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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝕾𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖕

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧'𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐲’𝐀𝐦𝐡𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ɢɴ! ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ

Tw: Mentions of war, skypeople mentioned, fire, blood, mentions of na’vi sacrifices, mentions of cannibalism, the clan isn’t very friendly at first, mentions of death, Neteyam isn’t dead, mentions of titties out and about.

Author’s note: I didn’t know how to start with this, sorry if it feels rushed, I just didn’t know how to begin the story. I also used a translator for Yucaten, I’m sure if its accurate sentences, so don’t take it seriously. I tried to fit in things that you guys had commenting. This time for the songs, I’m not sure what kind of music I’ll be adding, I might add Korn or Rammstein . I am also trying to make this parts as long as possible, to give you guys more to read because, I feel as if I’m not writing enough. I hope you like the first part, leave a comment, I’d like to hear some feedback.

P.s. Don’t worry, I’m still working on Fish Girl. Also thank you to everyone who has helped me! I really appreciate it. :)

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A year has passed since the war, many had suffered the consequences. Now no one knew for sure if a war will happen again. So both Tonowari and Jakesully had had a discussion on forming an alliance with other clan. “It is our best option, we can’t risk this happening again, who knows if they’ll be back” Jake told the chief who was thinking, he knew of a clan that lived in the South but he wasn’t sure if they should seek for their help.

“I know of a clan, they live in the South, but I must warn you, they’re not the friendliest” Tonowari told the other na’vi. Ronal then spoke “They’re also a female dominated clan, it would be best that I or Neytiri go to negotiate.” she said as she held her months old child close to her. “We have to at least try, if not them, we’ll try another one.” Jake said “Alright, we shall seek for their help, or like you said, we should at least try. It was settled then, both the male will try and negotiate with the clan from the South.

The next week, Ronal along with Ao’nung, Neteyam and Neytiri were on their way to the South, they thought it would be safe that they only took their eldest in case of anything. Neither Ronal and Neytiri wanted to leave but it was for the safety of their people.

They had said their goodbyes to their families before leaving on their ilus and Neytiri on her Banshee, still sadden that they had to leave for who knows how long. The trip took a total of almost two weeks, the south was very far, until finally they got to the South. They arrived at an island with a huge volcano in the middle of the island. Once they got off their ilus they group began to walk into the jungle in search of the clan. They had their weapons in case of anything.

They had been walking for what felt hours, tired from their week long trip. Hoping to find the village soon. Until they had come across noises, the group got close towards the noise. Then they saw a group of women, this woman were different, they had pale white skin instead of blue, instead of stripped markings they had slightly darker dotted patterns, their eyes looked an amber or red color, and their hair was also a pale color. They were na’vi for sure, they also had different attire, some had their whole body covered while others displayed their chest out with no coverings of any kind.

The group didn’t know how to approach them “How do we approach them?” Neteyam asked his mother who seemed to be thinking. “I’m not sure, should we make our selves present first” Neytiri suggested as Neteyam spoke “that’s the safest option, is best that we show them peace since we don’t know what they’re capable off” he said, all agreeing.

Neytiri was the first one to step out, making the women stare at her, they looked at her with curiosity then they got their weapons and held them up, some even hissing at them if they stared a bit too much, they noticed their fangs were slightly longer and sharper, along with their finger nails, their nails were longer and sharper too. “I’m sorry to interrupt but, we ask you to take us to your leader” she said as now Ronal, Neteyam and Ao’nung stepped out. The woman had them surrounded, looking at them and seeing their different features. Both Neteyam and Ao’nung greeted them with the gesture of ‘I see you’. “Where are they from?” “What kind of Na’vi are they?” they asked among each other.

One of the women, wearing only a skirt that was wrapped around her waist and went down to her calf came close. She didn’t have anything that covered her chest, she had blue and black paint on her face and chest, her hair was laying on her back. Neytiri was looking at her face, not wanting to show any kind of disrespect. “You wish to speak to our ahaw ?” she asked as Neytiri nodded. “Yes, we wish to speak to them” she said then the woman nodded and signaled them to follow her. As the group walked the woman followed.

They walked for a little while until they got to their village, the village was bigger than they expected. Their was small houses everywhere, a small river in the middle in which boats were, most of the villagers their were women, children, and a few men, they had never seen such a place. The woman guided group towards a large stair case, into a platform. A small crowed formed around them, they looked just the women, they had pale skin and amber or red eyes. They looked at them, mumbling towards one another, the children near by looked amazed by the small group.

The woman stopped in the middle of the steps, then asked for someone to go get their ahaw, the group remained surrounded by the woman who lead them into the village, mean while the villagers that had surrounded them were trying to get a better look. “Who are they?” “Are they from the forest?”” “Why are their tales that way?” That’s what they heard until they saw three figures coming down what seemed a pyramid like building with a bunch of stairs, one of a older woman and two other figures following.

The older woman was wearing a dress that went from her chest to her ankles, the colors were of both red and orange. She had on white paint on her chest and arms with red lines on her hands and red surrounding her forehead to jawline. She wore what seemed to be a jade beaded web like neckless that went from her neck and down her shoulders. She also has a huge nose ring, big earrings, and lastly she wore a large feathered headdress, the feathers were the colors same colors as her attire.

“Nicté, they requested your presence” the woman from before said then the woman who they assumed is the ahaw. “I see you” the woman did the gesture and they repeated it. “What is it that you seek? Why did has the forest and water na’vi come here?” she asked, making the crowd mumble amoung themselves, as Neytiri spoke. “We came to as for an Alliance with you.” she said, then Nicté smirked and laughed, others laughing with her. “You, Naytiri, have come to ask for help? Why is that? Has your mate been causing more trouble I assume?” she asked looking at the other na’vi. “The sky people, they might return at any time but we aren’t so sure when, we want to be prepared and we wish for your help.” She said making the ahaw to speak.

“And why should we help you? Wasn’t your mate Toruk Makto?” She asked looking at Neytiri. This time it was Ronal who spoke. “Yes, he was, but we still need your help, the sky people may come back, and stronger than before, if we don’t do anything, they will take our home.” She said, now pleading. “Hm, I see, well if you want our help, you must learn like us. You must evolve like us, fight like us, ride like us, and learn the ways of fire and ash.” Nicté said giving her a closer look.

“We will, we will learn your ways” Ronal spoke, as the woman then had moment of thought. “Very well, y/n, Yolotli” she called out for two people, two younger na’vi came close. The na’vi looked just like their mother, but their eyes were a deep red. They wore a top that seamed to be made out of bones and beads that fitted their chest perfectly. For the bottom they wore a skirt made out of red feathers, leather with jade on the front of the leathers, the waist band had larger pieces of jade with some bones hanging onto down. They also had their calf and feet wrapped in dark leather. They also wore a jade neckless around their neck, they also had large jade earrings on both ears, a nose piece that was placed on the bridge of their nose, and four strings with jade beads that were on both nostrils of their. They also had some kind of painted markings on their face, and finally a similar crown like headpiece adorned with red feathers. Their hair wasn’t too long or short, it landed on her shoulder blades, and the ends were what seemed to be dyed a deep red.

The girl next to y/n, had eyes just like their sibling, she wore a brown leather top with tassels on the sides, with green colored beads that hanged on the bottom. She had on a black beaded hip scarf, she wore big jade earrings, her bottom lip was pierced with a small jade cylinder, on her brows she also had on two sets of jade jewelry, two strings of jade beaded strings on both her nostrils and her neck was adorned with loads of different sized jade necklaces. Her hair was down and long, it reached her mid back, she also had her ends colored red and she had the same face markings painted on her face. She didn’t have a headdress like her mother and y/n. She gave them a toothy smile “I see you” she said using the greeting gesture.

“This are my twins, y/n and Yolotli, they will be ones to teach your children” Nicté said as the oldest na’vi spoke “ Ba'ale' na', Ba'axten K'a'abet in -” but mother why do I have to- they were cut off by their mother “ Mak a chi'ex, u jala'ach wíinik t'aan, teech k'a'abéet a ka'ansik ti' leti'ob, lelo' definitivo.” silence, the chief speaks, you are to teach them, that is final she said. Y/n rolled her eyes and hissed in anger, clearly frustrated by this, it was clear that she didn’t want that duty. “Y/n please take our guest and give them a home, they must be exhausted from their trip” Nicté told her child, y/n nodded and motioned them to follow them.

Y/n was guiding the group into the village, some villager kept eyeing them as the group walked down the path. The group noticed kids running around with torches lit with fire, some even had fire in their small hands, showing it off to who they assumed was their parents. Some villagers were giving them some nasty looks, as if they didn’t want them here for being different from them. Finally they got to their small home, y/n walked over to the small entrance of the home. It was big enough to fit four na’vi. “This will be were you’ll be staying” they said as the group walked in looking at the home. “If you do not like it, then you can leave” y/n said with an attitude and clearly angry, they reminded Neytiri of herself when she first met Jake. “No, its great, thank you very much” Neytiri said turning to the small party, y/n left them to get settled in.

After all of them had their rest, a girl known as Yolotli walked in holding a basket of what they assumed was food, y/n walked in after her with a big plate. “Good evening, I’ve brought you something to eat” she said as she placed the food on the table. She said as Ronal asked her. “You’re their sister?” she asked as Yolotli nodded. “Yes, well I hope you enjoy the food” she said with a smile and left. She had brought enough food for the four of them. They each got their own portion and ate, Yolotli had brought them corn, squash, some fruit and something called tamales, they were very spicy but everything was eaten, they had not eaten properly the whole week, only eating raw fish.

“Tomorrow we’ll begin, get some sleep” y/n said as they got up and walked out of their home. Yolotli also got up from her spot “sorry about them” she said giving them an apologetic smile at the four. “I’ll see you all in the morning, I hope you all have a good sleep.” She said sweetly and left behind their sibling.

“I’m surprised that we’re alive, y/n looked like they wanted to skin us alive” Neteyam said as he laid on a hammock, still a bit shaken up by y/n. Ao’nung then spoke “yeah, I though the whole clan was going to kill us, they seemed... very intimidating” he admitted. Ronal then got their attention “here is what we’ll do, we will not cause any kind of trouble, we don’t know what they are capable of, we already have their help and we don’t want to loose it, and I doubt that any of you would want to be there next sacrifice.” She said to all them. They all nodded. Neytiri spoke again “Alright, go to bed” he said as they all laid down in their hammock.

Back at y/ns home, they were getting ready for bed, they had taken off their headdress, jewelry to sleep comfortably, they laid down on a cot next to Yolotli’s. Their sister was already laying down, ready to fall asleep. “y/n?” Yolotli said towards them “what is it?” they said closing their eyes. “What are your thoughts on them?” she asked as their sibling responded “I think they won’t make it, I doubt they’ll be able to master fire, they’ll be like babies learning how to walk” they said as Yolotli spoke again. “Give them a chance, I’m sure they can do it” she said as y/n just nodded, already dozing off. “Yeah, yeah whatever” they said as Yolotli got comfortable on her cot. “ Ma'alo'ob áak'ab” Goodnight she said to y/n who was already in deep slumber.

That morning, y/n and Yolotli came back to see how they were doing, they had brought them food like yesterday, but this time they had also brought some kind of stew. It was called menudo it was made out of Tarpirus stomach, again it was spicy, but very good. Yolotli seemed very nice while y/n didn’t seam to like being told what do you. It was clear when their mother told them to. They all sat down and Yolotli was talking about stuff that they did.

It was very different than what they did. They were also a very isolated clan, they did not like to be bothered by other clans, so they decided to move into South to stay away from every other clan. It was also obvious that it was female dominated clan, they did have males but the women were the ones in charge. When it came to children, majority of the time it were females that were born more than the males.

Every harvest they would na’vi sacrifices as a way to give back to Eywa who had given them a lot, so as a way to give back to the great mother, they gave back with blood. Sometimes they’d even eat the sacrifice as a way to nourish Eywa and seek guidance. Some sacrifices involved being thrown into the volcano or their hearts being taken out publicly, the practice seemed terrifying, but they saw this as an honorable way to go to Eywa. They had creatures called a Nì’awve, which meant Fire, and the being is able to swim with its ridder in the lava of the volcano. When a bond was made with the creature, one could not burn with fire, but with lava, when it came to an amount of time being in the lava, then they’ll burn. They also spoke another tongue besides Na’vi, they spoke something called Yucatec, it was their own kind of language no other na’vi but them knew.

They also practice something called Polyamory, it was when one na’vi had more than one mate, didn’t matter if they either male or female, it was considered normal here. Yolotli had mentioned that Nicté has a female mate, if she wanted, she could have another or even more.

When they questioned about the twins birth, Yolotli had mentioned that their mothers had given Eywa a life, a sacrifice, in return, so that one of the females could carry a life of her own, but Eywa had been so generous to the Tsahìk and her mate, gifting them two lives in each of their womb at the same time, creating twins. Y/n being born first, and Yolotli second.

They had learned that Y/n will be the next Tsahìk, due to being the oldest, they had more responsibility than Yolotli. They were the opposite, they were like the sun and moon. Y/n being the sun showing firmness, strength and power, and Yolotli being the moon showing calmness, beauty, and nurturing. It made even more since that they were twins.

“Now that you all know some history, this is where the fun begins” y/n said with a smirk on their face, showing them her sharp fangs, that smirk was of one of mischief and pure chaos.Both Neteyam and Ao’nung looked at each other a bit worried. “If anything happens to me, tell my family I love them” he whispered to Ao’nung who responded. “Same here” he said giving y/n and Yolotli a nervous smile. Yolotli only smiled at them in the most kindess way possible. “I’ll be good fun though” she said, seeing the nervous expression the males faces.

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mamawasatesttube · 2 months

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So i was just rotating your "Jack drake lives au" in my mind and at the same time remembered those panels of superman shaking hands with Some Fucking Guy (i think he was being a bitch to Lois or smth) and he makes direct unflinching eye contact with the tight lipped smile and his grip is a little too tight to be friendly

Anyways im not saying he hates Jack but i do think Kon off-handedly mentioned the "joke" about his nail polish and Clark went "oh really now?" And didnt forget

So rip Jack at that family dinner night bc not only is Lois waiting for an excuse to obliterate him but Clark is right there with her and if jack thinks that Good Ol Country folk Ma and Pa will back him up then hes in for a surprise lol

oh yeah absolutely!!!! the thing is. literally Nobody likes jack in this au ksjdhfkd like kon and dick absolutely have texted each other to bitch about him, ma openly shakes her head when she hears about how he treats tim (and she WILL speak her mind if he ever tries to shut that sweet boy down in front of her!), cass literally won't speak to him bc he failed the vibe check so bad, etc...

and like. no one is telling tim this. they Know it'll make him feel like he has to defend his dad bc he loves him! but sometimes tim mentions oh he can't join for games this friday night, he and his dad are going on an early morning fishing trip. and cass just meets kon's eyes across the room behind tim's back and rolls her eyes so hard.

but yeah. clark will mostly let lois handle the obliteration with ma's backup as needed bc he knows she's got this. his form of expressing his severe disapproval of jack, his views, and his parenting? supporting tim. thanking him for doing the dishes after dinner, praising his work ethic, ruffling his hair and telling him he did a great job with that case he wrapped up last week, etc. it makes tim go "!!! :D!!!" like that pic of the cat getting patted. tim has always craved approval and affirmation and affection from people around him and he gets it in spades from the kents. and jack sees his son light up and open up around these people way more than he does with him. it's not a good feeling.

it's just tough bc like, tim doesn't want anyone getting mad at jack. but the idea of anyone getting mad at jack on his behalf is also just such a shock to him. he's not used to that. he feels like he has to manage jack and be responsible for him in a lot of ways (if jack says something shitty in front of lois, tim cringes because now jack is gonna get his ass handed to him and feel humiliated, and that's his dad and he was trying to help, and also he feels like it's on him that his dad is being like that. why? oh you know.) (its the unnamed emotional abuse, thats why.)

but also clark and kon watch lois ask tim how his degree is going now that he's in engineering school, and lightly rib him and ask if she can't poach him into investigative journalism instead, because she doesn't usually take interns but she'd make an exception! and tim cocks his head like a dog and says well, maaaybe he'd be down to consider an internship if she's serious? it does sound cool. what are the details? and jack, who barely gets more than one-word answers when he talks to tim about his future, is just kinda seething. heart rate goin up bc hes mad. and kon and clark just exchange extremely amused glances across the kitchen and sip their hot chocolates.

like the tim and jack dynamic is complicated; it'd be a lot easier if the love wasn't so real but it is present. its just that jack is soooo emotionally immature and grounded in Classic American Manhood and ideas of fatherhood. and the fact that tim is growing beyond that and not fitting in the mold he's "supposed" to eats at him. its a tragedy but also we are all pointing and laughing at jack every time superfam make him grind his teeth.

#answers #peacheel #jack drake lives au #tim #clark #jack drake

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stardewremixed · 11 months

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How Each Bachelor Reacts to the Traveling Cart / What They Would Buy

(FYI, the seller is called Suki in the mod, Stardew Valley Expanded so I will refer to her as Suki).

Alex - laughs when he first stumbles across the cart by accident. "You sell contraband?" Hee... hee.. somehow he finds this hysterical. But the "herbal creme" Suki sells works wonders on Granny's sore back so Alex makes the trip every week.

Elliott - the type to spend all his money on other people and then wonder where it all went. He would get rare foragables from outside the Valley for Leah, and unique fish for Willy. Then he would stay and chat, maybe even have his fortune told or palm read over a spot of strong herbal tea with Suki.

Harvey - doesn't wander that far into the woods that often. However, he knows of Suki and recognizes she is dealing with tough times financially. Once a quarter, he walks out to her cart to offer a discounted wellness check. Suki insists on paying, so he accepts trade in goods like truffles and specialty wines.

Sam - money burns holes in this man's pockets. He wanders out in the woods once when Vincent gets "lost." Sam finds his kid brother chatting it up with the mysterious Suki. He is all about the snacks and stocks up whenever Suki is in town. Sam is also very open-minded, and definitely eats up the crystal ball stuff. They would discuss star charts and horoscopes (which Vincent thinks are "horror-soaps," exactly what he repeats to their mom later).

Sebastian- where do you think this guy gets his "weed?" Certainly not from the local grocer. Suki stocks gummies sometimes too, which Seb hides from Maru (since she once consumed half a bag and thought it was just candy). It was a weird family dinner.

Shane - doesn't care and doesn't really believe in mystical arts. But Suki has a magic concoction for helping him beat alcoholism. Tastes nasty. Burns going down. But man! That stuff works.

Victor - an upstanding citizen. He hears rumblings about a mysterious seller but it's not on his radar. Once, he may have stumbled across Suki's cart and asked about its construction.

Magnus - I like to think these two are friends. Maybe even friendly competitors. After she closes up, Suki goes to smoke with the Wizard and shares tales from the road.

Lance- like Magnus, Lance likes to swap tales of adventure with Suki. Probably over a pint. He would definitely pick up some specialty adventuring items from her cart when he's around.

#stardew valley #sdv headcanon #sdv alex #stardew valley headcanon #sve suki #traveling cart #cinderaap woods #sdv vincent #sdv sam #sdv maru #sdv shane #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sebastian #sve magnus #sve victor #sve lance

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transingsomeformers · 24 days

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something thats been eating at my mind to write/draw but if my boy hotrod/rodimus guest appeared in rescue bots this is whats been swimming around in my brain a while rambles down below

he wouldnt be like the main main focus hed be a guest star ofc

a new bot shows up on the island in vehicle form at first, but thats not really subtle cause hes a racecar and everybody is like "whats a racecar doing by this lake?" one that nobody super recognizes at first glance except fr salvage and blurr.

and blurr starts getting ecstatic when the bot transforms and its hot rod! (studio applause) and while blurr is going a lil nuts with excitement salvage fills them in that hes an old racer from velocitron and blurr is all like

"dude, hes not just 'an old racer' hes one of the greatest racers velocitron has ever seen!!!" and he starts infodumping abt him and in the back of his mind heatwave is like "greaaat another bot who doesnt think before he acts we gotta deal with" so they all go and approach him to find out what hes doing there

and blurr is really excited cause he thinks hot rod is so freaking cool and they can race and he can show hot rod his moves but hes not there on any kind of autobot business or even for racing much to everyones surprise.

hes only there to go fishing.

hes on vacation and been really excited for his fishing trip that hes been planning especially on a bot friendly island and by god hes looking to catch himself a real prize to brag about to the boys back home.

chief burns perks up at this, and its about time for the burn's annual fishing trip so they kinda end up combining the two trips. hot rods down for any good spots, and the others (mainly heatwave) wanna keep an eye on him

so the next day they all get ready and they go on the burn's trip first and are out to sea.

Salvage wants to try out something hes been working on around their spot and he stays on shore

Blurr is disappointed that hotrod isnt there to race but hes not passing up an opportunity to hang out with hot rod so he offers to go out with them on the water even tho he couldnt care less about fish. and maybe he can talk him into a small match later. Salvage kinda warns him not to get his hopes up, and that maybe he should take time to talk about other things with him. (blurr kind of blows him off tho which ruuuuuude!!! be nice!!!)

They get out on the water and everyone else is rlly casual and hit it off with hotrod p well. the burns family exchange stories with him, he talks about the states hes visited with some friends of his on earth. and ofc the conversation circles back around to the different fish hes caught chase questions if he has the proper liscenses for that. to which hotrod pulls up copies of some fr the different states he been in (all of them have the last name witwicky on them ;) ) all in all everyone is having a good time

everyone but blurr. he was hoping that maybe he could get some tips on racing, or anything to do with racing at all while theyre out there but hot rod's just really passionate about this trout he caught out in oregon and its driving him nuts. he ends up moping about it and just goes back to shore with blades cause he forgot his little hat and its just not the same without it.

They get back to the shore and salvage asks how its going and blades is like "Oh its great! turns out he speaks a bit of pirate too!" and stuff and blurr is sarchastically like "yeah its greaaaat" and they both kinda give him a look.

salvage is like "i take it hes not quite what you thought hed be like huh" and blurr is just "HE ONLY CARES ABOUT FISH. im never gonna be friends with him at this rate, hotrod is nothing like i thought he would be. im just gonna go back to hq"

and blades nd salvage just kind of look at each other and blades blades laughs a lil bit and blurrs a little peeved hes laughing but then they all get to talking a bit cause this reminds blades of when he was first getting to know bumblebee after their first meeting and he tells blurr a bit about it cause it was a bit awkward fr a while

blades had some ideas fr how exactly it was gonna be with bee and bee while he was enjoying hanging out just kinda asked him

"Do you want to be friends with me, or just the idea of me?"

and it made him stop and reevaluate things a little. ultimatley fr the better cause that kinda helped blades to take bee off the pedestal he had him on and just start really connecting with him just as he was.

and blades asks blurr if he was actually looking to be friends with hotrod or just the idea of how theyd be in his head and blurr kinda sits on that fr a bit without really saying anything

and salvage talks abt the time he and blurr first met a long lonnnng time ago and that the first impressions they had of each other weren't the best admittently and that salvage thought he really didnt have much in common with blurr but one day after they got to talking and racing came up in the convo and salvage saw a lot of the passion he had about it and it reminded him about a lot of his own passion for creating/inventing, he tells him that maybe you just need to give it some time and ask him about his other interests as well. really engage with him on it.

blades finally remembers he was there to grab his hat so he does and hes about to head back to the boat and blurrs like "wait, let me come back with you" and he gives it another chance

and it ends up working out. he asks him some more about his previous travels and they all start fishing again and the competitiveness rlly comes out in hotrod cause hes determined to catch the most and the biggest fish out of everyone on the trip now and blurrs trying to beat him and shenannigeans and hijinks ensue but they end up really connecting after that.

soon they get back to shore and everyone goes back to hq and theyre having fun and chatting late into the night hot rod decides he wants to take a quick ride around the island and he gets the ok and he asks blurr if he wants to join him!!!

blurrs really excited cause this is what he orignally wanted and was waiting for...but...

he turns him down, theyre hanging out again tommorrow anyway gotta make sure hes ready and all that and htos rods like "cant argue with that see ya tommorrow" and heads out

blurr goes down to where salvage is and just kinda watches as hes working on his projects and blurrs like "so uh... that thing you were workin on today... I didnt get the chance to see it in action..." and salvage glances over at him fr a second and then he smiles and they get to really chatting and talking abt it

and the first moral of this story is don't put people on a pedestal, take time to get to know them for who they are

but the second and most important moral is that there should be rodimus fishing memes

thats all i got rn

and reading this back this feels more like a bad my little pony plotline but yknow what that is ok.

friendship IS magic and the fish ARE biting

#tfrb #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #rodimus #tfrb salvage #tfrb blurr #tfrb blades #this was sitting in my drafts fr a while and i was rlly obsessed with fish fr some reason

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bisexuallsokka · 1 year

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what do you think about divorced zukka where izumi lives with sokka in the south pole but she visits zuko every winter in the fire nation where he is busy being the fire lord. but one day like 10 years after their divorce when izumi is in her teens, zuko comes to visit the south pole for diplomatic reasons and of course it falls on sokka and katara’s family to host him. so hakoda plans a casual sightseeing trip for all of them where zuko can try ice fishing and all that but then during their trip there’s a huge blizzard and they’re all cooped up in this remote village all stuck in the same building and while hakoda and katara are stressed about the blizzard and izumi is extremely weirded out by her dads being in the same place, zuko and sokka are flipping between bickering about the smallest things because they forgot how to talk to each other (and they want to, so they’re doing it the only way they know how) and staring longingly at each other from across the room…

um so what do you think about that

what do i think about that.....WHAT do i THINK about THAT.......

i think that sokka and zuko being forced together in stressful circumstances is absolutely perfect. i think they have been avoiding each other, both intentionally and unintentionally, for YEARS and that suddenly having no escape is just what they need. they need to be able to look at each other, not just in passing, and process how much time has passed and how much they both have changed. they need to see each other interact with their daughter and long for things to be different. they need to try to make small talk about the most mundane things (a la pretty clouds) and to make each other laugh and smile again and surprise one another with their honesty and try to be vulnerable again.

then they need the smallest thing to set them off, to make them start to put up their walls again, or they fall back to bickering because that is way less scary and way easier than whatever the fuck they are feeling at the moment. and then they need to notice izumi again and realize she doesn't deserve this and they should try for her if not anything else. they should try to be friendly, try to act like this is normal, try to """""act""""" like they really care about each other. and then izumi says loudly that zuko's hair is a mess, and sokka trips over himself to offer to braid it. and after he's done his hands are still shaking and zuko offers to warm them up even though they both know it's not from the cold.

so yeah that's what i think about that

#also bonus if katara and aang just made this 'blizzard' using their bending so that things would play out exactly like this fhdkfsdj #from the bottom of my heart thank you thank you thank you for this ask my beloved #it will haunt me until the end of time <3 #divorced zukka #peachflamingotea #ask me stuff #zukka #izumi #i am seriously so close to writing this into a fic

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kittenofdoomage · 1 year

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Summary: She’s a reclusive Omega who can’t walk away from someone in trouble, and he’s in trouble.

Prompt: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Cabin in the woods, Broken down car

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x female!Omega!reader

Word Count: 9106

Warnings: A/B/O, scenting, mating, fluff, teeny bit of angst, smut (fingering, knotting, biting), written in first person, canon-adjacent, pregnancy, canonical character death (S15 finale)

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The rain was heavy. Heavy enough that I shouldn’t have been out in it but I sometimes think that the universe meant for me to be there.

Storms aren’t unusual here. It was one of the first things I noticed when I moved to my remote little hideaway in the mountains, how they seemed to have their own weather system. I’d expected it to be a different change of pace to the city, but I underestimated just how different it would be. That first night, surrounded by my boxed up belongings, I experienced real nighttime - the silence that was only disturbed by animals or the wind through the leaves, and the darkness that was never ending, producing unmatched views of the stars above the trees.

I loved it. I didn’t sleep that night because I was amazed by it all. I still love it.

It wasn’t complete isolation, of course. Further down in the valley there was a ranch, managed by a friendly family with adult children, and not two miles from my cabin, there was an identical one, owned and lived in by Mr. Collins. I think he’s a professor of something but he’s not the chattiest. I sometimes pick up supplies for him from town, just to help out, like a good neighbor, and also because he’s old as fuck and the thought of him driving the beat up rusted truck in his driveway makes me very anxious. He does sometimes, I think, but for the most part, I see him listening to the radio on his porch. The closest town is Harperville, about twenty miles away, just a handful of houses and farms, but big enough and close enough to the freeway to have a Walmart.

These mountains don’t get many visitors. There aren’t any big animals, nothing hunters would find interesting, and though there are some good hiking trails and fishing spots, it’s not easily accessible. Only one road cuts through, and in storms like this, it’s mostly flooded.

That’s how I met him.

I was on my way back from my weekly trip into town for groceries when the heavens opened. The road was already filling with water when I turned onto the single road through the mountains, so I took it slowly, wary of the various potholes the water was now concealing. My truck was pretty high off the ground, high enough that I needed a little step ladder on the side to even get in, but I still wasn’t taking the risk.

The trees thickened up quickly as I headed up the mountain, and the rain kept coming down, making it nearly impossible to see. I leaned forward as I clasped the wheel, trying to focus through the windshield, cascading water impairing my vision. The red brake lights were the first hint I had of another vehicle and as I drove closer, I realized that whoever it was had broken down.

Slowing, I looked around, trying to spot the owner of the car in the rain. It was still daylight, but in the thick of the trees, visibility wasn’t great, so I knew I had two options - try and find and maybe help whoever it was, or keep on driving and leave them to the elements.

I’m not hardwired to walk away from someone who needs help. My mom always used to say it was because of the Omega in me, but I hate to think that being a good person is dependent on your genetics. Leaving someone to suffer wasn’t in me, and besides, I carried protection for this sort of thing.

Putting the truck in park, I flicked my hazards on, though it was unlikely anyone would come up this way. It was unusual enough that this person, or persons, were there. I reached underneath the seat, pulling out the Beretta I kept there. It wasn’t loaded - I had the ammo, I just felt like the threat of being shot would be enough to get me out of any trouble I found. I wasn’t a huge fan of guns, but I recognized the need to protect myself.

The door clicked open as I pushed it, and rain immediately poured onto my legs. Sliding down onto the ground, I held the gun behind my back as I approached the car, looking around for any would-be attackers. The driver's side door opened as I got closer, so I stopped, waiting for whoever it was to emerge.

In the five years I’d been living my near-solitary existence, I’d never met an Alpha. The cities were full of them, hell, they were half the reason I moved away somewhere like Harperville.

He was tall, taller than any man I’d known before, well over six feet. His hair was long, plastered to his skull in seconds by the downpour, a few strands escaping to cling to his face. I didn’t know what to make of him once I got a good look at his features; I don’t think I’d ever met a man so handsome.

“Hi,” he said, almost sheepishly.

It took a second to find my voice. Sounds stupid, being awestruck by such a beautiful man, but I’ll admit, he really had me completely turned around for a moment. “Hi,” I finally replied, making sure to keep my weapon out of sight. “Breakdown?”

“Uh, yeah,” the Alpha chuckled, scratching at his face with a grin. “Can’t get a signal either.”

The rain was starting to ease off, but it was still loud on the poorly maintained tarmac. I stepped closer, trusting my instincts - I didn’t feel like I had anything to fear from him, which was something I should have paid attention to. “You won’t get one up here,” I informed him carefully. “There’s no getting back into town until the storm’s passed.”

“Damn,” he grunted, shoulders dropping. “Just my luck.”

I knew it was a stupid idea before I’d said it but that didn’t stop my dumbass mouth pumping the words out anyway. “I live just up a little further, you’re welcome to dry out at mine and use the landline.”

His features were even more attractive when he smiled, showcasing gorgeous dimples. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear his eyes literally sparkled. Either that or I need to lay off the romance novels. He nodded enthusiastically at my offer, wringing his hands as he came a little closer.

“That would be awesome.”

“Uh,” I glanced back, wondering if I should suggest pushing his car off the road, “hmm.”

“What?” he asked.

“You think we can push it off the road?”

“I think so.”

The rain didn’t help. I didn’t have a wealth of experience pushing cars anywhere but the Alpha had some strength behind him. Within a few minutes we had the car as far onto the verge as it could go, safely away from any possible traffic that could collide with it. I doubted anyone would be driving up this way but still, better safe than sorry.

Getting back into the truck was a relief and I managed to slide the gun back underneath the seat before he saw. I was soaked through, him too, and so far the rain had done a good job of blocking his scent. He reached his hand out, the movement sending a wave of his scent in my direction, and when I took his hand, I managed to make eye contact, getting caught in the myriad of colors in his eyes.

“I’m Sam,” he introduced himself, and I swallowed down the nervous ball that suddenly clogged my throat. I could smell melted chocolate and fresh cut grass, and all at once I felt warm and safe, despite how drenched I was.

Muttering my name, I practically snatched my hand back. “I don’t live far,” I added.

“Thank you,” he replied. “Not many people would stop and help a stranger. Let alone an Alpha.”

I smiled at him, turning the truck ignition. “That’s half the problem with the world today, right?”

Sam grinned back. “I guess it is.”

The rain was getting heavier again as I guided the truck up the road to my cabin, and when I parked up, I glanced at the backseat, full of groceries from the trip to town. Sam followed my line of sight, smiling when he looked back at me. “You mind giving me a hand?” I asked.

He nodded. “Least I can do.”

Apparently, Sam could carry in one trip what I would manage in three, so getting the bags inside took no time at all. I directed him to the phone and the phone book beside it, letting him know it was okay to call anyone he needed, and then left him to it while I cleared away the bags. By the time I was done, he was in the kitchen, a displeased expression on his face.

“No joy?” I asked, though I knew that Jerry’s Autoshop in Harperville would be closed by this time, and Jerry was usually pretty blunt about saying no.

“Not with a tow,” he sighed. “I managed to get ahold of my brother and let him know I wasn’t dead.”

“That’s something I guess,” I shrugged. “You want a coffee or anything?”

“Coffee would be great. Black, no sugar.”

I gestured to the small breakfast bar on one side of the kitchen, and he smiled his thanks, taking a seat and laying his now-useless cellphone on the counter. “I gotta ask,” I chuckled, “why are you all the way out here? The freeway is much quicker than going through the mountains.”

“Not a fan of the freeway,” he said softly. “Besides, it’s a nicer drive, y’know? When it’s not raining.” I laughed at that, nodding agreement. “Can I ask you something?”

I knew what was coming so I kept on with what I was doing, flicking the coffee pot on and turning to look at him. “Sure.”

“You’re an Omega,” he stated. I nodded. “Don’t Omegas usually live with someone? Like family o-or -”

“I did,” I answered gently. “Now I don’t.”

“Isn’t that… dangerous?”

The concern on his face was unreal, and I couldn’t help but laugh lightly, shaking my head. “I can protect myself,” I assured him. “Besides, it’s really not that dangerous to live alone. Or are you assuming that because I’m an Omega I’m weak or something?”

“Not at all,” he spluttered, clasping his hands together. “Sorry, I guess that was kinda rude. Just… you’re not like any other Omega I’ve met.”

“Why would I be?” I was teasing him now, mainly because he was downright adorable when he got all flummoxed. The tips of his ears were red, and he couldn’t even look at me straight. It was almost like torturing someone. “Relax, Sam, I’m playing. I know there’s a certain,” I sighed, trying to think of the word, “way Omegas are supposed to be. I’m just not that kind of Omega.”

“So I don’t have to worry about an Alpha appearing to kick my ass?”

His questions clicked. He was trying not to ask outright, but he had assumed I wasn’t a lonesome Omega. The assumption made my jaw tick because I hated when people thought Omegas couldn’t be perfectly fine and functioning without a knot to keep them happy, but that was just society. Sam was another conditioned product of society, just like I was before I left it all behind.

“No,” I said quietly. “Never needed one.”

That was a lie. I had needed one, once upon a time, and I would have hung the moon for him. He was my highschool sweetheart, Scott Tuckerson, and an eighteen year old, newly-presented me thought he was the one I’d be with for the rest of my life. Turned out he wasn’t so keen, but he stuck around long enough to pop my cherry then break my heart.

“What about you?” I asked suddenly, frowning a little when I realized how calm and collected he was. From my experience, Alphas around unmated Omegas were like cartoon coyotes, slobbering and grabbing at whatever they could get. If Sam had an Omega, that would explain how composed he was, though I hadn’t seen any claim mark on his throat. Maybe they didn’t reciprocate, or maybe they bit him somewhere else. It wasn’t unheard of.

“Uh, no, no Omega,” he murmured, staring at his hands.

“Huh.” The coffee pot dinged and the sound startled me for a second, making me do a little hop on the spot. Sheepishly, I turned away to hide my face, keeping my back to him as I fixed our drinks. When I carried his cup over and placed it in front of him, he smiled at me, and I smiled back without thinking, letting his warm and comforting scent lull me for just a second. The realization of what was happening sank in like a complete reset, leaving me standing there doing nothing but staring blankly, until Sam frowned.

“You okay?”

“What?” I must have looked like an idiot. Grinning at him, I shook my head. “Nothing, just something I forgot. Suddenly remembered.”

“Oh, what?”

I couldn’t think of anything. Shit. “Nothing important.” My brain fired off a suggestion. “I left some firewood uncovered. I’ll need to dry it out now.” Hi. My name is Y/N. I’m a bumbling numbskull. Backing up, I went for my own coffee, trying to appear casual. “So you were going to visit your brother?”

Sam nodded, sipping at his coffee before answering. “No, I was away for work,” the way he spoke was hesitant, and my mind instantly wanted to know what work entailed, “on my way back home.” He paused, and I opened my mouth to ask where home was, only for him to beat me to it. “Kansas,” he supplied, sipping his too-hot coffee again.

“That’s a long way for work,” I commented, hoping it would get more out of him.

“Yeah, I guess. It takes us all over.”

I could see I was going to have to be blunt about it. “What do you do?”

“Freelance investigator.” It came out so quickly and so smoothly that I blinked, unsure what exactly that would encompass. What did he investigate?

“Sounds interesting.”

“Not really.” The awkward silence stage was looming, though it seemed like Sam wanted to avoid that as much as I did. “What about you?”

“Me?” I hummed, wondering suddenly if I was being too open with this strange Alpha. “I work remotely. Editing. And it’s as boring as it sounds. Pays pretty good though.” Internally, I cringed. That probably was too much information.

Sam seemed interested, sitting a little straighter. “Editing? Like, for a publisher?”

“Anything really. I’ve worked with fiction, non-fiction. One year I did nothing but high school textbooks.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Now I do sound boring.”

“Hey, boring can be good,” he argued. “Safe.”

It was an odd choice of word but I didn’t say anything, sliding onto one of the stools opposite him. The rain was still coming down outside, pattering loudly against the windows. “This could go for a couple of hours,” I mumbled apologetically.

His smile was fixed on me when I looked back at him, and it created a warm feeling in my stomach that I wasn’t entirely sure of. Still, I smiled back, unintentionally bathing in his scent.

He picked up his cup again, blowing on it lightly, eyes still on me. “I’m sure we can pass the time.”

It became apparent several hours later, when the storm hadn’t let up, and Jerry’s definitely wouldn’t be answering, that I was to entertain a guest for the evening. I wasn’t concerned by that point; Sam had shown himself to be a gentleman, an intelligent one at that, and I was more worried about the fact that I was enjoying his company. He was happy to take my moderately-sized couch for the night, and once I’d cooked dinner for us both, I escaped to my bedroom, trying desperately to breathe through my mouth so I didn’t intoxicate myself with his scent.

Naturally, none of my online friends were available for my crisis, so I ended up watching Netflix until I dozed off. Sam didn’t disturb me for anything, and I didn’t hear him moving around, but still, sleeping with a strange Alpha in the house had me restless.

I woke up when my phone started to play my usual morning jingle, and when I emerged from the bedroom, I was surprised to find Sam gone. All the blankets I’d supplied were folded and piled neatly on the couch, with a note delicately perched on top. I grabbed it, scanning the words.

Thank you for the rescue. Sam. W.

Pulling a face, I looked towards the door. He’d obviously woken early and called Jerry again, but I felt a little put out that he hadn't stuck around to say thanks in person.

Maybe it was for the best.

Over the next few days I put Sam out of my mind, during the day at least. My dreams didn’t quite get the memo, conjuring up intricate fantasies that seemed to linger in the morning. It seemed easier to keep busy rather than dwell on an Alpha I was likely to never see again, so I threw myself into work and chores, avoiding chances to think too much.

I wasn’t expecting him to show up again, a week later, wandering up my driveway. He was wearing a red plaid flannel this time, and I had to admit, it was definitely his color. Finishing up with the tomato plants I was repotting, I brushed the dirt from my gloves and removed them, stepping around the beds to the small gate of the fenced off garden.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you again,” I greeted, not bothering to keep the smile off of my face.

He returned it, shoving his hands in his pockets as he came to a stop only a few steps away from me. “Well, I wanted to thank you,” he chuckled, rocking on his heels. “And I wanted to check out the scenery in better weather.”

I couldn’t help but feel there was an innuendo there somewhere, or maybe it was my inner-twelve-year-old. “Is it worth it?” I asked daringly, arching an eyebrow at him.

Sam grinned. “Definitely.”

“It’s a long drive from Kansas just for the view. Wanna join me for some lunch?”

In hindsight, I should have realized I was already smitten. Sam was gorgeous, smart, funny, everything an Omega could ever dream of in a mate. I was breaking my golden rule but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to care. The man had driven twelve hours just to say thanks, the least I could was offer him lunch.

He only stayed for a few hours, leaving before dark. I assumed he’d parked on the main road and walked up but shortly before his departure, a black Impala - not the same car he’d broken down in - drove slowly up to the cabin. The man driving it was his brother, he informed me, though Dean didn’t get out to introduce himself.

I invited him back without even thinking about it. Three weeks in a row, he showed up at my door, and we ate lunch, talking about everything from politics to ancient history, though he remained cagey on details. I thought about it a lot in between visits, wondering if he had trust issues, trying to keep my thoughts away from darker truths he could be hiding.

When the week after his last visit rolled by and he didn’t show up again, I started to worry. He hadn’t left a number or even an address, and though he hadn’t come out and said it, I knew his job was a dangerous one. A week turned into ten days, and I was already at the point of imagining all sorts, wondering if it was better he never showed again considering how attached I’d become in such a short amount of time.

Thirteen days after we had lunch, he finally showed up, knocking on the door when I was watching movies on the couch. I wasn’t prepared for the relief I felt when I saw him, or the way I threw myself at him to hug him.

He was hurt. There was no missing the way he was holding his arm against his side, or the wince when I finally pulled away to look up at him. “I-I was worried,” I stuttered, a little embarrassed by my reaction. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m okay, I promise,” he murmured, giving me a half-smile that was slightly less than reassuring. “May I come in?”

I stepped back, opening my home to him again. He stepped in awkwardly, leaning heavily on his right side. “What happened?”

He sighed, and I shut the door, keeping a good distance between us. “I want to tell you the truth,” he finally said, “but I don’t wanna scare you, and I don’t want to lie to you either. All I can say is that there are things out there you wouldn’t believe and it’s my job to deal with them.”

My mind raced, piecing together everything he’d told me, unsure what was true and what wasn’t. I wanted to know everything, but it didn’t feel like Sam was about to tell me anything more than what I needed to know. Remaining by the door, I watched him for a moment, chewing the inside of my cheek.

“Need to know?” I asked hesitantly.

He nodded. “I promise, if you need to know anything… I won’t lie to you.”

Clasping my hands in front of me, I exhaled with a slow nod. “Okay.” I needed something else to focus on. “Lunch?”

Confusion landed on his features. “That’s it?”

“What’s it?”

“Most people don’t let something go like that.”

I smiled. “I’m not most people, remember? I trust you. If you wanted to murder me in my sleep, you would have done it already. If you tell me that I don’t need to know some things, then I can accept that.” He still looked confused, so I stepped towards him, attempting to redirect his attention. “So do you want lunch or not?”

This time when he left, I made him leave a number and an email, seeing as my cell didn’t always get texts through. I sent an email just to test it, getting an answer back within the hour, and from there we didn’t stop. Each ping on my laptop made me giddy, and I should have been at least mildly disgusted by the way I swooned over every message, but I wasn’t.

Sam was nothing like any Alpha I’d ever met. Around him I felt something like a belonging, always surrounded by that safe, calming feeling his scent gave me. There was no pressure for anything more, and that was beginning to make me want more.

Summer came and went. Sam’s visits weren’t always weekly; occasionally his job would take him too far away to return in time, though it was never that long between lunches. He never stayed the night, and never more than a few hours, which made it far easier to schedule his visits around my heats. I was nervous about whatever the next step was, but happier than I’d ever been to just roll with it.

Sometime in late September, he stopped answering my emails. His phone went straight to voicemail, and after a week had passed with no contact, I started to worry. I called the other number he’d given me, belonging to Dean, and when that had no answer, I turned to the internet.

I was not expecting what I found. I’d never Googled anyone before - never seen the need - so when the search engine dragged up more than a dozen pages about “Sam Winchester”, I was shocked to see several of them were for old arrest warrants, and two were reports of his alleged death. Reading through each one, I quickly fell into a rabbit hole, and when I found a set of books called “Supernatural” under one of the results, I couldn’t help but take a peek.

It was three am before I stopped. My mind was overloaded with information, fictional or not, I didn’t know, but I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t sleep, though it wasn’t entirely down to what I’d found; my concern for Sam’s wellbeing was beginning to outweigh that.

Four days later, I still hadn’t heard anything, and my heat was starting. I left one last voicemail on his cell, asking him to email me, then hid myself away in my comfiest pajamas to suffer through the next few days.

I only managed a few hours of sleep before there was a loud knock on the door of the cabin. Groggy and sweating like I’d run a marathon, I stumbled out of my room, not even guessing who could have been calling. It was still light out, and I squinted in the bright sunshine as I reached for the front door, opening it slowly.

Sam was on the other side. His face was bruised, and a bloody gash sat across the bridge of his nose. I stared up at him, confused by his appearance, disorientated by the flood of hormones in my system. “Sam?”

“Y/N,” he murmured, sounding relieved.

“What happened to you?” I croaked, clinging to the door for support. “You stopped answering - didn’t you get my voicemail?”

“I did,” he replied, “but my laptop’s busted and I was worried - you sounded, uh,” he scented the air, eyes widening and pupils dilating, “shit. You’re in heat.”

“Getting there anyway,” I muttered, shivering in my pajamas. They were beginning to get itchy, too much fabric on my skin. This part of my cycle was the worst, I hated things touching me, feeling too hot when they did. “It’s probably n-not -” My stomach twisted, and I yelped, letting go of the door to clutch my middle.

Sam’s hand brushed my shoulder. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” I gasped, shaking my head as his scent filled my nose. My whole body was vibrating towards him, and when the back of his hand pressed against my forehead, I practically cooed, leaning into the touch.

“You’re really warm.”

I sucked in a breath through my mouth, trying not to grab his hand when he pulled away. “Standard symptoms.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

My jaw dropped, but no sound came out, because I didn’t have an answer for him. I knew the smart thing was to send him away, let him come back when I was done with my heat. Letting him stay, letting him in, would only lead to one thing.

It was getting harder to remember why that was a bad thing.

“Y/N?”

Sam was staring at me, the expression on his face almost identical to one of his wanted posters. I remembered what I’d found, and it was enough to let the discomfort fade for just a second. “I need to know something,” I said softly, trying to stand a little straighter. “When you didn’t answer, I wanted to check you, uh, weren’t dead or anything. So I Googled you.”

The color drained from his face in a manner that would have been almost comical if I hadn’t read what I read online. He swallowed hard, opening and closing his mouth as he obviously attempted to say something. “Wh-what did you find?”

“A lot of weird shit,” I laughed, because it had been fucking weird. I hadn’t even read all of the Supernatural books - a chat forum had led me from those to apparent real life witness accounts that placed Sam and his brother in the vicinity of all sorts of crazy.

“Can you be specific?”

He looked so serious. I tilted my head, curious now about what he hadn’t wanted to lie to me about. “I found police reports, arrest warrants. Death certificates,” I told him. “And I found a lot of people who said you saved them.” Sam nodded, breaking eye contact, looking at the floor. “I also found these books -”

A groan left him. “Oh god, no -”

“Oh my god.” His gaze lifted to meet mine at my soft exclamation. “It’s all true, isn’t it? Everything in those books, online…”

He attempted a smile. “I said I never wanted to lie to you.”

“I’m not asking you to,” I snapped. “I spent the whole night reading about demons, angels, vampires, and an Alpha who can come back from the dead. They had autopsy reports on you, Sam! You’re like an urban legend.”

His shoulders sagged. “I’m a hunter.”

“Yeah, the books covered that.” I folded my arms across my chest. “Sounds like a lonely life.”

He chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets again. “Sometimes. I got my brother.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” I confessed quietly. “I… I never needed an Alpha, you know? But now…”

“Now what?”

I met his gaze, smiling with a tiny shrug. “Now I kinda want one.”

“Just “one”?” he teased.

“You,” I confirmed shyly. “But I need to know some things first. It’s a little late for lunch. Dinner?”

“Only if you let me cook,” he accepted. “You can supervise from the couch.”

Sam was a good cook, I had to admit, even with my limited selection of foods. While we ate, I asked questions, mostly about the things I’d read online, and he was honest with me, opening my eyes to even more truths I’d been missing about the world. It was scary, thinking about the stuff he faced out there, but it made sense now I knew him; he was a hero, though he obviously didn’t think as highly of himself.

Eventually, I knew we had to discuss the matter at hand. My scent was getting thicker with every passing minute, and Sam’s was beginning to mingle with it. I knew when I let him in that it was unlikely he’d leave without the inevitable happening between us, but I wasn’t afraid of it.

When we were done eating, he cleaned up, even doing the dishes as I remained on the couch, watching him with one arm slung over the back. He worked quietly and quickly, and I couldn’t help admiring his rear profile. My mind easily wandered, and my body responded to my filthy thoughts.

Sam was almost done when he smelled it. His whole body went rigid, and I heard him sniff lightly. Sinking down into the cushions, I bit my lip just to stop myself from whining needily. I wasn’t surprised by strong heats these days - getting older without a mate naturally made it worse - but the force of the arousal I was feeling right then was nothing like I’d felt before.

I heard the sink drain, and then Sam’s footsteps came towards me. He cast a shadow over the couch, and I looked up at him, resisting the urge to reach up and grab him.

“It’s getting worse?” he asked, voice a little thick.

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you want me to go?”

If I asked him to, I believed he would. But I didn’t want him to. “No,” I stuttered.

He exhaled softly, walking around the couch to where my feet rested on the cushions. Lifting them by my ankles, he sat down, placing them on his lap before looking at me again. “We should really have a conversation about this,” he muttered, stroking his thumb over my bare ankle. I was certain such a simple touch shouldn’t have set my pussy on fire but I’d been certain of a lot of things that turned out to be wrong. “I nearly had an Omega before.” The confession made me freeze. “Her name was Jess.”

I was almost afraid to ask. “Wh-what happened to her?”

“She died. A long time ago. I never marked her… never got that far.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, lost for anything else I could say. I had very little experience with grief, something I was grateful for. “What was she like?”

Sam smiled. “She was beautiful. Smart. Funny. Confident.” He sighed, locking his eyes on mine. “She died because of me, because of the life I lived.” His thumb stopped, and I swallowed nervously. “I want you, Y/N. I want you so bad that I dream about it. But I’m scared - terrified - that I could lead something here, to you, and if anything happened to you -”

I shook my head, sitting up a little more, effectively snatching my feet out of his lap. “I can protect myself,” I reminded him.

“Not against demons,” he argued. “Not against angels, o-or vampires -”

“Then show me how.”

His eyes widened. “Y/N, this life is dangerous. I couldn’t drag you into it.”

“You’re not dragging me anywhere,” I replied, smirking at him. “This is my home, Sam. I like my independence. I don’t expect you to look after me.”

“Alphas are supposed to protect their Omegas,” he whispered.

I snorted unattractively. “Yes, and when that was relevant, Omegas couldn’t hold land or vote.”

He frowned. “Okay, point taken,” he conceded. “But that doesn’t mean I should leave you out here where you’re so isolated, anything could happen -”

“Newsflash,” I interrupted. “Anything can happen anytime. If I learn what to look out for, learn how to lay the, the -” Clicking my fingers, I tried to remember the word he’d used when he was describing their home.

“Warding,” he provided.

“Learn how to lay the warding… me staying here is no different to me staying at your bunker while you drive across the country.” I screwed up my face at the thought of so much time in a car. “And that doesn’t sound appealing either.” Looking over at the window, I noticed how dark it was. “Wow, it got late. Won’t, uh, won’t Dean be here to pick you up soon?”

Sam shrugged. “He booked a room at the Motel 6 near Walmart. Told me to call him whenever I was ready. I didn’t know you were gonna be…” He gestured towards me, and I smiled a little. “How are you feeling now?”

“Tired,” I yawned, resting my head on the back of the couch.

“Do you have a tv in your room?”

“I have a laptop.”

He chuckled. “That’ll do, I guess. I saw a bag of chocolate pretzels in the cupboard. You wanna take them in the bedroom and fall asleep to Lord Of The Rings?”

I grinned at him goofily. “You really are perfect.”

Whatever I was expecting from an Alpha in the bedroom, it wasn’t my favorite movies and snacks. Sam even kept his pants on, removing his upper layers and his boots, and he didn’t complain when I stole most of the blankets. He didn’t crowd my space either, even though it would have been difficult in my comfortably large bed. I curled up on my preferred side where I could comfortably see the screen at the bottom of the bed, and he kept to the other, though the distance did nothing to stop his scent from creeping over.

I fell asleep halfway through the Fellowship Of The Ring. It wasn’t unusual for the first day or two of my heat to leave me exhausted, just like it wasn’t unusual for me to be easily aroused, but having an Alpha nearby was making that an almost permanent state. My dreams reflected that need, and when I woke, the orcs were taking Merry and Pippin to Isengard, and I had soaked through my pajama bottoms.

I didn’t even think before I started to strip down, kicking off anything that touched my sensitive skin, and completely forgetting about the Alpha in my vicinity. His scent flared as I moved, and I froze halfway through dragging my shirt over my heart, meeting Sam’s slightly panicked gaze.

“Shit,” I blurted out. “I forgot you were here.”

He smiled, a nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth. “You shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable on my account,” he stuttered.

There was nothing to be done about my lower half, though my panties still covered most of my dignity, despite how wet they were. I could smell myself, and wondered what it was doing to Sam - it took pretty much all my willpower not to look at his crotch as I tugged my tee back down over my sports bra. “I just get really hot,” I mumbled, fixing my eyes on the tv screen again.

Sam chuckled again, shifting on the bed. “No need to explain,” he promised, gesturing to the laptop screen. “I started the next one. You seemed kinda out of it.”

I really hoped I wasn’t making noises. The thought of it made my insides twist with embarrassment. “Sorry.”

He smiled as he shook his head. “Seriously. I get it. I’ve had a rut or two. Dealing with that on a monthly basis must suck.”

“It turns into routine after a few years,” I shrugged, finding it difficult to find a comfortable position now I was awake. “I’ve had worse. Maybe you being here is helping.” Lifting my head, I looked at him again, surprised to find a soft frown on his face. “You know, your scent.”

“Makes sense.”

The movie was easily forgotten now I had looked at him again. I wanted to kiss him, to feel his lips against mine. There was only a few inches between us; it would be so easy just to lean in -

“You okay?”

His concerned voice seemed to jolt me out of a trance I hadn’t realized I was in. Caught staring, I grinned dopily, then moved to find a more comfortable position, narrowing the space between us. “Can’t get comfortable,” I complained, hearing his low chuckle in reply.

“Maybe I can help with that,” he offered, shifting on the pillows until he was propped against the headboard, one arm stretched out and just welcoming me into the curve of his body. I sat up, looking at him hesitantly with my bottom lip caught between my teeth. He flicked his hand, then nodded at the space. “If my scent’s helping…” he trailed off, obviously assuming I hadn’t understood.

But I had. This felt like a point of no return.

He jerked his chin up, but before he could say anything, I moved, carefully laying up against him, my head on his chest and my overheating body next to his. His arm dropped from above me, settling around my shoulders as a comfortable weight, almost familiar like it belonged there. I inhaled, tasting his scent on my tongue, letting it imprint in my mind.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

It was difficult to concentrate on the movie when he was so warm right next to me. I was sure my knees were shaking, and I couldn’t keep my feet still. Sam’s hand dropped down after a while, his fingers stroking the bare skin below my sleeve, and it was sending shivers down my spine on every brush. My mind wandered, thinking about touching him back; my hand twitched with the urge to slide over the front of his jeans, and I could feel my heart racing.

He must have been able to smell it. It felt like there would be a wet patch underneath me if I moved.

“Y/N?”

I lifted my head to look up at him, freezing as soon as I realized how close my face was to his. “Yeah?” My voice came out raspy, so I cleared my throat as gently as I could. “Yes?”

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, cupping my cheek with one huge hand. His long fingers caught in my hair, and his palm was so warm against my cheek, I couldn’t resist the impulse to lean into it. “‘Mega.”

I’d never been called by that title with such desperation. I tipped my head back as he lowered his mouth to mine, and the kiss was just as thrilling as I expected. My heart pounded in my chest, and when he swept his tongue against my lips, I parted them, meeting him halfway as the kiss got deeper. The angle of my body was putting a strain on my muscles but I ignored it in favor of the taste of my Alpha, grabbing his shirt when I pulled away to snatch a breath.

“Is this okay?” he asked, nuzzling into me.

A stupid grin pulled at my face. “Yeah.”

He kissed me again, and this time, I had a little more bravado, cupping him through his jeans. He was already hard, thick under my palm, and when I squeezed him, he moaned into my mouth, thrusting his hips a little.

“Take the pants off,” I whispered, though I hated the thought of him pulling away. With a nod, he moved, so I took the opportunity to remove my t-shirt, tossing it in the general direction of the laundry basket. He was only halfway out of his jeans, shimmying them down his long legs, and I swallowed when I caught sight of the tent in his boxers. He stripped his shirt off too, and then returned to where he’d been, meeting my gaze almost shyly.

How could he be shy looking like that?

My mouth felt dry as I drank him in, noticing the black tattoo on his chest. Without thinking I reached out to brush my fingers against it, recognizing the design from things I’d seen online.

“It protects me from demon possession,” he explained hesitantly, like the information would scare me.

I should have been scared. But it was easier to shove what I’d learned aside to deal with it later, when there weren’t other, more pressing issues. When I pulled my hand back, he caught it, tugging me closer to kiss me again, and I let him sweep me away. I could barely separate my scent from his now, and I was yearning for more of him.

“Take this off,” he grunted, plucking at the elastic of my tatty bra. I didn’t stop to think, hauling the damn thing off and throwing it, uncaring where it landed. Sam’s hands were instantly on my bare tits, cupping and squeezing them, all the while demanding my attention with hungry kisses that left me breathless and dizzy.

We were horizontal now, and I could feel his erection poking into me through the damp cotton of his boxers. My instinct was to grind against him, and I went with it, drunk on arousal now, unable to think beyond having his bare skin on mine. I felt hot all over, and his touch was scorching, but I was craving it.

One big hand snaked around my hip, dragging me harder against him, and I shifted, lifting my leg to drape it over him, allowing his cock to rub right against my covered sex. He groaned, breaking the kiss to look at me with a lidded gaze, and I realized he was panting.

“If you want me to stop -” he started, but I cut him off, pressing one finger against his swollen lips.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “I don’t.”

He moaned, kissing me again, and the hand on my hip wandered down, long fingers stroking me through my panties. I whimpered, desperate for friction, desperate for anything, and that only made him touch me with more force. He rubbed along my pussy, pulling back to watch my face, and I knew what he wanted. A second later, my hips jerked, and I felt my face scrunch up at the sudden burst of pleasure where his fingertip had found my clit. He smiled, finding it easily this time, watching my expression dissolve as he rubbed the tiny bundle of nerves.

I shuddered in the cage of his arms, pinned against him. The stimulation was simultaneously too much and not enough - I wanted him inside me but it felt too good to stop him. I dug my nails into his shoulder, rocking my hips to expose myself a little more, and the plea for him to let me cum lingered on my lips. Sam seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and I couldn’t hope to stop the waves of pleasure that made my whole body tremble. The orgasm soaked through my panties, and my Alpha hummed as he felt the damp on his fingers.

His fingers moved, tugging my panties to the side, and I gasped as he circled my hole, teasing me by dipping into it. He was still watching me, biting his bottom lip as he sank the single digit in, stroking me from the inside. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, fucking his finger into me. “You’re not -”

“No,” I hummed, shaking my head. “But it’s been a long time.”

He smiled at that, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I’ll be your last.”

My mind automatically provided a witty comment to his cheesy statement but it never made it out of my mouth. A second finger penetrated me, and I crumbled, clinging to him as I adjusted to the new stretch, biting back a cry as he worked both digits in and out, letting my pussy coat them. I could hear how wet I was, and on the coattails of my first climax, I was ready to skip the prep and let him take me.

“Sam -”

“Sssh, not yet,” he murmured. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

I nodded, too afraid to speak in case I cried out. Every nerve in my body felt raw, like an electric current was running through me, and it felt so good, I was scared to lose control. Sam hummed, pulling his fingers out, and I instantly rolled onto my back, only to find my panties stripped down, and his fingers at my sex again, pushing my thighs apart. With more space, he pushed his fingers inside me again; I cried out, spreading my legs as he lowered his mouth to my breasts.

Between his fingers fucking me open and his tongue tormenting my aching nipples, I couldn’t focus. My heart thundered, and I couldn’t seem to breathe fast enough, twisting my hands in the sheets underneath me just to try and ground myself. I wanted to cum again, but letting it happen felt impossible.

“Cum for me again,” Sam urged, abandoning my tits to nuzzle at my cheek, “just once more, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I nodded, replaying his words over and over. His fingers twisted inside me, calloused pads dragging against my inner walls, and then his thumb brushed my clit, making me jerk in surprise. He chuckled, nose bumping against my jaw.

“Just let go,” he purred.

It was too much. I held my breath, biting my lip so hard it hurt, but it didn’t overwhelm the pleasure as I started to cum. Sam kept talking but it was far away and I was spinning, unable to process anything except the thick fingers inside me, my cunt clenching around them.

My head hit the pillow, and he withdrew, wiping his hand on his boxers. I kept my eyes closed, trying to calm my breathing - in through the nose, out through the mouth - but I could feel him beside me, feel his breath on my shoulder. “You okay?” he asked.

“You ask that a lot,” I mumbled, cracking one eye to look at him, then opening both. “I’m very good.”

He grinned. “Do you have anything in mind for what happens next?” I shrugged, because I hadn’t given it much thought beyond wanting his cock inside me. “Like… condom?”

“Oh.” Lifting up onto my elbows, I pouted. “I don’t have any but I’m on birth control.”

“I think I have one -” He made to move but I grabbed him to stop him.

“Don’t,” I whispered, shaking my head. “It’s okay, I trust you.” We were close again now, and I didn’t fight the urge to kiss him, pulling him as close as I could get. His boxers still covered him, so I dropped my hand, eager to get rid of them. My fingers slipped under the waistband easily, and I gasped when I wrapped my hand around him, a thrill running through me at how thick he was. He moaned at my touch, rutting into my hand lightly. “I just want you inside me,” I murmured, a bolder with the heat running through my veins.

Sam nodded, taking charge, pushing my hand away so he could remove his boxers. He coaxed me back until I was underneath him, his knees between mine, kissing me to distract me from the weight of his cock against my thigh. “I’m gonna knot you,” he warned quietly. I whimpered. “I’m gonna leave my mark here,” he added, dropping his head to nip at the column of my throat.

He was leaving room for any protest I might have had but I didn’t have one. I spread my legs willingly, watching hungrily as he got onto his knees and fisted his cock, thumbing the tip through my folds. He moved slowly, penetrating me with an agonizing pace, leaving me breathless with the stretch as he rocked into me.

“Fuck,” he gasped, finally burying himself, slumping forward to catch his weight on his hands either side of me. I met him in a kiss, wrapping my legs around him, wanting him as deep as possible, unwilling to ever let go of the blissful feeling of having him like this. There didn’t appear to be any rush on his part either, as he kept kissing me, his weight pinning me down.

The initial intensity faded, and he moved first, shallow thrusts to start. I yelped when he threw in a hard stroke, his cock hitting a point of intolerable ecstasy inside me; he grabbed my hip with one hand and shifted all his weight onto the other, picking up a harder pace. My body was accommodating him, and I could feel how wet I was as he started to withdraw a little further, slamming in a little harder.

I cried out, digging my nails into his shoulder, and he responded by burying his face in my throat, biting at the spot he’d marked earlier. Nipping became harder bites, and I slid my hand through his thick hair, inciting him further as I started to cum. My pussy clenched around him, and I felt his knot at the base - the thought of how he’d fill me was arousing enough that it spurred on my orgasm. Instinct led my nose to his throat, but I wasn’t expecting the next urge.

I wanted to mark him first.

Biting softly, I tested his reaction. His grip on me tightened, and his teeth at my throat got a little harder. I moaned, struggling to keep my mind on one track, clinging to him as he fucked me harder.

“Do it,” he grunted, right in my ear.

His knot was swelling. He was close. I shuddered, biting a little harder, almost scared to hurt him. He groaned and his knot popped, forced inside me with a hard thrust. My teeth sank through his skin, and as I tasted his blood, I started to cum again, feeling him bite me back as he filled me to the brim.

I needed to breathe. Releasing his throat, I pulled my head up and he released me, lifting onto his arms to look down at me. There was blood on his lips - mine - and I could still taste his on my tongue. He leaned down, kissing me softly, still rutting his hips though he couldn’t move far.

The movie hadn’t finished. The battle for Helm’s Deep had just begun, and I giggled when I realized the laptop was slightly further towards the end of the bed. Sam followed my line of sight, smirking when he noticed.

“We can restart it when we can, uh… move,” he suggested.

I giggled. “Maybe a different position next time?”

Several years later…

I had been anxious since I woke up. The mountains were clouded, thick fog filling the air, and it resembled my mood. Sam was supposed to be home today. It was the last time.

We’d made it work over the years. He was dedicated to something he couldn’t skip out on, and something I wasn’t keen on being a part of. I didn’t hide from the truth, but I also didn’t have the physical strength to slap a machete through someone’s neck because I wasn’t a hero. Sam detested the term, but it was what he was.

I’d nearly lost him half-a-dozen times. Angels, demons, gods, monsters, all of those things tried to take him from me. But every time, he’d walk away, and he’d come back, spending a night or two before another case pulled him from the cabin and back onto the road.

Things were different now. They’d been different since Sam and his brother defeated God himself, but that had only been the beginning of the change. Now, Sam had no call to the road. His brother was dead, laid to rest, and I was waiting for him.

The clouds started to clear in the afternoon, and I went for a nap, exhausted easily by the life growing inside me. A boy, or so Dr. Wentworth in Harperville tells me. All I could tell you was that the next four weeks couldn’t come quick enough.

I was woken by the sound of an engine, rumbling towards the house. My eagerness to see Sam made me move a little quicker than usual, and by the time I was out the front door, he was climbing out of the Impala, pausing with one hand on the roof as he gazed down at the driver’s side. I stopped on the porch, watching him, feeling the ache for his grief. He missed Dean. But he was honoring him now.

“Hey,” I called softly, waving to him, and he looked up as if he had only just noticed me, smiling. He closed the driver’s side door, opening the back for Miracle to jump out. The dog yapped, running up to the house, past me and inside, probably finding her bed after the long drive. Sam followed her, stopped at the step below me, smiling brightly. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “All locked up. Felt weird. It was home for so long…”

I knew he would miss the bunker but this was the start of something new. “This is your home, Sam,” I whispered softly. “It was just waiting for you.”

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stiltonbasket · 3 months

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borrower au wwx is making spicy soup for the family? he has a bunch of spices and some fish scraps from MianMian's shopping trip.

It's A-Yu's first introduction to spicy food! Wei Wuxian uses the soup to make baby-friendly congee with one (1) grain of rice. 🥺

#asks #borrower au

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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because YOU won't stop gushing about dad Minho 😭😭😭 my baby fever is at an all time high thanks to you!

(not complaining tho please keep the hcs coming 👀 they're so adorable)

please i can’t stop thinking about dad minho and all the ways he’d be the best parent ever.

also mr. loves camping would be soooooooooo domestic on a family camping trip!!!!! as soon as she’s old enough to enjoy the outdoors safely he’d plan a whole weekend away. get her a tiny sleeping bag and have her sit with him while he fishes (she’d want to fish with him so he’ll get her a smaller rod she can easily control) and if she catches something he’ll jump right up to help her reel it in and be so so happy with her first catch!!! she’d be his little helper as well when he builds the fire and when he makes some nice tea and she’ll hold the mug carefully with both hands and “go give that to mummy please. and don’t forget to give her a kiss from me too!” she’ll make a grossed out face but will still give you a sweet kiss after she hands you your tea :’)

will get the three of you matching hats for when you’re walking on the family friendly trail but don’t you dare show anyone the pictures of that or minho will deny the authenticity of such footage. if baby gets tired of walking he’d give her a piggyback even if it’s all the way down the trail but will “complain” and demand she entertains him with her stories as payment for carrying her. another thing she copies him on is his story telling skills and how engaging it is so minho is thoroughly into it and enjoys her chattering in his ear. she isn’t heavy to him bc minho always uses her weight when he works out so he knows he’ll always be able to carry her if she needed him to.

will also sneak off with her while you’re showering to go find nice flowers and make a bouquet for you as a surprise. she gets so excited to give you the gift they both made but then makes the loudest gagging noises when you kiss minho as a thank you. you give her all the kisses too and she snuggles into you. and bc she’s minho’s daughter she denies that it was her idea to begin with, brushing it off with “daddy picked most of the flowers”.

i’m sorry i have no one to blame but myself rn 😭

#ask #anon #minho thoughts #soft thoughts

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thehistoriangirl · 9 months

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The Tides Have Veiled [First Interlude]

What's this? Another update? So quickly? Well, this is a peculiar one. Bear with me 👉👈 it'll make sense soon enough.

Viktor x Fem!Reader------Gothic AU/Spooky Sea AU-----1.8K----SFW

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Synopsis: Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say.

Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts.

Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.

Chapter Summary: At the beginning, there was the keeper that built the beacon...

Taglist: @local-mr-frog @lunar-monster @bittercyder

This house forgets too quickly to your liking.

Green wallpaper changed into a boring white one, golden portraits of a broken family burned down in a makeshift fire outside the entrance, there where the smoke could fill your eyes with tears.

The clothes your mother used to wear, loose skirts and puffy sleeves to avoid much friction against her sensible skin burned all the same. Acrid smoke replaced the salty, yet sweet cadence of her essence.

Part of you hoped the same would occur to you, as you’re the last thing of your mother that is left. Even if it’s an amorph, broken shadow, one that would have probably horrified her.

Not belonging there, but neither here.

A voice calls you from the relucent kitchen, pulling you out of the whirlpool of thoughts you'd been growing used to having ever since she came. Ever since she came and your mother left.

You don't feel your numb fingers from knitting all evening, but you have no choice, as there won’t be any trip to the city to buy clothes this year. Autumn is approaching, the days getting shorter as the wind picks up speed, wishing to take parts of the pitched roof as a souvenir to the end of the world.

Lady Luna Stell appears in your vision, and you can see her long fingers getting bruised and dried with the new chores of housekeeping. She hands you a rusty plater with lemon juice on a pitcher and a single, empty glass.

“Go to the lighthouse and give this to the keeper,” she says, cleaning herself into her stained apron. You stay there, frozen, a lump of fear settled in your stomach.

I can’t go, it’ll call me.

It always does.

The incessant, ruthless sway of the waves crashing against the rocks, echoed in the abyss of the cliff. They call you, and it breaks your heart to ignore them.

“What are you waiting for?” Luna says the disgust dripping from her voice makes you jump on your place, the lemon juice almost flowing over the pitcher’s rim. She scowls down at you. “I swear you’re a useless girl. At least you’re pretty enough to fool a man. You must consider yourself lucky.”

Luna knows the reason behind the strange aura surrounding you like a heavy cloak; the way the midwives first cooed happily at you while a baby, now growing with eeriness and a sense of doubt as you turn into an adult.

You look too much like her—like the madwoman who jumped off the cliff.

You turn away from her scrutiny, leaving behind the house that smells like overcooked meat and salty soup that nobody could eat at lunchtime. Perhaps another reason why Luna seems to be so on edge.

Or maybe the reason lies behind another destroyed fishing boat. All left behind with catch rotting in the sun and nobody on board. The words of your father, and you can only trust them, for you are forbidden to go near the sea.

The sky is clear today, a friendly breeze moving your hair against your face, the echo of your worn-out shoes against the rock, still uneven in the steps, still rough without the caress of feet going up and down, morphing it against its natural state to become it human-made.

You look up at the elongated shadow the lighthouse’s tower cast on it, like a giant that momentarily can hide the sun beneath white cement rock, so vibrant against the bright sunlight that its form is glued to behind your eyelids when you blink away.

The gate is open, the odor of oil painting stuck in your nostrils as you slip inside, looking at the tender garden starting to grow in crooked sprouts someone must attach little sticks to the stems to make them grow upward.

Not someone, but the keeper.

A black mouth welcomes you against the green and white of the gate, and you peek through it, looking neatly inside the lighthouse's ground floor.

Newly wallpaper in blue with wildflowers printed on it covering every wall—the same wallpaper your house used to be before becoming white and geometric; the old furniture all moved here. The squeaky chair you used to read fairytales in, the mattress your mother used to tuck all the way against the window to let the marine breeze in, even in winter.

In this space, everything is as it was used to; time stopping in the round walls of the tower, stopping it from slipping through the door as the only way from here is upward.

“Hello?” you say, your voice climbing the stairs before you are resolute to do it. Polished stairs made of red cedar support each of your feet without noisy complaints; the rail is thick enough to let your mind dare to see down once you're midway toward the beacon’s room.

“Hi?” you ask again, not without feeling stupid now that you are up here. A layer of sweat covering your face, sticky lemon juice falling all over the pitcher.

You’re almost expecting another earful from the keeper once he got to take the messy tray when you hear a grunt, the sound of a metallic object slipping, ricocheting over the wood to lay at your feet.

A golden gear the size of a lemon.

You observe the way it makes the sunlight reflect on the smooth surface, before rising your view to see where you could let the tray and pick up the gear.

The lighthouse keeper, however, is faster.

He stands up from his seated position against the beacon’s power wiring, and now it’s his time for the sun to frame him.

Honey-like eyes widen in surprise to see you standing there, some stains of oil against his pale skin that go down his arms that the rolled-up sleeves cannot cover. It could be the orangey hues of the upcoming dusk, but you can almost see his hair becoming aflame with the light pooling from the wide windows of this room that seems to be suspended in the air.

“Um, hi,” you hear yourself saying, cringing at the sound of your shaky voice resonating around the still space. “Hello. My moth… Mrs. Stell told me to bring you this,” you say, rising the plater slightly. “Where can I put it?”

There are no tables in the room.

From next to him, he retrieves a cane, his stance elegant as he walks toward you.

He’s much younger than you first thought he would be. Maybe a couple of years older than you, but no more than that. What is he doing here as a lightkeeper? You could almost picture him in a fancy suit in one of the so-many parties Luna and your father wanted to drag Adara and you.

For some childish reason, you feel your heart picking up a step as he stops close to you, so much so you can see the two tiny moles adorning his sculpted face; one under his left eye and over the right side of his lips.

Staring is rude, you chastise yourself.

The man points to the closed door behind him. “Good evening, Miss. You can leave it inside there,” he answers, his voice soft and with a cadence you’re sure people can hear once and then remember forever. “The door’s unlocked.”

He kneels carefully, and you can’t stop your eyes from following the movement. A hand grasping the cane as the other picks up the missing gear. The man must have felt your gaze because, after a blink, his golden eyes are settled on you.

He looks almost amused, eyebrows quirked.

You move away, heels quickly following each other as you made your way toward the room. The control panel room, you quickly recognize. With a table filled with books and wrinkled notebooks; a sofa cluttered with papers of machines and cursive calligraphy that flows like water, so easily.

You put the tray on the table, hands piling the books nearby to push them further onto the surface. You also accommodate the stray papers aside, not wanting that your mess of lemon juice get on the pages.

When you emerge from the room, Viktor is waiting for you, playing with an oil-stained rag between his hands.

“I apologize for my rude manners,” he says, his cheeks slightly pink as he extends a hand toward you. “I was caught off guard. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, your fingers sticky from the juice and the sudden sweat that accompanies your frantic heartbeat.

He looks awkwardly from his hand to yours, which is tucked against your stomach.

“Eh,” he says with a wry smile. “I’m Viktor.”

Sheepishly, your fingers graze his palm. And if he finds the texture uncomfortable, you can't see the disgust in his eyes. His hands are slightly cold despite being in constant movement, and you can only hope a hole can open under your feet.

You barely squeeze his fingers, even when he does. Your voice comes out like a trembling breath when you tell him your name.

His eyes squint in amused half-moons when his smile deepens. He tilts his head after a moment, letting go of your hand.

The carefree gestures throw you off guard. He doesn’t know about you, about what people in town say about your mother—about yourself. A desperate part of you wants to know if he's just pretending to like you to keep his job.

For your credit, he doesn’t swipe his hand clean on his rag. Instead, he gestures to the beacon.

“I’m afraid I have to resume work, Miss,” he says, his cane thumping against the floor even when he doesn’t move away. “But thank you for the water. I will return the tray and the dishes tomorrow.”

“I can retrieve them myself,” you hear yourself saying. Because that way you can know if he’s willing to tolerate your presence. You signal to the stairs. “I think it’s enough effort to climb up and down those to make you climb the ones toward my house, too.”

Viktor chuckles. “You’re very considerate, Miss,” he says. Just as your mind is already conjugating the way he will avoid you, he adds: “In that case, you can pass around here at any time. I will be here all day.”

You see the amusement in his eyes, and there’s no way your lips don’t curve upward. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Viktor.”

You turn around, toward the stairs, in case your face can unveil how flustered you feel—a strange kind of hope. Perhaps there could be someone who could make you company. And who could be more willing, than a man desperate enough to take the lonely job of a lighthouse keeper?

#arcane viktor x reader #viktor arcane fanfic #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane x you #arcane viktor fanfic #arcane viktor x you #arcane x female reader

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squadrah · 10 months

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So you had two asks about La Squadra being toddlers, but what about them being old/older men? Maybe in their 40-50's or as senile old people. And my mind ain't exactly wondering there, but what do you think they'd be like as dilfs?

I managed to find an old post where I was asked what they would be like as old man: here it is! You also reminded me that I had once written about them as parents in general, and I could have sworn I published it, but I ended up finding it at last in my drafts, so I'll make sure to queue it after publishing this ask!

That just leaves the question at the end, ehe... I will try to do these from the perspective of a young adult, probably a friend of their child(ren), while they themselves are in their forties and fifties.

Risotto: His sheer size and deep voice are already enough to set the butterflies aflutter, so the way he wears sleeveless shirts and dirty overalls at home is almost too much. He is best observed in the garage where he enjoys quietly working with power tools, and nobody can look at his work table without imagining him sweeping off the clutter to make room for them instead...

Formaggio: He ages so gracefully he looks like he could still be in his thirties, but the way he cracks open a cold one while giving clever responses and showing at least basic knowledge of just about any topic introduced hints at decades of experience in a variety of areas. Whenever he playfully manhandles his spouse in the kitchen, guests cannot help but chug their own cold beverages in vain.

Prosciutto: Never seen without his signature dress shirts and crisp trousers, and when he's around, the temperature always drops enough that all unnecessarily noise and frolic dies down. Most agree they would not want to live with him as their father, the bar is just too high in that respect, but nobody would mind him in a hotel chair with a bourbon in his hand and ordering them to get to work...

Pesci: At first he seems nothing special, especially because he's not much respected by his children, but as soon as he easily lifts something that he ought to struggle with at his size, and tells you how much he think it weighs by touch, the magic begins, and those who have gone on fishing trips with him on the weekend and watched him reel in that big bass are now smitten for life.

Ghiaccio: Whenever you meet him, he's either preparing to go for a run or has just returned from it all sweaty and glistening, and no real decrease of stamina to show for it. Going to the gym with him is a rite of passage; he will explain every machine and challenge you to various feats of endurance. Spotting is obligatory, and many hit the showers afterwards in greater frustration than they began.

Melone: That one anon ask of "your dad looks gnc af" sums him up perfectly, he is so impeccably and unabashedly A Look and An Icon that all his various issues are easily buried in a tidal wave of gender envy and lust. His children are so confident and well-educated when it comes to sex that their friends can only imagine what a wealth of experience could be gained from the fountain head.

Illuso: He always lets his luscious long hair down at home, physically and metaphorically, and exudes such minor soap opera antagonist vibes that his heckling his children and spouse come off as almost entertaining, a good example of how much people forgive to a pretty face and a nice tall figure. He's not above teasing his guests either, and you will either hate him for it or want to kiss him.

Sorbet: He's not conventionally attractive and seems to love his plants more than his children, but he has a certain Addams Family aesthetic about him that carries his dry wit and odd ways perfectly, especially when he's trimming his bonsai or is outside gardening in the shade in special gloves and up to his neck in dirt. You are welcome to indulge his obscure opera obsession, but watch out.

Gelato: That one extremely friendly dad that claps you on the shoulder and shoves a drink into your hand as soon as (and even before) you hit drinking age, and is always two seconds away from hugging you and kissing you on both cheeks in a fit of camaraderie and general mirth. Watching him grill sausages and cook in a big outdoor cauldron permanently changes your brain chemistry.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original #this is probably my first day of feeling clear headed enough to answer asks again!#we'll see how it goes!

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leiawritesstories · 8 months

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PART THREE: MARCH (PART I)

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: swearing, friendly teasing, science mumbo jumbo, mentions of police, mentions of illegal activities, mentions of Cairn, Rowaelin being very attracted to each other, so much scheming

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A/N: Part 2 will be posted for Rowaelin Month day 16 ;)

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Aelin had been sitting in her car waiting for twenty-three minutes and eighteen seconds.

Granted, she had a book to keep her company, and she knew her darling cousin was not renowned for his punctuality, but over twenty minutes? That was long enough to ditch a first date. But they were family, and she hardly ever got to see him outside of their monthly lunches, so she turned another page in her novel and allowed the delay.

Ten seconds later, her phone vibrated.

>>I’m here. Bet you’ve already finished your food, sorry. The text was punctuated with a grimacing emoji.

<<Still outside, thought I’d be the bigger person and wait for you to dig yourself out of your mad scientist cave

A middle finger emoji was the response.

Smirking, Aelin got out of her car, locked it behind her, and strolled up to the tall blonde guy waiting in front of the restaurant, linking her arm through his. “There’s no need to be vulgar, Aedy.”

Aedion Ashryver snorted and pulled his cousin into a hug. “Hello must not be part of your vocabulary anymore, Miss CEO.”

“Nope!” Aelin winked. “Business empires aren’t built on platitudes.”

“You’re as impossible as ever.” He held the door open for her.

“I’m hungry, too.” She patted his arm in thanks. “And you are late.” She smiled at the hostess. “Hi, party of two for Ashryver?”

As they followed the hostess to a booth, Aedion poked Aelin in the side. “I really am sorry, work just…it got away from me. I didn’t realize the time until it was already ten after.”

She slid into her side of the booth and chuckled. “You’re such a mad scientist, Aedy.”

“Stop calling me that,” he grumbled.

“Never.” She flashed him an angelically innocent smile.

Their server returned a few minutes later to take their orders, and because it was later in the afternoon, the food was served quickly. Aelin sighed almost indecently as she bit into her sandwich, causing Aedion to roll his eyes.

“Really, Ae? Right in front of my fish tacos?”

“You made me wait almost twenty-five minutes, and I barely had breakfast,” she returned. Elegantly, she wiped her mouth and took a bite of the side salad.

Aedion raised his blonde brows in dramatic shock. “Am I tripping, or did my darling cousin voluntarily order something green and leafy?”

“Shut up,” Aelin shot back, gesturing at him with her fork. “I like salad.”

“Mhmm, you keep telling yourself that,” he drawled, not convinced in the slightest. “And pigs can fly.”

“If you put them on an airplane, they can.”

He sputtered a laugh. “Gods, I’ve missed you.”

Her mirthful grin softened into a genuine smile. “I’ve missed you too, Aed. You spend way too much time locked up in that lab of yours.” She wiggled her brows suggestively. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were doing something rather unsanitary.”

“You’re the worst,” he grumbled, a faint trace of pink staining his cheeks.

Aelin nearly dropped her fork. “Aedion Ashryver!” she whisper-shouted. “Are you getting railed in your lab?!”

“No!” he hissed. “What the hell?”

“It was a fair question, Mr. I’m-Definitely-Not-Blushing.”

“I keep forgetting that you’re so observant,” he mumbled. “No, Aelin, I’m not getting anything at my lab, except annoyed.”

“Hey, I’m a scientist too,” she teased. “And that’s too bad. Where’s your naughty reward for all your hours of hard work?”

“My reward is my fat paycheck,” he smirked.

She snorted. “Yeah, I bet working with Orynth PD does pay pretty nicely.”

His expression sombered. “Speaking of Orynth PD…”

“Do you have an update for me?” She sipped her water, mentally preparing herself for potential bad news.

“Yeah.” Aedion dragged his hand through his messy half-bun, tugging the hair tie free and idly weaving it around his fingers. “You remember when I told you PD had brought me a piece of evidence they’d found at the explosion site?” Aelin nodded. “Well, I’ve run every fucking test I can think of on it, and I’m still nowhere. Even particle analysis came up inconclusive. It’s…fuck, I’m about ready to chart it as ‘alien substance’ and tell PD it’s fuckin’ useless as evidence because there is no existing material even remotely close to it.” He huffed, exasperated but at the same time drawn to a problem he hadn’t yet solved.

“How long have you been running tests?”

“Since the end of January.” He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. “It’s March 9th, and gods, I haven’t got anything.”

Aelin pushed the last few leaves of her salad around on the plate, suddenly not hungry despite having half a sandwich left. “Um…”

He snapped his eyes to hers, the concentrated steel of his stare eerily similar to Gavriel’s commander face. “Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, what do you know about this fabric?” He pulled a small plastic bag from his sleeve. Inside the bag was a tiny scrap of black, tightly woven material that resembled layers and layers of fine, interlocking mesh, so closely stacked that they appeared almost seamless.

She inhaled, held the breath for exactly six seconds, exhaled, and met her cousin’s gaze head-on. “It’s mine.”

He swore under his breath. “What is it?”

“I…I can’t tell you that,” she whispered. Before he could demand why, she held up her hands in defense. “Because it’s in development, Aedion. There’s a very small quantity in existence, and only I have full access to it. This right here–” she indicated the scrap–“must have already been weakened, because all previous tests have pointed at the material being incredibly difficult to damage.”

“So…only you know what the material is?”

“Yes.”

“And you know that it’s currently in PD hands? That I’ll be arrested if it ‘goes missing?’”

“Yes.” She twisted the slender silver ring around her right middle finger, a visible sign of her nervousness. “I’m not asking you to return it.”

“Then what are you asking?”

Aelin pressed her lips into a thin, worried line. “I would ask you to give it back to me, but I won’t go that far.”

“So…”

“So…you can give it back to PD. Don’t explain it, though; just tell them whatever science-speak you nerds use to say ‘it’s too convoluted to figure out.’”

“Says the woman with a PhD in chemical engineering.”

“At least I can have normal conversations.”

“That’s what you think, young one.” He reached across the table and squeezed her hand, reassuring her. “I’ll tell PD that the stuff is made of a wildly tangled structure that might take years to unravel, and I know they don’t have that kind of time frame. I’ll tell them it’s an entirely foreign substance.” He flashed her a private little grin. “We’ll see how many knots that ties them into, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Her lips quirked up. “I really don’t deserve you, Aed.”

“Bullshit.” He nudged her plate back towards her. “Who else would buy you chocolate hazelnut cake as an apology for being twenty-five minutes late to lunch?”

“My favorite!” she exclaimed. “Does that mean we’re going to the bakery?”

“Of course it does.” He waved the server over, paid the check, and even carried Aelin’s box of leftovers for her as they left the restaurant. They walked about a block down the street to the charmingly rustic building that housed Aelin’s favorite bakery, where Aedion bought a massive slice of chocolate hazelnut cake, as promised.

She sighed happily as she tasted the decadent dessert. “This is incredible. Bury me with a box of chocolate hazelnut cake, okay?”

“Cake won’t make it to the afterlife,” Aedion deadpanned.

She smacked his arm. “We’ll see who’s laughing in the afterlife when I pull my whole box of cake out of the hellfire.”

“Hellfire,” he murmured, blowing out a long sigh. “If only that shit didn’t exist.”

She put away her cake, tucked both the bakery box and her restaurant box into the bakery bag, and linked her arm through his, leading them down to walk along the riverside path. “It’s one dangerous fucking explosive, for sure.”

“I’m pretty damn certain that’s what was used in the Wilkins lot explosion,” he admitted. “Hellfire. I’d know its chemical scent anywhere.”

“Yeah, it’s a unique one.” She shrugged. “What? I keep up with the research.”

“Naturally.” He chewed on his lower lip, working through what he wanted to tell her. “Something about it feels…wrong, though, and I don’t know how to describe it. I know it’s hellfire because the scent matches, but what the site looks like…” He trailed off.

“Is it different?” she inquired. “Less damaged? More damaged? Is there…” A tight, controlled breath. “Something worse about it?”

“Something worse.” Emotion–fear–flashed through his eyes. “Aelin, I’m about to tell you classified information. Promise me you’ll keep it to yourself.”

She pressed her palm to his. “I swear it.”

He braced himself, as if the information could collapse him. “The scorch marks left at the scene indicate both the burn pattern and rapidity, as you probably know.” She nodded. “Well, the marks at the Wilkins lot indicate a pace nearly twice as rapid as hellfire is known to have.”

Aelin gasped. “That’s…fuck.”

Aedion jerked his head in a tight nod. “Yeah.”

Nearly twice as rapid. Her mind reeled with recognition. The hellfire used to blow up the Wilkins lot back in January–the hellfire that her team had developed, that she had planted and detonated–burned nearly twice as fast as known hellfire did.

She’d accidentally created a compound that could incinerate a solid steel building in a matter of seconds.

“Hey.” Aedion’s voice yanked her out of her whirling thoughts. “It’s possible there was another substance involved, something that caused a freak reaction. With the damage done, though, it may not be possible to detect the presence of any other substances.” He fiddled with the strap of his watch. “Hellfire just…it shouldn’t react this way, and I don’t know what the hell to make of it.”

“Or what the hell you’re going to tell PD about it,” she added.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I can’t put them off forever, Ae.”

“Give them as much truth as you can, Aed.” Though quiet, her voice didn’t waver.

They’d nearly reached the lot where their cars were parked, and Aedion accompanied Aelin to her car, his protective tendencies in full force as always. “Are you certain?”

“Yes.” She squeezed his hands. “Don’t…don’t incriminate yourself, of course, and that might mean not mentioning me or my involvement. But be honest, as much as possible. Tell PD what you know about the fabric. Tell them your theory about the hellfire.”

He pulled her into a crushing hug. “Thank you,” he whispered, the words stealing whatever was left of her breath after his embrace stole the rest.

“Thank you,” she whispered back, “for not losing your shit at me.”

He chuckled softly. “I’d rather not risk the wrath of Orynth’s most ruthless CEO.”

She flashed him a half-grin as she climbed into her car. “Bye, Aeds. See you next month?”

“See you next month.”

She waved at him in the rearview mirror as she drove off.

“Good morning, Ms. Galathynius.” Ansel fell into step next to Aelin as she crossed the lobby. Judging from her formal address, she was in full lawyer mode. “Are you ready?”

“Always.” Aelin adjusted her loose hold on her work tote. “Tell me one time where I’ve gone into an important meeting completely unprepared; I’ll bet you can’t.”

The attorney scoffed. “Last Tuesday, the day after you took a half day off to make your cousin buy you cake, you walked into a negotiation with the Cortlands without having done a speck of research.”

“And I secured precisely the terms I needed to secure,” Aelin smirked. “That cake was my preemptive reward.”

“Mhmm, bet that’s what you tell yourself at night when you’re awake worrying over the possibility of one misspelled word in that contract.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you remember too much?”

“Do you think I listen to that crap?” Ansel’s grin was as wicked as her boss’s.

Aelin laughed. “This is why you’re my lawyer, Briarcliff.” She parted ways with her attorney as Ansel entered her own office. “I’ll call you if needed.”

“You better.” The redhead nudged her in the side. “Now go get your big bad CEO office all ready for the investigator.”

Aelin snickered and headed up to her office, where she moved her disorganized stacks of paperwork and notes to an empty drawer in her file cabinet and tidied up her desktop. She had a certain green-eyed special forces lieutenant to impress, after all. Best not to show a man who’d grown up in the military the chaos that her office typically was–it would probably give him heart failure. She pointed a small remote control at the walls of windows, raising all the blinds to let in the early-spring sunlight.

At precisely eleven-fourteen, her desk phone rang.

“Lieutenant Whitethorn is here, ma’am.” Her assistant’s voice was perfectly calm, as if she was announcing any other ordinary visitor.

“Send him in.”

The mahogany door swung smoothly opening, allowing Lieutenant Rowan Whitethorn to stroll into her office, casual confidence rolling off his six-foot-three frame.

“Lieutenant,” Aelin greeted him, rising from her desk to meet him halfway across the expansive space. “So good to see you again. You look much more comfortable in your everyday clothes.” That was the mildest possible version of the truth. His collared black shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up and expertly fitted black slacks–just formal enough for a meeting, just casual enough for comfort–paired with the badge affixed to his sleeve and the faint outline of a bulletproof vest beneath his shirt made Aelin want to forget about the meeting and climb that man like a tree.

He cracked a hint of a grin. “Tuxedos aren’t exactly my favorite attire, for sure.” His warm hand closed around hers, his handshake firm and confident. “Thank you for scheduling this meeting with so little notice.”

She dipped her head. “It’s the least I can do, Rowan. I know how important this…issue is.” Rather than lead him towards her desk, she moved back towards the door. “Shall we chat somewhere less imposing? I’d like to think that we’re past all the unnecessary formality.” Since we kissed and everything.

“I’d like that.” His presence was a solid, steady warmth behind her as he followed her to a small conference room just down the hall.

“This is probably my favorite meeting room,” she admitted as she held open the door for him. “It’s essentially the office library, but almost nobody ever uses it.”

He swept a thorough gaze over the dark oak bookshelves lining the walls, the soft yellow lighting in place of the standard office brightness, the plush maroon velvet chairs, and the single table off to the left, and cracked a full smile. “This is lovely.”

“I used to study here when I had to come to the office after school,” she said, taking a seat in one of the armchairs and motioning for him to do the same. “My parents worked unpredictable hours, and I couldn’t take myself home until I had a car.”

“Did you go to school close to here?” Rowan inquired, not missing the chance to slip into investigator mode.

“Yes, I went to Orynth Prep with the rest of the rich kids. It’s about a seven-minute walk away.”

His lips twitched. “A prep school minutes away from the downtown business sector. How clever of them to be so close to the money.”

She muffled a snort. “Well, the lovely students needed the right volunteer hours on their transcripts, after all.”

“Wonder if that’s helped them once they graduate from Harvard Business School,” he murmured, half to himself. “I don’t mean to shift directions so quickly, Aelin, but I am here on official business.” He cleared his throat. “Are you aware that there have been fourteen rather brutal homicides committed over the past seven months here in Orynth?”

“I am aware. The news has been…eager to remind us.” She grimaced slightly. “I’ll never understand the journalistic fascination with gruesome crimes.”

He nodded. “Are you also aware that the most recent victim was discovered at a warehouse that your company owns?”

Aelin pressed her fingertips to her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. “Wh-which one?”

“This property.” He passed her a photograph of the warehouse where Cairn’s body had been dumped. The shot was taken after PD had cleaned up the scene.

She examined the photo, nibbling at her lower lip. “I see.”

“You sound unsurprised.” Damn, the man was perceptive.

Aelin chose her next words very, very carefully. “I’m aware that some of my properties, particularly the ones in the shipping district, are rather sketchy, so I’m not completely blown off my feet to learn that this warehouse is now officially a crime scene.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please know that you have my full cooperation with your investigative efforts on my property.”

“Thank you.” Unexpectedly, Rowan reached out and laid his free hand over hers. “I’ll do everything I can to make our stay on your property short.” He offered her a crooked smile and glanced back down at his notepad. “You have an advanced degree in chemistry, correct? It’s public information, I promise I didn’t use my police access to sneak into any info.”

“I do.” She folded her hands in her lap. “I have my PhD in chemical engineering. Still enjoy running an experiment at the Gal Inc labs every once in a while.” She chuckled. “My chief engineer is kind enough to let me make my messes.”

He wrote something down in his notes. “What can you tell me about the compound known as hellfire?”

She whistled softly. “If you’ll forgive my language, it’s one hell of an explosive.” That said, she shifted to her scientist voice. “Hellfire is highly volatile and extremely sensitive, not to mention astronomically expensive to produce. Its key components are stable nitroglycerin and PETN; it also contains smaller quantities of some very rare, very finicky liquid chemicals. From what I know, it is most commonly detonated using highly concentrated acid to trigger the explosion, and the heat produced during the explosion ensures that none of the compound is left inactive.” She shuddered. “It’s frightening, even to us scientists.”

“It certainly is.” He propped his chin on one fist. “You know about the catastrophic explosion of this past January, yes?”

“Yes.” Twist the rings, Galathynius. She fiddled with one of her rings.

“We have reason to believe that hellfire was the substance detonated during that event.”

“Gods,” she breathed, horror coating her faint voice. “That…oh gods.”

“Hey.” He broke free of his impersonal investigator persona for a moment and placed one hand on her shoulder, lifting her fallen chin with the other. “The good news is that no people were present. The lot was completely destroyed, but there is nothing to suggest any lives lost.” His thumb rubbed her shoulder, comforting. “Somehow, the catastrophe was contained to that single lot, structures only.”

“It’s still horrifying,” she murmured. “Rowan, hellfire is so volatile, and it burns until it’s run out of fuel or until a sufficiently powerful extinguisher has been applied.” Her breath hitched. “The thought of…of someone dying…I’d be a terrible excuse for a human being if I said that didn’t break my heart.”

“I know.” He clasped her hands, lending her his solid strength. “The things I’ve seen in my career…I know.”

She breathed deeply and steeled her spine, putting her CEO face back on. “Ask me more questions–anything to keep me from spiraling.”

He nodded, understanding what she meant. “Do you know of Cairn Wilkins?”

Ire flashed across her elegant features. “I’m acquainted with that particular scumbag, yes.”

“Scumbag?” His brows rose in curiosity; clearly, he hadn’t been expecting her vitriol.

Tone it the fuck down, Galathynius! “Cairn Wilkins is a drug dealer, smuggler, and pathetic excuse for a man.”

“Was.”

“Was?”

“He, ah…he’s dead.”

“I’d have thought the media would have jumped on that story,” Aelin mused. “Hmm. Well, then, Wilkins was a pathetic excuse for a human being.” She blew out a controlled exhale. “I don’t say this lightly, Rowan. I was acquainted with Cairn, and he gave me every flavor of bad impression each time we crossed paths.”

“How so?” Rowan’s pen tapped against his notepad.

“He had a tendency to pop up in dark corners, stand too close, leer, and make other unacceptable gestures and behaviors while in public. As a businessman, he frequently made evening deliveries himself, which is unusual behavior for the owner of a company that purportedly delivers only to hospitals and pharmacies. Also, he was mysteriously absent from his office two days a week, every week, and his staff would only say that he was ‘away.’ The average CEO does not have recurrent absences, and if they are absent, their staff has more complete information on where they are.” She took a calming breath. “I am not the only businessperson who suspected Cairn of having, um, illicit connections. But…” She stopped.

“But what, Aelin?” Rowan prompted. Intrigue was written all over his face–he was completely invested in the information she was sharing. Most of it was true.

“But…he mentioned a partnership or two that I didn’t recognize, so I asked a colleague of mine to do some research. A quick internet search revealed that the companies Cairn had mentioned did not exist, and my colleague’s research indicated that those ‘companies’ were, in fact, drug fronts.” Eyes trained on Rowan’s deeply concentrating face, she named the false companies.

He froze mid-writing, his chiseled jaw falling ajar in utter disbelief. “What?”

“That information convinced me that Cairn had ties to the drug trade,” she continued, as if she were discussing an ordinary business transaction. “Perhaps my initial summary of him as a drug dealer and smuggler was too harsh, but my assessment of him as a paltry excuse for a man was not.”

“Indeed.” Rowan finally stopped writing, lifted his head, and met her gaze. “So you were not friendly with Wilkins?”

“I was not,” Aelin confirmed.

He nodded and closed his notepad. “That’s all of my questions, then. Thank you for your time and your willingness to work with us, Aelin.”

“It’s the least I can do.” Rising, she shook his hand, their joined hands lingering for longer than strictly necessary. “Please call me or my office if you need anything else.”

“I will.”

After escorting Rowan back to the elevator, Aelin returned to her office, sat down heavily in her chair, and dropped her face into her hands with a heaving sigh. Gods. That had been more of an ordeal than she’d anticipated. The fact that it was Rowan Whitethorn alone with her was enough to kick her pulse up a few notches, and the details she’d learned from him–and he from her–had her mind spinning with the possibilities.

She’d seen the look on his face when she’d talked about Cairn, though. The intrigue that ran deeper than pure investigative speculation. It was precisely why she’d readily offered what she knew about that disgusting spawn of hell.

Perhaps that was the nudge he needed to do some…deeper digging. The kind that involved breaking into a building late at night to snoop through computers, business records, and paperwork.

Aelin picked up her desk phone and punched Elide’s call button. “Ells?”

Her second-in-command answered almost instantly. “What do you need, Ae?”

“Disarm the external security protocols for the next few days. I’ve got a feeling we’re about to have a midnight visitor.”

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