#got to meet jack wolfe again afterwards too hes so lovely

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[twistedmusings]

Second Year Without You

A/N: HAHA I LOVE PAIN. I wrote almost all of this on my phone so I apologize for any spelling mistakes but with the twst 1 year anniversary my hands just called out to me to create nothing but pain u wu. So let me guys know what you think and...Happy 1 year anniversary~!

How the first years react to you suddenly disappearing before their second year starts.

“This is taking forever.”

Grim yawned as he made himself comfortable in your lap, your hand running through his fur as you struggled to stay awake. It was sort of impossible since the church building was still so eerily quiet as each new student’s dorm decisions were made.

Which made you wonder why you were even here.

Ramshackle wasn’t necessarily an official dorm so this weird sorting ceremony didn’t even mean anything to you. This was two hours of your life you weren’t going to get back apparently since Crowley decided that your presence was oh so important and now you were shifting uncomfortably in your seat as the last student stood in front of the mirror so their dorm could be decided.

“Oh. Malleus you might have a chance with this one.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he came in rather gallantly and looks like the type to be good with magic so he would be perfect for Diasmonia.”

The Diasmonia dorm leader chuckles into his hand.

“Is that your final bet?”

“...yeah that’s my final one.” you tilt your head backwards as you look at Azul, “What did you put down?”

“Clearly Pomefiore, Prefect. You haven’t guessed right with any of the other student’s dorm matches so I am purposefully avoiding your suggestions.”

He meets your glare with a smile, jotting down a couple of notes as he turns to Kalim to ask him of his decision. The seven dorm leaders had followed along with the little game you began to play around the thirty minute mark of the ceremony, turning it into a betting pool the moment Azul got serious.

The room goes quiet as the face in the mirror finally chooses to appear.

"Your soul...it belongs in Pomefiore!"

Your groan is hidden by polite clapping, Malleus patting your head as you choose to hang it in shame. This felt just like failing one of Crewel's quizzes but now you were 600 madol poorer.

"Prefect that was a major loss...I might have to stop talking to you if this affects my gacha pulls."

The tablet hovers beside you, clearly mocking your incredible loss before you bat it away and turn to look at Crowley.

"And with that, my dear students, the ceremony is concluded. Please follow your vice dorm leaders to your designated dorms...and welcome to Night Raven College!"

You stand up, put Grim down and stretch, waving goodbye to the other dorm leaders as you wonder just what in the world you were going to have for dinner tonight. You knew Azul was going to open Monstro Lounge in celebration so maybe you should go--

"Oi! Prefect!"

Well that was quick.

Ace smiles as he approaches the pew first, talking to you about how boring the ceremony was and what you were planning to do afterwards. Deuce comes up behind him followed by Epel while Jack and Sebek talk with their dorm leaders for a few moments before heading to where you were standing.

“We got some news, by the way~” Ace smiles as he throws up some jazz hands towards Sebek, “May I present to you the soon to be vice dorm leader of Diasmonia~!”

Sebek tries to frown but there is a clear smile on his face as he takes off his hood, beaming with pride as you shake his hand. You would have gone with high-five but you figured he would like this better.

“Did Malleus break the news to you?”

“He did!” the fae’s voice breaks through the hushed silence, “Young Master approached me ever so elegantly and let me know of my role for next year! The mere act was so moving and inspiring!”

“I also got some news!” Epel grins as he gets butts in front of Sebek, “The Magic Shift club captain told me that I’m in the running for first string! If I win one more game I’ll be able to play with them officially!”

You go to congratulate Epel but stop when Ace also butts in front of him, “Better news! I’ve been made vice-captain of the basketball team! Jamil was going to give the title to Floyd but then he decided better against it.”

“So you were the second choice.” Jack says as he pulls his hood down.

“And the best one! Jamil knew the choice he was going to make all along, he was just messing with me.” Ace grins as he turns towards you, “Impressive, huh?”

You hum before laughing, “I would say it was impressive if it wasn’t for the fact that I know for a fact Floyd would do a worse job at any leadership position than you.”

“Oi!”

The group laughs before Epel tugs on Deuce’s robe and pushes him so that he is in front of you next.

“And Prefect, may I present the new captain of the Track and Field club!”

Deuce’s face goes a light shade of pink as Epel tugs on his cheek, “He said he wanted to tell his mom first before telling us but I figured since we are all talking about achievements…”

“Because it was not set in stone!” the Heartslabyul student takes Epel’s hand and pulls it away from his hand, “Jack still has a good chance to get it instead of me.”

“Mm. I would rather it go to you, Deuce.” Jack smiles as he pats his shoulder, “I see how hard you work during practices so I think the position would be perfect for you.”

“Oh right. Leona told me.” you smile at Jack, “Am I right in assuming we are talking to the vice dorm leader of Savannaclaw?”

“I--!” wolf ears twitch as Jack blushes, looking at you in disbelief before sighing as the others stare at him in expectation, “...Yes. Ruggie-senpai told me before the ceremony.”

Everybody gives him a round of applause as his blush deepens in color, making you laugh as you lean over to pat his shoulder. To think they were all now second years…

You included.

I’m supposed to be finding a way home…

The thought is catapulted from your head as Grim sets himself down on top of it, smiling as he topples forward so you would catch him in your arms.

“Fgnya~! The Great Grim and his henchman have news too!”

A paw is pointed at you, your cue to speak apparently.

“...Ramshackle is getting some big renovations soon! We managed to talk Crowley into it and he agreed to renovate both the kitchen and the bathroom as well as possibly renovating some of the rooms!”

“What!” Ace laughs, “How did you pull that off!?”

“Hehe~” Grim taps his chest twice, “I told the Headmaster that Ramshackle can serve as a place for guests from other schools to stay over! He gets a place to brag about with potential guests and we get brand new things!”

Epel hums, “So it’s like a hotel.”

Both you and Grim stay quiet and look away, the group laughing knowing Epel had hit right on the mark.

You stay quiet as they talk with one another, smiling fondly at seeing your group of friends happily enjoying their life here in Night Raven College. You didn't even know how it happened but this little group had become like your family in the one year you stayed here. The homesickness you felt whenever you realized you were far from your home was always subdued by hanging out with them and taking part in their shenanigans. To you it was crazy to think about it this way but...you loved them.

Ace’s tricks but also his quiet support of you and the rest of the group.

Deuce’s tenacity but also the gentle side he let only his friends see.

Jack’s work ethic along with his more nurturing side.

Epel’s constant growth as a person yet never forgetting where he came from.

Sebek’s devotion towards his Young Master as well as realizing his own strength.

And Grim’s goal of wanting to be the greatest magician ever but never leaving you behind.

You loved these six dorks so much, more than you would care to admit to yourself.

Finding a way home was no longer such a big priority in your eyes. You used to ask the Headmaster constantly for a way back home but you believed that this place had become more of a home in your eyes. So the constant reminder that you weren’t from here was silenced by just how much these six made you feel like you were part of a big family.

“...I’m starving.” you finally speak up as you let go of Grim, “You guys want to drop by the Monstro Lounge?”

“Can we drop by Pomefiore first? I forgot my wallet.”

“Prefect! We should invite the Young Master too!”

“If we are going to do that then let’s invite Leona-senpai as well. I have a feeling he will complain if Malleus-senpai is the only one in the celebration.”

“Do you think we should invite Riddle after the first year’s celebration, Ace?”

Deuce turns to look at his fellow student, blinking when he has to turn all the way around.

“Ace?”

All heads turn to look at the other second year, cherry red eyes shining as he points at the mirror still floating in the center of the room.

“You know. Since the mirror is still here…” Ace smiles as he walks over to you and takes your hand, “Don’t you think we should try your sorting again?”

“Huh?”

Your sorting?

That’s right. The mirror had said that your soul didn’t really belong anywhere when you first came here.

“I honestly don’t think it’s going to be any different, Ace.” you shrug, “Besides I sort of already belong in a dorm--”

Grim comes up behind you, “Exactly! They belong in the dorm we made!”

“Oh come on! Wouldn’t it be fun!” Ace looks back at the group, “It’s just us here. Don’t you guys want to see what dorm Prefect would have been sorted in?”

Jack hums before looking at you, “I believe you would make a fine Savannaclaw student.”

“Well they also helped out with Pomefiore, I think that would be a good fit for them too.” Epel sighs, “If they were there I wouldn’t feel like a green apple in a red apple orchard.”

Sebek taps his chin a few moments before nodding, “Despite having no magical talent, your presence in Diasmonia would be greatly appreciated.”

“Okay okay you doofuses, I think we all know what dorm they would be sorted in.” Ace wraps an arm around you as he gestures Deuce over, “So say hello to the Heartslabyul Trio~”

“Ace! Stop trying to get my henchman somewhere else! They belong in Ramshackle!”

Grim tugs on your hood while you quickly ask him to stop, your arms flailing around before you pull your hood down and find yourself face to face with the mirror.

“Ace I don’t think--” you turn to look at him but the other just puts his hand together as if he were praying.

“Just one look, Prefect! Please!” Ace smiles as he looks over at Deuce, “We are all curious, right?”

Deuce’s nervous expression relaxes as he sees that there really was nobody else around.

“It wouldn’t hurt to know. It’d be just us.”

“I agree! I am way too curious to not know now!”

“Your true nature is showing, Epel.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not curious, Jack!”

“Quiet humans! The face in the mirror is deciding!”

You quickly turn around as you see the face in the mirror, a knot in your chest suddenly forming as the chamber falls into silence. What a feeling of dejavu. You remember just how you felt when you were standing in front of the mirror the first time.

No idea where you were, no idea what was to come.

And the feeling of being an outcast had been unbearable when the mirror stated that you belonged nowhere...but you had carved out a little place here to call your own. Despite the fact that you knew where you were going to sleep tonight and where you were going to wake up in the morning, the knot of nervousness relaxed and turned into a curious dizziness, the silence only serving to make the noise in your ears ring.

The mirror only stared at you for a minute longer before speaking up.

“It seems your time is up.”

You blink as the face disappears, turning towards the others as they all share the same look of confusion before sighing as they turn around and start walking towards the exit.

“Well that was anticlimactic.” Ace pouts, “Thought for sure they belonged in Heartslabyul.”

Deuce sighs, “Monstro Lounge for sure must be full now. How will we get a table?”

“We can celebrate in Diasmonia instead! I know that the dorm is going to be full of fae cuisine!”

“...I...prefer taking my chances at the Monstro Lounge.” Epel smiles as he look at Jack, “Or maybe Savannaclaw?”

“It would be rowdy but if you don’t mind that sort of atmosphere.”

“Savannaclaw usually has some good roasted beef! Do you know if they have that there today?” Grim places himself on Jack’s head as the other keeps talking about their celebration.

“Alright. We’ll check Monstro Lounge and then Savannaclaw! Oi, Prefect, get a move--”

Ace’s eyes widen as he turns around, dread climbing up his legs and curling around his neck as he looks at the small orbs of lights floating away in the place where you were supposed to be.

Only to find that you weren’t there anymore.

--What...the hell?

--He looks around, wondering where you went and calling out your name. It starts out with a couple of laughs at first but the dread in his stomach grows as well as the volume of his voice.

"Oi! This isn't funny! Come out already!"

--Deuce is calling out to him but he can't listen to him, all he can remember is the mirror's voice saying that time was up?

--Time? As in your time in Twisted Wonderland? But...you said that the Headmaster hadn't found a way to get you back home. He didn't want to disappoint you but after a whole year with them...he didn't believe that you would go back. Which was alright! Ace was more than ready to make this a home for you! He didn't know how he was going to do it, but goddammit he at least wanted to try!

--He wasn't done with you yet! He hadn't shown you the cool trick shot he learned to shoot with Floyd, or the awesome new magic trick he designed with you in mind! You would always look past his tricks so he wasn't able to fool you but he thought that this one would be worthy of your praise!

--Eyes glare at the mirror as he lets his feelings spill out.

"BRING THEM BACK! THEY AREN'T DONE HERE! THEY BELONG HERE! BRING THEM BACK!"

--Jack is holding him back from lashing at the object and after a few moments of thrashing around, all Ace can do is stare at the spot you were at a moment ago with his eyes stinging from tears that still refused to fall.

--He didn't even get to say goodbye.

--At first all he can do is stare. Where had you gone? Were you playing some sort of prank on them? If you were...this really wasn’t funny at all. You two had promised to go running together in the morning with Jack, you needed to get back to Ramshackle to sleep so it was best if you celebrated early and then went to bed--

“Deuce. Go get the Headmaster."

--He doesn't remember much after that. All he remembers is Ace yelling and Jack holding him back before he was rushing out of the building and towards the Headmasters office.

--You couldn't be gone. Where did you even go? A part of him doesn't even want to say that you had gone back. There was nowhere you had to go back to in his head. Twisted Wonderland was your home and you belonged here just like the rest of them.

--Memories of his time with you make his feet move faster, the robes proving a great weight but not at all stopping him from reaching his goal.

--Everything would be fine. They would find a way to get you back and Deuce wouldn't allow himself to let you do something so irresponsible again. He should have stopped Ace when he could! And once you came back then he could give you a proper send off.

--His feet were sore, his lungs were burning but he wouldn’t dare stop running, finally reaching the Headmasters office as he pulled the door open with all his might.

--He just wanted to get you back so he could properly thank you. You were his buddy...and he didn't want to let you go without you knowing that.

--It's hard holding back against his instincts.

--His body's first response is to also grab at the mirror and find out where you had gone. The idea of you disappearing just like that was impossible, especially after all the trouble the Headmaster had in finding a portal to your world. So, to him, you were immediately in danger.

--He clenched his fists hard as he walked Ace towards one of the pews, letting him sit down as Epel and Sebek approached him. They were asking questions and clearly depending on him for some sort of guidance. Which wasn’t completely out of the norm, he was an older brother and had grown to care for his friends just as he would his siblings. One year did a lot to bring people closer together. But what could he do but remain quiet as Epel and Sebek asked questions he could not answer.

--Jack had no idea where you had gone, no idea if you were going to come back and as the questions kept piling up the dread in his heart began to grow. Would you even come back?He knew how important family was and how terrible it was to be separated from them, but what about the people you left behind here? Your disappearance was already making them--no--him feel so powerless that he could only answer the other first year’s questions with a simple phrase.

“I don’t know.”

--He instinctively bared his teeth as the doors slammed opened, keeping Epel and Sebek behind him as the Headmaster entered the building with a frown, asking for a run down of the situation in full detail as possible. And while Jack would have taken charge of the situation in this scenario, just simply looking at the mirror kept him from articulating his thoughts correctly.

--Jack just wanted to know you were safe.

“We were left in the building all alone and we thought that [Y/N]-san should try to sort themselves again, just to see what would happen. Yet the mirror didn’t say anything and now they are...they are not--”

--Hold it back. Hold the tears back. Epel had gone through a lot in his time in both NRC and Pomefiore. He had been pushed out of his comfort zone through the VDC and just living in a dorm that was so unlike him but he had pushed through and adapted relatively well, with your help and the help of his friends. So now was not the time to cry!

--You had once praised him for his mental strength, saying that it took a lot of training for him to be put through Vil’s daily demands and training as well as keeping up with the Magishift club and his studies above all of that. With that little comment, and the support of his newfound friends, Epel’s mind had shifted into focusing on how strong he was mentally instead of physically.

--Something he needed to be now more than ever.

“They disappeared.”

“Headmaster, how are we going to bring them back?”

“Well...this was the way it was supposed to be from the start. As much as it pains me to say, it seems the Prefect finally found their way back home.”

“NO!”

--He puts a hand over his mouth, surprised by his own outburst. When he was still a beginning first year there were moments in which he had to keep himself in check from speaking like he would back home. As the year went on he had managed to keep himself in check and only let his accent and his voice volume slip when he was with his friends and with you.

--The Headmaster simply continued talking about the possibilities as Epel hung his head, biting his bottom lip as he remembered the last conversation you both had. With vacations upon them soon, Epel had invited you to come over and visit the Village of Harvest. First time he had a friend over there so he was all set to show you the sights of his little town and it would be your first official trip to another land in Twisted Wonderland!

--A hand touched his shoulder, Epel turning around as he saw Deuce looking down at him with tears in his eyes. That was the last straw as his own tears started to flow freely, Epel burying his face in the other’s robes so no one would have to see just how weak he looked.

“Sebek.”

--The fae’s back straightened out, the voice of his Young Master ringing out as he turned around to look at him. Several students were peeking through the door, trying to get a peek at what was happening while others worked to get the message around, yet Malleus was the only one brave enough to step through the threshold of the building and approach him.

--The Ramshackle prefect had disappeared.

--Sebek had a strange relationship with you. While he detested the way you treated the Young Master as nothing more than just another person, he had slowly started to come around to your way of thinking. The Young Master wanted a friend, and Sebek had only been keeping him at a distance due to his admiration.

--You taught him how to talk to his Young Master and how to appreciate a friendship with him instead of just blinding devotion.While he would still follow Malleus to the end of the earth, he did so as Malleu’s friend and not as his guard. In turn, he slowly started to feel like he would the same for you, as well.

--He was still very naive to relationships such as these but you had been patient, listening to him talk about Malleus when he wanted while also asking him of his other interests. Your teaching method had been effective and Sebek would have even dared to say that you were perhaps coming close to being his best friend.

--Although that chance had disappeared along with you.

--So the only thing he could do is stare into his Young Master’s eyes, the eyes of someone who was just as confused and as worried as he, and do his best to tell him what had happened and what the Headmaster had said.

--He knew that it was for the best that you had gone back home, but why did it feel so wrong?

[sasstrash]

Please forgive me I've been super focused on school

The Silent Queen 6; A Royal Morning

Raven woke up the same she always did - quietly. No one ever really noticed her until she was outside her room and hallway back in the castle but at school, people smiled and waved at her the second she left her dorm with Maddie. She guessed that the news of her arrival had spread and a lot of people wanted to know the daughter of the Evil Queen. Raven grimaced at the thought, she would have preferred not to be known at all. To just be a minor character in a smaller story. With a happy ending. But that wasn’t who she was, she was Raven Queen and this was her life.

Walking down the corridors to the castleteria was mostly uneventful aside from all the other students who continued looking at her and pointing things out. It was times like these that she wished she could hear. But then again she wasn’t sure how well she’d adjust to suddenly being able to hear. The castleteria itself is big and crowded with white lighting that made everything look brighter than what Raven was used to, many eyes looked over to her and Raven felt herself subconsciously tug at a lavender streak in her hair. This was going to be a long school year.

Cerise stood up and waved over at the pair of newcomers from her table where she sat with Cedar, Hunter, and a few girls who Raven vaguely remembered from yesterday who had been with that blonde- Apple, Apple White. The next Snow White, the one Raven would eventually have to poison. Raven stopped moving for a second at the thought of her destiny. Eyes wide she almost started to shake until Maddie lightly poked her shoulder, pointing to the castleteria’s food table. Raven straightened and followed her roommate and best friend to grab breakfast.

At home, she usually just walks into the kitchen. Chef made pancakes most mornings with berries from the nearby forest and honey on top. Raven always loved those pancakes, even if she had them almost every day. Raven quickly put a few slices of bacon on her plate smiling at the staff before grabbing some fruit salad and a couple of waffles and left to follow Maddie over to Cedar’s table. Most people moved out of the way to let the two girls pass through in order to get to their table. If Raven was being honest she had expected more students to run away from her when she arrived, and yet they all seemed to be completely enamoured by her. Weird. Maybe it was because she hadn’t shown up for regular school until this year, or because no one knew what she looked like (she avoided mirror phones and rarely left the castle grounds), or maybe none of them knew much about deaf people. Or maybe all three. By the time she and Maddie sat down, Raven was already exhausted, and she hadn’t even gone to class yet!!

‘Morning Rae, how was your first night at EAH?’ Cerise signed over to her childhood friend. Raven smiled at the nickname, Cerise had given it to her when they were about six, very soon afterwards Raven and Cerise began talking more over chats with their mirror phones as Cerise started elementary school while Raven began to be castleschooled. The two would work on video chats every now and again to keep sign language in Cerise’s vocabulary, (usually with a little help from Ramona too, but it’s not like they could talk about that it was a secret!) so the two stayed connected no matter where they were.

‘It’s been good Cher,’ another nickname that had come from their younger years ‘you know after the whole Headmaster situation me and Maddie set up our dorm. It was definitely different from the castle or your place’ Raven concluded before picking up her fork. She really was hungry after skipping dinner last night. As the others smiled at her she felt a warm fuzzy feeling wash over her, these were her friends, some through childhood, some through the others and they all loved her. She was loved, at least she was now but once she became, that she wouldn’t be. Her smile began to dim just a tad as she bit into her waffle. She shook it off before looking at the three girls she didn’t know the names of. ‘Oh sorry I almost forgot, I’m Raven, and you guys are?’ she asked the brunette in pink, the platinum blonde in white and the ginger with green eyes. Each one smiled at her as brightly as her friends, if not a bit brighter, they were probably princesses, Raven thought to herself before each one signed their names.

‘Briar Beauty’ The girl in all pink signed with slightly tired eyes. Raven immediately made the connection to the Sleeping Beauty Story, it took a lot for her not to frown, that was always such a sad tale, sleeping for a hundred years would mean losing the people she loved. Even still Raven could see that something else was turning in her mind, maybe she’d get to see what that was.

The ginger signed after ‘Ashlynn Ella it’s nice to meet you!’ she had the brightest smile that Raven had seen from the trio. Cinderella’s daughter her mind added in, another story with a happy ending but a tragic beginning, she couldn’t imagine losing both of her parents. Then again it was better than being imprisoned in a mirror, or being forced to dance in hot iron shoes until death, or being crushed by a boulder after falling off of a cliff. Raven’s thoughts were broken as she saw that Ashlynn was sitting very close to Hunter, who seemed to be completely focused on her, the dork had a crush, which seemed to be mutual. If Raven could speak well she would have laughed.

‘I’m Darling Charming but you can call me Darl for short’ The Platinum Blonde signed last as she gave a simple polite smile. Like the one that Raven had been taught to use for visitors and knights when she was younger. A female born Charming? She had heard of it before but it wasn’t common, most of them became small-time princesses with small kingdoms, or took over for the Charming Kingdom when the time came. It would be interesting Raven thought to see where her destiny leads her, after all, Darling definitely had the most open book story out of all of them.

‘It’s nice to meet all of you’ Raven signed before continuing ‘So.. has anyone gotten a schedule, I still haven’t’ It hadn’t been a big surprise to her though, she supposed no one had accounted for her deafness and they might have had to remake her schedule. After she mentioned it though she saw Cedar hit her head with her hand. “Ugh, I almost forgot,” she muttered to the group before pulling out a piece of paper. ‘Here Raven, I passed the headmaster and he asked me to give this to you, don’t worry he only had to reschedule two subjects!’ she finished passing the note over. Raven sent a grateful smile to her friend thank goodness for Cedar on the top of the paper a note was written with a schedule underneath. It read:

Dear Ms. Queen; first of all, I’d like to apologize for not being aware of this sooner, in the short time we’ve been given I was able to find some students to help you translate in each class. However, just in case most classes have an extra student who understands sign language. Below is your schedule, I hope you enjoy your time here at Ever After High.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Grimm

Breakfast: 6:30-8:30

Block one: Geografairy with Professor Jack B. Nimble (assisted by Cerise Hood) 8:45-9:30

Block two: Beast Training and Care with Professor Poppa Bear (assisted by Dexter Charming) 9:35-10:20

Block three: General Villainy with Professor Badwolf (assisted by Ramona Badwolf) 10:25-11:10

Block four: Math with Dr. King Charming (assisted by Ashlynn Ella) 11:15-12:00

Lunch: 12:00-12:45

Block five: History with Professor Rumpilstilskin (assisted by Madelyn Hatter) 1:00-1:45

Block six: Spellcasting and Potions with Professor Baba Yaga (assisted by Cedar Wood) 1:50-2:35

Block seven: Grimmnastics with Coach Gingerbreadman (assisted by Darling Charming) 2:40-3:25

Block eight: Art with Professor Card (assisted by Meshell Mermaid) 3:30-4:15

Dinner may be had at any time after this, as can counselling with Baba Yaga or Mother Goose. Lights out is at 10:30

Raven smiled at the schedule she only didn’t know two of the names on here. She was nervous to start her time at EAH but as long as she had good grades and a clear head she was sure she would do fine.

Notes:

I am really sorry this took so long, I kept forgetting about it because of school and COVID. btw if anyone knows how to make a master post and pin it could you please let me know? I would like to be able to do that. I also just got an AO3 account so I might post on there.

Taglist For The Silent Queen:

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Wish Upon a Night Sky - [Beastars | Various x Reader]

[Female, Sheep Reader | Slow Burn]

Summary:

After calling upon the decision to test the waters between carnivores and herbivores, things at Cherryton Academy turn far more tense than they already were. Unsurprisingly, there are those who poke fun at the decision, both with good and bad reasons at hand. Calling the academy out on such high of a risk's understandable, but mocking carnivores for making friends with their opposites isn't.

Having been sheltered through seventeen years of homeschooling and the rigid rule of never going out at night, you far from expect being allowed to attend there after your eighteenth birthday. Regardless, you don't plan on cowering back. Your want to expose yourself to the real world, meet new people, and live through new experiences outweighs that fear, transforming it into strength.

Act One - Man's Best Friend

[Act Two Link]

While it makes sense your first encounter would be with anyone but a beast, the person giving you a tour isn't prey either, but more of a happy medium between the two: a dog. Not quite a carnivore and not quite a herbivore, he's what you learned to be an omnivore, a kind you were often taught to be wary of just as much as a wolf or a tiger. Even so, his presence is about as warm and welcoming as sunrays on a cold, winter day, and you find it hard not to smile when he continues to show you around the place, stopping when he sees he's left you far behind. His excitement is one you wish you could manifest just as much as him, though reminders of how you had to behave at this school make you hold yourself back.

Now that you were eighteen and close to graduating, your parents had given you three simple rules to follow: never step out of campus at night, never join acting, and never show daintiness. All of them were nevers, not single space for protest left in those rules. You already knew the consequences of going out at night and letting any sort of bubbly nature out. Being forbidden to join acting was by far the only thing they hadn't explained to you.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?"

Jack's call brings you out of your line of thought, how concerned he looks making you take note of the face you're making. Often, you scrunched up your snout and furrowed your brow whenever you got lost in thought. To any outsider, it would seem as if you're perturbed by something, so you hurry, words leaving you in a rush, "I'm fine," you reply, smile returning. "...Just got caught up with something else."

"Nervous about staying here?"

"About everything, honestly."

He manages to laugh at that, eyes brightening as he motions for you to follow him again, your next destination appearing to be the rooms, judging by the rows of doors, along with one left open and a bed in the background. There's a student by a dresser, combing her fur without so much as bothering to look at you, too focused on her brushing to notice the door's been left open. With her being a wolf though, you assume she's confident in herself, at the very least based on the rumors your parents and every other family member taught to you.

You freeze when you realize Jack's made a stop right at that door, gesturing with his head for you to walk in. 

"Is this allowed?" you blurt out, rushing to cover up not a moment after that question leaves your mouth. "I-"

"It's okay," he intervenes, laughing again. "The principal told me you were homeschooled, so if you have any questions about how things work here, you're free to ask me! And you can come over to my place if you need more help with showing you around."

"Bold of you to invite a girl into the boys' dorm." A feminine voice comes from behind Jack, the wolf from before appearing behind him. "You're my roommate, aren't you?" She smiles, nodding with her head over to the room. "What are you standing there for? I want to get to know you! I was told about your arrival almost three whole months ago, so the wait has been long enough."

"...You're Juno?" you ask, making memory of the list handed over to you just a few hours ago. 

She nods, eyes softening. "(Y/N), right? It's nice to have a herbivore who won't ask for a change the second she sees me."

Guilty, you can only hope she hadn't heard you earlier ago. You thank Jack before following her into the room, speaking up when you make sufficient mental preparation for it, thoughts running wild again. "...Why would they do that? Isn't it normal at this school?"

"It's allowed, and though it's not too uncommon for  carnivores and herbivores to be placed together, things got a lot more tense after a student's passing." Her ears droop, a hint of gloom clashing with her friendly demeanor. "It's why you're the only other person in this room, and why I try not to walk alone in the halls anymore." She breathes in deep and lets it go afterwards, a swoon seeming to take her over, replacing her sadness. "Although... I guess I wouldn't have met someone wonderful if some students hadn't cornered me for being a carnivore not long after I arrived here."

Juno sighs, facing you with droopy eyelids and a softer smile. "Tell me, (Y/N)... Have you ever fallen in love? It's the most wonderful feeling I can describe!"

She sits down on the bottom bed, though she scoots aside, leaving you space next to her. "They say your last year at school's the last chance you have for experiencing a feeling so strong, but I like to believe it will carry on as long as your love's strong enough for it!"

While you're a bit lost as to what point she's trying to make, you smile, nodding as you wait for her to continue speaking. After all, having two friends at the start of your final school year didn't sound like a bad idea. Hopefully, your lonely days would start to change, your conversation with Jack and your current one with Juno the most interaction you'd had during all your eighteen years of life. Knowing you were finally free to meet as many people as you'd want as well as learn over brand new things and the relationships between beast and prey made your worries and doubts more than worthwhile.

You hear Juno out until she asks if you have a special someone yourself, the question an awkward one based on how little people you knew. So far, the only experience you remember similar to that of having a crush on someone was by reading stories of adventure and challenge when you were younger, these confiscated by your parents whenever you got too many ideas, fell for a character, or whenever a book so much as mentioned the word carnivore between its pages in a light beyond that of hostile and negative.

Wishfully, circumstances would change soon with this new path being offered out to you; in that you carried strong and unshakable hopes over.

And, who knows? Maybe one day you'd sneak out to watch the night sky, too.

[alexboehm55144]

Alex Final Wars 2: Dark Alex, Chapter 33 - Midway

The Typhoon had been zipping all over the pacific throughout the US-Chinese war. This was possible because the ship had cloaking technology and could fly. But a large portion of the US navy was still relegated to the eastern half of the ocean, unable to move west due to Chinese forces.

However, with recent US gains, the offensive had started. Naval forces were now planning a significant strike back against the Chinese Navy and Air Force at the island of Midway.

A US armada, including the Typhoon, aircraft carriers, and numerous smaller escort vessels, was already making haste to meet with an equally sized Chinese fleet.

"I expected more airships," Laval said from the bridge of the Typhoon while JayJay sat nearby and filed her claws. "But we're the only one here."

"Airships are still an experimental technology, Laval," Toothdee noted, sitting in the captain's chair and piloting the ship. "Aquatic vessels are still the mainstay for the world's nations."

"Oh great, your telling me our home and HQ is an experimental vessel?"

"Don't worry, Laval, it's perfectly safe."

"Say, have you guys seen Fabienne?" JayJay asked.

"Oh, the reporter. She's probably filming something." Laval said, "I just hope she stays safe when the fighting breaks out."

"She's worked as a war correspondent before," Toothdee said. "She told me she was getting some shots of the ships from one of the outside decks. Speaking of which...."

The Heroes commander turned the radio on again.

"Fabienne, do you read? Are you alright?"

The snow leopard had set up some recording equipment on one of the outside platforms on the Typhoon's exterior. The ocean breeze blew through her fur, and the beautiful blue sea and sky were visible all around her.

"Do you read?"

The reporter's ears perked up, and she grabbed the radio she had been given since her first day on the Heroes ship.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm ok. Just about to film a quick shot of the fleet."

"Ok, finish up quickly and get back inside."

"Will do."

The snow leopard turned off the radio and took one last look to make sure her tripod-mounted camera was lined up properly before clicking the record button. Afterward, she quickly tested the audio and the microphone on her collar and stood in position. She was a meter from the camera, off to the side. Enough so that the device could see the fleet of US warships in the background, along with the reporter. She was careful not to step too close to the edge of the platform. Because while there was a railing, she did not want to risk falling overboard.

"Hello, this is Fabienne Growley, coming to you from aboard the Typhoon in the pacific. US naval forces are moving to secure the region around Midway island. They are being led by Heroes, and their airship, the Typhoon. A Chinese fleet is in the area, hoping to defend their territory from the encroaching US forces. At this time, it is impossible to say what will occur during this battle, but this could be a turning point for the war in the Pacific."

The snow leopard moved over to the camera and stopped the recording before packing up all her equipment. As she entered back into the vessel, Fabienne contacted Toothdee on her radio.

"I'm heading back inside Toothdee. I'll get to my battle station."

"Ok, you'll be safe there."

"I guess she got her shot," Laval said as Toothdee disconnected the call.

"Let's check in with everyone else while we're at it. Our forces are spread out all around the area, so we should be able to cover the entire field of battle." She said, switching the channel on her radio. "Heroes, this is the Typhoon. What's your status?"

"This is captain Boehm. Eris and I are flying the deadly skies."

The 2 young pilots zipped through the air above the fleet in their jets. Eris was flying her blue and white eagle interceptor, one that she had modified to her specifications.

Alex flew a custom F-35, one of the standard jets of the US Air Force.

"Nice flying," Eris said, the pair of jets turning and circling the US fleet.

"Thanks, your pretty good yourself. But your reputation precedes you." Alex said, looking at the tally marks on the jet's hull.

"I like your plane's color scheme," Eris said, drawing attention to the aircraft's metallic exterior, which was dark gray in color. A few shiny red, white and blue lines ran along the wings and near the cockpit as a patriotic gesture.

"Thanks! Lately, I've been wondering if I should paint it with some other pattern or color scheme. But that's not the only thing that's different about this plane. It's been modified with upgrades including stronger weapons and armor."

"Alright, you two, don't you keep your heads in the clouds for too long," Toothdee said, be forcing changing the channel on her radio. "Kion, Jasiri, what's your status."

"Kion here. I'm just taking a look at the cannon on this destroyer. This thing looks like it will pack a serious punch."

The lion touched and inspected the barrel of a forward-mounted turret on a US destroyer. Jasiri was nearby, leaning against a railing and enjoying the sea breeze.

"I'm here as well, Toothdee, just enjoying the calm before the storm."

"Alright, keep your heads on the swivel. Your job is to provide support to other US forces. That's why your stationed where you are. Toothdee out. Nick, Judy, you two better not be making out or something."

"Hey!" Judy said, jumping up from where she was lying on the beach.

"Unfortunately, no." Nick said, "we're just sitting here, relaxing- I mean, guarding, this wonderful- I mean, important beach on the midway island."

"Well, you two better stay on guard, lest the Chinese land on Midway, and it's an atoll, Nick."

"Don't worry, no matter what it is, we'll keep it safe."

Judy was still blushing a bit from embarrassment as Toothdee switched the radio channel over to someone else.

"Well, carrots, that was a rude interruption to our make-out session."

"Haida, Retsuko, are you there?" Toothdee said.

"Oh hey, Toothdee," Retsuko said. She was standing in the cargo bay on the Typhoon, stocked with equipment and whose walls were made of hardened metal. "Haida's in the bathroom, but we're right here on the ship, ready to help however we can."

"Glad to hear it. I know your job isn't the flashiest, your not racing into combat, but your job is no less important. It's because of you two that we get our supplies, and all the paperwork gets sorted."

Retsuko blushed and smiled to herself. Her last job didn't appreciate her at all, so it was nice to hear that she mattered.

"Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me. Oh, and that reminds me...."

The red panda clambered on top of a large crate. It was a crate designed for lion-sized mammals, so it was difficult to scale, but Retsuko managed. She compared the label on the container to the writing on a notepad in her hand.

"....we should be fully stocked. We've got plenty of ammo. I checked twice."

The red panda jumped down from the crate and brushed some dust from the blue pants of her uniform. It wasn't required by regulation, but it made her feel a lot more formal when working, which helped her focus.

"Again, thank you." Toothdee said, "always know that you're a part of the team."

The Heroes leader switched the radio channel for the last time and spoke again.

"Jack and Skye, do you read?"

"We hear you, Toothdee."

The fox and bunny couple were in a small rubber-hulled military boat, speeding through the waves. Skye maneuvered the rubber craft around warships and larger vessels. At the same time, Jack stood ready at the boat's mounted minigun, which was a bit large for a rabbit, but he was up to the task of operating it.

"We're ready and waiting," Jack said, holding on tight as the boat hit a wave.

"Lovely day for a battle," Skye said.

"Keep your heads on the swivel. I'm glad we have the support of 2 ZIA agents during this engagement."

Toothdee turned off the radio and returned her focus to the Typhoon's controls.

"Why do you think the Chinese are even here anyway? We keep stopping their assaults."

"I can only speculate, but they probably just can't stop fighting. China has to demonstrate its strength and that it is the world's foremost superpower. Basically, the Chinese need to prove that they, and their way of thinking, are right. Not to mention victory would put them in a very favorable position on the world stage."

The radio came to life again as the voice of a US sailor came through.

"Enemy vessels spotted!"

On the horizon, black shapes appeared and started to grow closer and closer. Chinese warships of the People's Liberation Army Navy. Accompanying them were planes of the Chinese People's Liberation Army Air Force.

"LAVAL! JAYJAY! BATTLE STATIONS!" Toothdee said, prompting the lion and wolf to hop into their weapon positions as armored panels slid up to cover the Typhoon's bridge window.

There was a brief respite of calm, yet the tension was palpable as the two fleets drew closer and closer before entering weapon range.

Missiles and cannons opened fire, projectiles cutting through the sky and either splashing into the sea or impacting enemy warships.

JayJay, Laval, and Toothdee operated the Typhoon and its weapons systems, sending a flurry of shots towards enemy ships and planes. A dark black PLAAF fighter jet that looked heavily modified was leading the charge. Still, it weaved and launched flares to avoid incoming fire.

"that lead aircraft is giving off a unique signature on our sensor equipment," Toothdee noted.

The pair of gunners targeted a formation of hostile bombers with missiles and machine gunfire. Shots were tearing through the wings and into the fuselage while missiles filled the planes with shrapnel. The large airplanes either crashed into the ocean or exploded violently in a massive fireball.

"You know, this is cool and all, but somehow I'd rather be on the ground fighting," JayJay said.

"I get that," Laval said. "We all have our preferred style of combat."

"Agreed." Toothdee said, "It's just sometimes someone has to be around to operate the ship and its weapons. Thankfully you guys are trained for that."

The Typhoon then moved to engage a Chinese destroyer, battering the side of the vessel with cannon shots.

Explosions ripped through the metal of the ship, with the hull starting to fracture and break. After a few moments of sustained bombardment, the boat sank beneath the waves with a loud gurgling noise.

The Typhoon then focused its weapons on a group of smaller watercraft, with PLAN soldiers on the sides of the vessel, firing machine guns missile launchers.

"Damnit, they keep moving too fast!" Laval said, the small vessels zipping at high speed around the typhoon and opening fire.

However, despite this, the Typhoon eventually was able to appropriately target the smaller craft and shred them with weapons fire.

One escort vessel was torn apart with machine guns. While another was utterly obliterated by large cannon shells.

"We're really mopping the floor with them Heroes, but that's going to be a problem," Toothdee said, looking straight ahead towards a hostile aircraft carrier that was launching fighters. "We're going to need some support for that."

The Heroes leader looked out the port side of the ship and saw a US destroyer nearby and quickly radioed for backup.

"Destroyer, USS Gridley, this is the Typhoon. We're heading towards that Chinese carrier and would appreciate the support."

"Affirmative Typhoon, moving to support."

Along with a few other escort vessels and aircraft, the pair of warships made haste towards the PLAN aircraft carrier, accompanied by escort craft.

The vessels closed in on each other, and once the Typhoon was close enough, it opened fire on the carrier with its weapons. The Gridley followed suit, both ships pummeling the carrier with weapons as the escort vessels of both sides battled it out.

The Gridley and Typhoon pulled close, able to wreak massive damage at this close range. Shells ripped through the vessel's hull, and missiles pummeled the bridge.

Kion was operating a mounted machine gun on the outside deck of the Gridley and was spraying the aircraft carrier deck with machine gunfire. Shots tore through equipment, aircraft, and personnel.

"RELOAD!" the lion yelled.

Jasiri was ready to support him, quickly removing the empty magazine and inserting a fresh one, allowing Kion to resume firing. Chinese troops on the carrier deck fired back but were swiftly eliminated.

"Hell yeah!" Kion said, triumphantly raising his fist in the air.

The pair of ships pulled away from the carrier, which was billowing smoke and listing heavily. While the Typhoon moved off to find another target, the Gridley made haste towards an enemy destroyer moving away from the battle zone, having sustained heavy damage.

This hostile ship had been marked as a high-value target, a destroyer that was equipped with a wide range of advanced electronic sensors and weapons. These were used for area denial and electronic warfare operations, along with communications support. Its advanced capabilities were making it a thorn in the side of the American fleet.

"I'm guessing that's our next target," Jasiri said, pointing towards the damaged ship.

Kion laughed, "ha, easy prey."

But the Chinese destroyer was not alone. It was covered by a squadron of planes that moved in to engage the approaching US destroyer. The unit included the jet black PLAAF aircraft that had led the charge earlier. This elite plane was faster and more maneuverable than the others, and its weapons were likely more powerful as well.

The warship's guns opened fire on the incoming aircraft, and even Kion tried engaging them with his mounted machine gun. But the lion and Jasiri needed to duck as explosions went off nearby, missiles hitting and crippling the ship's gun systems.

One fighter was destroyed, and it crashed into the sea nearby with a massive splash. As the jets came around and prepared to make another attack on the destroyer, friendly aircraft arrived and chased the Chinese jets off.

But the Gridley had been left worse for wear, smoke billowing from damaged areas, and alarms blaring all over the ship.

"We better go see what the situation is," Kion said before he and Jasiri entered the warship and moved to the bridge.

The captain of the vessel, a mountain lion, was looking over a computer screen and talking with two other sailors.

"Hey, what's going on?" Kion asked, and the Mountain lion looked up.

"Our weapon systems have been hit. We can't return fire with our main guns. But that enemy vessel we were going after is still active. Its own guns and engines have been knocked out. However, it still has its electronic warfare capabilities."

"So it's been disabled..." Jasiri said, "...but not destroyed."

"Correct. Its systems are wreaking havoc with our own sensors." He pointed to the computer screen, which was partly frozen and full of error messages. "It still poses a serious threat."

"Hmm, then we still need to destroy it. Pull up alongside the vessel, and ready the marines and sailors."

"What? What are you going to do?"

"Something they definitely won't be expecting."

Kion, followed by Jasiri, headed down to the ship's main deck, where friendly troops were preparing themselves. A fox marine opened a weapon container and handed out rifles to other troopers before tossing one to a sailor some distance away.

The two Heroes stood in front of an assembled group of troops ready to receive orders.

The US Navy vessel pulled alongside the Chinese ship as enemy troops swarmed the deck of the hostile craft.

"Follow me!" Kion yelled, raising his sword and roaring, prompting US marines and sailors to raise their weapons and let our battle cries.

Blade in hand, Kion charged towards the PLAN vessel, leaping off the deck of the American ship and landing on the enemy destroyer, cutting down a Chinese sailor as he landed.

The marines and sailors were shocked at what had just transpired. This was a pirate tactic from the age of sail. But with no better options available, the marines followed the lion, jumping onto the deck of the enemy vessel and gunning down hostile sailors.

"Forward!" The young warrior said, sprinting down the length of the ship, cutting down more enemies and deflecting their bullets with his sword.

Jasiri and US troopers were close behind, providing support with gunfire. Some marines even broke out zipline launchers and grappling hooks, using them to board the hostile vessel.

The US troops continued down the deck of the Chinese warship, engaging hostiles and putting them down as they moved. Kion sliced down an enemy trooper that had taken up positions next to a series of different-sized doors. At the same time, Jasiri unloaded her pistols on another enemy standing a few meters away.

The team moved to the series of different-sized doors and prepared to enter. Still, before they could, the doors opened, and enemy personnel of many distinct species came out with their paws or hands raised.

US troops kept their weapons leveled and ordered the PLAN troops down to the ground. But the Chinese wouldn't respond, and they all remained clustered in one big group.

Suddenly one of the enemy sailors, a female panda, yelled out in English.

"imperialist warmongers!"

Two of the surrendered troopers pulled the pins on grenades they had concealed and tossed them at the US sailors.

Jasiri and Kion reacted quickly. Kion swung his sword and hit one of the flying grenades, knocking it into the sea. The other grenade bounced to the deck, and Jasiri bravely kicked it into the water, where both explosives went off with small splashes.

The American troops and Heroes opened fire, gunning down the Chinese sailors, lest they make another attempt at fighting back with more concealed weapons. Kion even cut down one of the sailors who was starting to pull a knife.

"Damnit, what a shame," Jasiri said as the enemy troops dropped to the deck.

"They did it to themselves," Kion said.

"Yeah, your right."

Before the US sailors and marines could move inside the vessel, a small rubber boat passed close by the ship, and the Chinese gunner on board opened fire with the mounted weapon. Two marines and a sailor were taken out as the boat pulled away from the massive warship.

Kion cursed and took cover before Jack came through on the radio.

"We've got you, Kion."

Jack and Skye raced by in their boat, the fox keeping hot on the heels of the PLAN boat. Jack aimed the minigun and fired, bullets ripping through the enemy sailors. The enemy boat stopped, its operators dead, with Jack and Skye racing by, rounding a friendly warship and heading towards Midway Atoll.

"More Chinese!" Jack said, and Skye maneuvered towards a pair of hostile sailors on jet skis, armed with pistols. The sailors opened fire with their weapons, forcing the fox to duck in cover. Jack was able to engage the jet skis, taking them down.

Another jet ski with two troopers on it appeared. The second soldier on board opened fire with an assault rifle. However, he was also quickly eliminated.

"Look! Over there!" Skye said, pointing to a group of watercraft, including landing vehicles, heading towards Midway Atoll.

"Get us over there," Jack said, readying himself. At the same time, Skye maneuvered the boat into a formation of US watercraft and helicopters. Even two troopers were piloting small personal hovercraft.

The US boats and aircraft closed the distance to the hostile vessels, and once it was within firing range, Jack opened upon them with the minigun. A hail of lead took down another jet-ski and another rubber boat.

Suddenly the jet black Chinese fighter dived down towards the US watercraft, launching missiles. The missiles took down a US helicopter, sending it crashing into the sea. Another barrage of rockets destroyed a US patrol boat.

"Whoa! Ok, watch out for that!" Jack said.

Skye pulled alongside a slightly larger enemy escort craft. Jack opened fire as the gunners on board the boat returned fire. The ZIA agent took down one of the gunners, then focused fire on the vessel's hull and bridge.

The vessel soon started to smoke before it stopped moving, dead in the water.

"Landing craft!" Jack said, noticing a group of marine lizard vehicles getting closer and closer to Midway island. These were identical to the vehicles that had deployed troops during the first assault on Zootopia.

Skye pulled alongside one of the vehicles. Jack fired into the troop compartment, killing many of the Chinese soldiers being transported inside the vessel. Jack then focused his fire on the control area of the boat, hoping to kill the driver or destroy the control system.

After filling part of the vehicle with bullets, the landing craft lost control and crashed into another landing craft. Both vessels flipped over, leaving Chinese soldiers treading in the water around the wreckage.

But more landing craft had reached Midway island, and the hostile troopers onboard disembarked and charged towards the American soldiers who were set up in defensive positions in trenches. Nick and Judy were also in place, behind a rocky outcropping. The pair of ZPD officers felt a bit out of their element in the island environment. It was not urban at all, unlike the city of Zootopia, their usual stomping grounds. But they were still determined to give the battle they're all.

"South blade incoming!" An American soldier yelled before being gunned down by the fast and dark black PLAAF fighter jet that was strafing the beach to support advancing troops.

"South blade?" Judy asked as defending troops returned fire.

Nick radioed his human friend, firing arrows at the incoming enemies. "Hey Alex, would you-"

"Give me one sec, Nick."

The human-focused on a Chinese aircraft he was flying towards, flak in the air all around him. He took the shot, a missile streaking through the sky and impacting the ship's bridge, obliterating the glass windows and the mammals on the bridge, before the captain pulled his jet back up into the sky.

"I'm sorry, go ahead."

"Would you happen to know about enemy soldiers called 'South Blade'?"

"South Blade? Those are special forces soldiers capable of air, land, and sea operations. Akin to US navy seals. Eris and I will move to provide you with air support."

"Ok, better switch to something a little more powerful," Nick said, drawing a death arrow from his quiver. He fired a hail of arrows, downing three PLA troopers in quick succession.

Judy used a standard-issue ZPD pistol, supported by a tranquilizer pistol that could down even the largest mammals.

A human commander joined the two ZPD officers behind their rocky outcropping and surveyed the situation on the beach. Two more marine lizard landing craft were incoming, bringing more troops to the battle.

"Demolitions team! Get up here now!" The commander yelled.

A pair of armadillos, who were fantastic with explosives due to their natural armor, ran towards the human commander with rocket launchers. Then the team each got down on one knee and aimed their weapons.

"Fire!"

The rocket launchers fired, their projectiles streaking towards the two incoming Chinese landing craft and hitting them. The vehicles exploded in a bright orange flash and a shower of metal.

"Nice shot," Nick said. "I wish I could do that."

"You should get some arrows with explosives on them," Judy said.

Before Nick could respond, a barrage of gunfire struck nearby.

A PLA bear soldier, armed with heavy armor and an LMG, moved towards Nick and Judy, opening fire with his weapon. Simultaneously, an otter diving team with SMGs moved out of the waves and onto the shore, joining their bear ally in engaging US forces.

"Yeah... I really wish I had some explosive arrows right now!" Nick said as everyone behind the rocky outcropping took cover.

"We've got you!" Eris said over the radio as the roar of jet engines filled the sky.

Eris's eagle interceptor came in low over the beach, opening fire with its front-mounted chi blasters. Bolts of energy peppered the hostile forces on the beach, neutralizing many of the enemy soldiers.

Alex's jet followed behind, strafing the beach with machine gunfire. The planes turned around for another pass on the beach.

The bear heavy weapons soldier angrily turned his LMG towards the sky. Still, he was obliterated by missiles from the American jets.

Explosions tore through Chinese soldiers on the ground, reducing their landing craft to burning husks.

Nick, Judy, and US troops cheered and watched the jets fly above.

"Thanks for the save, guys," Judy said as the jets headed back out to sea.

"Eris, prepare to target remaining Chinese naval vessels," Alex said, pulling alongside his eagle companion.

"Way ahead of you, literally!" Eris said, engaging her afterburners and pulling forward. Captain Boehm laughed and throttled up to chase after her. The aircraft returned to the battle zone, where the United States and China continued to engage. But the scales had been tipped, with the US looking more likely to come out on top.

"Let's target that escort vessel." The captain said, prompting both jets to nosedive towards a PLAN ship. The aircraft fired hails of machine-gun bullets and chi blasts, ripping through the Chinese vessel.

Smoke and fire erupted from the ship as the aircraft pulled around for another attack run.

"Missiles away!" Eris said, the pair of jets firing missiles, streaking low above the water before impacting the hostile escort ship with a massive explosion.

The vessel started to list and soon sank beneath the waves, leaving behind only debris and stranded crew.

"We've got incoming!" Eris said, noticing a group of PLAFF bomber planes moving towards a US aircraft carrier, escorted by some fighter jets.

"This is Hero leader." Captain Boehm said into his radio. "Requesting immediate fighter reinforcements. Hostile bomber squadron moving towards the friendly carrier."

The voice of an airmammal came through the radio.

"Affirmative Hero leader, fighter squadron moving to assist. ETA 2 minutes out."

"It's going to take some time for them to get here, Eris."

"Well then, let's give them something to shoot at!"

The pair of pilots gunned their engines and made haste towards the enemy bomber formation. Pouncing on the enemy aircraft, Eris scored a critical hit on one of the bombers, causing it to lose control and crash into a Chinese fighter nearby.

Alex fired a salvo of missiles that took down one enemy aircraft and heavily damaged another. The escort craft reacted and began to engage the American planes. Bullets whizzed by Eris, the eagle having to fly erratically to avoid them.

An enemy jet fired a missile at Alex, who deployed flares to interfere with the weapon's heat-seeking capability.

The engaging aircraft danced across the sky, turning and maneuvering with immense speed and agility, pushing the machines and their pilots to the limit. Whenever a hostile plane was in their sights, the pilots opened fire with machine guns or missiles.

Eris and Alex gained the upper hand, not sustaining much damage while dishing out plenty of damage to PLAAF planes. But the bombers continued to near the American aircraft carrier.

"Eris, you keep the fighters distracted. I'll go after the bombers!"

"You got it, Alex!" The young warrior said, looping around in her aircraft, getting behind a Chinese jet, and reducing it to scrap metal.

Captain Boehm pulled behind one of the enemy bombers, unloading into it with machine guns and rockets. Flames and smoke came from the plane, which began to rapidly lose altitude.

"Fighter support arrived!" Said a voice through the radio as more US aircraft entered the battlefield, engaging the remaining bombers and fighters.  

The Heroes captain cheered and pulled around to rejoin Eris. The eagle had taken down two Chinese aircraft, but a third plane had gotten behind her and opened fire with its machine guns. Eris flew erratically and tried to shake off her pursuer, but to no avail.

"He's on me!" Eris said.

"I'm on him!" Alex responded, pulling behind the attacking jet.

The captain pressed a button on the control stick, firing the jet's machine guns. Bullets tore through the enemy aircraft, and it dove towards the sea, the pilot ejecting.

"Whew, I owe you one, Alex."

"No problem, don't mention it."

Suddenly, a high-speed jet zoomed by, the object only looking like a black blur as it passed by.

"Ok, that's something new," Eris said.

"It's not showing up on my radar as friendly." Alex said, "Assume it's hostile."

The pair pursued the aircraft into a cloud, with the other American fighters capable of finishing off the remaining Chinese planes.

Alex and Eris passed through the cloud, obscuring their view. In that brief moment of blindness, the enemy struck.

Gunfire suddenly struck both American aircraft, forcing the two pilots to move erratically to throw off the enemy. As the planes swerved, they exited the cloud, and pursuing them were 3 Chinese fighters. There were 2 standard fighters, but also a dark black and extremely customized aircraft leading the charge.

The 2 fighters went after Eris, while the head plane went straight for Alex, a voice coming through the radio.

"Hello, hero leader."

Captain Boehm recognized the voice as his own. It was his dark counterpart.

"You! Guess that explains the unique jet."

"I could say the same of you."

"Eris, where are you?"

"I've got some jets on me! Might be able to handle them, though." Eris said, dodging the incoming fire.

Alex also had to dodge and roll to avoid his counterpart's machine gunfire. The captain pulled around and opened up with machine-gun fire of his own, forcing his adversary to go on the defensive.

The aircraft flew circles around each other, both pilots trying to get the other jet in their sights. When the enemy plane was in the gun-sights, the attacker opened up with machine guns or missiles, forcing the pilot to roll or deploy flares.

As he turned his plane, Captain Boehm's vision went hazy as he felt himself about to blackout due to the immense G-forces, prompting him to slow down.

"Not a bad plane." Dark Alex said. "Engines and weapons on par with my own."

"Well, let's see who's jet is better!" The heroes captain said, firing a barrage of missiles. But the dark counterpart rolled his plane and avoided the projectiles, returning fire with machine guns.

"All US fighter craft in the vicinity!" Came a voice through the radio. "We have another enemy bomber squadron incoming!"

"Shit! Someone get on those bombers!" Alex said into the radio, knowing that those aircraft were headed for a US carrier, a ship with thousands of crew. But in this brief moment where he was focusing on the communications, Dark Alex made his move, hitting the Heroes Captain with a barrage of bullets.

"Your care. Your drive to put others before yourself... it is a weakness." The counterpart said. "It holds you back from what you need to do to achieve true strength. You'll always feel yourself chained to others. I learned that lesson long ago and heeded it."

"So that's it, you just think I'm weak?"

"Yes. You are nothing. Both you and your nation are weak and hopelessly lost. It is time for a new power to rise, which is why both you and the United States must die. So new warriors may take your place."

"Oh, so I'm just a target for you to take down and prove yourself? So you can prove your strength and establish your place in the world?"

"This is nothing more than natural selection in the wild. The strong creature devouring the weak one."

"Last time I checked, Heroes took down more of you and your band than you have done to us."

"And you shall pay dearly for it!"

Dark Alex fired a salvo of missiles. With Captain Boehm's craft already damaged, the missiles struck. The Heroes leader felt his plane shake violently as the deafening sound of an explosion and rupturing metal rang through his ears.

The captain hit the eject button, the canopy breaking away, and the seat blasting out of the damaged aircraft.

As the parachute unfolded, the captain looked around for his counterpart's aircraft. He didn't see anything, so Alex turned his attention to where he was going to land.

Below him was a PLAN aircraft carrier and an American destroyer, both heavily damaged and sitting dead in the water over a dozen meters apart. But in the water between the 2 warships was an assortment of debris. Crates of supplies had fallen off the ships, floating in the water. A variety of random scrap and wreckage littered the area. Made of all sorts of materials and even smaller vehicles that had been wrecked. A Chinese fighter floated in the water nearby, having slid off the deck of the carrier. A damaged US patrol boat sat partially sunk in the water, listing hard to the side.

The captain braced himself as he touched down in the sea, unclipping himself from his ejector seat. The Hero leader started to look around, looking up towards the US destroyer and noticing something on it. A Chinese helicopter had crashed into the vessel. Now it was sitting precariously on the deck of the ship, hanging over the water.

As the captain continued to try and get his bearings, he heard a roaring engine growing closer and closer. Looking up, the captain saw his counterpart's jet incoming, prompting Boehm to quickly swim into a large cargo container partially floating in the sea.

Dark Alex's jet engaged hover mode and started to inspect the area, searching for any sign of captain Boehm.

The captain, however, was cursing under his breath and watching the hostile plane. His plane had been destroyed, and he only had a pistol and knife to defend himself with. But this could be a valuable chance to take out his dark counterpart.

First, the captain used his knife to cut up some cargo inside the container that had been covered in a dark blue cloth. The human draped the dark cloth over his head, which would help camouflage him. Spotting the damaged patrol boat nearby, the captain waited till the hostile jet had turned away before diving into the waves and swimming as fast as possible towards the patrol boat.

Reaching the boat, Alex scrambled inside and examined the weapon controls. The main gun was still operational, and the captain immediately targeted his counterpart's jet.

The weapon fired at the unsuspecting jet, shots slamming into the plane's armor and dealing significant damage. As Alex dove back into the water, the enemy jet turned around and took aim.

Dark Alex's jet fired a missile at the wrecked patrol boat, obliterating it. Shards of debris rained down into the water near captain Boehm as he swam his way through the area.

Although damaged, the jet continued to search the area, forcing Boehm to dive underwater when he couldn't get out of the jet's view fast enough. If he came to the surface at the wrong time, the plane would shred him with its weapons. But stay underwater too long, and the captain would drown. All the while, Dark Alex scanned the water and debris for his counterpart. He could not lose. He had a customized jet, while his enemy was simply flailing around in the water. Nothing more perfectly represented the discontinuity between the pair of warriors. One was weak, and the other was strong.

Coming up to the surface out of view of the enemy plane, captain Boehm spotted another cargo container nearby floating in the water. This container was marked with symbols identifying the contents as explosives.

The young warrior made his way over to the container, hiding behind debris and diving beneath the waves when he had to keep out of sight of his counterpart's view.

Once he reached the container, he opened it up, finding explosive material and detonation equipment. Boehm quickly armed some of the explosives, setting up a timer. Once everything was ready, it was time to get his counterpart's attention.

"HEY, OVER HERE!" Alex said, waving his hands and trying to get noticed. The deception worked, and once the jet turned towards him, the captain dove back beneath the waves as the jet fired its machine guns. The bullets missed the young warrior and hit the damaged aircraft carrier as Alex swam as fast as he could underwater.

Once at a safe distance, the human came to the surface and gasped for air, the constant diving taking a toll. Meanwhile, the hostile jet advanced towards the location where Alex had been, searching for the captain. But then the container of explosives detonated, a massive fireball engulfing Dark Alex's jet. The aircraft nearly lost control, spinning and turning before its pilot could regain control.

As the jet turned towards him again, captain Boehm retreated into the US destroyer. Swimming through a hole that had been blown in the side of the ship by weapons fire. However, the enemy jet must have seen something because it moved closer to investigate.

Swimming around inside the ship, the captain realized he was in some sort of control room. There was equipment for controlling electrical systems, engines, and the ship's ballast tanks. Alex suddenly realized something and immediately swam over to the machinery that controlled the ship's ballast tanks, taking care to avoid any exposed electrical equipment. He listened closely and looked towards the hole in the side of the destroyer. His counterpart was still there. With that, Alex activated the pumps, filling the ballast tanks along one side of the ship with water while removing water from the tanks on the other side of the vessel.

The ship slowly listed more to the side. Eventually, the Chinese helicopter hanging from the destroyer fell off the side of the vessel, hitting Dark Alex's jet as it splashed into the water. The hostile plane was heavily damaged, smoke emitting from its engines. Its villainous pilot was filled with rage. How could his top-of-the-line aircraft be bested by his inferior counterpart, and what could be found amongst wreckage. He angrily fired at the damaged US destroyer but could only get a few shots off before the weapon system stopped working due to the damage. Dark Alex turned his aircraft back towards the sky. With no other offensive measures, he started to limp back towards a still active Chinese aircraft carrier.

Hearing the sounds of aircraft engines fade, captain Boehm emerged from the destroyer, catching a glimpse of his counterpart's black jet flying into the distance. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself. With nothing more than wreckage, the Heroes leader defeated his dark double, who had been piloting an elite aircraft. But his pride suddenly turned to concern as he heard another aircraft approaching. He spun around, wondering how he was going to defeat this second enemy plane. But he breathed a sigh of relief once he saw that it was Eris's dark blue eagle interceptor. The eagle pilot put the aircraft in hover mode and opened the cockpit, flapping her wings and flying over to the human in the water.

"So, how'd your big fancy jet work out?" Eris laughed, hovering just above her friend.

"Just get me out of here," Alex said, reaching his arms up towards the eagle.

Eris flew around behind the human and grabbed him under the arms, rapidly flapping her wings to lift him out of the sea.

"Your all wet!" Eris said, "water is heavy!"

Despite the weight of the water, Eris was able to pick up the human and deposit him into the passenger's seat behind the pilot's chair in the cockpit of her interceptor.

"Try not to get water all over me or my controls." The eagle said, sitting back down, closing the canopy, and flying off back up into the sky.

"Get me back to the Typhoon. I need to get back out there." the captain said.

"Get back out there? Look around you."

The captain looked out the cockpit window at the area around Midway. Wreckage was strewn everywhere as ships sank beneath the waves. But there was a lot more wreckage from PLAN vessels than US naval vessels. The Chinese had suffered a massive defeat, stopped dead in their tracks by the US navy, marines, and air force.

"What about that second squadron of bombers?"

"Don't worry, Alex, I dealt with them. They're nothing but wreckage now."

Eris flew low and slow over Midway island, and the pair could see the smoldering wreckage of PLAAF bombers and fighter planes. They also spotted Nick and Judy capturing some Chinese soldiers, with backup from American troops. Jack and Skye had parked their boat nearby and were helping to oversee the operation.

Eris then turned towards the Chinese vessel Kion and Jasiri had helped capture. The interceptor did a victory lap around the ship as US forces on the deck raised their fists and cheered, including the two Heroes aboard the vessel.

The eagle pilot then moved towards the US fleet, steaming past the wreckage of burning enemy vessels and collecting stranded sailors. At the head of the armada was the Typhoon, the crown jewel of the US fleet. The captain could barely believe it.

"Wow….Looks like we won." He said.

"Heh, you can say that again."

Some Chinese naval vessels and jets had managed to flee. But most of their fleet had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. US ships cut through the waves while American aircraft streaked through the sky. No PLAN forces were left to hold the line. Midway belonged to the United States.

[clussysposts]

ABC's with Alexei Stranger Things

{+18 warning Russian dialogue in bold italic}

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Say it with me ya'll: CUDDLES Doesn't matter the pace, whether the moment was rough or sweet, you bet Alexei will cuddle you afterward. He'll hold your head against his chest and rub circles around your back, but don't get too comfortable around this purring Russian because round two will soon commence.

B = Body part (their fav body part of theirs and their partner) Alexei can't get enough of your hair. He loves finger combing it to relax you and he's made a habit of twirling it around his index when you're close to him on the couch watching tv. During intimacy, doesn't matter the potion, he'll have his face buried in your hair. The smell of your shampoo and the softens of it against his face is his drug of choice at this point. Alexei was indifferent when it came to his appearance, but when you started calling his chubby cheeks cute every second you could he had no other choice but to believe it.

C= Cum CREAMPIES there I said it. But that's not all, oh no, if Alexei comes somewhere else, let's say your stomach, he will be overwhelmed with the image before him. As if in a trance, he'll start working his cum all over your soft stomach the same way he'd rub sunblock on your back. The first time he did this it caught you off guard. You bit your lip shyly as he made a slutty mess, and when the sensation of his big hand made you moan he whispered to himself, "My love looks so cute covered in my seed."

D = Dirty Secret There's honestly no secrets between you two. He has lost all shame around you and you love it.

E = Experience Alexei's sexuality peaked during college years. His priority was getting the best grades in the class, but like any other horny person, he didn't turn down the classmates that found his intellect plain out hot. Once getting tangled with the wrong people, there wasn't much time in his schedule to tend his needs...

F = Favorite position (graphic) Having you on your stomach, your sweet moans muffled by the pillow as he's pleasing you from behind is one of his favorite position... You straddling him? Heaven. Though that won't stop the Kamasutra and sexy dice from being used.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment, or are they humorous, etc.) Boi is goofy 25/8 During sex isn't an exception! Looney Tunes has messed with that man's head, I tell ya. Now then, don't be surprised when he howls, whistles and stomps his foot like a horny wolf while you show off your new lingerie. You'll be mid moan when a wave of laughter hits you both hard enough to fall off the bed.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) When it comes to grooming, he doesn't do nor demand much from their partner (though a landing strip gets him going) He's area is low maintenance meaning the occasional trim is good enough.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment) Wishing to fuck the days away like two horny teenagers with no other care in the world but make the other one happy...then reality kicks in like a blow to the nuts, so you both end up late for work again. Yup, let's go with that ^_^ don't wanna get all corny n shit.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon) When you two were just friends, Alexei had no choice but to take matters in his own hands (literally) Now having reached a sexual relationship with you, he doesn't have the need as often. He rather you do the handy work for him. Two handjob puns?

K = Kink *clears throat*

L = Location The bed, a classic. It's way more comfortable there considering the length of time doing it, and if he's going to be unconscious afterward he might as well be in bed, to begin with. When he's feeling sentimental he'll ask you to meet him on the couch, like the first time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Your smell, your laugh, your smile, the way you bite your thumb and drink from a straw, and suck on a lollipop, and when you curse in Russian and get on your tippy-toes to kiss him... You, just you and all of you all the time, bye.

N = NO You two crazy fucks are open to trying everything an anything, long as both of you are down for it.

O = Oral He'll devour you before going to work and call it the most impart meal of the day. Sooner or later one of you is getting fired.

P = Pace (fast, rough, slow, sensual? Etc.) All of the above at the same time with no warning.

Q = Quickie No such thing, unless you count the Oral headcanon.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Alexei has taken risks, like that one time he almost made you crash your car through 7 Eleven because PERVERT OVER HERE had the great idea of touching you while driving.

S = Stamina (how many rounds and how long) To keep it short, as homeboy Newton once said, an object in motion stays in motion...with the exception of the same speed and direction. So yeah, until one taps out or it is time for work.

T = Toy Once comfortable enough you got your lovely toys out to play. The look on his face when you moved the pink vibrator over his go-to khaki pants was priceless, and after a few waves of pleasure, his face matched the toy! Your love was so eager to see you work your magic on him and yourself that he marked his pants. "Alexei, honey, do you wanna see what I did those lonely nights when you were the only thing in my mind?"

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) No teasing on his behalf. Who's he fooling? You both know he has it bad.

V = Volume He tried his best to keep quiet at first. You knew he was holding back a melody by the way he chewed his lip. Lovingly, you placed a hand on his jaw and tugged his lower lip with your thumb and begged to hear him... Baby boi couldn't hold his moans and grunts any longer from you. Him swearing in Russian? Fuck me up.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon) For the first Halloween together you thought it would be funny to dress as your hubby, Alexei. You wore his signature white button-down shirt and a pair of khakis that were folded at the bottom to accommodate your stature. Alexei was on the couch watching Looney Tunes when you took his glasses from behind to finish off your look. He turned around confused and looked at you up and down squinting. "How do I look?" You posed with jazz hands. "What exactly am I looking at?" He joked. Laughing you gave him back his glasses so he could see your outfit clearly. Seeing you had him lost for words. The love of his life wearing his clothing and looking THAT good in them????? Trick or Treat was out the window. Done. Tonight he had other plans in mind.

X = X-Ray Oh, he THICC

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive) With both your work schedules and fighting the government on the side Alexei finds himself wishing there were more numbers on the clock and an eighth day of the week so he could enjoy more domestic bliss with you.

Z = zzzz After so many rounds Alexei is ready to recharge. You cuddled up against his chest when suddenly he rolls on his back and lets out a snore. You giggle at the look on his face, all pink and warm to the touch and the cute twitching of his nose with every puff. You rest your head on his chest, the snoring lessening, to mumble an I love you before meeting him in the land of dreams.

Note: IDK what possessed me to write this MESS in one sitting but here we are hornier and dumber than before. If you make alphabets for Alexei please tag me. What was your fav letter if any?

[konako]

omggg could you imagine if they did something with the 3 little pigs with the wolf idk what the plot twist could be im not that creative. or they could have done the something with wolf in sheep's clothing or the Shepard boy n the wolf with David bc he an actual Shepard child

*cracks knuckles*

The Three Little Pigs storyline – should have been revenge tale.

We’re in Storybrooke, now. The curse broke, things are starting to settle back to a new normal again… but, just in the background, there are a lot of people realizing who they are, who they were, and who their enemies were, in this new reality. Unfinished business are starting to become a problem.

Three brothers have been hunting the Wolf down since before the events of Red Handed, but they could never get close enough to her (or piece together that Red was the Wolf). But now, it’s after Child of The Moon, Red’s poorly kept secret is officially out to the whole town, and now these three men are out for revenge.

(We could make them police officers, to honor their past professions in FTL, but that’d complicate the pig analogy, sooooooooooooo)

Their grudge is clear: back when she had no control, Red’s wolf destroyed their village, their homes, broke apart their families and left them with nothing. They never recovered, and now they want to make her pay.

***

An episode with three acts. Each for every brother’s attempt at trapping and hurting Ruby. Each is more effective than the last, until the final one manages to seriously get to her.

The B story is her private reaction to it all, talking to Belle about it, trying to come to terms with all that her wolf has done before she could control it, and Belle reassuring her that she’s not at fault, and shouldn’t punish herself.

***

First one. They track her down during one of her morning runs. The camera follows her stupidly fast pace, until it reveals a man hiding behind a tree, just watching her, learning her routine. He has an rope in hands.

The next day, he sets a trap in the track, just hidden in the dirt. She comes close, earbuds in. She runs to it, he pulls at the rope, she trips and falls hard, rolling far and skipping painfully on the ground.

Before she can understand what happened and move to get to her feet, a giant rope nest thingy rises from the dirt, swapping her inside, pulling her up and hanging her from this tall tree, much like Charming once trapped Snow in FTL.

She’s all what the fuck. The guy approaches, she’s still like what the fuck. 

He shares his grievance. He explains he was from a family of feared and respected hunters, in charge of their village. He tells her how the Wolf attack destroyed their lives. How they lost the respect of their people. How they lost the respect of their peers, their loved ones, the respect they had for themselves.

Her hearts breaks a little bit more. She apologizes and explains she had no control over the wolf, but he is beyond reason, he’s all rage and wounded pride.

He takes a taser from his back pocket and steps closer to stun her, still going on about this ruined life and her fault for it, but she’s had enough. She’s fuck no. 

With hardly any force, she rips through the net and falls perfectly on her feet, in front of him. (It looks absolutely bad-ass and effortless and she kinda knows it) He is shitting his pants now. She was just protecting his ego, pretending to struggle with the rope. 

She sighs, “I’m really sorry”, and disappears running. His plan has failed.

B plot: Ruby talks to Belle, over tea and crackers, about all this sudden drama. Proper Red Beauty content is ahead.

***

Next act. Ruby is still feeling bad about it. All the things she's done as a wolf are starting to pull her down again. It’s a shitty day to serve costumers in the diner, but she has to occupy her mind somehow, or she’ll sink. 

This strange guy sitting in the far corner keeps studying her, creeping her out. He smells kind of weird, too. She doesn’t like it, but she tries to ignore him. 

Her shift is over, she’s cleaning up the diner, and goes to throw the trash out. Her hearing picks up some strange noises coming from inside. She rushes back in.

The same weird guy from before is waiting for her inside the empty diner, a barrel by his feet. The whole place smells weird. Like alcohol and gasoline. And it’s all him.

She frowns. He explains the same tragedy from the last guy, but this time in more detail: the lost sentimental possessions and the crushing poverty they faced afterwards, the crippling hunger, the violence born out of desperation, and the depression.

She apologizes again. This is killing her. “I’m sorry”

But yet again, it’s in vain. This brother doesn’t want her apology either. He takes the barrel in hands and pours the liquid on the floor. This is definitely gasoline. Ruby panics.

He explains that he lost everything to the wolf. His livelihood, his home, his belongings. And he’ll do the same to her.

Ruby tries to reason, but the guy won’t listen. He grabs the lighter. She runs to him in a flash and takes it out of his hands, stunning him with her speed. But he was ready for it.

He had a silver knife tucked in his jacked, and he slashes at her, cutting her arm. Silver hurts like a bitch, but Ruby doesn’t have the time to complain. The guy tries to cut her again, but she pushes him a little bit too hard towards the exit, a growl barely contained in her chest.

He bursts through the door and falls on his back on the ground outside. Ruby steps out of the diner, holding her injured arm.

”Please. Stop. I’m sorry”. She sighs again, and closes the door.

B plot. Belle takes care of Ruby’s injury, in the closed library. Ruby explains she cleaned up the diner, so even she couldn’t smell the gasoline. She doesn’t want Granny to worry – or worse: pay for her mistakes. She couldn’t bare see her grandmother losing the diner over Red’s actions. This is tearing her apart.

Belle promises she’ll be at her side, no matter what. That they’ll talk to David and sort this out, so the men don’t bother her again. 

Little did they know, the last brother was listening in by the window. Oooooh. 

***

Final act. The last brother.

Ruby takes a few days off work to clear her head and calm down. She spends her time with Belle, in Belle’s home. They talk and have a good time, unaware that the last guy is watching their every move.

The next night, he has a plan.

Ruby is out grocery shopping. Picking the wine and the cheese, when her phone rings. It’s Belle. That’s odd. They weren’t supposed to meet for another two hours. She picks it up, but a man’s voice is on the other line.

The final brother. Ruby almost drops everything. The man tells her the full story. He tells her of the night the Wolf destroyed their village, and it’s all the same from the two brothers before: lost respect, lost possessions, but this time… he reveals they lost a forth brother, the oldest one, who tried to face the Wolf.

Her stomach turns.

Ruby knows where this is going, she can hear Belle’s muffled grunts in the background of the call. And she barely listens to his rambling, as the man continues explaining his plans for revenge – she’s running full speed to Belle’s home.

The door is locked, but that is not a problem for a wolf. Even with an injured arm, she pushes with enough force to break the lock and open the door. She steps in. Everything is dark. She can make out a few sounds in the silence. She walks up the stairs, where she can hear Belle’s breathing sound more erratic. 

She’s at the living room now, and she can smell more than Belle, and she knows the guy is in there. “RUIRYY” is the muffled sound Belle can make, through her gag.

The lights turn on and Ruby’s sensitive eyes take a moment to adjust. Belle is tied to a chair and the last brother stands next to her. Behind him, the other two, looking angrier than before. 

She pleads with them to let her go, but again – it doesn’t work. The second brother holds a knife to Belle’s throat, while the last one steps forward.

“You took everything from us”, he says, and walks to her.

Ruby prepares to engage, but before she can decide on a plan of attack to take all three, a weird hissing noise rises from the ground, and soon the room is filling up with purple smoke. Wolfsbane. She’s heard of this. She knows it’s not good news for her.

She tries her hardest not to breathe. She tries to fight, even then. But the final brother is prepared. He presses a device, and a loud LOUD high-pitched noise shakes the sound system around them, turning Ruby’s gifted hearing into a disadvantage. 

She tries to push through, but it’s getting harder. The second brother nudges the blade closer to Belle’s skin, and Belle’s gasp is Ruby’s undoing. She breathes in to call her name, and the smoke gets to her. She’s choking, coughing. She falls to her knees, holding her throat.

Everything goes black.

***

Hours pass. She wakes up.

Now Ruby is tied up too, but it’s finally a decent job from the kidnappers. Thick chains around her, locked to a pipe. She’s facing them, facing Belle. Belle was crying.

“I’m sorry,” she says, voice hoarse and out of breath, “I’m sorry, please, do what you want to me, but please don’t hurt her. She’s got nothing to do with it! Please”

“Our brother asked the same,” is the cold response to her. 

 She tries to break the chains, but she’s weak from the wolfsbane. It’s useless. 

Meanwhile, in true TV Show fashion, Belle is secretly working on the knots on her wrists, as the older brother goes on with his revenge monologue.

Ruby is devastated. She keeps apologizing. She keeps bargaining for Belle’s life. Nothing.

Eventually, her gaze falls on Belle, and they make eye contact. They know each other well enough now, that they can communicate without words. Ruby notices Belle is loosening the rope around her wrists, and Belle points her eyes at the window. Belle has a plan, it seems. Ruby follows the order, and looks at the window. The moon is waning. It’s not full, but it’s enough. 

Ruby breathes in, worried. Are you sure about this? is the mute question she shoots Belle with her eyes. Trust me. Is Belle’s reply. Wait for my signal. She tells Ruby, with a tilt of her head towards the knife held close to her neck.

Ruby nods.

The last brother is still on about their tragedy, but Ruby hasn’t been paying attention. She’s got her eyes on Belle.

A frantic moment of waiting, and Belle manages to free her hands, but she doesn’t move just yet. Ruby waits. Belle looks at her in the eyes, and nods. This is it.

Ruby breathes in. She looks back at the man. “I’m sorry,” she says.

“Stop saying that” He replies. Then, it all happens at once.

Belle uses her free hands to take her gag off and hold on the second brother’s arm. She bites down on his hand, canines and all, hard. He drops the knife and screams in pain. 

The other brothers turn to the commotion, and Ruby takes the opportunity.

She transforms. The chains explode (yep, they wouldn’t have held in Child of The Moon, after all, good to know) There’s a low, thundering growl, and a huge wolf stands where once Ruby was sitting. 

There’s a palpable shift in the room, as the three brothers freeze in fear. 

Belle is still tied at the waist, and the brother closest to her realizes it, and tries to recover from his hurt hand and grab the knife back. Belle kicks it away, under the furniture. 

Ruby’s wolf runs to Belle, and rips the rope with its teeth. Belle exhales, and stands up. She taps the wolf’s head, like a dog. We’re meant to understand, then, that Belle is familiar and comfortable with Ruby’s wolf.

Most importantly, Ruby is totally in control.

And so the scene is set. Belle stands next to a giant wolf, as it stares around the room at the three brothers, who are now shaking, shrinking in fear.

“She’s in control” Belle finally says, and the younger brother jumps at the slightest noise. “Now, she finally is”

They look at the wolf, and it seems surprisingly human, now. Nothing like the beast that tore their lives apart. It’s not even growling, not even showing its teeth, not even its posture is aggressive. It truly looks like a big muscular dog.

The wolf understands their train of thought. It walks closer to them, slowly, carefully, trying not to make a sudden move. 

And, like it did with David, it sits down and bows its head. The wolf is whimpering, and it’s a sad, vulnerable sound, coming from a large beast:

I’m sorry.

Silence. The brothers are resistant, still. Belle stares them down, walking next to the wolf. She’s more threatening than Ruby, at the moment.

“You’ve suffered enough. But so has she. You have no idea.” 

Silence.

“Please.”

The oldest brother steps back, and it’s the cue for the other two.

“We can’t forgive her,” he says. Yet, there is a hint of a truce in his voice.

The wolf lets out a breath that sounds like a sob. Belle strokes her head again.

“Neither can she,” Belle sighs, “But this won’t help you. Any of you,” a moment, and Belle looks down at Ruby, who’s still bowing her big head. “I beg of you, leave her alone. Our old lives have taken enough from us. We have a new chance, now. Let’s make it better. Please.”

Tense, tense silence. It holds for too long.

Blue and red lights come in through the window, and the sirens sound a single alarm. The police, or David, was alerted, and is coming to help.

The brothers look at each other. Shit. 

And they run out. The older brother holds for a moment longer at the door, looking back at Ruby. We can’t decipher his expression completely, but it’s not the same as before. Maybe, he finally listened.

But we don’t know. They disappear.

Belle is left alone with Ruby. She looks down at the wolf, now sitting defeated on the floor. She pats her head. “You did good,” she reassures “You did good”

Zoom out, and the scene ends on a low note.

***

The next day. They’re at the diner. Granny and David are being filled in. They have already expressed their worries and disgust over the men’s actions, and David promises that he’ll look into it.

Ruby shrugs. She says something that supports her stance of “Regina thought she was punishing us by erasing who we were. But I think she underestimated how much crap we wanted to forget” -- which is a CANON LINE, actually said. But is a prelude to that -- it’s the first time Ruby shyly voices that opinion.

It worries David, Granny and Belle. 

But Belle, always the optimist, gives her a side hug. Ruby looks down at her, and it means a lot more than a simple look. She sees the Belle that saved her, just the night before. The Belle that stood up for her, protected her and comforted her.

Her green eyes light up. “Thank you”, she whispers to Belle. And Belle recognizes the weight and the sentiment there. 

She nods, “Always”

Belle looks away and continues her conversation, but Ruby’s eyes linger on her face. The expression that once was of sadness and hurt, turns slightly happier, more grateful. Maybe this life is not so bad...

And the episode ends with a hopeful Red Beauty vibe.

Fin.

[crows-murder]

Introverted Riley

hey there

it’s me

ya boi

back at it again with headcanons ‘n shit

also, if the other two were funny and light-hearted, it will not be the case for Riley

or Mac for that case

#sorrynotsorry

Riley was not a quiet child

she liked to tell people everything that was on her mind.

she liked to make her presence known

it wasn’t this different in school until fourth grade.

she just stopped being loud.

she was loud and proud with her friends and family, loud laughter, loud personality, loud footsteps.

she didn’t want to be ignored.

but when her parents started going wrong and were yelling at each other, she felt sad and angry.

she didn’t have any reason to be loud in class anymore.

she kept more to herself and her friends group and talked less to people she didn’t know.

when her parents divorced halfway through fourth grade, it wasn’t long before her mom couldn’t afford the house anymore and they had to move.

Diane needed a change so she decided to move cities entirely.

at the new school Riley went to she stayed silent unless she was talked to and never failed to snap easily when she was angered.

she was a firecracker, snapping easily and the bursts of anger never lasting long.

the teachers tried to be understanding. it was the recent divorce, Riley was confused and needed time.

Riley was confused. she was told time would make it easier, but she didn’t believe it.

she didn’t understand why her parents divorced, how they could fall out of love. she did understand that her dad had started to come home smelling like the beer her mom would order at that restaurant they used to go for her birthday.

she understood that sometimes, during their arguments, her dad would hit Diane.

she knew her dad was a bad person, but she didn’t know why he was bad. he used to be good.

her dad hurt her mom and many nights, when she heard his footsteps, she would have a brief moment where she felt afraid that he would come in her room and hurt her.

that was why she was confused. because she feels hurt and guilty over being afraid of her own father.

for their first Christmas without Elwood, Diane got Riley a computer, hoping to distract her daughter from their world, slowly falling apart.

it did help.

when Riley couldn’t sleep, she’d play around on the computer. 

when her mom came later, looking more and more tired and weary, Riley would pass the time on her computer.

she became better and better on her computer and suddenly that wasn’t enough to deal with her confusing emotions.

she took the computer apart to understand the wiring, borrowed books on electronics, and discovered that she could hack into her neighbor’s WiFi.

after that, she started hacking, playing around and creating simple games of her own wasn’t enough.

she needed something that could occupy her brain for hours until she forgot her emotions.

she developed algorithms and challenged her hacking skills.

she was ten and a half when she proudly announced to her mom that she would study computer engineering and help create better computer softwares.

her mom was just happy to see that Riley was finally passionate about something again instead of angry and sad.

she was eleven when Diane started dating Jack

Riley had no idea how to feel about it, and she was back to being confused and angry and sad.

she didn’t want her dad to be replaced, but her mom looked happy. happier than she had this past year.

Jack took some of Diane’s stress and contributed as much as he could around the house.

Riley stayed in her room with her computer, shoving her feeling away and focusing on her algorithms.

she couldn’t find it in her to trust Jack.

he reminded her of her dad; calloused hands, burly figure and indifferent face

she may remain quiet, but she watches and assesses him.

she began doing that to people, assessing them to see if they were a threat to her or her mom.

she saw how his face lit up when Diane smiled or laugh, how he was always ready to help out with chores or dinner, how he didn’t get angry when Diane turned down a date, how he tried so hard to get close to Riley.

once, Jack asked Diane if she and Riley wanted to meet his dad.

Diane agreed, and they drive to Texas to the Daltons’ ranch.

Riley is apprehensive, but Dalton Sr. asked her to come forward and tell her why she was afraid of him.

she didn’t answer, but that didn’t discourage him.

he told Riley stories about his days in Vietnam.

he told her how his fellow soldiers had haunted looks of trauma whenever they were triggered after the war.

he told her he saw that in her eyes and promised that if Jack ever hurt her or Diane, he would have a nice long chat with his son.

Riley smiled at that and the rest of the visit was much more relaxed.

afterwards, Riley decides to give Jack a chance and lowers her walls one by one, still slowly and cautiously.

Jack starts taking her out to a local arcade for pizza and skee-ball (instant regret) for quality bonding time.

he tries (heavy on the ‘tries’) to give her advice and tells her so many stories (her favorite are the ones about his army days)

once Jack takes Riley out to laser tag, and she finds it childish, but she has more fun than she had in a long time.

on her twelfth birthday, Jack gets her a brand new computer that Diane couldn’t afford but knew that would please Riley.

Diane wonders for the hundredth time how she got so lucky to meet someone like Jack.

with Jack around, she starts to relax, and life becomes good for a bit.

she even becomes encouraged to talk to students at her school, attempt to make more friends.

Riley feels better than she did since her dad left. she feels like she has a dad again.

and then one night Elwood shows up, drunk and angry and starts shouting and lands a hit on Diane and it’s all it takes for Jack to jump on the man and throw punch after punch, his mind blank with rage.

he only feels the ravaging guilt later, when the adrenaline slows down and he realizes what he’s done.

he’s in shock and doesn’t register Elwood climbing up to see Riley.

Riley hears him and locks the door, sitting against the door, weeping quietly and shaking as she listens to him telling her how Jack attacked him.

he’s lying and she hates it

she was awake during the argument and heard it all.

she’d been playing on her brand new computer instead of sleeping and heard the entire argument, and it hadn’t been hard to piece it all together.

when Elwood left, no one slept that night.

Riley doesn’t know how to feel anymore

Elwood is her dad, she should hate Jack for hurting him

but Elwood hurt Diane and Jack protected her.

for the next couple of days, things are tense again.

Riley is thinking again, she grows quiet and reserved, avoiding everyone.

she can barely stand looking at Jack because he looks so damn guilty every time he looks at her.

when Jack makes eye contact with Riley he looks terrible and so so sorry.

Riley wants to tell him it’s okay, that she doesn’t hate him, that she’s thankful he saved her mom

but she doesn’t

because she doesn’t know how

she later wishes she had, and wonders if it would have made a difference.

when Riley’s in 8th grade, Jack breaks up with Diane. Jack leaves her.

She refuses to get out of her room all day, and her mom calls the school to tell them she’s sick. she cries all day, the door locked, her mom spending most of the day right outside the door, waiting for it to unlock, tears rolling down her own face.

Riley is sad and angry and Jack, but mainly at herself.

and everything changes after Jack.

Riley builds her walls higher and sturdier, promising to herself that she wouldn’t let anyone deceive and hurt her this deeply ever again.

she shuts herself off completely from everyone, spending all her free time with her nose stuck in her computer screen.

she becomes careless, because after all, what was the point of being careful? the world was going to hurt her, it didn’t care what she did.

her grades dropped as she didn’t turn in homeworks and failed tests and assignments.

she easily hacks into the school system and alters her grades on her report card.

she gets caught and gets suspended for a week.

Diane tries to help her daughter, but she can’t afford a therapist and she’s away at work to make ends meet and can’t spare any time.

Riley finds it easier to be reckless and careless.

she sets off the fire drills twice, and the sprinkler system once.

it’s too easy to alter the bell schedule.

at one point, she creates a facial recognition algorithm and uses it to try to find Jack, but it comes empty (unaware that Jack is with the Delta Force by then) and feels angry at him and herself.

her mom dates other men afterwards, but none of them are Jack

Riley used to be the quiet kid who never talked to anyone.

the introvert.

the loner.

but now she’s angry.

she gets more detentions in high school. her teachers refer to her as a “troubled student”

she’s angry and bold. people leave her alone, get out of her way, avoid her.

she’s no longer the loner, she’s a lone wolf, baring her teeth when she feels threatened.

she’s not a firecracker like she was in fifth grade, popping angrily for a few seconds before fizzling out

she’s thunder and lightning, loud and angry and dangerous, holding her chin up in defiance, her eyes swirling with storm clouds, almost daring people to betray her.

by her sophomore year, the fire and thunder is gone, leaving behind a girl who’s lost and numb.

she wasn’t sad. that was when she was ten and her dad had ruined their family. she wasn’t angry anymore, like when she was fourteen. she’s just lost and directionless.

her grades pick up and she tries to rekindle her dream to study computer engineering.

Diane thinks that her daughter is finally healing, finally trying to put their family back together with her.

but Diane struggled with money, with their taxes. Riley had to pick up a job, but that wasn’t enough.

she knew she was good with a computer, and people could use her skills and she could use the money.

she gets jobs-- shady jobs from shadier people-- but she has long since forgotten what it was like to be a good person when the world seemed to refuse to give her a happy life.

by then end of her senior year, she’s hacking more than her school’s sprinkler system, but the money is good for her mom.

but she becomes more famous, and she stopped believing in her dream years ago when Elwood came back and Jack left them.

it becomes her job. she’s a well known hacker on the dark web, for money she does jobs that seem shady, but she can still sleep at night. 

but that quickly spins out of control. she’s asked to hack the NSA and she can’t. she may not be a good person, but she’s not a bad person. when her mother is threatened she does the only thing she can: she hacks the NSA but makes sure to get caught. prisoner over traitor makes all the difference.

she was a lone wolf who tried to control her life and her emotions, avoided emotional attachment, but somehow things still spun out of control.

once upon a time she was eleven with a dream of being a computer engineer and a man who was basically her father

now she’s twenty facing five years in a supermax with no directions and no options.

sometimes the fairy tale doesn’t end with “and they lived happily ever after” Riley thinks bitterly.

[caribouwritings]

Wolf and Fox with a female bounty hunter s/o who wasn't scared or intimidated by them when she first met them in fact she laughed at their attempts to scare her away, So imagine there shock when their spitfire of girlfriend was rendered timid and shy as a rabbit in the presence of her father. a very feared and untouchable mercenary. [think Jack Sparrow and his father Tengu in pirates 3] who his little girl found love and wants to meet the man.

————

Wolffe:

- Wolffe likes being considered intimidating, it’s like a secret power that he can look at someone and they cower

- He’s a little amused, usually the people who don’t fear him end up annoying him (*cough cough* C-3PO) although he isn’t amused with you laughing in his face

- The idea of meeting their family never was something he was interested in, yet he’s curious why his s/o is trembling

- Meeting their farther, he’s practically made of rock and does not show any fear (if he even has any) and will laugh at his s/o afterwards

———

Fox:

- He’s got too much on his mind and refuses their interest over and over again, and eventually just gives up (Fox sighs, “you again? If you’re going to bother me, you can help me with my patrol then.”)

- Fox is in denial it’s a relationship because he’s pretty sure he’ll get in trouble and he’s a stickler for following rules, but he does smile a little when they tease him about their secret relationship

- He is so against meeting the father, even more so when he hears their father is a mercenary, Fox is literally in charge of the Coruscant Guard and wants to not want that interfering with any future arrests

- When he finally meets the father, it’s short and hostile, and s/o will see how much Fox cares about his place in the Republic

[queenmina37]

#19: Drive

So, yay, Yusaku isn’t from Satellite!

When Yusei went out for a drive, the outcome was always rather unusual. Jack and Crow were used to that. Whenever Jack left for a drive, he came back home and had nothing to tell them, because nothing happened. When Crow went out for a drive, he usually came home chattering about the feeling of freedom and wind or complaining about people who didn’t know how to drive. But when Yusei went out for a drive… there was no way to say what would happen. It was like Yusei came across the most bizarre things when he went out alone. When he came back and told them what had happened, Jack and Crow always found themselves more or less confused and wondering how he came across all this stuff.

 (They had a ranking of the most bizarre things, and Crow’s absolute favorite was the one when Yusei nearly drove over some man, only for him to turn into a wolf and run away, with Yusei high on his heels because what the hell did I just see? and Yusei eventually being outrun and coming home and being just as confused as Jack and Crow were after he explained what had happened (They forced him to bed afterwards, because his lack of sleep was the only possible explanation for that one))

 Yusei was the only one who wasn’t really aware of this fact, though. When he left for a drive, he didn’t understand why Jack and Crow were snickering, why they got a light in their eyes, like they were awaiting something amusing to happen. He didn’t understand and just ignored them, enjoying the feeling of the wind, enjoying the hum of the engine as he just let himself drive through the streets.

 Tonight, though… something was different.

 Just as he was turning the corner, he came face-to-face with a teenager who had a panicked look in his green eyes. In an instant, Yusei felt mesmerized by those eyes, so bright and green.

 And then, the moment passed and Yusei heard someone shout. “Catch him!”

 The teen looked behind him, cursing under his breath. With a jolt, Yusei realized that the teen was being chased by someone. By the sounds of it, though, there were quite a few people after him, running and demanding he be caught. None of them sounded like they were from Security, though (and Yusei knew most people there. How sad.).

 In a split second, Yusei thought of his options. But those green, green eyes overcame his logical mind and without thinking about it, he reached out for the teen. “Quick, come on!”

 The teen looked at him in distrust.

 “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know you’re being chased”, Yusei quickly spoke. “They’ll catch you at this rate. Jump on.”

 “… Who are you?” the teen asked, still distrustful.

 “Fudo Yusei”, Yusei said. “I just want to help you.”

 “… Fujiki Yusaku”, the teen still didn’t look like he trusted him, but he climbed on as Yusei moved to make room for him at the back.

 “Nice to meet you, though the situation isn’t the best possible”, Yusei shot a smile over his shoulder as Yusaku circles his arms around his waist. “Hold on.”

 Yusaku’s hold tightened as the D-Wheel shot off in an opposite direction. The shouts were left behind them as they shot through the streets, fading into nothing as they made it far enough.

 They rode pretty far away, before Yusaku tugged on his shirt. “We’re far enough. Let me go.”

 Yusei didn’t want to. He didn’t want to leave the teen on his own. Yet, Yusaku was tense and seemed to want to get off. Maybe he didn’t like D-Wheels, or maybe it was just their proximity to one another.

 Yusei pulled over, shifting a little on his seat so that Yusaku could get off. The teen turned to him, his green eyes… conflicted, for some reason. His face was blank as he spoke. “… Thanks, for that.”

 “No problem”, Yusei smiled. “Are you going to be okay? That wasn’t Security chasing you. I could give you a ride over to them, and you could report those guys, if you want to. I know people over there, so they should be able to do something, even at this time of the day.”

 Yusaku looked even more conflicted. “No, I’m fine… It’s really not necessary. I’ll be fine on my own. I’m sorry for being an inconvenience.”

 “Nonsense”, Yusei shook his head. “I’m just worried. Maybe a little too much, considering we just met, but… Are you from around here? I don’t remember seeing you before.”

 Yusaku just shook his head.

 “Well, if you plan on sticking around, stop by at the fountain plaza. I live in the same building where Poppo Time is in, in the back where there’s the garage door”, Yusei smiled. “You’re welcome to come by if you want to.”

 Yusaku blinked, looking at him. He tilted his head, thinking about it, before he smiled a little. “I’ll think about it. Thank you, Yusei, for the help. I owe you.”

 “No, no”, Yusei shook his head. “You don’t owe me…”

 Yusaku took a hold of his chin and brushed his lips on his cheek. They left a tingling sensation after them as Yusaku straightened up again, smiling a little but looking mostly blank. “Well, I’ll see you around. Again, thank you, Yusei.”

 Yusei just sat there, speechless, as Yusaku walked away.

 (When Yusei came home to his grinning and curious friends wanting to know what happened, all Yusei could say was “I think I just fell in love.” Crow and Jack, understandably, shared a concerned look.)

[fl-eragon]

New Who Partial Alter

So, I don’t particularly like Rose. Personally, I’d put her near/at the bottom of new who companions along with Capaldi-era Clara. Part of it is I just feel weird about the speed of the relationship, another part is how Mickey is treated, and I also feel Rose acts very childish most of the time she is on screen. Now, I also feel Mickey got shafted by Rose and the show, but I don’t want to erase the times I feel Rose shined through (such as in Dalek), so I want to do a quick partial rewrite of 9′s and some of 10′s run. 

The first episode of 9 goes similarly but Mickey is less cowardly, and in the end, 9 takes Mickey with him. Season one of 9 goes differently than original due to them traveling the universe as two bros instead of as lovers. Mickey has a few moments where he questions his love for Rose, they go back a few times, and the season ends with Empty Child. They pick up Rose, but she mostly ignores Mickey, especially once they meet Jack. At the end, Mickey asks to be dropped off in order to sort a few things out 

Now, Rose is definitely in love with 9, and due to the time they’ve been away has had time to think on it and reflect on her relationship with Mickey, and some time to mature. The main reason she ignored Mickey in the finale was because of jealousy, and shock of actually being with the Doctor and then Jack. She feels guilty after the finale, but also glad as Mickey broke off the relationship before he left for other reasons. 

Season 2 of 9 goes more similarly to original season 1 but with the addition of Jack. Rose acts more mature throughout, mainly to impress the doctor, but also cause of the reflection time she took. Dalek happens when Jack had to leave temporarily, then Bad Wolf is less her throwing a fit that the doctor rejected her (sorry, just how I percieved it) but more of she knows he will die if he follows through and is willing to sacrifice herself instead and force him to survive. This doesn’t work as he still takes the TARDIS core energy into himself to save her, but the actual ending happens the same way. Now, they don’t start this season with a relationship, but it does develop over the season. Father’s day also happens, but she better realizes the stakes and instead of trying to save him, she just tries to make his final moments better. It isn’t a full episode because of this.

Season 1 of 10 happens slightly differently as it is now Rose and Mickey traveling with him from the start. It also doesn’t start with her “Not my doctor” complaining. The season doesn’t change too much, just with a more mature Rose and a moved on Mickey with some experience under his belt. Mickey helps more when they go to Pete’s World, and decides that it would help to have someone of his skillset assisting them. Army of Ghosts and Doomsday still happens with the main difference being that Mickey and Rose return knowing the doctor often bites off more then he can chew, this being one of those times. Rose has to let go still, but Mickey tries to hold her to keep her from disappearing, but his grip gives out, only for Pete to appear and save her. She is trapped in Pete’s dimension while Mickey is still with the Doctor, but he has to check on the condition of current Torchwood afterward.

The Second season follows similarly in that Mickey catches up to the doctor shortly after at the end of Smith and Jones. Martha still has her feelings for the Doctor, but her interactions with Mickey helps her process these feelings and realize she would do better moving on. Mickey forgets to mention that Jack is alive until Utopia when he shows up again. Mickey and Martha work together in the Year that never was to save the doctor and the world, and this leads to them developing a lasting relationship and decide the leave the doctor for less chaotic lifestyle of UNIT, eventually becoming freelance alien investigators and fighters with his wife Martha.

During the events of the Stolen Earth, Mickey was already with UNIT, but was not with Martha when the earth was stolen. As he remembered Sarah Jane Smith and was near her house, he decided to go there to help, knowing Martha would be able to handle things at UNIT and Jack could handle Torchwood. At Sarah Jane’s he helps fend off Daleks and is assisted when Jackie appears, breifly distracting the last Dalek.

[hannigram-a-b-o-library]

Slave of the Chains of One’s Biology”

Based on Ai No Kusabi (Wedge of Interval)

PRELUDE

Love is complicated. Love is something two people feel when they meet. Love is something Hannibal, would never truly understand and looking back one last time at Will’s house from where it stands in the far distance takes out his phone and calls the number on his screen. The person on the other side, answers immediately.

“Hello, Jack.”

“Lecter!!!? How in the hell did you get this number!!!? Where is Will and what have you done with him?”

“Nothing. Will is alive and well, Jack.”

“You…Bastard!! Where the hell are you!!?”

“Wolf-trap, Will’s house. Come and get me, Jack.”

“What the hell!!!?”

The Head of the F.B.I Science and Behavioral Unit cuts off, afterwards and Hannibal, standing next to the tree behind Will’s house waits for the Hunter’s to arrive to come and take him in. It was the only way now, because of what Will had done.

Because of what Will, had said to him.

———————————————————————————————————————————– Submitted by @unknownmusing - read in full under the cut

PROLOGUE

“Un-awakened Omega”

There was reason, why the Chesapeake Ripper did murders in sounders of three and then afterwards vanish for couple of mouths it was because you see they had been born an Omega.

An Un-awakened one, meaning they had yet to fully Awake to become who they were meant to be. They were more dangerous - their Heat’s uncontrollable causing intense blackouts and loss of time, while they would then come around remember nothing of what had happened to them.

This what Hannibal Lecter - The Chesapeake Ripper - is and has been ever since he had been born in his birthplace in Lithuania. He grown up showing now outward signs that he was Omega, it all happened internally ravaging his body to where he began to suspect something was not right.

It was after the death of Mischa, when a mixed bag of deserters who used the remote hunting lodge came to the barn where he and his little sister were hiding in then because there had not been much meat on the runty deer they had captured wearing their long overcoats. They had felt among the straw to look for them, finding Mischa and instead of choosing him they chose her to take away they said to play as he had tried to hold onto her in his arms.

It hadn’t worked and they had pulled her out of his grip, with their hands then headed quickly to the barn door as he tried to rush towards it, to stop them only for it to be slammed on him, dousing him in darkness.

The scream, followed by the thud of an axe would haunt him for the rest of his life until he would meet….Will Graham.

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PART 1

“Un-awakened”

Soft gentle piano music plays from the radio in the still kitchen, while Hannibal Lecter - 35 years old, slicked back blonde hair with silvery highlights and an Unawakened Omega - calmly slices into the meat on the chopping board into thin slices, trying to remember what had happened just six months earlier - but the Memories are coming in slow fragments, soon trickling away like water going through a sieve or sand going through fingers.

Had he gone into Heat?

Had he killed someone?

Had…he mated with someone, without his knowledge?

All these questions swirling around his head, make him stop what he is doing and go over to where he keeps the index cards of different businesses’ - collected over the time he has lived in Baltimore, Maryland - flicking through them to see some are missing from it.

He sighs heavily, heading over to the kitchen drawer and gets out a syringe, along with the small bottle of Sodium Amytal - which helped patients to remember memories that they had forgotten and so hardly wanted to remember.

He had to be careful though. To an Omega, especially like him it could easily kill him if he used too much of it and making sure he has the right dosage then sits on the kitchen stool, after rolling up his sleeve to expose his arm.

He had done this before, after Mischa had died to see what he could remember after waking up in Florence, Italy in someone’s apartment not knowing how he got there and who was the dead man lying on the carpet with blood spreading out from their carnage body.

After injecting it into the vein, he places the now empty syringe on the large kitchen island feeling his heart start to pound against his ribcage as his bloodstream carries the Sodium Amytal through the veins in his body then closing his eyes, tilts his head backwards with a soft, breathless gasp.

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Blue lights of Police cars, parked outside a house flash off the white painted wooden structure of it as inside, Will Graham - 47 years old, with mop of soft, curly brown hair and Sea-bluish green eyes and also an Alpha - stands close to a body lying on the floorboards close to the Burglar Alarm which she had been trying to reach before she was shot by the Intruder - an unidentified yet to be confirmed whether Alpha or Beta or even Omega.

He watches silently, while they take the dead husband out in black forensics’ bag and looks at the poor woman lying in front of him - eye’s unseeing and dulled - then taking a deep breath, closes his eyes shutting out everything - the light, the Forensics’ people and the Officers around him.

The golden pendulum swings once, twice then finally a third and final time, dragging him into the reconstruction of the Crime Scene.

Night-time.

Our Prey is within, both - both Beta’s, lowest of the Species that made up Alpha, Beta and Omega - then gripping the gun tightly in my hands, walk forwards up the flight of steps kicking the door open hard shattering the wood instantly sending tiny fragments of splinter’s flying in all directions.

The Alarm goes off and hear rushing footsteps as the Husband comes down the stairs then lifting the gun, aim and fire sending the man flying backwards with blood shooting upwards into the air to splatter crimson petals on the wallpaper and stairs.

“I shoot Mr. Marlow twice, severing jugulars and carotid with near surgical precision. He will die watching what is his being is taken away from him. This is my Design.”

Mrs. Marlow is busy trying to sort the Alarm and bringing the gun up once again fire it watching slowly as the blood splatters on the wall when it hits her causing her to jerk like when a puppet has it’s strings cut by scissors then she crumples to the wooden floor.

“I shoot Mrs. Marlow, expertly through the neck. This is not a fatal wound. The bullet misses every artery. She is paralyzed before even leaves her body.”

I step forwards, looking down at her blood flowing from her mouth and onto the floor. A macabre sight of Death for a Beta.

“Which doesn’t mean she can’t feel pain. Just means she can’t do anything about it. This is my Design.”

I pass her now still body, heading to the Alarm and switch it off. Silence soon descends.

Coming out of the reconstruction, Will Graham, asks quietly for the Alarm Logbook and is handed it by one of the officers then flicking through it finds what he is looking for.

The Alarm system it seems had been tapped by the Killer and they had listened into the conservation that Mrs. Marlow, had, giving away her password “Tea kettle” to them when they pretended to be from the Company that supplied the Alarm system in the first place.

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THREE WEEKS LATER

Location - Baltimore, Virginia

“Everybody’s thought about killing someone. Be at your own hand or the Hand of God. Now, as you can see Mrs. Marlow was killed efficiently and ruthlessly because it seems the killer did not like Betas. I want you to give me your reason on why they would do what they did. You may discuss in groups of two or three.

Students - for the F.B.I Academy for the B.S.U (Behavioral Science Unit) - sitting in the Lecture Theatre seats around him begin to quietly discuss among themselves their theory on why the Killer had murdered these simple, loving and caring Beta, while Will leans against the desk with both hands holding the edges lightly of it for support.

All of them, ready to be trained for next coming year and the field. Most of them Betas and Alphas, plus a few scatterings of Omegas - not so many, due to the prejudice when many tried to join before - then checking the time on his phone, sees that class is about to finish soon.

Tempus fugit - Time flies.

“Alright, any ideas will have to be for homework I’m afraid.” He says, hearing some groans come from the Students, making him snarl in certain way to quiet them and satisfied that they gotten the hint allows them to leave.

Scrapping of chairs, students getting to their feet with light chatter filling the Lecture Theatre as they file out of the area and head to their next class, while he sighs softly going around the desk to start packing his bag at the sametime a large black man, closely followed by another man with blond silvery hair and maroon eyes behind him come into the Lecture Theatre.

“Will Graham.” The large black man - Alpha and thoroughbred one at that, because Will can tell by the voice that came from a good family - and he nods in reply, while the they come up to him then introduce themselves. “Special Agent Jack Crawford and also head of the Behavioral Science Unit.”

Will, stills at the name when he hears it just as he’s putting his laptop away and remembers he had heard rumors about this man before. Those rumors going flying out the metaphorical window, but he finds more interested though in the other man with a strange scent - Honeysuckle mixed strangely with undertone of Deadly Nightshade - then heads around the desk, is curiosity in the strange scent rising.

The other man, far older about maybe 45 or something doesn’t flinch only watches what is doing when he bends down his head to their Scent gland on their neck inhaling deeply.

It is intoxicating scent, wrapping around him like smoke and bringing out his tongue presses it against the bare skin licking upwards at the sametime grabbing them to pull them flush against his body, cradling the back of their head with one hand.

A heavy quiver runs through them, followed by whimpering Omegan mewl indicating for him - the Alpha - to let them go and seeing he is making them distressed steps back from purring softly to calm them, while spreading his own Calming Pheromones towards them.

“You alright, Dr. Lecter? You look pale.” He hears Jack Crawford, asking the other man who has managed to compose himself flicking his maroon eyes over to Will, who stills his purring because technically Alpha’sonly did it if the one in front of them was their Mate.

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking, Jack.”

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Hannibal, splashing his face with cold water from the Men’s bathroom sink lifts his head to stare at it in the mirror above seeing the small rim of gold starting to form around his maroon eyes meaning he would have to use the Inhibitor Omega Eye Drops again to get rid of it plus coat himself in the fake Beta perfume once more.

He did not want people knowing, especially Jack Crawford and Will Graham, that he was an Unawakened Omega. To his shame, he remembers when the Alphahad been close to him and he produced slick that is now starting to run down the inside of his thighs then taking a deep breath, tries to calm his racing heart.

If he went into…..Heat…. now, it would affect everything and because he is so absorbed in trying to think what he needs to do doesn’t sense the presence behind him then hands shoot around his waist, grabbing hold of him to drag him into one of the toilet cubicle’s.

Where turning his face to look over his shoulder see it is Will Graham – the Alpha – then hands, go to his belt making him buck and try to wriggle free but that only causes him to grind back into growing bulge in the young man’s jeans making a groan sound above them when he does so.

Mortified, face flushing crimson and slick starting to seep heavily through his own fine suit trousers, Hannibal finds himself pressed up against the tiled wall in front of him the side of his right cheek against the cold surface at the sametime the clinking of his belt.

It echoes loudly to his ears and the small space then hands, pulls his boxers down to fully expose him followed by taking hold of both his ass-cheeks spreading them lewdly apart to expose the twitching pucker – begging to be filled with something large, throbbing and so right.

A satisfied purr of appreciation comes from Will Graham, causing him to give a whimpering purr in reply to the Alpha and hips shove forwards, slamming straight into his own causing him to arch his back.

His head tilting backwards as he gasps breathlessly followed by moaning heavily at the intense feeling of being filled by a large, throbbing and pulsating Alpha cock that soon becomes fully sheathed within his tight, slick warm insides.

He has no time to speak or do anything, when the young man begins to undulate his hips back and forth sliding it in and out at such a hard, pounding pace squelching of slick gushing out to run down his thighs in a steady stream and skin slapping of skin against skin begin to full the cubicle space.

 Hannibal, becoming overwhelmed by the intensity of being taken in such way slides downwards slightly the tiled wall, causing the angle to become so much he can’t stop the cries of keening Omegan wails of pleasure and ecstasy escaping from his mouth.

He’s losing control. He can feel it slipping away, like water trickling through a sieve or sand through fingers as his “Heat” finally hits ravaging its way through his body making him remember nothing from thereon after.

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FEW DAYS LATER

LOCATION – Forest near Muskrat Farm

“DON’T TOUCH ME!!!?”

Hannibal, fangs unsheathed in stark contrast hisses shouting it loudly at the stranger – an Alpha – who had just discovered him curled up the hollow of a tree in a forest somewhere– feeling his poison forming in them and slinks back on all fours as they walk close to him.

Slowly trying to frighten him then reach out, grabbing him by the scruff of his unblemished neck where a Crest would form if an Alpha sunk their fangs into the vulnerable skin squeezing it. This causes him to arch his back crying out when white pleasure flashes before his eyes releasing a gush of fresh slick onto the leafy ground and some of his seed.

He shudders through the waves of endorphins and is hauled to his feet, forced to walk then flung into the back of land rover, while he lunges back out knocking the person over before they close the passenger door.

Surging forwards, Hannibal sinks his fangs straight into their neck and ripping it tearing so much off that instantly blood spurts upwards to coat his body in fine mist of crimson petals.

The meat is worth a use to him as he spits out the large ragged piece of throat to one side then bending down, rips the shirt open with his claws that have formed, begins to harshly tear into the chest, breaking the ribcage apart with such force the bone snapping apart sends a birds flying up from the trees until he reaches his prize seeing the Heart is in good condition, some of the Liver and pancreas.

He tears the heart out, tearing strips of it and chewing it, feeling his strength slowly beginning to return then after he is finished eating the rest of what he has chosen, uses a clean handkerchief from the dead man’s pocket to dab his lips clean of the blood.

“MATTEOO?”

He hears a voice, Sardinian and coming close shouting for the person he had just murdered then a shot rings out, causing him to leap off the body bounding on all fours over fallen trees branches; dodging more shots and keeps on running when suddenly one of the bullets makes impact in his side, blood spurting to land on tree and some of the leafy ground.

Hannibal, falls to one side rolling down a hill at such a fast pace he hits the icy, small stream with large splashing noise gasping immediately and scrambles out of it half collapsing on the other side of it then shivers memories of the harsh Winter, which had taken Mischa from him go through his mind.

Then a large hand grabs the nape of his neck, pressing down and tightening as he hauled to deeper part of the stream followed by his face soon being dunked straight into it.

Kepted underwater, while he thrashes weakly clawing at the muscular arm above him drawing blood to make them feel pain and yet, it doesn’t work then just before he nearly loses conscious they haul him out releasing his neck as he breathes in fresh oxygen – after being so forcibly starved of it.

He is grabbed again by his hair this time, flung onto the shore where he lands with muffled thump onto something soft – a large winter coat – and a leather-gloved hand touches his spine, sending electric current running up it as he arches his back.

It slips downwards, between his thighs and fingers press inwards to his slickened insides making him fist his hands into the coat for support at the sametime biting his bottom lip to silence the whimpers that want to escape.

He would not show this person, whoever they were satisfaction of any kind of prompting a reaction from him.

The fingers, spread more deeply rubbing his warm, slick insides which clench around them like they would if it were an Alpha Knot within him and start to scissor within, spreading him apart then a body gets over him, followed by something pressing into him making him collapse onto his elbows at the whiteness blinding his vision.

“He’s ripe. Carlos, bring him to the Farm.”

12 MONTHS LATER

Location – Muskrat Farm, Inner Breeding Pens

Hannibal, lying among the large bed of hay in what has become his Breeding Pen – the same one he had been placed when first brought to what had turned out to be Muskrat Farm belonging to Mason Verger – The Son of Velenus Verger of the Meatpacking Business, but that was a cover.

What really happened was the Illegal Breeding of Omegas thinking they were going to get a job and yet, finding only Enslavement – can hear distantly the whimpers and moans of other Omega’s and Beta’s – female and male – begging to go home to their families or Alpha’s – echoing in the round cavernous space.

The slamming of large doors opening, makes everyone moaning and whimpering go silent, listening to the footsteps coming down into the main area of the Breeding Pen’s then Mason Verger, wearing his fur-trimmed coat smiles at all of them.

Hannibal wearing only black male thong-like fudoshi and tank-top covering his chest – but revealing his abdomen – burrows further back into the mound of hay reaching underneath with one hand for the rusty sharp, bent nail as Carlos – Sardinian Omega Breeder, Masochist and Drinker – comes over to his Pen.

“Check him, Carlos, while I attend to the others.” Mason says, making the man grunt in reply, opening the Pen and stepping inside as Hannibal, holds the nail tightly behind his back hidden from sight then the man kneels down, reaching out to touch him as he lunges with the nail feeling his wrist grabbed as he presses forwards with all his strength to stab into one of Carlo’s eyes with it.

It nearly touches the Sardinian’s eyeball, when suddenly a garrote goes over his head and around his throat from behind, tightening as he is hauled up by the person behind him choked labored gasps coming from him with Hannibal, grabbing hold of it to tries in vain to pull it off so he can breathe only for it tighten more.

His heart begins to furiously pound against his ribcage, trying to pump oxygen around his body and drops the rusty nail allowing it to tinkle to the Pen floor then the garrote is released slightly around his throat, causing him to slump against the back of the Pen, his head lolling on his chest then Mason, comes over to him, taking hold of the back of his head by his hair and wrenches it backwards so he is forced to look into the vile man’s eyes.

“Bring him to the Showroom.”

After forcing him to shower the grime, filth and dust that has acclimated on his body, they place him in what he had been given to wear when he had first arrived - black male thong-like fudoshi and tank-top – then is escorted into the Showroom, where already other patron’s invited have arrived and sat at the large round tables in the alcoves, while he is pushed to the large round circular stage and left alone.

He heads to the far back of it, when one of the Beta’s from Mr. Fell’s Breeding Farm trips him up with their foot on purpose and landing on his hands and knees on the polished floor of the circular stage then they hold out their foot to him, like they expect him to kiss it and taking hold of it tightens his hand flinging it in certain way causing them to stumble backwards.

He grabs hold of them, turning them to face the Audience hidden in the darkened alcoves and unsheathing his Omegan fangs, bites down into the soft flesh ripping a good-sized chunk off causing some of the other Omega’s and Beta’s to scream in shock and horror as blood spurts outwards staining the polished surface with crimson petals then drops the victim of his, a sickening thud sounding loudly in the Showroom and bringing up one hand wipes his bottom lip with his thumb to show he will not be controlled by anyone.

 “Amazing, how feral you are. I say you’re more of a Mongrel, with the way you act.”

“You know nothing about me.”

“Spread your legs and show me how you pleasure yourself then.”

Hannibal, now with a chain collar around his neck and the long chain attached to it leading to the voice that holds it in their hand, while keeping in the shadows of the large armchair as he sits on the floor in front of them.

Then knowing Mason, is watching with the camera – the little red dot glinting in the dark – spreads his thigh apart and slipping his hand down – the chains attached to the wrist cuffs clinking in the silence of the darkened room – takes hold of himself in his hand, slowly starting to move it up and down with the lewd wet sounds reaching his ears and filling the silence.

“Wider. Spread your legs more widely apart and show me, Mongrel. Use your other hand to touch yourself, where I will soon place myself in you when you come into Heat.”

Spreading his legs wider apart, showing the most intimate part of him begins to slip his hand up and down as his hips start to rock into his hand.

His slick that has formed starts to gush outwards filling the darkened room with the fresh scent of Lilies, Orchids and Deadly Nightshade as he does so and the chain clinking intensely each time, quivers running up his thighs.

Slipping his other hand downwards, he rubs his fingertips against the wet, gushing area pressing his fingers inward starts to plunge them in and out then a familiar Alpha scent hits his nostrils, causing him to arch his back heavily the chains clanking as he feels like he just become suspended above himself and soon falls back down.

PART 2

“Just a Mongrel and Nothing Else”

“So, I ask again, Dr. Chilton. When is his next Heat? Because I do plan to Breed our Mongrel here. Get a Stud Alpha to have a go at him and keep him in check.”

“Stud Alpha!!!? Mason, are you trying to risk getting caught. If Jack Crawford of the Behavioral, Science and Illegal Breeding Liberation Unit gets wind of that, he will hunt you down and take everything here away.”

“Just check him.”

“Fine. Open the Pen, please, Mr. Carlos?”

Hannibal, chained down with both hands pulled behind his back and a leather collar attached to a rope which leads to ring in the floorboards beneath the large hay pile of the Pen then Dr. Chilton, goes around him placing gloved hand on his back and strokes down his spine to his tailbone.

“Hmm, supple and fit. Where did you find him, Mason?” He hears Chilton asking the vile man at the sametime a hand cups him from behind – gloved fingertips pressing inwards causing Hannibal, to shudder heavily at them pressing deeply within him.

“After he killed…No, actually savagely brutalized one of Carlos’ men to death and ate some of him.” Mason replies, followed by the hand cupping him and the gloved latex fingers probing within him pull out making him slump slightly in the ropes holding him up.

“That is not Omega, Mason. Omega’s, are docile, caring and gentle. That…would mean…” Chilton begins to say, coming around Hannibal and looking at him as he rises his head to look up at the other man next to Mason. “It would mean, he’s the rarest of all – Unawakened Omega – and his Heats, well he won’t remember any of them at all or any other events for that matter.”

“So, tell me this. Is next Heat coming in or to I have to get the Stud Alpha for him?” Mason asks, causing Hannibal to snarl loudly with fangs unsheathed causing the other Omega’s and Beta’s to stiffen at the noise of it.

It is inhuman and un-Omegan sounding.

“Touch me and swear, I’ll rip your mouth off and fe….Gaahhh!!!” Hannibal snarls, only for something to be shoved within him from behind cutting off the rest and trembling in shock and surprise feels hips push into his followed by Alpha scent fills his nostrils.

The Alpha, begins to move jolting his body back and forth in the ropes causing “Uh…Uhh….Uhhh!!?” noises to escape from his mouth going harder and faster with slick, lewd sounds filling the area due to his slick running so thickly down his thighs it is more of like gushing down the inside of them then he keens heavily – a Omegan wail coming from the very depths of his throat – when his inner womb is finally breached and keeps on wailing at the intense pain of being knotted without consent.

(TIME SKIP)

Hannibal, free of the ropes and collar lays curled up on the fresh bed of straw brought into his pen with a blanket covering his nude body slightly while it is covered in scratch marks from being held down by the Stud Alpha – Anthony Dimmond from Mr. Fell’s Breeding Farm – at the sametime every inch of his lower half hurts so much but not as much as his inner womb which hurts more painfully within him now that it had become breached.

Now the Stud Alpha’s seed, would fertilize within until it become a growing fetus and tries to move, when the hand around his waist pulls him back flush against Dimmond’s chest then his face his turned so he looks into the Stud Alpha’s eyes.

“Remember, you’re just a Mongrel to be bred and that is all your purpose is.” Dimmond says to him, causing him to wrench free as best he can and getting into the corner hisses with fangs unsheathed dripping their poison then the Stud Alpha, lunges at him grabbing as he begins to claw, scratch and tear every part of exposed skin until he is slammed down onto Stud Alpha’s shaft – which feels like it is splitting him in two.

Dimmond, gives him no time to adjust or even escape again, just sets up a brutal pace forcing Hannibal to ride the other man beneath him with wails, mournful cries and whimpers echoing off the ceiling. He feels tears forming, starting to soon run thickly down his cheeks as he hears himself begging heavily for the man to stop – for the Stud Alpha to stop.

The other man stills, sitting up and wrapping his arms around him then continues to move causing Hannibal, to scar down Dimmond’s back drawing blood then sinks into state where he remembers nothing from thereafter.

Nothing but darkness.

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PART 3

Hannibal doesn’t know how long it has been.

How much time as past since a Purebred Alpha - Francis Dolerhyde - had been forced to breed him over and again. Instead of Dimmond, who Mason had decided was not satisfied when Hannibal had not conceived from the Stud Alpha.

His body feels wrecked slightly with each-time he is endlessly filled to make sure he gets pregnant.

Slipping out of the large hay nest, he goes over to the water trough which is soon filled by fresh water by Carlos – Sardinian Omega Breeder, Masochist and Drinker - and cupping it in his hands splashes himself to cool down as he feels like his body is starting to burn up heavily then a soft growling noise comes from behind him.

He whimpers to the Stud Alpha, rolling onto his side to expose his belly to the larger man to placate then fangs sink into his nape hauling him back by the black ornate choker around his neck and back into the large Hay nest, where he is forced to lay down in certain way.

Hannibal wishes he could speak. But with relentless Breeding and being around this Purebred keeping him close to them he lost his voice to his Omegan animal side then suddenly manages to get up slightly to immediately give a violent heave into the corner of the Pen at the sametime Francis strokes his back – spreading calming Alpha pheromones to make him relax.

Another heave followed by weakly going over to the water trough to splash his face again at the sametime doors slamming followed by Mason’s distinct nasal voice causes everyone to start to look towards Hannibal, who feels Francis take hold of him.

“Forgive me.” The Alpha says, kissing his forehead and whispering the next words which make him stare widened eye at the Stud Alpha. “You have finally conceived.”

TO BE CONTINUED 

[rushman2015]

Meet The JSE Community!

@no-strings-puppet @therealjacksepticeye

Hello, good and evil people of the interworld! MegAlterMW, that is my name. I’m a part of the Jacksepticeye community, and these are some facts about who I am!

1. Name, Age, Country?

I am Meg Wolfe. I’m 18 and I live in America.  

2. Appearance? 

I was told you could post a drawing of yourself if you are an artist, so I’m going to post the real me and the cartoon me. 

3. Hobbies?

I’m a Singer, Actor, Writer, Artist, and Editor. I love creating videos for my own YouTube Channel, reading, watching videos, hanging out with friends, and taking walks.

4. What is your dream job?

My dream jobs are becoming a Youtuber, being a lead singer in a band, or being a voice actor. Maybe an Author. 

5. What would we find in your bag?

At the moment, maybe school folders, since I’m in Cool-Leg. But other than that, I like to have a good book, my laptop, pencils, coloured pencils, an eraser, pencil sharpener, headphones, a sketchbook, a notebook, some things to snack on, my fidget cube, wallet, and phone. Maybe. 

6. How would you describe your personality? 

Hilarious, awesome, tomboy-esc, random, sweet, insistent, smart, kind-hearted, a very good friend, always nice, really fun to hang out with, cool, confident, and crazy in the best ways. 

7. When did you discover Jack’s channel?

During a time when I became invested in The Walking Dead Games. This was before the third one, so the only ones that existed were season’s one and two. I had just finished the season one walkthrough and was impatiently interested in watching a walkthrough of season two. So I clicked on the first video I saw thinking that I would just get a walkthrough, but instead, a got a guy in his early twenty’s who I thought was Scottish. Haha. I didn’t really want to hear someone talk during the game, but I figured I might as well try. I never finished the series. In fact, I didn’t really like season two at all that much, but I felt a connection with the person who was playing the game. We pretty much had the exact same reaction to Clementine stitching up her arm. 

I watched some of his playthrough, but wasn’t invested enough to see the end. But I don’t mind. Season two was probably the worst season so far for me. Afterwards, I moved on, then discovered Jack’s channel again sometime before summer of 2016, then throughout the whole summer I watched him constantly day after day. Now, I still watch him every day.

8. Top 3 Alter Egos.

3. Jackieboy Man 2. Shneep 1. Anti

I love Jackieboy because I love superheroes, and seeing Sean as a superhero is beyond awesome! Shneep is just hilarious and fun to watch. I wouldn’t trust him as my doctor, but I love his personality. And even though Anti is everyone’s favorite, he’s the one I can't help but get excited about every time he’s hinted at. I really hope Sean will do bigger things with the character, just as long as he doesn’t use him too much. I really hope he does bigger things in general. 

9. Favorite Jacksepticeye videos. 

My favorite series is Night In The Woods. Along with The Last Guardian and Surgeon Sim VR.

But my absolute favorite is A Normal Lost Phone. That’s when Sean felt the most real to me. During his speech at the end, everything around me suddenly disappeared and it felt like he was really there talking to me. I felt like I could hug him and cry on his shoulder. Normally his speeches are sometimes a bit long for me, but not this one. This one made me cry in the happiest of ways. It was already an amazing game, but Sean’s speech made everything even better. And it’s because of the game and his speech that I was able to finally realize that I am bisexual. And I feel like that is awesome! 

10. Are you an active or quiet member of the community? 

I’m not one for trying to figure out the mystery that is Antisepticeye, but I do know enough Jacksepticeye facts in order to get by. I don’t like to constantly praise Jack and fill him with nothing but compliments, I just say things honestly and give my honest opinion about things. I like to think I’m not as obsessed as some other people can be. Even when I was seeing his live show in Milwaukee, I felt a little uncomfortable around some of the fans who seemed very obsessed. I just see myself as another normal fan. I don’t constantly talk about him, but I’m still present in the community. 

I’ve written a fan fiction, and a few bit’s of fan art. In fact here they are now:

Fanfiction:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/122980293-pumpkins-septiishu-one-shot

Fan Art:

11. Have you met Jacksepticeye?

Technically, yes. I got to see him during the How Did We Get Here? Tour in Milwaukee. Me and my best friend’s got VIP Tickets and I got to ask him a question. I asked him what inspired him to start drumming. I would tell you what he said, but it spoils part of the show. 

But I did tell him I didn’t like coffee, and he said something along the lines of  “That’s fine. I’m just fighting the urge to punch people today since. I’m not allowed to punch people today.” 

Overall an awesome show. One of the best days of my life. 

[froggybangbang]

@ashes-and-dust​ tagged me (eons ago) in a thing that starts personal and then degenerates into tv show stuff?? and... well here it is

1.) Why did you choose your URL?

You must all know this by now, lol. Okay so 1-I’m French Canadian, a popular insult for us by the English is “Frog” and I highly believe in claiming back insults.2-The first online url I had (well second. I had wolves has my special interest back when I was 12 so ‘wolfy136′ was the first, fleeting url I got) was after I joinned the HP fandom, with my favourite character, thus Lunard136/Lunard1 was born (that’s moony. my wolf special interest faded in the background but it’s still there to show lol). I started going to other websites than HP ones and I was starting to feel like that url wasn’t good for those so I thought long and hard about something I could be me and not fandom related so I wouldn’t have to change it again (because change is good but I hate it) and I came up with “Froggy”. Only to find it was used already. I was tired of the old 136 so I decided to had something about me in the url, something about my temper (I’m definitely a fire sign) and added the “bangbang” because I catch like a barrel of powder. (you dirty mind you if you thought I’d use it as a sex reference! Shame on you! except lol yeah I knew how it sounded and I was fine with letting people who don’t know me think I’m a nympho. what better way to hide I’m not really all that interested in sex, which is weird and not normal, right? right.)

2.) What’s your middle name?

Very few Quebecois have one, those who are afflicted by the old tradition, weather because their parents are religious or because it’s a tradition and nobody questions it have (for girls) Mary Godmother’sName FirstName LastName (for boys) Joseph Godfather’sName FirstName LastName. That’s the format and absolutely nobody goes by the first two to the point that my passport doesn’t even show them because I was told not to put them in if I’m not using them (???!!!? but okay!) anyway my are Mary Diane Kristine LastName

3.) If you could own a fairytale/fictional pet, what would it be?

I’d love a tiny dragon? I’m pretty sure I said “I want a X now!” a few onth ago but I can’t remember what it was... But honestly if I can, in my life, befriend a corvid that’s like. the dream goal. It has been for ever.

4.) Favourite colour?

hmmm I really love orange. every shade but especially the dark burnt one. I also like dark green, dark blue, dark teal and dark purple a lot? I’ll go with orange

5.) Favourite song?

That’s.... not something I can answer. Honestly how can you pick one? IDK I really love In Hell I’ll be in Good Company these days? I really love Phillip Glass’ Violin Concerto No.1 2nd Movement if you prefer no voice. Also Dream Fragment from the Chrono Cross OST because I’m a sucker for music box.

Here are a few of my Spotify playlist, for those interested.

A Little Bit of Everything is pretty much all the songs I like and remember to put on spotify (if spotify has them. They lack in Quebecois music)

Music Rec is songs that you might not know about that exist and you should listen to them, but this doesn’t get updated very often

RN is the playlist that keeps changing. My current obsessions are on that one

In the Summertime are songs for a nice warm summer day with a light breeze and a hammock (or something. maybe a few friend in the backyard and a beer.)

And Sunday Mornings is the playlist I’m listening to mainly on sunday mornings (It’s playing right now) because it fits the vibe of a sunday morning when you start your coffee and still might have an eye glued down

6.) What are your top three fandoms?

errr I’ll go with HP, 1D (*glares at @ashes-and-dust​*) and....hmm. I’m not really active in any of the others anymore. but I guess Sherlock?(though Pacific Rim or Cabin Pressure also fit third place but I think I still read more sherlock fic than I do PR or CP)

7.) Why do you enjoy Tumblr?

This hellsite is my main place for interacting with sensible human beings. I also LOVE *those* posts. you the ones where one person asks a questions/ places a random thought and then.... it just. takes a life of its own? and everyone knows them? The Guam Cookie post is one. The many Aliens finds Humans Weird also. but then there’s the smaller ones like just. They are exactly the kind of stuff I’d be saying with my (ex? maybe?)friend in Rimousky like you say something, and they add something in a deadpanned way that is bviously exagerated/insane and then you add on it and they add on it until you are at the stage that you won’t be buy mayo because, really, having to marry someone from an island so you could get away with murder is much too much effort. That’s why I love tumblr.

PICK YOUR 5 FAVORITE TV SHOWS AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS:

ugh I very rarely watch tv anymore these are hard.

1. Merlin

2. Doctor Who (until season 5/6 anyway. Moffat killed it)

3. Torchwood

4. The X-Files (haven’t seen the reboot but I’d love to!)

5. ...... Sherlock (I guess? But I still haven’t watch the last xmas special nor the last season? Moffat killed it?)

1. WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE CHARACTER IN 2?

hmmmmm..... *shakes the Ponds, Martha Jones and Dona Noble in her hand to see which will get out* I’m going to go with Dona. I’m not so in your face, but I really relate with her and she had an awesome friendship with 10, not afraid to give him a good earful if he went overboard.

2. WHO IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE CHARACTER IN 1?

Shit idk. I mean Uther and Morgana where mean shit but I loved their characters for what they were..... I’d say between Uther and Mordred? idk. 

3. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE EPISODE OF 4?

Oh shit. Dude do you have any idea how many episode there is of the xfiles?? I’m going to go with the one on the boat, because that’s the one that popped into my head right now (immediately followed by that black and white one when Mulder meets the Gunmen for the first time... that CELL PHONE OMG) and any moment when Scully and Mulder have SASS going on.

4. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE SEASON OF 5?

The first season is the best without a doubt. I’ve loved the second season but in the first one the story were even more concentrated on one story per episode and it was very well thought off and they didn’t overdo it yet, which they tented to do afterwards, as well as letting more episode be one story and not following canon anymore. I’m actually sadden at my lack of consistency at following Elementary.

5. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE RELATIONSHIP IN 3?

Oh. er... Ianto/Jack. but. like. I don’t like to think about that because of children of the earth.

6. WHO IS YOUR ANTI-RELATIONSHIP IN 1?

I know it sounds weird but I really see Arthur and Gwen as bromance who agreed to marry because throne? They have a great chemistry but I just don’t buy it.

7. HOW LONG HAVE YOU WATCHED 4?

The first episode I’ve seen was on TQS with the french dubbed version of the first episode we see the guy that can dislocate every bones in his body to crawl in small places. then I got hooked and rented the VHS of the series, bought books of the series, the official magazines, unofficial biographies (my gosh is the internet cheaper) and watched every episode (at some point switching in the English version on Fridays) until Mulder got abducted. Tried to watch that season but didn’t care to not miss an episode... then I just... forgot to tune in. so that’d be since.... according to WIKI the first episodes in French were in 1994 and “squeeze” is the third one.

8. HOW DID YOU BECOME INTERESTED IN 3?

Because of Doctor Who.

9. WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE ACTOR IN 2?

Grahhhhh okay I’m going to go renewed series because fhjdsahlsb and it’s still hard but I think I’ll go with David Tenant. Tough Karen Gillan is good too. Oh! fuck and John Simm fuck I forgot John Simm and Life on Mars! damn. Okay John Simm

10. WHICH SHOW DO YOU PREFER: 1, 4 OR 5?

You drive a hard bargain. I’ll go with the X-Files; 4

11. WHICH SHOW HAVE YOU SEEN MORE EPISODES OF? 1 OR 3?

as in proportionally? because I’ve see all of them, but I *think* merlin has more episodes? Though I’ve watch Torchwood more often I think?

12. IF YOU COULD BE ANYONE FROM 4, WHO WOULD YOU BE?

I’m not sure I’d like to be anyone on the x-files that sounds like a very dangerous life. although wait no not true! one of the gunmen! They have the coolest job in the series.

13. HOW WOULD YOU KILL OFF YOUR FAVOURITE CHARACTER IN 3?

*stares* Not like that. 

14. WOULD A 2/3 CROSSOVER WORK?

HAHAHA well. YES, mainly because IT IS a thing between DW and Torchwood.

15. PAIR TWO CHARACTERS IN 2 THAT WOULD MAKE AN UNLIKELY BUT STRANGELY OKAY COUPLE.

The Master and Donna? If, you know, the Master got his murdering tendencies in check. idk I’m not good at pairing people. I pick and chose those who exist in the fandom.

16. OVERALL, WHICH SHOW HAD A BETTER CAST: 3 OR 5?

Damn.... I mean Andrew Scott alone.... but then it got cringey... but I don’t particularly like Gwen but I’m pretty sure it’s not the casting..... I’ll go with Torchwood.

17. WHICH SHOW HAS A BETTER SOUNDTRACK: 1, 4 OR 5?

I do not know Merlin’s Soundtrack well enough to comment on it and I think the X-files’ is pretty lacking, but Sherlock has some very good music, the Irene piece is on of my favourite.

Blergh. I don’t want to tag because lazy. go ahead and give me the answers, though. Especially the music ones I’m always interested in finding new music!