#guess i'll have to pull a commander and use the strong stuff to help me through the day - now tell me how it continues please!!!!!

[fuzzyenthusiastnelket01]

If you get me absolutely HOOKED on your story i'll gladly (and without second guessing) sacrifice my sleep schedule!

You can and should write fanfiction that isn't perfect. You can and should write whatever fanfiction you want. You can and should write fanfiction that brings you joy even if it's silly or goofy or weird.

Except for me. My fanfic has to be perfect and read like a novel and ruin at least one person's sleep schedule.

[silly-boi-broski]

I did it...

So, awhile ago I was talking about how I've been obsessing over Belos' backstory and stuff, so uh... I finally made the first chapter for it. It's kinda short atp, but here. Idk how far, or even if I'll continue it, but yeah.

It didn’t take much to make the man angry. 

By “the man” I mean our Uncle Thomas, he was a very strict man, even by our times standards and looking back, Caleb and I should have left earlier than we did.

He was insufferable, constantly on Caleb for nothing at all, but then again, he was the man who took us in after we were orphaned. He hung that fact over our heads, saying “You lot are only still alive because I felt enough remorse at having that damn brother of mine die. And you’re his offspring so I guess I was just required at that point.” He’d grumble when he was in one of his better moods. 

I hated the man, but he did know one thing. He knew how to command respect, and keep his power. Dangle something just out of your reach to get you to do what he says. I carried a lot of lessons over from that insufferable man… I think I owe him at least some credit, even if I was never strong enough to admit it.

Finally,  Caleb became a teenager and escaped with me to a quaint town in Connecticut that was supposed to be an escape away from all of the drama and issues. It was for a while, and we took up residence in an empty home at the edge of the town.

Then, the trials started. Accusations of witchcraft spreading like wildfires. The burnings started soon after, and Caleb and I got caught up in all of it one day when we went to watch one of them.

It was a gruesome sight, but I was transfixed with the way the witch screamed and pleaded innocent, the way the fire engulfed her body… 

Even then, I knew how fragile lives were. Even that of witches. 

Caleb pulled me aside, talked to me about it to see my thoughts… I was excited, and ended up learning more about the trials and all the ways the adults protected us from such evil witches. We started playing games, pretending to be some of the brave witch hunting men that went ahead. We were two young boys, caught up in the rush of blood thirst and lust for power. 

“Pip! I made you something!” I heard him say as he rushed into the room. I had been sitting on the floor, playing slide groat (that’s what Caleb had heard it being called at least). I picked my wooden coins off the ground, and looked over at him. I had been curious at what my older brother would have been so excited about. 

“What is it, Caleb?” I had asked in response, excitement bubbling within me. He held up a carved, wooden mask.

“It’ll help you sneak into the searches with me!” He said triumphantly, waving one of our wooden play swords above his head as I took the mask, observing it carefully, tracing a hand over every little detail. 

I had always been amazed at how good Caleb was at wood carving.

“When do we leave?”

[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Let's make the next chapter pink.

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If I Remember Correctly

Maxine Winters

Safe House 110197, Brazil

Maxine looked at Samantha and smiled. They were finally together once again, as roommates, but this time, the room was huge and they were surrounded by strong men who were willing to risk their lives to protect them.

"How are you holding up?" Maxine asked.

"Everything's a swirl of hazy incomplete memories. It feels like I'm mostly recalling them back, but the details are a bit mixed. It doesn't feel right that I recall Alex as someone from work, right?" she chuckled. She must've been going through a lot of things right now, and it looked like Alex successfully helped her recall most of her forgotten memories. Maybe all she needed was someone to influence her.

"Hey Sam, what kinds of things have I told you about my past? France already told me some of my unforgettable memories but they still seem too unclear." She asked, Samantha looked excited as she began recalling something from the unaltered part of her memory.

"Well, for starters you told me a lot about your little sister. However since your mother died, the two of you were always together solving the problems as a team until you both decided to enlist her in the army. You told it was both the happiest and saddest moment of your life." She said with a smile on her face. Maxine never felt anything but knowing that that was their situation, it made sense how France was trying hard to win her back. She was the only one she had. And it must've hurt that the only companion she ever had didn't even remember her.

"I… I didn't know that…" she faltered. Samantha quickly reached out a hand to hold hers.

"Just take your time to remember… I'm sure France understands the situation." Samantha replied, turning to the door as it slowly pushed itself open. Alex peeked from the said door and asked.

"Am I disturbing any girl talk?"

"A little. But I'll forgive you for now." Samantha grinned as Alex entered the room, dressed in comfortable sleeping wear.

"I made a deal with France to swap sleeping positions for tonight. Make sure skipping tomorrow's pancake will be worth it." he winked as he settled behind Samantha, the spooning was awkward as his metal leg was unbendable and heavy, but Maxine noticed the smile in Samantha's eyes and how it quickly forgot the uncomfort he was giving her. Maybe that's true love.

"Aw… I was about to add extra honey to your plate, Alex. What you did to Samantha was the sweetest thing ever. I guess France is up for a treat." She joked, making the girls giggle while Alex furrowed his brows.

"Well then, this night better be worth it." He proceeded to tickle Samantha and they found themselves rolling and rolling. Maxine took a minute to admire the scenery before her eyes slowly closed itself to sleep.

~

Ever since being brainwashed, Maxine wasn't able to dream of something, every morning she would be greeted by the same empty feeling, her thoughts would always consist of recent events.

This night was different. She vividly recalled a rainy afternoon. She and Francine stood by their mother's grave.

"I'm going to the army next week, Mom. It might take a while since I'll be seeing you again." Francine knelt and placed a small floral pot they arranged.

"Yeah Mom, your daughter finally used her toughness somewhere other than fighting me!" She remembered herself joking and nudging her sister. These were things that they did on a weekly basis, visit their mother’s grave and talk about their week.

“And since she’s out training for the rest of her life, I decided to move to California, maybe look for restaurants to work on maybe look for someone special.” Maxine mused. She could hear France giggle.

“I, on the other hand, won’t let myself fall for any of those tough army men.” France added.

“Are you sure about that? It’s like… turning down a million dollar offer.” Maxine teased.

“It really depends on the person. But while I’m in training, I’ll focus on improving.” She amended.

Then the memory faded, it felt like tv static started to consume her whole dream until she found herself awake, gasping for air.

“You okay?” Alex groggily asked her, cuddling Samantha who was sound asleep. She nodded and got up, she felt very thirsty.

Maxine hurriedly walked down the stairs quietly passing the empty command center. Oddly enough, the kitchen light was open and she could hear soft clanking of cutlery. She took a peek at Gary Sandersom, who’s sticking his tongue out and too busy making finishing touches on a cake of sorts. She knew they didn't have the right mould for basic pastries but seeing him actually holding a cake, surprised her.

“So this is the reason I wake up to missing ingredients.” She spoke firmly and crossed her arms, walking closely to Roach who scrambled and immediately hid the cake behind him.

“I’m just trying out new stuff. Baking looked fun.” He lied, stepping further back until his butt hit the sink.

“I already saw what you’re working on Gary. How did you form the shape? We didn’t have any mold.”

“When there’s a will, there’s a way.” He smiled proudly and showed her his cake. It was cylindrical, almost like that of a

“Mugs.” he explained as Maxine crept closer to his work, her eyes probed around it like a judge from masterchef.

“Wow. This looks nice. Is this for you?” she asked, feeling Gary’s body shake differently.

“Actually, it’s for you… France told me about your birthday and since I already missed it. I wanted to share one with you. You know… for uh… formality.” he stuttered. It was obvious that Gary was nervous. She felt this ever since they started cooking together, and she noticed that he was improving around her.

“Aww… thanks. No one’s ever baked a cake for me. Samantha just buys them.” Maxine chuckled and sat on the chair as Gary pulled out a candle and lit it.

“I’m supposed to give you one before we leave tomorrow. I guess you got too excited.” he laughed nervously and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Maxine gently reached for the hand and grazed it softly, smiling at Gary’s excited face.

“Make a wish.” Gary whispered, his minty breath tickled her nose. Maxine closed her eyes as the warm flame heated her cheeks. She would have wished for something personal, but instead she wished for something she thought needed to happen first.

“I wish… that this war will be over.” she opened her eyes and blew her candle as Roach silently clapped and cheered.

“Belated Happy Birthday Maxine.” He greeted with a warm hug, Maxine slowly gave in to his embrace and faced him. Tension sparked in the air between them as the chemicals moving between them started to react to each other, drawing their lips closer to each other. It was almost automatic, none of them held back as their lips clashed into a soft yet intense kiss. Their tongues were too shy to act but the lips were eager to meet again, soft smooches filled the quiet kitchen as their hands started to climb up to their faces.

“I.. um..” Gary shyly held back, his hands parted from her cheeks as they both stepped back from each other.

“It’s okay…" She whispered quickly, turning back to get herself a glass of water to calm herself from her nightmare and to cool off the heat of her body.

"I take it you're going back to bed?" Gary asked, leaning his arms across the table, looking at the cake.

"I think I can't sleep after that dream." She muttered. The reply signaled Roach to grab a fork and sit beside her.

"Dream? You're having dreams now?" Roach asked curiously, taking a slice off the cake and pointing the fork to her mouth.

"Yeah." Maxine continued with a vivid description of her dream, Roach momentarily spoon feeding her with cake every after thought.

Maxine actually stayed all morning talking to Roach, they discussed mostly about her dream and Roach was there to listen. He was what Maxine needed at the moment, a great listener who happened to be someone she's starting to fall for. She could also feel him growing close to her, that wasn't just any birthday kiss… I felt something else.

Maxine was almost jealous of Roach's colorful life. He shared so much of him that she actually felt guilty that she was only able to share one. He had lots of stories involving encounters with animals and most of it was about his dog.

"If you were to choose… Which animal would you prefer as a pet?" Gary asked curiously. The question made Maxine stop and think, admiring the slowly rising sun as she goes.

"Parrots sound fun. They talk back."

"Only if you teach them to…" Gary responded. He always does that, he's adding comments to her replies until they both agreed on a thing.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Maxine finally asked.

"Do what?"

"You know, influencing me to agree on your opinion?"

"I just want you to think I actually have something to say… Plus it keeps the conversation going… because I never really wanted it to stop." He smiled.

"Oi, Roach. Why is there no hot water yet?" Price yelled.

"Hang on Captain! The kettle isn't whistling yet!" Roach replied running to the kitchen leaving an amazed Maxine behind. A few minutes later Francine approached her.

No words were spoken as Maxine immediately wrapped her sister around her arms, she was really all she had and she was guilty that she couldn't remember her when they first met.

"I'm glad you found me… even amidst this mess." Maxine whispered to France's ears. She could feel her tears falling on her as they enjoyed the tender moment of their reunion.

"I remembered only one memory. Of us before we separated and lived independently. I think it's all I needed to truly tell who I am." Maxine said as Francine sobbed.

"I love you sis." France hugged again as they both cried.

Next Chapter : Going Dark Part 1

Notification Squad my Beloved

@smokeywhalee @samatedeansbroccoli @enderio @whimsywispsblog @beemybee @ricinbach

[getitinbusan]

CAM BUNNY TWO - SMUT

Part ONE Here

"Baby I'm so bored." 

You set your book face down to hold it's space, it was the 4th time he'd interrupted you.

"Why aren't you working on your mixtape, you need to get it done Guk." 

His fingers walked up your bare leg and stopped at the hem of your shorts. 

"I need inspiration," he whined while climbing on top of you. 

Tucking his head into your neck he trailed kisses down your collar bone, "and I'm horny."

You giggled while pushing his head, trying to keep him at bay but it only made him try harder. 

"I'd wager a bet that in the last 2 months you've had more sex than in your entire life." 

He smiled devilishly, "It's not my fault you feel so good."

He picked up the new vibrator that had been delivered earlier, "Plus, how am I supposed to focus with all this stuff around." 

"You want me to use it on you? We can show..." you picked up the card, "DaddyDong69 his gift in action." 

Jungkook laughed, "I can't believe men send you these things. Do you think they'd still watch if they knew you had a boyfriend?" 

You playfully bit the tip of the silicone, "Wanna find out?" 

Hoseok quickly walked back to his room from the dance studio. Lately he'd been experiencing an unusual but not necessarily unwelcome side effect of his long practice sessions.

It took  about 10 minutes to hit, his work outs had been increasing his testosterone levels, making his blood pump straight to his cock.

Turning the handle and locking the door behind him, he immediately tugged his pants down. Laptop and moisturizer conveniently at the ready he woke up the screen with the pad of his finger. 

He shouldn't be on here but he couldn't help himself, the CAMBUNNY site had been bookmarked for the last few months and he'd become a regular.

Jungkook didn't have to know, you didn't have to know. As long as he stayed on the screen chat what did it hurt? 

Your light was off, damn, what a waste of an erection.

Scrolling through pictures, he could get off to someone else, but it wouldn't be the same. Suddenly like you knew he was waiting, your availability turned on. 

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"You wanted to play Kookie, so we're going to play."

His eyes looked innocent and naive, two things he definitely wasn't. "Don't worry, I'll protect your secret identity."

You winked and threw the latex suit at him "Go put this on." 

Getting everything set up you flicked your room to open. 

Jungkook stood over you, "Why does everyone use weird names? What's an Angma-J?"

You laughed at him, "Well TOKKI...an Angma is a devilish fiend. A mischievous person who is extremely addicted to some pernicious habit, and in this case, I'm going to guess that it's porn." 

"Hmm," he repeated the word for practice, "pernicious...Is he a regular?"

"Yeah, he's been around a while, seems harmless enough. Want me to ask?" 

He slid the mask over his head, "Let's do it!" 

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"Hey baby," you spoke into the camera. "I was wondering if you'd like to watch something new tonight?"

Angma-J: What are you thinking? I'm so hard for you. 

I thought maybe you'd like to watch me get fucked by a real cock."

You pulled Jungkook and his shiny suit into the frame.

"You can pretend it's you in there...you inside me, you making me moan...what do you say?" 

Nothing, silence...you waited. Jungkook clicked mute, "Y/N, he's not going to do it, I'm telling you." 

"He will so you'd better shut up and remember not to use our names." 

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Was he really going to do it? Was he so sexually deprived that he'd sit here and watch you and Jungkook fuck while he masturbted?

He hit the keys one at a time…. words began appearing on the screen….

Angma-J: Fuck yes.

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You gave a quick wink to the camera and pulled your shirt off leaving Jungkook dumbfounded.

He had been 100% positive that Angma-J was going to bail and that he'd just get to fuck you while wearing the suit. 

He was frozen, you needed to fix this.

Leaning close to the camera, tits filling the screen you blocked the view of the room. Hitting mute you turned your head to look at him. "Guk, baby, are you scared?" 

"Not scared, I just don't know how to start…"

"I want you to show him I'm yours okay? Show him that real men get to fuck real women and not just their hands."

"Okay."

"Come stand behind me and play with my tits."

Unmuting and backing away from the camera his gloved hands wrapped around your chest and firmly gave your nipples a tug.

His touch turned them hard and he couldn't resist lowering his head to take a long suck. The open zipper mouth of his mask dragged cool and sharp across your flesh in contrast to his hot tongue on your bulleted tips. 

He looked up at you, his eyes weren't sparkly and playful as usual, they were dark and dangerous.

He brought his mouth to yours, teasing, coaxing your tongue to meet his. Grabbing your breast he held up your nipple in the space between you, both your tongues darting over it and each other. 

"Lay back," he commanded.

Moving to pull him back with you he caught both your hands. His one large hand easily secured both your arms above your head.

He smirked while angling the camera between your legs, "Don't you love looking at this pretty cunt?" 

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Hope could barely believe what he was seeing. He was so jealous that Jungkook got to fuck you whenever he wanted. 

He looked down at his weeping cock wishing he could just put it in you. 

Angma -J: put your fingers in her and fuck her with them …. rough.

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Jungkook looked at you, it was strange yet exciting to let someone else call the shots.

While he was apprehensive to proceed without your consent, he had also watched you before, and felt he knew your limits.

He held his fingers up to the camera and smiled before he plunged them two deep inside you without warning. 

His hand thrust hard, you were sure you'd be bruised from his knuckles in the morning. 

Still confining your hands, you were at his mercy. Bringing his mouth back to your chest he bit your nipple and tugged it between his teeth. 

"Fuck…" you almost said his name but caught yourself.

He laughed, "Fuck what baby? Does your tiny pussy hurt from my fingers?" He looked back at the camera, "should I give her another?"

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Hope shifted in his seat, cock in hand stroking the tip slowly.

He was trying not to be over eager, he wanted this to last. He'd tuned into you a few times but fuck, something about watching Jungkook use you made it 100 times better.

Angma -J: Tell me how she tastes

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The question triggered him, the look he had on his face was predatory. Being allowed to let his perversions come out while in disguise felt so good.

He let go of your hands and dropped to his knees. Spreading your wet lips apart he smiled directly into the camera before taking a big lick. 

"So fucking good, like a tart juicy apple. You know when you take a hug bite and it gets all over your chin..fuck, just like that. 

He worked his mouth around your clit, circling it, sucking it, teasing it until your excitement was dripping. 

Using his tongue he gathered up your milky discharge and held it out for Angma-J to envy.

Making a show of swallowing it Jungkook moaned, "Hot apple pie." 

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He almost came right then and there. He had to look away from the screen before he blew his load.

Angma-J: Make her suck you off

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You swear you'd never seen Jungkook this happy about anything.

He stood up over you with a crooked grin, "We both want my cock in your mouth."

Standing up you let your hands travel over the black vinyl suit. It hugged every curve, accentuated every muscle as his hard cock strained against it looking for release. 

You got on your knees and licked the outline of his tip while looking into the camera.

The zipper ran from bottom to top, starting at the base of his cock to just below his belly button. You opened it slowly and only enough to remove his balls.

His delicate flesh laying against the suit made a strong contrast for the camera. He let his head fall to watch while you sucked them into your mouth, one at a time, back and forth. 

"You want more, baby?"

Jungkook nodded as you worked the zipper higher. His full hard length sprang out demanding attention from your mouth. 

You put your hands behind your back so your viewer could see everything.

Just sucking his tip, Jungkook got whiney, not getting the full sensation he was after.

"That's not enough, I know you can take my whole cock." 

You smiled and flicked his tip with your tongue, "make me."

Grabbing a fist full of hair he pulled your head back, "Open wide for Appa." 

He slid his cock into your mouth slowly the first few times letting your throat relax then faster and deeper.

Holding your head stationary he fucked himself into your throat. Gagging around him, drool spilled from your mouth down your tits. Unclasping your hands from behind you, you rubbed the liquid over your breasts.

Lubricating your nipples you scissor pinched them between your fingertips. 

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Angma-J: I want to see her pink pussy get off on the suit. Thigh ride? 

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Jungkook groaned, "But i'm not done." 

"Too bad babe, you've gotta do what the customer wants and the customer wants to watch me get off."

You smiled playfully at the lens and switched to the bed camera.

"I think we can give you a good view from here." 

You patted the bed for Jungkook to lay down and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table.

Holding it high in the air you let a stream fall slowly over his leg, fuck this was going to feel good. 

Straddling his thigh you let your sex slide across him. The slick of the wet vinyl dragging across your clit was almost too much sensation to handle.

Jungkook and J-Hope both stroked themselves in time with your motions as you humped Kookies leg.

Hobi leaned into the screen, your opening was glimmering with wetness and he could see you beginning to clench.

Crying out, Jungkook grabbed your hips and helped you move through your climax. The thick strings of your release clung between you and the suit, a white trail sticking to the material. 

Both men were becoming desperate to cum. 

"How should I finish her?"

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Angma-J: "In her ass, I bet she really likes that"

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"Do you like that baby? Do you like taking my cock in your ass?"

In show of approval you spread your ass cheeks apart.

Running his fingers over your cunt he gathered the excess slick and pushed it into your anus making you moan. 

He looked at the Camera, always the showman, "Are you ready?" 

He slapped your bottom, and pressed his tip at your entrance. Pushing nice and slow he meweled, "I love fucking this ass." 

Sitting back on his knees he held your hips guiding you to thrust yourself onto him.

He liked it like this, he was always afraid he'd go too deep or too hard but like this, you were in control. You weren't afraid, you loved every stroke, feeling him deep inside you. 

He was breathing heavy...

Hope was clutching his cock ready to explode....

"Tell me I'm being a good girl."

"So fucking good." J hope moaned to the screen.

"Tell me how badly you want to cum into me."

"I want to watch it drip out of you baby," Kookie purred.

As you sank back he grabbed your waist and held you still while ejaculating into you with a grunt.

Pulling his cock out you backed into the camera.

J-Hope finished himself while watching Jungkook's cum ooze out of you and down your leg. 

Turning off the feed you collapsed beside your boyfriend.

Pulling his mask off, you kissed him passionately.

"I missed your face...and your body. Let's get you out of this suit." 

Showered and napped, he headed back to the dorms around dinner time. Most of the guys were already eating in the common kitchen.

Jungkook opened the fridge, there had to be at least 5 pies in there.

He looked at the others, "who the hell ordered all these?"

J-Hope came walking in holding a plate with a fork shoved in his mouth.

"Hobi," Jungkook clued in, "what fucking type of pie is that?"

Hope set the items on the counter before Jungkook could chase him. As he began to flee he yelled out laughing, "I had a sudden craving for Apple." 

[systemadministratorclu]

This reaction is.....unexpected, to say the least. But Rourke knows how to adapt quickly to the unexpected. In the US Army, the Atlantean guard, and the Rovarian Starfleet, you had to, or you'd end up dead. And since he's not dead, he obviously could.

So he looks surprised for about two seconds as she bypasses his offered fist to full on hug him and start falling apart on his shoulder. Then he recovers and returns the embrace in a way he's very skilled at. His arms wrap slowly around her, giving plenty of time to stop if it's too much or she doesn't want it. If she allows it, those strong arms close around her like the gates of a mighty fortress (appropriate, as 'Rourke' means 'illustrious and mighty'). He's quiet for a moment, making sure she's okay with what he's doing. Then he speaks, his voice soft yet firm at the same time, a voice that seems to just naturally command respect and attention.

"Doom, I want you to listen to me, and really listen, because this is important. You. Did not. Kill her. She chose to join Them. Just like she chose to cross the rift. You could not have killed her. You are no more responsible for this than I was when we thought you died. This is exactly what we talked about before you jumped, see? Only this time, you're in my position and she's in yours." He pauses a moment, pulling back a little to look her in the face as he explains his meaning.

"I took you out to the black hole. And I gave you the means to make the jump. That's all I could control, and that's all I can claim responsibility for. But whether or not you took the jump was ultimately your choice. Same thing here. You provided the means for her to go-unintentionally, but the outcome is the same-and that is all you can be held responsible for. What she did with what you gave, that was her decision, just like what you did with what I gave was your decision."

"I'll admit, I didn't know her that well. But I don't think she would say that you killed her. And I don't think she'd want you to say you did....." Another pause. He's really not great at this, but dammit, he's trying. She came to him for some reason he couldn't guess so he's just trying to help. He's not gonna lie to her, though.

"I'm sorry, I'm not great at this, but.....my point is, this isn't your fault. She chose to go to that other dimension with those aliens in it, and she chose to join them. I'm not saying you have to like her choice or agree with it, I personally wouldn't. But you're not responsible for it. You didn't kill your sister, and if someone tries to say you did, well, let me have a word with them. And.....I'm here for you, too. I may not be the best advice giver, but I'll listen to whatever you need me to, you know your stuff's safe with me. Gods, he hopes he hasn't made things worse between them. But it's true. He's kept important things, including both a phallic rock and a secret-or was it more of a confession? Eh, same idea-safe for her all this time. He can certainly be trusted with anything she tells him, and he's made it clear he'll do whatever she needs from him if he's able to. In some way, he'll be there for his friend, like a strong solid rock. In the storm of emotions and sea of change, he'll be (just as his name means) an island, illustrious and mighty.

🫂 (hug meme for Doom)

But Lyle knows she's not much of a hugger, so he offers a fist bump instead

**OR**

Milo.....isn't sure what to do here, but she didn't seem to actually like the last time he hugged her. More like she allowed it so as not to hurt his feelings or something. At least that's what it seemed like. So he just stands here awkward and unsure what to do next.

//didn't want to send them as a pair, but didn't want to fire of two nearly identical asks, lol. You don't have to answer both unless you want to.//

Send 🫂 to hug my muse and see their reaction!

It's ironic, being that Doom was the one who'd asked Rourke if he was the one who'd be able to accept the consequences if Doom died from jumping into the black hole, but here Doom is hugging Rourke and falling apart because she's now having to live with the consequences of her sister dying as a result of those same actions.

She never saw any of this coming, and if she had, things would have been so much different, and that's part of what makes this so hard. Hindsight. Regret. Choice. Knowing that she couldn't change things and was essentially powerless in it all.

"I killed her..." is all she can manage to say through all her sharp, shuddering sobs, because that's the only things he can think, and feel.

She's the reason Thursday is dead. And there is nothing she can do about it.

[one-boring-person]

Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Ten)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood, mentioned death, injury, gun violence

Context: The SRS have finally arrived, in time for Halloween.

A/N: This is a little bit late, but it's slightly Halloween themed, so I hope that it's still alright! Spot the reference I "accidentally" left in there😉😅

Masterlist

Eerie music plays from hidden speakers as the costumed crowd ambles by, children screaming and laughing as scare actors jump out at them, the variety of zombies, witches and mummies, not to mention vampires, too, astounding, movie characters and even some book characters making appearances around every turn, familiar and unfamiliar lines being spoken to cheerful bypassers. Painted masks and faces litter the mixed throng of people, the twinkling, orange-cast lights throwing the crevices of each visage into sharper definition, ghoulish grins becoming longer, twisted grimaces becoming even more painful, the many slashers roaming the Boardwalk now covered in a blacker blood than before, each fake knife, axe and machete lathered in the stuff. A sickly sweet odour lingers in the air as sweets and chocolate are passed around, often accompanied by a smoking joint, or sachet of some other high-class substance, the strong reek of sweat providing an unpleasant undertone as the stifling costumes heat their wearers despite the late October chill.

As a child, I used to love Halloween. There was always something enchanting about it: you could become anything, or anyone you wanted for the night, and no one would question you on your choice, or look at you oddly because everyone was doing the same. A cheery atmosphere always seemed to hang over the annual event, the leading pumpkins that glittered along the streets and the creative decorations building up the necessary excitement over the weeks before the 31st; a fun game of mine had been to run down the streets of my hometown and count every pumpkin we could see, separately, and see who had the highest tally at the end of the day. Once the winner had been decided, they'd get first dibs on the treats handed to us at each door when we later went Trick-Or-Treating, a rule which drew many arguments to the table when we eventually compiled our loot.

Now, as I watch the roaming children, all I can think of is how easy it is for the supernatural to wreck havoc on this night, given that the spiritual veil is much thinner than usual, and no one suspects anyone of the authenticity of their outfit until it's too late. On his night, the SRS always have their hands full, meaning everyone is deployed, not just the normal Hunters: the retired Soldiers still capable of fighting, Clean-Up teams and A.R.O (Aftermath Recon Operatives) Soldiers all made to help out with the bloody massacres that occur all over the country. The holiday has a morbid side that no one sees, and there's always a high body count the next morning.

Beside me, Marko pushes and shoves at people that come too close, the vampire loudly criticizing any costume made to look like his species, his "improvements" just a little too specific to be joking ones, not quite realising that I'm not listening to him. Instead, I'm scanning the crowds, looking out for the tell tale uniform and tactics used by the SRS Clean-Up teams, eyeing any suspicious person keenly until they prove to me they aren't a threat, often earning me harsh stares from their companions. The two of us look out of place in our "normal" clothing, neither of us dressing up, as we forgot that it was, in fact, the 31st, meaning a costume would've provided a good disguise in case we do come across any dangers. Even as we walk, I bite at my lip, feeling very exposed in my current state, my fists clenching at my sides as I try to stop myself from fidgeting too much, knowing that a nervous disposition is a great disadvantage in a fight, should one break out.

"Hey can we get something to eat? I kinda want some food." Marko suddenly asks me, not waiting for my reply as he pulls me over to a nearby sweet stand, the vampire excited by the prospect of buying the sugary treats.

Uneasy, I stand and turn back to the crowd, watching each face closely, my gut starting to feel odd as I notice something odd about a certain few members of the crowd. Eyes widening in realisation, I grab the back of Marko's coat and drag him away from the stand and into the alley behind it, ignoring his protests as I clap a hand over his mouth.

"Be quiet." I command him in a low voice, giving him a warning look as I slowly take my hand away from his mouth.

"What are you doing?" He hisses at me, eyes narrowed.

"They're here." I respond, looking out at the crowd as I try to figure out what to do, thinking over my options until I notice that someone has spotted us over here; someone who I've already identified.

As I watch, they start to make their way over to the stand, casually wading through the people around them as they try to look inconspicuous, though the mere sight of them makes my pulse hitch.

Thinking quickly, I grab the front of Marko's jacket and pull him closer, pressing my back to the wall as I lean closer to his face, ignoring his shocked expression.

"Kiss me, quick!" I order him, wrapping my hands around his neck as he splutters slightly.

"What?"

"Do it!" I growl, pulling him closer.

Still shocked, the vampire leans in and presses his lips to mine, carefully kissing me until I yank on his hair, silently asking him to be a little more rough, to which he responds by shoving me harder into the wall, his hands gripping my hips much tighter. Groaning slightly, I momentarily forget why we're in this situation, letting myself enjoy the rough kisses as he ravishes my mouth with his tongue, only opening my eyes again to look briefly over his shoulder at the Boardwalk, noticing that the person is no longer there. Knowing this, I let the kiss come to its natural end, before pulling away.

"Thanks..." I say, awkwardly, blushing as he reluctantly lets me go, the vampire clearly wanting more as he allows his hand to linger at my hip a little longer than necessary.

"No problem." He wipes his mouth, grinning at me as he regains his composure, "What did you need it for?"

"One of them was coming over here, and it was the first thing I could think of." I admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Right." Marko lifts an eyebrow, smirking, "How did you know it was one of them?"

I laugh, dryly, gesturing with my head for him to follow me back out into the crowd.

"Well, back in New Orleans, the head of the SRS realised one Halloween that our Soldiers need a disguise for this particular night, without being too conspicuous, so that they fit in but can also be recognised by each other. She decided that the mask of a plague doctor would be fitting. She said it works for us, because we're ridding the world of a "plague", just as they were." I roll my eyes, "Obviosuly, this makes them very easy for me to spot them, seeing as I used to dress up the same way."

"Oh, right." Marko nods, understandingly, evidently sending some mental explanation to the rest of the vampires, who are stationed around the Boardwalk.

"You can tell them apart, because they have a golden cross engraved just below the right eye on the mask, so we don't get mixed up with others." I clarify for him.

"Good to know." He frowns, "Did you say she decided? As in the head of the SRS is a girl?"

I nod, a little annoyed by the question, but knowing where he's coming from.

"Yep. Her name is Valentine Fletcher. She's the best fighter we've ever had and has the largest body count of all. Not even the Generals around the world come close to her efficiency, she's just too good. I've met her once, and she was also one of the most stuck-up princesses I've ever come across."

"I guess that's why she's the leader, then." Marko chuckles, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

"Excuse me." An unfamiliar voice interrupts us, a hand placing itself firmly on my shoulder as I turn around to face the person. My heart drops as I take in the eerie black beak-shaped mask, the golden cross glittering under the right eye as they catch the lights, the cloaked figure keeping a strong grip on my arm.

"Can I help you?" I ask, getting ready to run as Marko notices the cross, too.

"Yes, I was wondering if you could come with me." The Soldier says, though the tone in her voice is much more demanding, informing me that there is, in fact, no choice.

"I'd rather not." Without a second thought, I slam my arm into her elbow, snapping it inwards as she lets out a surprised cry, allwoig me time to duck under her and and push past her, sprinting away into the crowd with Marko hot on my heels.

Five loud gunshots sound behind us, the Soldier having shot at us with a hidden gun through the crowd, screams and shouts of fear and panic suddenly tearing through the air as the atmosphere suddenly becomes too real, the bullets smashing into the ground behind the two of us terrifying the costumed Boardwalk-goers. Instantly, the crowd around us starts pushing and shoving each other, the heaving current of people now pushing us along as they scramble to get to safety, arms flailing and legs kicking as they go, slowing our progress significantly. Growling in frustration, I pull Marko to the side, intending to reach the alley again, wincing when there are two more shots behind us, though I make it to safety without a scratch. It's only when I hear Marko's laboured breathing that I realise he wasn't so lucky.

"Shit, Marko, are you going to be alright? Can you keep moving?" I ask him, being to figure out where he was shot as he starts to sway on his feet, eyes drooping closed as the pain starts to eat away at him. Grimacing, I swiftly scan the area, spotting a large bin a little way away, which I drag him over to.

"Get in there and close the lid, you'll be safe." I tell him, opening it and giving him a leg up into the reeking interior, helping him settle as quickly as I can, before I go to move again, "I'll be back."

With one last look at him, I firmly shut the lid and start running down the alley, taking as many winding corners as I can, hoping to throw them off as I start to hear pounding footsteps behind me, shouts and calls seemingly coming from everywhere as I start to breathe harder, my pulse pounding in my ears. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, giving me the speed I need to get away from my pursuer, the air rushing harshly into my throat as I turn down another backroad.

A sudden gunshot, followed by a spike of agony in the back of my knee brings me to the floor, my body crashing into a discarded car as it rolls awkwardly to a halt, groans of pain swiftly starting to leave me. Gripping at the new wound on my leg, I try to force myself upright again, only to be kicked back to the ground again by a cloaked figure, who keeps kicking until I'm cowering on the ground, blood pouring down my face. When they are finished, they reach down and force me into a standing position, half-dragging me out of the alley and to the car park conveniently placed by the mouth of the road, where a circle of similarly clad people are waiting, the forms of three kneeling people visible in the dim light of the streetlights. Pulling me over to them, my attacker throws me to the ground in the centre of the circle, manhandling me onto my knees, drawing a small cry of pain from me.

Looking around at the three kneeling people, I feel my heart stop as I instantly recognise them: David, Dwayne and Paul, the three of them bloodied and beaten, burn marks littering their faces from the holy water that was most likely used on them. Horror and guilt flood me as I see them, David's head coming up so he can make eye contact with me, his blue eyes filled with hate and anger.

"Are we all here now?" Someone asks, their voice unfamiliar to me.

"No, there is one more." A voice calls from a little way away, Marko soon being forced onto his knees beside Paul as he is dragged into the light. The vampire is pale now, dark circles appearing under his eyes as his vampiric features break through, his body trying to keep itself from shutting down as he slowly bleeds out, the bullet wounds still oozing the crimson stuff out onto his shirt.

"Ok, that's everyone, we can get started." The person speaks again, this time sounding more decisive.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n), you have been arrested for conspiring with the enemy, and for shooting a senior officer, willingly, instead of a vampire that was held hostage. Do you accept these charges?" Someone else says, the voice somewhat familiar, though I don't remember where from.

Knowing it is pointless to resist, I lower my head to my chest and reply.

"I do."

"And you are aware of the punishments that these crimes bring upon you?"

"I am."

"And they are?"

I take a deep breath, my muscles tense as I try to ignore the pain in my body.

"Execution on the sight of capture." I recite robotically, knowing them well.

"Good, you remember some form of honour." They sneer, before addressing the rest of the gathered Soldiers, "Are there any volunteers among us who would like to carry out the deed?"

"I do." My blood runs cold at the sound of the voice, my head lifting to look up at the Hunter that has stepped forwards.

"Elijah Forsyth, you wish to perform the necessary execution of (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?" The first speaker questions, confirming the name to me even as they take off their mask.

Instantly, the cold blue eyes lock with mine, the dark-haired Hunter giving me a poisonous look as he limps over to me.

"I do."

"Then it shall be so. Do what you must."

With those words, Elijah steps over to me, drawing a gun from his belt and cocking it deliberately, maintaining eye contact as he lowers it to my forehead.

As the weapon is brought to my skin, I keep my chin up, refusing to feel bad about the actions that brought me here in the first place. Without a word, I accept the fate that will befall me.

Part Eleven

[jpat82]

Nameless

Chapter 10

Wanda rebounded off of whoever she ran into, she held onto the boy tighter as she landed on her butt. She heard the other person crash onto the forest floor at the same time, heart in her throat she quickly pushed herself up to her feet. Wanda held her hand up, holding the child to her with her other arm, red wisps of smoke slowly began to drip from her palm as her eyes clouded over red.

The other person popped up to his feet, shaggy light brown hair a mess with leaves and twigs stuck in it. He turned around, his baby face full of shock and then confusion as he raised his hands up. Brown eyes looked from Wanda's face to the child in her arm and then to the hand that currently had crimson smoke falling to the ground.

"Are.. are you okay?" He asked, the nervousness broke through as he stuttered.

"Who are you?" Wanda commanded, every muscle in her body tense as she stood her ground.

"I'm.. what the hell is going on with your hands?" He asked, hands up, palms still facing her.

"Who are you?" She shouted, the kid's eyes snapped up from her hand. She could see the gash on his forehead, blood trickled down his brow, she could smell the copper scent in the air. There was something unusual about the smell, it wasn't vampiric, it didn't smell like the wolves, nor the beasts that over took her home, it was something entirely new and foreign to her.

"I'm Peter." He relied, looking over his shoulder as he bit his bottom lip. "Don't tell me you are one of those things."

"What?" Wanda asked, her brow knitting together. "I could ask you the same question, you have no business in this forest."

"No, I was headed this way to see Mr Barnes." Peter told her.

"Why?" She demanded.

"Cause I needed to talk to him." Peter told her lowering his hand down a fraction. "And then those things came out of nowhere."

"The daemons?" Wanda asked, as she slowly lowered her hand, the smoke still falling lightly from it.

     "I guess, I ran into one on my way up here... I left him.. a little tied up but i don't think it will hold for very long." The kid told her looking back behind him, it was the direction of the main road, the one she had been headed to.

     "Please tell you didn't come from the road." Wanda asked, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip. Luca began to squirm in her arms, his piercing blue eyes focused on the new person standing before them.

     "Yeah?" Peter responded, looking back at the bright eyed child.

      "Shit." Wanda looked back toward the direction of the house. "You said there was only one?"

     "Yeah, why?"

      "I'll have to take my chances." She muttered to herself and walked around Peter.

     "Hey, where are you going?" Peter asked as followed her.

     "Bucky isn't home, none of them are. And the daemons have taken over the house." Wanda replied as she marched down the hill side. "I have to get Luca out of here, the road is the fastest and safest route so I'll have to go that way. Plus I can hope my family is on their way back."

     "Then I'll join you, not saying you aren't capable of fighting those things with whatever that red stuff was but two is better then one." Peter stated, stepping in line with auburn hair woman.

     "And please tell me, what can you do to help?" Wanda asked, looking over at him.

     The sound of rustling came from their left, both of them looked over just as pure white face emerged from the brush. It's skin wrinkled and pulled back tight over the structure of its skull. Black eyes sunken in, lips an unnatural violet. It stepped out, lith limbs, it's clothes hung off of its body. Peter stepped forward, pushing Wanda and the child behind him.

     He whipped up his arm, his hand pointed in the direction of the daemon was coming from and that when Wanda saw something she couldn't explain. Webs, or something that resembled webs shot from the young mans wrist, coating the beast in the thick white string. Peter only stopped once the daemon was subdued and trapped, he looked back at the wide eyed vampire.

    "I'm not entirely human myself." Peter told her.

———-

“So these things are after my son, why? To turn him into a daemon?” You asked Pietro, walking next to the man who was staying next to you since the hounds had decided to run ahead and scout out the forest.

“My guess, to try and strengthen the ‘bloodline’.” He responded keeping his eyes focused ahead of him. “Vampires, Pures, are the closest to them. What makes them them is the most similar to a daemon. It’s more virus like then any other creatures. Everyone else it changed the genetic make up.”

“So he wants to infect my child.” You fumed, shaking your head. “I’m guessing to wipe out the planet.”

“Pretty much.” He stated.

“No wonder the Pures did what they did.” You sighed, you wrapped your arms around your chest. It was then you missed James more then ever. You wanted him by your side when you came face to face with Thanos, you’d be stronger. But you didn’t know where he was, if he had Luca. You hoped the rest of your family was okay, and that the daemons hadn’t gotten to them. They were strong but after seeing what they could do to Steve and the hounds you weren’t sure. “Is there a way to kill them?”

“Yes but we,” he said pointing to himself and then to you. “Won’t be able to do by ourselves. The last time it was the Pures and as you know they are way stronger then vampires made like Steve and the rest of us. Yes, you’re a pure but you won’t be able take them on alone.”

“So we’re screwed.” You stated. “Then why are we head back the house? Why are we following them?”

“Because Bucky would want to do fight him after we’ve regrouped and that’s what we’re doing. We are just going to meet him there.”

“We have a problem!” Thor shouted, as lumbering form emerging front he woods ahead, Loki only steps behind him.

—————

“Sir, it looks like they fled through a secret tunnel.” One of the daemons told Thanos as he stood before the big picture window staring out looking out into the dense forest beyond.

“Of course the witch would.” He replied, his deep voice echoing off the walls.

“She has the child with her, should we follow her?” The daemon ask him, watching his leader.

“No, the child can wait.” Thanos replied as he slowly turned. “Burn the forest.”

“What? I thought you needed him?”

“I do, but it can wait. First I want to pay the pure back for destroying my master piece.” Thanos told him as his heavy foot steps walk toward the lit fire place. “He brought down my army, he set me back on my destiny and now I shall repay him. Once I’ve destroyed his home, I’ll get the child and kill his family as he watches.”

“Yes sir.” The daemon nodded scurrying out of the room to relay the message.

Thanos opened the gate that covered the fireplace, he grabbed one of the pokers. Jamming it into one the logs, watching as the fire kicked off of it. He pulled it out carefully, the glow lighting up his lavender face. He flung it into the nearest of book shelves, a smile spread across his face as the fire exploded upon contact and began to consume the books. Thanos reached in with a golden gloved hand and grabbed another lit log before throwing it at the smooth panes of glass.

—————

Bucky smelled it as he exited the tunnel, smoke filtering in through the trees. It was faint but still there, his eyes scanned the woods before him but he couldn’t see where the cause was. He heart was in his throat as he looked around wildly, his eyes land on Vision and he didn’t have to state anything before he watched the man float above the canopy.

Steve looked back toward his friend, crimson eyes wide as he too could smell smoke upon the wind. A dread had settled on the family as they waited for Visions return.

“Sir, it seems the forest is on fire. From my calculations, it seems to stemming from the center.” Vision announced as he floated back down to the rest of the group.

“Luca.” Bucky breathed as stared in the direction that his home laid.

“Wanda’s with him.” Sam told the vampire. “She would of gotten him out to safety.”

“And Pietro is with Y/n, no doubt they will smell the smoke as well. And she has the wolves.” Steve stated quickly, grabbing Bucky by the shoulder. “We have to get to the town before the fire gets that far, we have to warn Fury and the others.”

“But.” Bucky stated, looking at Steve before looking at out into the forest.

“Steve’s right.” Sam stated firmly. “We have to warn them, remember, that’s what we all agreed upon when we moved here. We would keep them safe, we were what was going to change what people thought of us.”

“I hate to agree with the two stooges, you put plans in place in case of something just like this happened. First we save the town. The others will go to Brookvill, to the safe house. That’s the plan.” Tony stated as he looked at Clint and Vision. “Once the wolves find the house on fire they’ll turn y/n and Pietro back toward there. Wanda will head there because that’s always been the plan if the house was ever over run.”

Bucky chewed on his bottom lip, eyes glowing bright blue. He knew they were right, he knew getting the humans to safety was his top priority. But there was a part of him that didn’t care. He wanted you and wanted Luca. He needed to know that they were safe, that Thanos and the rest hadn’t got to them.

“Buck, you ain’t got much time.” Clint spoke up from behind him. “What’s the next move, dawn will be fast approaching.”

“Stick to the plan.” Bucky finally relented. “Get the humans to safety.”

To be continued in the next book.....

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Summary: Saying you’ll die for someone else is quite a selfish promise.  Rin and Yugo try to figure out things together

If there was one good thing about the nightmares, at least by now Yugo had learned to wake up without screaming.

His entire body was soaked with sweat as he awoke, remnants of the dream that clung to his skin. In the hazy aftermath where one can't be sure what's reality and what's not, all he could do was lay there in silence as he pawed for Rin.

She's not here. She's not here. You could have saved her but you chose to focus on petty revenge and now she's gone.

Before those worries could consume him whole, he heard a rush of water surge through the pipes. Immediately his entire body relaxed as he realized she was just in the bathroom, and he rolled over to try and feign sleep before she came back.

However as she climbed in to join him, Yugo noticed that she going much slower than usual. Before he could figure out what could be wrong, she leaned over to look him directly in the eye.

"Why are you doing up at this hour?" Golden eyes stared into blue. Even if she hadn't caught him wide awake, he wouldn't have been able to resist meeting her gaze.

"Just stupid stuff," He finally looked away. "Nothing much."

"Nuh-huh, when the actual ray of sunlight isn't beaming as usual, something has to be wrong. Don't lie to me." She rolled him back over so he was facing her. "Just tell the truth."

He studied her closely for a few seconds, every contour of her face and the shadows that shaded it. More and more, Yugo found himself overcome with just how much he loved her, a burning intensity that seemed to grow every day. He peppered kisses across her face—one on her forehead, one on her nose—each for less than half a second, but the more he kissed her, the longer his lips lingered until he couldn't take it anymore and finally pressed his mouth against hers. Words were hardly his strong suit, so he tried to communicate everything he wanted to say and more with his kiss.

When they finally broke apart, he leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder as a shudder passed through his body.

"I can't lose you again," He whispered against her skin. "Not again."

Her hands danced up his back, fast and quick and searching for a way to occupy them—a habit of hers when deep in thought.

"You're always good at comforting me, yet I can never do the same. I feel pretty useless."

"Rin—" He pulled back form their embrace to tell her no, she was driven and clever as a whip and wonderful and everything he could ever need, but before he could say anything else, she gripped his hands in hers and slowly guided them to her growing belly.

"Will the baby be able to help?"

He hadn't really forgotten about it, but the realization that she was having his child that they had created together hit him just as much as when she had first figured it out. Almost reverently he traced her taunt stomach. The doctor had said she still had her third trimester to get to, but he couldn't help but picture children with Rin's eyes and his smile.

"I'll protect you and this child with my life." Blues eyes grew somber. "No matter what, I'll—"

"You can't protect us from everything," She interrupted, words coming out clumsy and rushed. "It's just the reality of things. Something or another will end up hurting me eventually. Even you might hurt me—"

"Not on purpose—"

"Never on purpose." Something between a laugh and a sob bubbled out her throat. "I've come to accept that though. The only thing I can't accept is if you do something dumb and end up leaving us alone." She pulled Yugo forward to kiss him soft and tenderly. "I can't afford to lose you either."

While the nightmare no longer haunted him, he still felt a certain restlessness gnawing at his core. It hadn't been brought on by the kiss, but something else about the conversation. He must have been pretty transparent about it because Rin started speaking again.

"I'm really bad at this comforting thing, making it all about me. Just give me a second, I might have an idea." She positioned them so he was hugging her from behind, hands still rested on her stomach. "I think you're having one of my problems—thinking too much about everything—and sometimes when I can't sleep I've started focusing on the baby instead. So just don't think for now." She snuggled deeper into his chest.

It was almost ironic considering usually she'd scolded him over not thinking, but it was an easy command to follow. Yugo closed his eyes and wondered if he could really sense their baby growing inside of her.

There was a slight movement below his palm, and he couldn't help but grin as sleep came back slowly but surely.

A.N. I guess this is partly to make up for my last appleshipping thing and because I can’t help but imagine them grown-up and in situations like this

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*In the prison quarters of the Dark Heart, Katie walks back to where Riley's cell is. He is still suspended by the magnetic field*

Riley: What... back for more trash talk?

*Katie laughs at the blonde-haired man's remark*

Katie: I get the feeling you'll trash talk me whether I'm around or not.

Riley: You got that right, you perverted prostitute.

*Katie withdraws the Darkspike from its sheath and holds its blade up to Riley's neck threateningly*

Katie: But a little respect for a lady would be nice.

Riley: Lady? Ha! You're no lady. You're hot as heck, but you're no lady. You're a psychopath.

*She lowers the sword*

Katie: Tsk, tsk... You really do spend too much time with the Blujay.

Riley: What do you want from me? I got no info that's useful to you.

Katie: I don't need info from you, Riley. But it would be a lot easier if you did cooperate.

Riley: Cooperate how, exactly?

Katie: Why would the Blujay come to a different Realm in the first place? Is our universe not good enough for him?

Riley: ...a different Realm?

Katie: That's what I said.

Riley: We're in... a different Realm?

Katie: Are you honestly going to make myself sound like an idiot and repeat myself?

Riley: I mean, you can't change "sounding like an idiot", but--

*She raises the sword again*

Katie: I could kill you now.

Riley: But you won't... because you need me.

*Katie is silent, and she walks back and forth. Riley smirks*

Riley: Lemme guess... You've found Blujay already but you need him alive, so you're going to conveniently use me as a prisoner as a means of trading me with him. Or at the last second, while his back is turned, finally kill me off.

Katie: ...Am I that predictable?

Riley: Oh, profusely!

Katie: You are charming, I'll hand you that, Riley, but ignorant to the last. You don't even know what I'm planning.

Riley: I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say it has something to do with that glowing purple stuff running through your veins.

*Katie widens her eyes, then furrows her eyebrows angrily. Riley laughs*

Riley: Oh, come on, Katie, this is too easy! You always pursue the same thing, always go about pursuing it the same way, and every time, you always find a way to come up short! When are you going to give up on this dream of marrying Blujay?

*Katie smirks*

Katie: Just as I figured. Ignorant.

Riley: Is that it? You came to prove that's you're smarter than me? That's pathetic.

Katie: What's Blujay's "type"?

Riley: Blujay's type?

Katie: Yes.

Riley: Ha! Not you.

*Katie pulls up a chair nearby, sheathing her sword and now suddenly in a playful mood*

Katie: No, I'm serious! What's Blujay's type?

Riley: Why do you care?

Katie: Oh... just curious.

Riley: Take everything you are, make it the opposite, and bingo!

Katie: Riley, you're not helping!

Riley: I'm sorry, is this for you? Or are you asking for a friend?

Katie: How am I ever supposed to be Blujay's dream girl if I don't know what to aim for?

*Riley raises an eyebrow, then rolls his eyes*

Riley: Oh fine! ... He likes women that have a certain calm to them, but are strong and resolute in their thinking. They're also really attractive, most of the time. But he likes women who follow good moral codes, and keep to them constantly. Kinda like that one girl you killed off... what was her name? "Laura?"

*Katie smiles, stands up from her chair, and walks out*

*Riley, completely confused, remained where he was*

Riley: Was it something I said?

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*Katie, upon returning to the command deck, turns to the commanding Kennet nearby*

Katie: Commander, change the order for Samus Aran from "Kill" to "Capture". She actually may be of more use to us than we previously anticipated.