pauses, giving him a moment to catch himself.

“Survival is boring?” he asks, arching an eyebrow at the werewolf. Iaan laughs again and gives a bloody, lopsided grin as he continues to clumsily walk alongside the vampire.

“Yeah, it is. There’s a difference between survival and actually living, after all.”

“How philosophical of you.”

“I got it from a fortune cookie.”

Scrapper looks at Iaan, not entirely sure if the werewolf is being serious. Iaan doesn’t seem to take any note of the look, though, and he continues, “Besides, even if I did have any self-preservation instincts it wouldn’t have helped. I’m self-aware enough to know that.”

“And why’s that?” Iaan isn’t making much sense. Maybe he has a concussion? Scrapper wouldn’t be surprised, after getting his head smashed like that, but Hook would have to look him over to make sure.

“Because it wasn’t about me,” Iaan replies, tone matter-of-fact. Scrapper arches an optic ridge, a wordless demand for an explanation. “It was a pack matter.”

Scrapper frowns. “But those were humans. They weren’t part of your pack.” Last Scrapper knew Iaan doesn’t even have a pack. Iaan had said he had never met another werewolf.

...Scrapper doesn’t know what to say to that. He’s more than capable of taking care of himself against a few drunk humans, of course, and the fact that Iaan put himself in danger to protect the vampire just makes the situation even more ridiculous. But the fact that Iaan considers him pack--

“No, they weren’t,” Iaan agrees, tone still matter-of-fact. His grin twists a bit, suddenly much more animalistic, and undeniably dangerous. When he continues, it’s the wolf that is speaking. “But you are, and they were threatening you. Therefore, it was a pack matter.”

“For the record, it’s not just you,” Iaan adds, waving a hand. He almost trips in the process and curses under his breath. He’s normal again, for a lack of a better term. No wolf in his voice. “I mean. You’re all pack. You, Mix, Scavvy, Longhaul, Bonecrusher - even Hook! You’re all pack.” He presses against Scrapper’s side and looks up at the vampire. “I adore you guys.”

...Iaan is definitely concussed.

“...hey, Scrapper?”

“Yeah?”

“I think--I think I’m gonna pass out now.”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, Scrapper glances around to make sure they’re not being watched before shuffling his wings a bit, carefully wrapping one around Iaan in an effort to keep him upright and walking.

x--x---x--x

Iaan eventually starts sleeping at the nest for a few days at a time, usually right after the full moon. He’ll spend a day or so in an almost comatose state, passed out on either the vampire’s couch or, if he can make it to Mixmaster’s room before he crashes, in Mix’s bed, although Hook found him laying half-under the kitchen table one time. And, once he wakes up, he’s usually full of energy and absolutely ravenous, an absolute whirlwind around the house.

Mixmaster likes these bouts of energy. His and Iaan’s post-full moon... activities... are always the best.

Mix grins, tracing at the tattoos on Iaan’s back with a painted claw and making Iaan rumble in his half-unconscious state. The best.

Encouraged by the werewolf’s rumble, Mixmaster continues to pet at Iaan’s back, lightly scratching up his spine before reaching the back of his neck. Running his fingers through Iaan’s hair, he gently pushed it aside and leans over to press a nipping kiss to the back of his neck.

Giving another rumble, Iaan presses up against Mixmaster’s side, a content sigh escaping him when Mix starts to scratch at his scalp. He’s always pretty clingy and cuddly after said activities. Not that Mix minds, of course; he enjoys it and finds it adorable.

“You’re-re such a-a good boy,” Mix murmurs playfully, making Iaan grunt as he rolls over to face him. Iaan wraps his arms around Mix and slots in close, pressing his face against Mix’s neck.

“Stop it,” he grumbles. There’s no energy behind the words, though, and Mix giggles as he continues to gently rake his claws through Iaan’s hair.

“Aww, why?” Mix pouts, lightly tugging at a few strands of Iaan’s hair. “You liked it when I ca-called you a good boy earlier.”

Iaan hums, sending soft vibrations tingling against Mixmaster’s skin.

“I did,” he agrees, mouthing the words against Mix’s neck. “But I would have liked it if you had started reciting the periodic table, too, so I don’t think that means much.”

Mixmaster giggles again. “The per-per--the periodic ta-able, huh?” he muses, still petting at Iaan hair. “I’ll ha-have to keep tha-at it m-mind for the next time I need to get you in the m-m-mood. Science is ver-ry sexy, af-after all.”

Iaan laughs before pressing his head into Mixmaster’s claws, his laughter turning into a moan when Mixmaster starts scratching at the back of his jawline. Mixmaster’s grin grows.

“I still think you’re-re a good boy.”

“Mmmm... whatever you say, Mix. Just--don’t stop.”

[queeniewritesce]

Shall We Dance 1/?

Chris Evans rolled out of his bed and ran a hand down his face, scrubbing the last remaining traces of sleep. It was good to be home even if his break was coming to an end after forty-five days. Having wrapped up filming for Captain America: Civil War in late August, he had been happy to get some rest and visit his friends and family in Boston before heading down south to work on his next project, Gifted. He was looking forward to working with Octavia Spencer again and the script was solid, a good departure from the explosions and green screens this last few years provided.

Last night had been his last full night at home and Chris and some of his friends went to Mccreedy’s Pub for beers and pool. He arrived home around four A.M, his pockets lighter and highly drunk.

He groggily made his way to the bathroom of his en-suite, bending down to grab his checkered boxers from the floor. After relieving himself he looked himself in the mirror while washing his hands and face. Yes, it was good to be home, no fake fights to learn, no need for a daily shave and no places he had to b...

“SHIT!” His voice was loud, and it echoed in the empty bathroom. “Shit, shit, shit...”

He raced back to his bedroom and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The black and white Patriots logo blinked to life and right above it the clock read eleven fifty-two A.M. Groaning, he sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled his contacts app, quickly dialing finding and dialing the number he was looking for.

The call connected after three rings and before he was able to say anything the sound of giggling and laughter reached his ears. He was missing a great time with his friends judging by the background noise.

“…and you’re a crazy woman! Your danger Will Robson button must’ve broken when you’re born!” came Garret’s voice on the phone followed by more laughter. “Chris my man you’re fucking late!” Chris heard a feminine voice saying ‘Fuck you Gar’ on the background followed by “Silence woman, I’m on the phone!” from Garret.

“Yeah, ‘bout that…” Chris could hear the stadium music playing, welcoming everyone to the Gillet Stadium, home of the New England Patriots. “I’ll probably won’t make it today bro, I just woke up and I feel like someone drove a tank over my head.”

“You sound like crap as well bro…” Garret sighed on the phone. “Listen, you want us to leave? It’s not fair that we’re using your suite and you won’t even be here.”

Chris felt like a jackass, Garret had come up to him a few days after he had been home and asked if Chris would be okay with him borrowing his suite at Gillet Stadium and taking a few friends to watch the Pats play. It would be Garret’s girlfriend’s birthday on the 31st and the game was the start of one long birthday weekend culminating with a special Halloween party.

“NO, no, come on man, I’d never make you leave!” He groaned when he got up, pacing the room. “We’ve made these plans like a month ago, it’s part of Penny’s birthday celebration and you shouldn’t have to halt your plans because I fucked up. I’ll let the suits known I won’t be in but you’ll stay put and enjoy the game, ok?”

He leaned on the window pane with his right arm, soaking up the sun and watching life go by on the streets below his old townhouse. He had purchased the house in late March and there was still so much to do to restore the house to his former 1900 glory. It excited and terrified him, but Chris was adamant he would do the renovations himself.

“You sure you can’t swing by halftime? We’re gonna kill some Delphinus ass and you’re root to watch the game with.”

Chris could hear Guillermo in the background screaming ‘kill the fish, kill the fish’ while the same woman's voice from before laughed and corrected him saying dolphins were mammals and calling him a dumbass. She had a hearty laugh, loud enough to be heard through the phone call but not high-pitched and he could’ve sworn he heard her snort during his conversation with Garret. Adorable... the thought crossed his mind for a second.

“Nah, I don’t think I will. I’ll just take some Advil and go back to bed, commiserate over my own drunk ass. My flight is at nine P.M. and I really don’t want to flight while hangover and football is only football when there’s beer involved. Put Penny on the phone though, I wanna wish my future wife a Happy Birthday.” Chris laughed knowing he’d get a rise out of his friend.

“Fuck you, Evans, she’d never leave my ass for yours, you’re too pretty for a man, she likes them rough and…“ Garret was interrupted by what Chris deduced was an elbow to his side.

“I actually like my man without a potty mouth, Mr. Haywood… Hey Chris! Thank you so much for the surprise!” Penny sweet voice came through the speaker.

“Well babygirl, then I’m definitely not the man for you, am I?” Chris laughed with Penny. “Listen, I’m sorry I can’t make it today, I have no excuses but I’m a drunken fool.”

“Yes, yes you are!” she laughed before getting serious, her nurse voice on “Are you drinking plenty of water? Have you taken some ibuprofen? Order some greasy food and try not to stay on your bed all day, alright?”

“Yes Nurse Seabrook, no Nurse Seabrook.” He chuckled and made the way to the kitchen to find the Advil bottle. Penny was a nurse at Christopher’s Haven and had met Garret when both Chris and his friend had gone for a visit. Garret left saying she would be his girl one day and true to his world he had won her over not a month later. That was two years ago and Chris was sure a proposal wasn’t far off in the distance. She made his best friend happy and for that he loved her.

“Oh, shut up with the Nurse Seabrook nonsense would ya? I’m just sad you won’t get to meet my sister, she flew in last night and I was looking forward to introducing you two.” Penny said while he opened the bottle and got two pills.

“Are you trying to set me up with your sister, Penny?” he opened a cabinet door and got a glass.

“I do not set people up Christopher, I find pieces of a puzzle that are supposed to go together and let destiny take its course.” She giggled. Yeah, she was totally trying to set them up.

“You’re something else Penny!” he sighed after drinking a full glass of water. “Listen I gotta try and get some more sleep, but happy birthday you little cupid, I hope it’s a great one. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, and I promise to make it up to you somehow.”

“There’s no need to make it up to me, dear. You’re a great friend and a busy man. We’ll see you when you’re back ok?”

“I love you both very much, I’ll call you when I have a chance.” Chris made his way back to his bedroom, closing the blackout curtains and sliding into his bed before disconnecting the call.

His dreams were discombobulated images of football, his friends and a laugh that he couldn’t place a face to, but warmed him whenever he heard it.

__...__...__

Chris looked back to the stadium and he could see people filling the seats around the suites. A soundproof glass kept the noise at a normal level inside his, but the excitement was palpable. Families donned Patriots jerseys and Santa hats, the jumbotron showed a man dressing head to toe like a giant Christmas’ tree and then the image changed to a couple of girls dressed like sexy elves. Man, they must be freezing in this weather… It was December 20th and the temperature had dropped dramatically the night before, right now it was 26° but the weatherman talked about it getting as low as 15° during the game.

He was glad he had purchased a season suite. It wasn’t cheap but it was heated, had leather seats in the inside area, four HD TVs playing the other games of the day as well as the one being played on the field below and it came with their personal bar down the hall, tucked away from the crowd. Chris wasn’t against meeting fans and taking pictures, but sometimes he just wanted to have fun with his friends, let his guard down and enjoy himself.

Some of his drinking buddies were already there, a beer bottle on their hands and talking shit about a lot of things.

“Chris, thanks again for the invite brother, it’s not every day you get to watch the Pats kick some Titan’ ass from the 50-yard line,” Samuel said while raising his beer bottle in a salut.

“Here, here, let’s hope they freeze on their socks. Tennessee might be cold, but this Foxborough man! It’s our territory.” Another man, Dix, clinked his bottle to the first ones and they drank, Chris, following with their own salut and drink.

He turned his attention to the door when it opened, revealing Guillermo and his girlfriend Dora, Garret, and Penny. She had her head turned back and was speaking with someone just outside the door.

“I know right, she looked like you pissed on her Cheerios, she was so mad!” Penny laughed while fully entering the room.

And then he heard it, the laugh that had accompanied his dreams those past two months got louder when it entered the room.

“It’s not my fault she’s wearing stilettos in this weather. It’s fucking freezing and she had on fifteen-inch hills, a dress, and no tights! Who does that for Pete’s sake? Anyway, if she had moved when I said excuse me she wouldn’t have gone down like a sack of potatoes. My ass needs space to move around, you know that!” the girl finished and closed the door behind her, already unbuttoning her jacket. “Gosh, so warm, I love this place, I really do.”

“Yeah, like your ass is really that big Lucy.” Penny also removed her jacket, taking both and handing them over to Garret. “CHRIS!”

Penny sauntered to Chris with open arms, her small frame easily being engulfed by his.

“Welcome back big shot, how’s my favorite Captain?” she said hugging him with all her might. Penny really gave the best hugs he thought while hugging her back.

“I’m the only Captain you know Pen, of course I’m your favorite!”

“Actually, you’re not, our brother JP is also a captain”, she shrugged and moved her eyes to Penny, a smirk on her lips “and I’m telling him you said that!”

“Lucy, don’t you dare!” Penny was smiling while hugging Chris sideways. “Ok, so you’re my favorite fake Captain, JP is my favorite real Captain. How’s that?” she showed her tongue to Lucy before remembering that introductions were in other. “Chris this is my big sister and an even bigger pain in the ass, Lucy Seabrook. BabyBoo, this is the dorkiest man on earth, Chris Evans.”

In the few seconds that it took for Lucy to walk the three steps between them, Chris finally took a good look at the girl. Around 5’4”, she had a full hourglass figure, bigger than what usually attracted him but something about her called to him. A round face with amazing green eyes stared back at him, her full, kissable lips on display sporting a reddish-pink hue. Her red hair had shades going from strawberry blond to mahogany, but the main portion was a deep burnt orange, reaching past her waist and brushing the top of her ass cheeks. While her breasts looked gorgeous on that sweater, he had always been an ass man. And what a great ass that was, all round and perky. His cock twitched at the thoughts running through his mind.

She had dimples when she smiled and he caught himself smiling back with the same intensity, before enveloping her small hands with his.

‘I guess when people talk about feeling a shock going thru them when they meet someone they click with, this is the feeling they’re talking about.’ Chris laughed to cover the shiver that ran through his body.

“Hi.”