#BUT I AM GOING TO START BITING THE BARS OF MY CAGE OKAY I'M NOT NORMAL

[kazoosandfannypacks]

me, in the middle of reading one book, knowing i have a sizeable tbr stack on my desk, fourteen fics marked for later, a manga I haven't touched on my nightstand, and full intentions to buy another new book this week: i should reread the shuttle.

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. Here to finally get Virgil his pet.)

Hi Virgil, we’re going to the animal shelter! You can take a look at what animals they have and see if any tickle your fancy, then you can get the necessary stuff to take care of them and take them home. Sound good?

Glow Eyes

All at once Virgil's jacket and shoes had been thrown onto him and before he could blink he was already standing outside the animal shelter. A low rumble of barks and chirping came from inside the building.

You appeared on his shoulder while saying your message and even though he had on a grumpy expression for grumpiness sake he still nodded along to you.

"I'm assuming we're stealing the stuff?" He saw your face and laughed "Just kidding. Though you are paying"

He took a moment to ready himself before stepping into the shelter. Just the thought of having to talk to the receptionist made his heart start to beat so fast he could nearly hear it. He put up his hood and took on his headphones without actually putting any music on. Simply wearing headphones made people less likely to talk to him.

While walking in he brushed his hair forward to try and hide his eyes. The worker happily greeted him while carrying a large bag of dog food. Virgil nervously waved back.

"I miss my emotional support Remy" He muttered out.

Nearest the entrance were the large cages for dogs. On the cages were small signs saying the names and some information about the dogs. Though Virgil honestly wasn't sure he would be able to go out as often as a dog needed so he quickly passed that section which made the room erupt into a choir of barks. He pulled down his hood even further in embarrassment.

The room got a little bit more narrow as fish tanks and a few habitats for reptilians took up much of the space. He wasn't sure if he could afford to get a tank for a fish or a lizard right now though he did stop to admire what he thought was very cool animals.

Up ahead there was a section of smaller cages for cats. When he walked past these none of them made a sound. A meow here and there at best. If anything it looked like the cats were all judging him.

Aside from one cat who was meowing, squeaking and hissing non stop. It was like a one cat symphony coming from one of the cages in the corner.

Virgil hunched down and was met with a large scruffy cat who squawked right into his face. It's big fluffy body was round with wild grey fur that looked like it hadn't been combed in ages while it's ears stood up high with puffy fur tops.

Every single thing in it's cage had been bitten on. The cat bed had been torn into dozens of pieces, the bars had clearly been gnawed at and even the food bawl had a hole from getting bit through.

He held his hand out towards the bars of the cage and the cat instantly tried to bite him. He let it gnaw on one of his fingers while reading on the sign.

"Bela" He echoed as he read the cat's name "Her name is Bela. Just like Bela Lugosi! The guy who played Dracula! A bunch of emo bands had a total boner for that guy's aesthetic. It's fate!"

According to the sign Bela was a norwegian forest cat. It warned that she had a sort of cat anxiety that made her bite at most things and meow nearly constantly, sometimes even in her sleep.

"If she's making sounds 24/7 maybe the apartment will feel less lonely? So it's a good thing right. But if she's gonna be biting at stuff I gotta clean once I get home so she doesn't injure herself on any trash...which I guess is good as well"

He moved his hand away and surprisingly enough only a few soft marks had been left on his finger, as if Bela had tried to only carefully nibble on him.

Virgil stood up to look if he could buy the necessary pet stuff here or if he had to go to another store but Bela immediately started to meow even louder before biting at the cage bars.

"It's okay Bela. I will be back I promise" He reassured her while letting her nibble on his fingers again "I am going to get you the coolest collar any cat has ever seen. I have ghosts and demons and uhh a snail haunting my apartment so even when I'm at work you won't be alone"

He reached in through the bars and gently patted her on her head which made her squawk again.

He managed to build up enough courage to talk to the person at the reception about if he could adopt Bela and was told to wait an hour so she could get a health check up first.

In the meantime he went to the closest pet store and found the most emo looking cat bed he could, a collar with a name tag shaped like a skull, a purple leash and the rest of the necessary stuff. He found some toys that could also be used as chew toys and a blanket with a spider pattern on it that he hoped would be warm for her.

He spent a little extra so she could get tasty food even though it meant he would have to skip buying a cigarette package or two this week. On his way back to the shelter he dropped by the library to loan some books about helping cats with anxiety.

By the time he got back to the shelter the receptionist was waiting with Bela walking around them circles while meowing non stop. The cat started to excitedly bite at the end of Virgil's pants as soon as she saw him return. She even managed to pull in his shoes so they became untied while he signed the adoption papers.

Virgil hunched down in front of Bela and scratched her behind her big fluffy ear "Hi pretty girl" In response she nibbled at his arm "You're just training to become a vampire one day aren't you" He said with a smile "Ready to go home?"

Bela let out a loud squawk while kneading her paws against his shoes.

[charliedawn]

Imagine being in a hate love relationship with Peter Hale

Warning : attempt of rape

You were on Peter duty..Again. Since Peter Hale was the man that everybody feared, it had been decided that you would be the one keeping an eye on the overly fool-of-himself werewolf with the power of your mighty patience. Scott and Stiles stop in front of Derek's loft and he jogs out to meet you.

" Thanks Y/N. I owe you one !"

He says with a grateful smile and you smile back.

" Big time. But come on, you three go hunt whatever creature you have to hunt and I'll stay to take care of Mr Smarty-pants up there !"

You say enthusiastically and they all smile apologetically at you, knowing how the two of you were not exactly on friendly terms.

" Be careful, okay ? And tell him that if he touches you, I'll kick his ass !"

Stiles says confidently, which makes you laugh.

" Don't worry, Stiles. If there is any problem, I'll call you guys immediately and plus, I have a way to take care of moody children.."

You tell him with a mysterious smile and Stiles nods understandingly.

" I know..Just, stay safe."

And with that last warning, they are all out of here. As soon as they are out of your sight, your smile leaves your face and you sigh loudly before turning towards the building and whisper to yourself.

" Welp..Here we go.."

As soon as you enter, you smell something burning and see the stove on fire. You run towards it and take a glass from the cupboard to fill it with water in order to stop the fire. When you're done, you are panting because of the effort and look murderously at Peter that is sitting calmly on the couch, as if nothing had happened.

You glare at him while he doesn't even raise his eyes from his book.

" Let me guess..You couldn't smell the smoke ?"

You ask annoyed and only then does he look up at you with a small mischievous smile.

" Aren't you supposed to be the one keeping me out of harm's way ? You are here to keep me from doing anything stupid, not the other way around..I create chaos and you're here to stop me. Do your job and stop whining."

You grit your teeths in anger before sitting on the couch, as far away from Peter as possible. You can't believe the nerve of this man that was ready to burn the entire flat only to prove a point !

" I don't know why you're so eager to unnerve me. Does it entertain you ? Would it kill you to be nice and helpful from time to time ?"

You ask while taking a nearby book and starting reading yourself, not really interested in his answer that you knew would not be anything but upsetting.

" I'm the spark that lits your fire, sweetheart..Try to let go sometimes, you would actually enjoy it. Why don't you try to be less of a killjoy ?"

You raise an eyebrow at that before returning to your book and replying nonchalantly.

" Have you ever considered, even for only a moment, that I simply don't like you ?"

He fakes being offended by putting his hand above his heart and widening his eyes dramatically at you.

" Oh darling ! Me who thought that you were about to ask my hand in marriage ?! How disappointing ?!"

You snort.

" Hard pass."

He sighs in false disappointment before taking his coat and walking towards the exit.

" And where do you think you're going ?"

You ask with an eyebrow arked in curiosity.

" Out."

He answers simply before opening the door. You sigh before taking your coat and running after him.

" Didn't Derek warn you that I am allowed to use silver bullets if you disobey me ?"

He scoffs before shrugging, not bothering waiting for you.

" I'm going to get a beer, not kill a bunch of innocent virgins.."

He winks at you cheekily before stepping inside the bar that was the nearest to the apartment. You role your eyes at his comment before entering the bar after him.

You look around and are amazed to see that the place wasn't as bad as you had previously thought. It had good background music and not a lot of customers, besides a couple of drunk friends who were talking in whispers at their table. However, Peter isn't visible and you sigh again before walking towards the counter to ask the bartender if he had any idea of where your irresponsible dog had run off to. You sit down and attract the attention of the bartender by raising your hand. He walks towards you and leans in to listen to your order.

" A soda, please."

He arks an eyebrow at you, nearly amused, before turning around and getting out what you asked.

" Are you sure you don't want anything else ? Anything stronger ?"

He says while eyeing your bottle of soda warily, as if it was an insult to his establishment for you to order such a drink. You smile, tempted beyond reason, but then remember that you had a werewolf to find.

" Sorry. Can't. I'm on the job. By the way, have you seen a man ? Sarcastic. Arrogant. Energic. Tall. Very annoying. Awfully blond. Seen him anywhere ?"

He looks suspiciously at you before asking in a slightly worried and even threatening voice.

" You're a cop ?"

You can't help but laugh bitterly at the question before replying.

" You could say that. But I am only responsible of one criminal, and the only crime he committed is to not have messed up my night, yet.."

He smirks when he understands the irony in your tone and was about to answer when someone puts his hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a very smug Peter with a huge grin.

" Oh ! Look at that ! The overly confident puppy is finally back ! What ? Got lost on the way ?"

You ask sarcastically and he only humphs in response before sitting next to you, the grin not leaving his face.

" Why ? Missed me ?"

You scoff before taking a sip of your drink.

" As much as a needle in my heel..But, if Derek was to find out that I've let you out of your cage, he would have my head.."

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and makes you spill your drink a little over yourself.

" Aww..You do care ! My cold heart warms at the thought of the packs brat worrying about me !"

You groan in annoyance before biting his hand off. He hisses in pain before retrieving his hand and massaging it while glaring at you from the corner of his eyes. Just at that moment, the bartender comes back to get Peter's order and eyes Peter suspiciously before looking back at you with an inquisitive glance, asking discreetly if you needed an escape. You could have laughed if it wasn't so sad. Peter was such a nuisance that people were now wondering if he was the one bothering you, when in fact it was the opposite. However Peter, that had not missed the silent conversation, growls when the bartender gives him a warning side glance. But, not intimidated the nearest, Peter smirks a toothy grin at the bartender before showing his bitten hand.

" Careful. The brat bites. I've seen what it is capable of, first hand..literally. Don't worry, if you should be worried about anyone around here, it's everyone else besides her."

He cautioned and the bartenders eyes widen at the mark that would certainly have left a scar if he was a normal human being while you snicker in your corner. The bartender quickly runs towards his other customers at the far end of the bar, leaving you two in your sudden awkward solitude.

" Well..Isn't he a gentleman ? Thinking you need saving from me. Not even considering that I could be the abused one in this relationship ? How rude !"

You try to stifle a laugh. Unfortunately, he hears you and smirks proudly at his small victory.

" I'm not the psychopath that tried to murder a bunch of teenagers just because I wanted to become the big bad alpha.."

You taunt while giving him an amused side glance. He groans in annoyance as you make him remember his past and he gulps down his whiskey, an attempt to make him forget faster.

" Aren't you a delight ?! Playing unfair by spreading out the touchy subjects like that..No wonder Stiles rejected you. You would have chomped his lips off !"

You glare at him as he talks about Stiles before replying harshly.

" Says the man whose only date was Scott's mom, and that was to trap him ! You're so terrible that nobody could stand being with you more than 5 minutes without hating you ! I would tell you to go to hell, but it would be unfair on Satan !"

He chuckles at that last part and you take your drink in order to take a sip and calm your nerves, but grimace at the awful taste. You had asked for a soda, but it tasted more like salt with water..He cackles at your expression before whispering mockingly in your ear with false concern.

" Oh ! What ? Ain't sweet enough for you, sweetheart ?"

You only raise a very distinctive finger at him, warning him that one more word from him would result in extreme pain and look around the room to distract yourself from his presence..and from the fact that you were his entitled babysitter. Your eyes wander and finally settle on the nice bartender that winks at you when you meet his gaze. You blush slightly before smiling back at him. He wasn't bad-looking and everything would be better than bantering with the overly sarcastic and confident werewolf that couldn't seem to leave you be. You were about to stand up and walk towards the cute bartender when suddenly, a hand raises to lay on your shoulder and pin you down to your seat. You were about to complain and even yell at Peter when you hear him growl from deep withing him while he shoots a dirty glare at the poor young man. You frown in incomprehension and grit your teeths in annoyance, thinking it was one of his attention seeking gesture. You then take his hand and force him to let go of you to walk towards the exit. Here you go again, you couldn't even enjoy your night without having to take care of the sulky werewolf. You soon hear his footsteps behind you and when he is about to grab your arm, you turn around abruptly and glare at him with such seriousness that it freezes him on the spot.

" How about you and your insanity stay the heck away from me ?! I'm so tired of your bullshit, Peter ! Why can't you just leave me alone ?!"

At your harsh words, Peter's gaze hardens and he retracts his hand to only smirk at you and tilt his head a little bit to the side, as if he didn't understand the question.

" Oh darling..I would love to ! But, you see, it seems that me and my insanity are often required to solve your friend's little problems !"

Suddenly, unnerved beyond belief and having had more than enough of him, you feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes and yell at him, so loud that it surprises the werewolf himself.

" Leave me alone ! Why am I the only one who always has to handle you?! Why do you always ask Derek for me to keep you, even though you don't even like me ?! If I'm such a bother, why not just get rid of me ?!"

He doesn't seem to be able to find an answer and you don't even let him reply. You start running until you reach a small and dark alley. When you're sure you are far enough for the werewolf not to hear you cry, you crouch down and start sobbing. When you've spilt all of your frustration and sadness out, you wipe your face with your sleeve and stand up to get back home. However, when you are about to leave the alley-way, you see someone else blocking the exit. You first think that it's Peter, but the more you approach the individual, the more you have to admit that it doesn't look like Peter. You try to walk past him, but he brusquely grabs your arm and throws you to the ground. You want to get your phone out of your purse, but the man stomps on your hand and you scream in pain. The man takes you by the jaw and forces you to look up at him. His disgusting breath hitting your face, smelling of alcool and his evil smirk making you want to puke even more.

" Aren't ya a sweat ass ? Tell me, what does a young lady like yourself doing here by herself in the middle of the night, hmm ?"

You want to scream for help again, but another individual behind you puts his hand against your mouth to muffle your screams and you feel the familiar shape of a knife against your throat. When you know that there is nothing else you can do, you close your eyes and try to stop the new tears from leaving your eyes..You didn't want to cry for those men, they didn't deserve your tears..

" Now..You're going to be a good girl and let us take care of you, okay ?"

The one posted behind you whispers in your ear and you clench your jaw, your last thought going to Peter. You had been awful to him, even though you knew he wasn't a bad person..You had let out your frustration on him and you were now regretting it bitterly. You should have sticked to your job and stay with him. If you had, maybe you wouldn't be in your current situation. Reality hits you hard when you feel one of the men starting to open your blouse. When you thought that that was it, that you were going to be raped in that dirty alley-way and probably killed, you hear the hurried footsteps of someone running towards your location. You want to scream again, but the knife is raised once again against your throat.

" One peep and nobody will even find your body.."

You whimper and nod in understanding. The footsteps stop and you hold your breath.

" Sweetheart ? Are you there ?"

You hear the familiar voice of Peter and feel relieved to know that he is near. However, the man whispers instructions in your ear and you can't help but nod in agreement, knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to slice your throat if you were to disobey.

" You're going to tell him to go away, that you don't want him to come any closer..I know what he is and the knife is made of silver and has been dipped in wolfsbane for a while..Don't play smart or you'll lose more than your life.."

He uncovers your mouth and you respond in a shaky voice.

" G..Go away, Peter..I don't want you near me ! I hate you !"

You bit to your inner cheek, wondering if he would insist or know that something is wrong. You know that even if he was to guess that something is wrong, you couldn't afford to lose him as well..However, you hear him take a step towards you and sniff the air. He suddenly growls animalistically and his eyes light up in the dark.

" I can smell the stench of two putrid little humans that shouldn't be touching what isn't theirs.."

You start panicking, knowing that he could die if he was to step any closer and yell in a last attempt to protect him.

" Don't, Peter ! They've got wolfsbane ! Run !"

One of the men muzzles you again, but Peter doesn't step back. He gets his claws out and snarls.

" Alright boys. Let's rumble."

The two men stand up and face Peter that doesn't seem scared. He doesn't keep his eyes off them while they circle him. The man with the knife tries to attack him first, but Peter grabs his arm and tears it off from the rest of his body. The man screams in agony, but Peter slashes his throat before turning towards the other man that is shaking with terror.

" What ?! You are brave enough to attack a defenseless woman, but not enough to fight a werewolf ?!"

He roars and the man suddenly gets out a gun that he points at Peter. Before he could react, the man shoots and the bullet goes through his abdomen. Peter falls on his knees and the man runs away, leaving you and him behind. You force yourself to get up and crouch down in front him to see that the wound is not closing itself.

" Wolfsbane bullet.."

He affirms what you already suspected and you have to take deep breathes in order not to panic. You know what to do, you had seen Derek do it a thousand time already. You need to cauterize the wound. You close your eyes and try to calm yourself before trying to carry him back home. When you finally enter the building after a few grunts and moans of pain from the both of you, you lay Peter down on the couch and look around for something hot enough to burn the poison. Suddenly, your eyes fall on a blowtorch and when Peter understands what you were thinking about, he looks pitifully up at you.

" I have a very bad tolerance to pain."

He warns you, a warning that sounds more like a desperate plea for you to reconsider your plan..But you know that you don't have much time and address him a silent apology with your eyes before taking the handle of your purse and make him bite down on it.

" This is gonna hurt. Bad. But, I'm going to try to be as fast as I can, okay ?"

His nostrils flare in fear for the pain to come, but he nods in agreement and you take a big shaky breath before using the blowtorch. As soon as the fire gets in contact with his skin, Peter visibly whitens, his eyes flash blue and you can see his claws digging in the soft material of the couch. You don't know what to do to attenuate the pain, so you do the first thing that comes to mind to distract him..You kiss him. His eyes widen perceptibly at your action, but he doesn't hesitate before burying his hands in your hair and reciprocating the kiss, even though the handle of your purse forms some kind of barrier between you and him. When you take a step back, he seems more relax and you glance down at his wound before switching off the blowtorch. You are relieved when you see the wound closing and smile widely at him. But, before you could truly process what was happening, Peter had gotten rid of your purse and had bounced on top of you to pin you to the floor and kiss you passionately again.

" Stiles doesn't deserve you..Nobody does..Nobody needs you like I do..Nobody can handle me the way you do..I don't want them to take you away from me..Stay with me..If you leave, I'll lose my fucking mind.."

He mutters between each breath he takes while kissing you and you blush vividly at his words. He looks up at you with his bright blue eyes and you can't help but smile up at him before kissing him back yourself and petting the top of his head appreciatively.

" You damn nut job, if you wanted me that bad, why didn't you tell me ? Instead of making me lose my mind.."

He grins before nuzzling your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist.

" Because I like when you get mad.."

You chuckle before returning his embrace.

" Bad pup.."

" Stiles lover"

You ark an eyebrow at the odd insult before replying teasing.

" Does that mean I won't be able to go back to his place and sleep on his couch ? Do I have to remind you that I live with him ?"

He tightens his hold on you and grumbles tiredly against your ribcage.

" Over my dead body. The only thing you will be allowed to sleep on from now on is me, got it ?"

You seem dumbfounded for a second and Peter picks on your uneasiness before laughing and looking up at you with a sly smile.

" Not what I meant, you pervert."

You blush a deep red and hit him on the back of the head playfully.

" Hey ! You're the one always insinuating things !"

He genuinely smiles at you before lowering his chin on your belly and tilting his head to look at you with fake innocence.

" I'm not the one who kissed me.."

You sigh, it was becoming a competition, like many things with him. You sit back up and make him fall at the same time.

" Yeah ?! Well, you were badly injured..and you reciprocated !"

You don't know why you wanted to defend yourself, you just know that you can't allow yourself to succomb for the man that had nearly killed all of your friends. Plus, you had just been attacked and were too weak to make any decisions. He seems to notice your worry and takes a step back immediately to get up and extend his hand towards you.

" I'm sorry. You helped me and I was being an idiot. You need to get some rest. Come on."

You look at his hand for a few seconds before slipping your hand in his. He yanks you upwards and proceeds to carry you back to your room where he lays you down on your bed. He leaves the room promptly afterwards, mumbling a small goodnight before walking out. When you're sure he is truly gone, you curl up into a ball and try to muffle your sobs. You couldn't sleep, every time you would close your eyes, their hands were there, touching you and making you feel as if you were weak..So weak..You whimper and cry as silently as you can until someone opens the door suddenly and blinding light surrounds the room. You turn around to see Peter standing there, his eyes glowing with such an intense color that it shocks you, you then notice the slight rise of his shoulders at each of his heavy breathing and finally, his lips curled and teeths grinding in rage.

" I should have killed them both..I should have never left you.."

You open your eyes wide at the realization, he had probably heard you and was reacting to your emotions. He approaches slowly and tenderly strokes your cheek, placing his forehead against yours.

" I'm so sorry, darling.."

You feel as if he's been crying too and step back. He seems to be hurt by your sudden distance, but you quickly indicate the spot next to you.

" Come on, I need a bed warmer."

His eyes light up like a happy puppy and he crawls next to you in order to cuddle you, making sure that you are comfortable every step of the way. You sigh in contempt before feeling sleep slowly taking over your tired body. Just before you fall asleep however, you mumble sleepily at Peter.

" You were right..I won't be able to sleep when you're not there anymore..You're too good of a bed warmer.."

You feel him chuckle behind you and smile as you realize that being best bud with Peter wouldn't be so bad..and maybe with time, a bit more.

The next day :

Derek finds the both of you on the sofa: you reading a book out loud, and Peter with his arms wrapped around you, listening attentively.

" So, I guess the babysitting went better than our stake out last night ?"

He asks, amused by your sudden friendliness towards each other. You look up at him with a small smile while Peter chuckles against your ear, the sound alone making you feel things you shouldn't be.

" Best of friends, aren't we, sweetheart ?"

Instead of answering his question, you try to change the subject.

" What happened to the stake out then ? I thought you were supposed to catch a couple of bounty hunters ?"

Derek shakes his head before shrugging his shoulders.

" I know, but when we got there, there was only one of them, and he was screaming that his friend had been murdered by another werewolf in town..I wonder if there are any others like us that we've not yet been in contact with ?"

At his explanation, you feel a lump forming in your throat, but when you were about to tell him what happened last night, Peter beats you to it.

" Funny, your description of the scene exactly matches what happened to me last night.."

Derek frowns before looking up at Peter with his jaw clenched.

" I thought I was pretty clear when I said stay put ?"

He glares at Peter, but then his eyes shift to you.

" And you, where were y..?"

But before he could finish his sentence, Peter cuts him again.

" Asleep. I waited for her to fall asleep before going out. Poor humans, can't manage a night without craving sleep.."

You look up at him with your mouth wide open, ready to deny everything he just said when you see him wink at you..He wasn't trying to make you look bad at your job, he was trying to save you the embarrassment. You close your mouth as fast as you had opened it and turn around towards Derek that was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he sighs.

" Maybe it was a bad idea to leave you alone with him, you're still young and he's had plenty of experience when it comes to get what he wants..I'll ask Scott or Stiles next time."

You feel the lump in your throat slowly making its way to your stomach and your expression twists into one of pain and regret.

" No !"

To the surprise of everyone in the room, including yourself, you're the one who just shouted your disagreement. Derek frowns again before crossing his arms and waiting impatiently for an explanation while Peter only tightens his grip around you, a silent warning as to what you are about to say. You take a big breath before glancing up at Derek and saying in a calm and unfaltering voice.

" This is my job. I'm part of the pack. It's bad enough that I'm completely useless when it comes to working on the field, I can't let my only participation in all this go to someone else. I made a mistake, it won't happen again."

Derek seems to believe you, even though he shakes his head in hesitation.

" I don't know, Y/N..I was allowing this to continue since it seemed to work..But, Peter succeeded in complicating things, again."

He emphasizes on the last word while staring at Peter accusatively. Peter flashes an innocent grin at him before agreeing with you.

" I promise to behave from now on. Please, dad ? Can I please keep my plaything ? It gets lonely around here when you're all running around, chasing your own tails over and over.."

You elbow him as a warning, but Derek is already shooting daggers in his direction, on the verge of growling in annoyance. Fortunately, Derek succeeds in keeping his cool and only sighs in defeat before walking away.

" Fine. But, I warn you, one more mistake and I'll personally kick you out.."

" Can't do that, chief. It's my house !"

Peter answers with a big shit-eating grin, but Derek frowns at him before looking straight at you.

" I was talking to you, Y/N..I can't allow you to become a weakness, we've got already too many and Peter is the master of manipulation, dont fall for his tricks. It's a warning, let it be not a premonition."

And with those last words, he is gone. You both stay still for a moment until you decide to stand up and make yourself a cup of coffee. The words of Derek are swirling around in your mind and you glance at Peter when you think he's not looking..Were you really just another pawn in his mastermind plan to bring down the pack ? He seems to feel your stare and points it out.

" If I didn't know you the way I do, I'd say that you actually believe this idiot.."

" Why did you protect me ?"

You ask him abruptly, still not sure about what to make of last night's rescue. He seems to thinks about it for a while before answering you with such honesty that it surprises you.

" Because there was no reason for me to talk about it..Unlike what you all think of me, I'm not such a monster. I feel no satisfaction in a young girl's life being ruined by such macabre events. I care about you more than any of the other dumb teenagers of your group, even my own cousin. You're nice, kind, smart and you don't judge. You never told me that what I did was despicable or that I didn't deserve to live. You did what you had to do and tried the best you could to help. I agree that we have had our disagreements, but it was always playful and never really serious. Why would I ever want anything bad like this to happen to you when you're the only person who ever believed that I could become an ally ? Tell me, how many people do you think ever read to me or felt safe in my arms ? Not even my own family ever believed I could change..So, yes. I protected you, because you would have done the same thing for me. Your strength remains in your humanity, Y/N. Stiles may be the voice of reason, but you're the voice of mercy.."

You are awestruck by the words that seem to be tumbling out of his lips and surround you like the warmest of blankets. You would be happy to listen to him all day. You genuinely smile at him and, before you could stop yourself, you kiss him. He relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around you to close the gap between the both of you. He finally breaks the kiss and laughs softly before adding.

" You also have very nice lips.."

You playfully punch his torso before laying down on top of him, finding the rhythm of his heartbeat oddly soothing.

" You're a jerk..But you're still a good person.."

You whisper while closing your eyes and you can hear him snicker above you.

" Congratulations, you just qualified me with two opposites. Jerk and good normally don't go together."

You don't answer, already snoring softly on his torso. He smiles sweetly at the sight before kissing the top of your head.

" Sweet dreams, darling.."

[ladyshandioftheendless]

~A Fluffy Approval~

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written anything about StarChild’s adorable little Snowball! Here’s something special for Easter! Enjoy! =3

Special thanks to @misslivvie​ for the idea~ <3

~Shandi

“You didn't tell me you had a pet~”

“Hm?”

StarChild turned to see Tomaziel looking over the rabbit cage in the corner of his room. As he watched Snowball's ears twitch he smiled. “Ohh..somebody's awake~!” At the sound of his voice Snowball's head immediately perked up and she scurried to the edge of the cage, poking her nose through the bars. “Yes baby, papa's here~!” He kneeled in front of the cage, cooing soft words to the excited rabbit and rubbing noses with her. Beside him, Tomaziel could feel himself wanting to melt right there on the spot. “I never thought..I would see anything so adorable in my entire life. I stand corrected~” StarChild giggled as Snowball practically jumped into his arms as soon as he opened the cage door. “Aww how's my big girl~? Did you miss me~?” He turned to Tomaziel with a big smile. “Let me introduce you: this is Snowball and she's my precious little princess~”

“Well hello there, Snowball~ I'm Tomaziel and it's nice to meet you~” He frowned when the rabbit turned away from him, curling up against StarChild's chest and making frightened chirping noises. “Did I..do something wrong..?” StarChild shook his head. “No, it's not you. Unfortunately..Snowball is losing her sight now that she's getting older and..when she hears voices other than my own it scares her.” 

“Should..I leave..?”

“No, you don't have to! I'm sure this won't last. She just needs to get used to you being here. If you spend a little time with her any time you visit me it'll get better~”

“Okay..let's try it~” 

~*~ 

They took things very slowly. Tomaziel would sit by Snowball's cage and speak gently to her for a short time. StarChild soon began to notice changes in Snowball's behavior. She flinched less when Tomaziel spoke. She didn't scurry away when he came close. Eventually he could even let her out of the cage when Tomaziel visited without her running off to hide. He was so proud of his big girl~ 

One night while they were having dinner, StarChild looked down to see Snowball curled up next to his chair. He smiled and reached down to stroke her back. “You've been doing well with her, darling. I'm so happy she's finally adjusting to you~””

“So am I. Although she certainly didn't make it easy. She's stubborn like you~”

“I can't argue with that~ You know..it's funny. I once considered giving her up.”

Tomaziel blinked. “Really? Why?”

“Nikki gave her to me. He was the one who saved her and took care of her..but when I saw her..I just fell in love. He said he wanted me to have her as an apology gift. Little did I know it was just to manipulate me into forgiving him. And knowing that hurt whenever I looked at her..” Tomaziel reached out to take StarChild's hand and squeeze it. “What made you change your mind?”

“I realized I was projecting. What I felt for Nikki had nothing to do with her. She was just an innocent little creature. I couldn't just let her go. She'd come so close to dying before. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her. If she's going to die, it's going to be in my arms where she'll be warm, safe and loved.” 

“Then I think she's right where she belongs~ Look at her. She loves you and she trusts you. She'd never want to be apart from you~”

“No, I don't think she would~ Thank you, darling~” He wiped away the tears gathering within his lashes. “Will you..excuse me while I freshen myself up a little?”

“Of course, love. I'll be right here~”

As StarChild left, Tomaziel looked down at Snowball who was in the middle of cleaning herself. “I wonder.. I bet you haven't eaten yet have you?” He took an uneaten leaf of lettuce from his plate and held it out towards her. “How about a little bite, hm?” Snowball sniffed at the air for a few moments before turning her head. He smiled as she moved closer slowly. “That's it. Nice, yummy lettuce just for you~” It wasn't long before hunger got the better of her. She munched away until the entire leaf was gone. “Good girl! Would you like some more?” She reared up and started sniffing. Once she caught the scent she jumped up onto Tomaziel's lap and began sniffing at his plate. He laughed. “I guess that's a yes!”

When StarChild returned he gasped. He could hardly believe his own eyes! There was Snowball curled up on Tomaziel's lap while he fed her lettuce. And letting him pet her! “Ohh..this is wonderful. I think I might cry again~” Tomaziel chuckled. “I guess I lucked out. Seems like I found the best way to this rabbit's heart~” 

“I should have known. You're very good at finding your way into other's hearts~” He stood beside Tomaziel and wrapped his arms around him, watching as Snowball ate happily. “I think my family is complete now~”

~END~

[dark-and-kawaii]

(1/2) Imagining both Toga & Dabi wanting me, platonically at 1st, sounds nice. Toga obsessing over being friends w/ this nice quiet girl & determined to break me out of my shell, always showing up where I am, getting clingy w/ me when I'm friendly w/ others. I'd enjoy having a close female friend & trust her when she wants to introduce me to Dabi, even tho he intimidates me. He takes advantage of that & likes to see me squirm when he corners & approaches me w/o Toga. Both having fun teasing me.

(2/2) Gradually they become possessive of my attention/maybe develop romantic feelings & kill my other friends to push me further into their arms. Eventually they snap & threaten my family if I don’t like them back (lol is that too yandere?). They like taking turns fucking me, Toga w/ a strap-on, or making me service the other when they do. Lots of dirty talk & praise. Covering my neck w/ their marks & bruising my lips w/ their endless kisses. 👌🙏

*makes a paper fan and fans my face* Well then… Not only did that escalate fast but……….  that escalated fast *continues to fan self*

(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄

She kept showing up everywhere… so loud and obnoxious. You knew who she was and what she was apart of, but you didn’t want trouble so you never ran… After awhile though it was fine, she just wanted to get to know you. To become your friend.

“My names Himiko Toga! Nice to meet you!!!!”

Her hand was awaiting yours, “____, and I guess it’s nice to meet you too…” 

You shook her hand.

After that she clung to you everywhere, even using her quirk to follow you into school. Of course she couldn’t be there with you twenty four seven, but she damn well tried.

You had other friends besides her, but whenever you met up with them, Toga would cling to you as if there was no tomorrow.

“___ belongs to me!!! Go get a new friend!! Besides I’m cuter than you girls!”

“Toga! You can’t-“

Crashing her lips to yours she cuts you off before finally releasing your lips from her own.

“____… you know we have more fun anyway! Besides I over heard them calling you names! Let’s go” taking your hand in hers, Toga skips away with you from your other friends… and when you weren’t looking, toga turned around and gave your friends a menacing look. 

You don’t know what’s going on, but every week another friend of yours went missing… It was starting to freak you out, was it Toga? She is a villain after all… Nah, she cared about you too much to do something like that.

On your walk home from school you run into Toga, she was coming out of a dark alley… Maybe she would know what’s going on and the reasoning behind your friends missing. 

“Oh! Yeah! About that! There’s this new villain on the lose hunting down girls!!! Don’t worry!!! I won’t let the villain get to you!!!! I’ll always protect you, ____!!!” She waved one of her arms up and down… the other still hidden behind her back… So you wouldn’t see the bloodied up knife…

Eventually one day she tells you how she wants to introduce you to her other friend, Dabi… Due to trusting Toda, you followed her to the hideout so you could meet the one named Dabi.

Your first thought when meeting him is ‘Bad boy who probably smokes…’  and you hide behind Toga. Something screamed danger, but you were shit out of luck because Toga was about to leave you alone with him.

“I’ll be back!!! I gotta shower!! I stink!! Enjoy yourselves!!” Waving you off, she vanishes. 

“Toga wai-”

“Well she did say to enjoy ourselves… right?”

Standing directly in front of you, Dabi smirked down at you… “You’re pretty cute, got a name?”

You were backing up slowly, but he followed your every step till you were finally pushed up against a wall. 

“Don’t be afraid, i won’t burn you too badly babe.”

Dabi caged you in with his hands against the wall and you in between them. His face was close to yours and you could feel his hot breath on your cheek… You were squirming around, but the second you felt his moist tongue on your neck you let out a staggering moan. 

A month has gone by now since meeting, Dabi…. You thought he was okay, you would run to him each time you discovered a friend had came up dead… but honestly…. it only made your suspicion rise. It was no longer your girl friends who were vanishing, now it was your guy friends as well… You didn’t want to believe it was Toga and Dabi, but the black haired male slipped up… Turning on the news you see they are talking about a newly discovered deceased male. It was another friend of yours… However… He was burned alive… You needed to confront Dabi and Toga, now!

Heading towards the hideout you find Toga and Dabi at the bar talking, she looked happier than ever, and Dabi had that damn smirk on his face…

“I know what you two have been doing! This whole time it was you guys! Every time i ran to your arms crying… It- It was you both… Ho-How could you! They were my friends! All of them! Now i’m alone!”

Toga came to your side, she was smiling wickedly, “You aren’t alone though!!! You have Dabi and i!!! How much better could it get!!! Those people were only slowing you down anyway!!!” You went to touch your shoulder but you slapped her. 

“Don’t touch me! You betrayed me, Toga!”

It was Dabi’s turn, walking over to you he spoke, “Ya know… You’re lucky it was only your friends. We could’ve killed your entire family as well.”

Toga was silent… Her head hanging as Dabi continued to speak.

“Let’s make a deal, i’ve seen you and Toga kissing, and you and i both heard that moan come out of you the last time i had my fun with you… Stay here with us, and we won’t kill your family.”

You were in utter shock… Who did this bastard thing he was?!

You didn’t have time to respond to his offer, Toga immediately slammed you to the ground with her knife inches away from your face, “Come on, ____!!! Let’s play!!!” Stabbing the knife to the ground next to your face she attacks your neck with her lips.

Dabi’s brow arched, not because he was enjoying the scene, but because he noticed you still had your clothes on…

“The hell, hey psycho, hold on a minute. She still has her clothes on, at least let me get rid of them first…” 

Sitting up, Toga leaves a trail of saliva from your neck… “Well hurryy!!! I can’t wait!!!! I want her now!!!! OH! Wait!!! I need to get something first!!!” 

Once again you were alone with Dabi and expected the worst….

“Now then, let’s burn those clothes off.” Using his quirk, Dabi burned your clothes to ash leaving you naked before his eyes.

Smirking devilishly, Dabi roughly flipped you over so your face was pressed against the cold wood floor. Propping your ass in the air, Dabi spreads your ass with his large hands… You can feel the cool air his your exposed ass, but you keep your face hidden under your hair… You don’t want him to know you’re enjoying this treatment, not after he threatened your family, but the minute you feel Dabi licking the rim of your anus… A loud moan finds its way out of your mouth. It only causes Dabi to make haste with his plans, spitting into your spread hole, it bubbles back out as your ass clenches tight.

”Damn, so filthy.” You could practically hear the smirk in his sentence… Dabi has thought about doing this before…

Grabbing you by the hips, Dabi leans back so he his back can lay against the floor with you on top of him. You don’t know when he did it, but his dick was hard and out, all that was missing was you on top of it… Lowering your lubed up ass on his cock, Dabi takes your virgin asshole. It hurts, god does it hurt, you have to bite your lip hard to keep your screams at bay…

”Just relax babe… It’ll feel good after a minute. I promise.”

Toga now enters the room completely naked with a large, flesh colored dildo strapped to her. Your eyes widen, it must be at least ten inches long. 

Dabi has you bouncing up and down on his cock, your asshole completely breaking apart. You lean back a little over Dabi, hoping that will help ease the pain with his cock still deep in your ass, and it does. You’re finally getting used to his thick cock in your ass, but Dabi reaches over the top of your loins and grasps your thighs, pulling them apart. Keeping your thighs apart, Dabi then spreads your pussy lips wide open, wasting no time, Toga slams the strap on dildo all the way into your tight pussy. Climbing on top of you, Toga begins licking and sucking your nipples, as she thrusts her strap on deep into your pussy. 

“Oh fuck!” You finally let your screams lose, you need this! You need them! They may be villains but dammit you needed them right now!

Embracing Toga in your arms you make out and lick each other, while her large dildo fills your pussy along with Dabi’s cock in your ass. You feel full, at first you thought you were going to split, but now you feel nothing but pleasure, you didn't want this to end.  

“Damn you’re such a fucking whore, i knew that shyness was an act. There’s no way a filthy girl could be so pure.” Dabi thrust hard into your ass so he could hear you moan out his name.

“Dabi! I don’t mind sharing, but don’t call, ___ such dirty names. She’s beautiful, and i love the way her pussy get’s all wet for us.”

Together they ram themselves in and out of you! Your neck arches back tilting your head, you scream out as your first orgasm hits you like a brick wall. Your entire body shakes between Toga and Dabi.

Ramming himself harder as you cum, Dabi cums along with you, painting the inside of you anus white with his milky seed. 

You were theirs, and you were okay with that…

Even though in the end, you come back home to find the inside of your house covered with your parents blood… You were theirs, and no one else could have you…

~ Love kiwi xoxo

[messedupessy]

Okay soulmate, this is for your 500 thingy! Congrats, by the way because you're amazing. ♡ How DID the UF/SF bros get their scars? I'm most interested in Rus because in the assless chaps pic, he had quite a few scars, and I'd like to know the story behind that!

Ahhhhfwenfkw thank you soulmate!! (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Also HERE is some minor background info on my take on these 4 boys childhoods etc, as some of the scars they have they got back then so to understand I suggest going and read what I have written there before continue reading down below

Also sorry for taking so long on this but I am just really slow at times xD

Red:

The most notable scar he has is the scar like crack on his head, the one that goes from the right side of his face and then down over his left eye socket.

 It’s a scar he do not want to talk about at all, and if asked about it he will immediately get kinda pissed but calmly go “i aien’t tellin’ that story bucko, so fuck off unless ya want tha make me angry…” leaning towards you with a threatening grin “an’ ya don’t want tha see me angry” which after making sure they have gotten the hint will continue on like nothing happened.

But the story behind that scar is he got it by Gaster just as the former royal scientist fell into the core after been blasted off the railing by Red, the scientist shooting out a last blast of magic in a last attack towards his rebelling experiment and lab assistant, which found it’s mark as it hit Red square in the head, cracked it open like an egg and hitting one of Red’s so called “magic veins”, damaging his right eye light forever, he can see completely fine out of that eye socket he just can’t turn on the eye light itself, surprisingly his left eye is completely fine and undamaged even though the crack goes down over it.

The scar above his gold tooth, he got it when he lost the original tooth, which he lost sometime after pushing Gaster into the core and him escaping from the labs with Edge, who was just slightly over 4 at the time.

Red accidently let Edge out of his sight for a minute which was enough time for Edge to walk off to somewhere where two monsters found him, planning to dust him for some easy exp.

Red luckily found them before they even succeeded in laying a hand on Edge, Red immediately stepping between the monsters and in front of Edge, telling them with barely concealed fear for them to leave, causing the two monsters to laugh because look at this weakling, he’s shaking in his boots, what a joke! 

The two monsters then attacked, and as they did Red kinda blacked out, not remembering what he did or what happened at all, when he came to he found himself suddenly laying on the ground, extremely bruised and battered with his tooth gone and his mouth bleeding bone marrow and magic down his face, and that he was also covered in dust.

He immediately tries to get up as he realizes he can’t see Edge anywhere, where is he, is he ok, they didn’t dust him did they, no no nonononono, but stops as he finds something against his back, which he with a relief finds out is Edge, who is sleeping soundly next to him, also covered in dust and a tiny wound on the top of his head, but otherwise he is completely fine.

Red picks his brother up and as quickly as he can gets out of there to somewhere safer, not caring what actually happened, at least not for now, as what matters is that his baby brother is kinda ok, he actually never truly found out what happened though he have a theory which he does not like so he decided to ignore it instead, this incident is what prompted Red to do his damndest to toughen the fuck up, because he can’t allow himself to keep on been scared and weak, not if he wants to protect Edge, and that’s how he lost his tooth and got the scar, he much later when he began to be pretty damn feared in the underground replaced it with the gold tooth.

Other notable scars Red have, on both his wrists and ankles he got scars from been restrained, his fingers got lots of nicks and nacks of tiny scars and his hands got some cracks and scars too from punching/fighting people with his fists etc, one of the bigger cracks on his left hand he got by almost having his hand crushed by a very unhappy Gerson and his war hammer.

He is also missing most of his right ring finger, right above the knuckle, how he lost it is anybody’s guess, as he changes the story everytime for shits and giggles ((got a comic planned about this actually though if you’re really curious send me an ask and I might tell you)), he also got bunch of cracks and scars all over his rib cage, where his ribs has ended up breaking due for fights and so on, a couple on his arms and legs too, both bite and claw marks, but mostly scars from various weapons, he also got a couple of burn marks on his tibia and fibula on his right leg after a fight with Vio aka UF Grillby, he also got a bit of a crack at the back of his skull after someone tried to bash his skull in with a big metal pipe.

Edge:

He got a pretty big scar over his left eye, going from the back of his head and then over his skull and ending at his chin, he didn’t get the whole scar at once though, the start of it on the top of his head, he got during the incident where Red lost his tooth.

The rest of it he got when he challenged Cackles aka Undyne, for the title of Captain of the Royal guard.

He won just barely and only by an inch of his life too, but during the battle she sliced and cut his face open with one of her spears damaging his eye very badly, his vision in that eye is pretty blurred thanks to it, which is why his left eye light is not red but more pinkish in colour, and unlike his brother so did the attack not hit any of his “magic veins” so he can still turn on his eye light.

Edge got most of his scars during his battle to the death against Cackles.

One of the worse which wasn’t the one on his face was that she pretty much crushed and also almost ripped off his upper right femur almost completely, right where it connects with his pelvis and down, crushed it and almost ripped it off so bad that the medics/healers almost had to remove it.

But they somehow succeeded in healing it enough so that he could keep the leg and use it, but the wound left a extreme amount of scars and cracks.

And because of it so is he often in a state of pain because of it, usually not allot mostly it’s just aching a bit but he have bad days when it hurts so much he can barely walk, and he usually ends up limping because of the pain which he tries his hardest not to do and show, as he needs to show off a strong and unbeatable front at all times, the pain gets the worst usually when he has been forced to sit down for hours on end doing paper work, which he do allot as he is after all the Captain of the guard, where he with a hiss will grab his hip and lean against his desk in pain, also bad weather usually causes the pain to get worse too, standing up for hours on end usually causes him to end up in immense pain also.

He got some deep scars like cracks over his ribs, right at his upper chest bellow his collarbones and then down a bit, where they got fractured and cracked by a attack by Gyftrot, which he got when he ended up battling the beast by himself at the last Gyftmas hunt the same year he became captain, the last as he succeeded in dusting Gyftrot and won the battle.

Other scars he got is a bunch of nicks and nacks on his fingers, from fighting and training allot, his hands overall are very scarred, due for training and fighting just like his fingers, even worse than his brothers. He also got some minor scars on his wrists and ankles where he has been restrained, which he has no memory of how he got them as he has no memory of ever been restrained at least not so to cause scars.  

He got a couple of deeper scars on his arms given to him by Cackles, his left upper arm got a deep puncture scar which he also do not remember how he got them, got a deep crack on one of his lower vertebra’s of his spine, where Cackles barely missed from cutting his spine in two, his ribcage is also littered in various scars and cracks, most of them thanks to Cackles too, alongside his cracked upper femur he got a couple of more scars on both his legs.

Ok this is getting a bit hella long so gonna put the SF bros underneath a cut also warning that Rus’s will contain lot’s of hinted at naughty stuff and lot’s of abuse, hinted sexual assault, self harm and other things of that kind etc so read on your own risk, Scratch also contains some self harm just warning ya

Scratch: 

Scratch got 5 not super shallow but still kind of shallow claw like looking scars over both of his eye sockets, two on the right, three on the left.

Only 2 of the 3 scars on the left eye socket, the two on the furthest right, are actual scars, which he got when he was 9 in human years.

He got them when he ended up in a fight with some other monster kids, or well more like teenagers, who was pissed off at him for been such a little tyrant and spoiled brat, strutting about as if he owned the damn place on their “turf”, so they cornered him in an alley to teach him a lesson, first by threatening and taunting him which immediately pissed Scratch the fuck off so he attacked them and a fight broke out.

During the battle one of the monsters succeeded in scratching him over the eye, causing him to bleed and get a bit blinded because of it, but it did nothing to stop his assault even though he was up against more than one foe.

Then suddenly Tuffet, aka SF Muffet and also the adoptive mother of Scratch and Rus, appears as this fight was occurring right next to her bar and she heard the ruckus and went to check it out, absolutely furious at seeing her kid been ganged up on by so many others she quickly chased them away after hurting one of them pretty badly in warning to stay away from what is hers, not dusting any of them even though she easily could.

She then turned to Scratch who was still bleeding and just very upset about it all, she brought him in back to the living quartes of the bar where she and the boys lived, trying to patch him up but he kept on been difficult about it, trashing and shouting at her that he didn’t need any help until he ran off and locked himself up in the bathroom, monsters might not need to go to the bathroom and stuff but they still have bathrooms for showers etc, Tuffet been pissed off and frustrated at his behaviour and worried at the same time, tried to get him out but eventually gave up for the time being, the wound was after all not life threatening so she leaves but plans on coming back when he has calmed down.

Scratch on the other hand is very upset, not upset or angry at Tuffet but at himself and at the monsters who attacked him, how dared they wound him like that and how could he have let them succeed in striking him, and how could he let Tuffet chase them away when he could had handled them himself, his pride is a bit hurt because he is one prideful guy, he knows she can handle herself but he wants to be able to protect her as she is after all his mom so he should be protecting her.

He ends up looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, seeing his now scarred face in the mirror causes something to snap, as the thought of someone marking him in any way even in battle just makes him go no, this is my body only he is allowed to mark it and no one else it’s his body, and also a tiny thought in the back of his mind saying he would look kinda cool with more scars over his eyes ((I know this doesn’t really make sense but he’s a special kid and he was just a kid while doing this so he doesn’t need to make sense I guess or something )), so he starts to scratch over his eye sockets digging and clawing marks into his own face with his sharp finger tips causing 3 more scratch marks to appear and bleed bone marrow and magic down his face.

During this “episode” I guess I could call it, Tuffet finally have had enough waiting and gets the door open just to find Scratch even more injured than before within, she immediately ask what the fuck are you doing and picks him up and out of the bathroom to patch him up properly all the while lecturing him and asking what the fuck was he thinking while feeling guilty herself for leaving him alone, Scratch can barely answer as he is very exhausted from the whole thing so he ends up blacking out.

Tuffet was unable to heal the scars completely as she is no healer, so when the scars/scratches eventually healed they ended up leaving the scars he now has over his sockets, which he has ended up feeling kind of mixed about, like they look cool but he got them in a pretty dumb way except for the real one’s he didn’t make himself.

Scratch also got a bunch of old scars and cracks from old fractures on his ankles, like on the lower parts of his tibia and fibula, and down lower on his feet, which he got by constantly twisting and breaking/fracturing his ankles and then refusing to let anyone heal them as he coul handle himself when he was pretty young, until his mama forced him to let her heal him that is along with one hell of a lecture.

Anyway, he got them when he started out wearing his high as fuck heels, as he is really short and just wants to be tall, like he began to wear 10 inch heels from the start when he began with wearing heels which wasn’t the smartest idea as he had no prior experience in wearing heels, though he did get the hang on wearing them pretty quickly thanks for been “forced” to take ballet dancing lessons by Tuffet when he was little.

Other scars he have are a bunch of them on his hands and fingers and his lower arms, caused by training and him ending up picking fights constantly with various monsters, also a couple on his ribs, otherwise he doesn’t have as many scars as the other fell skeletons.

Rus:

Where doesn’t this guy got scars? his whole body is covered with various kinds of them from top to toe, but let’s start with the one’s on his head.

The scar or rather crack that goes from between his eyebrows and up over his forehead and then ends at the back of his head he got during an experiment made on him when he was about 4, the experiment was led by River who created him and his younger brother though later on in an attempt at making some sort of weapons so to eventually break the barrier, the experiment where Rus got the crack was an attempt at breaking down his “mental barriers” as River believed if they could break them down Rus would be able to unlock more power and become powerful enough to break the barrier.

But the experiment went kinda wrong as what the experiment they were doing, which can pretty much only be describe as torture because pain thresholds and all that jazz, was too much for Rus’s body to handle so his head cracked alongside a part of his actual soul, ending the experiment immediately as he was the only subject they currently had, it did result in Rus becoming more powerful but at the cost of his soul cracking and him becoming a tad bit unstable mentally.

The scars he got at his gold teeth he got at the same time, or well not the longer one on the right side of his face as it started out short until an incident which will be told later, now to how he lost his teeth.

He lost them when he was 9, while he was still just a urchin barely staying alive on the street with his baby brother before he and Scratch was taken in by Tuffet, as when he was 7 and Scratch was just born the both of them was kicked out from the lab by a suddenly guilt stricken River who  realised what they had done to basically their own children, but when he was 9 he got caught by a couple of sadistic monsters who decided to have some fun with this street rat.

Rus would had fought against his attackers more if it hadn’t been for the fact that a barely 2 year old Scratch was hidden away nearby which was closer to his attackers than himself, and so not to risk Scratch been found he let the attackers have their way with him, though he still struggled and fought just not as much as he would had if Scratch hadn’t been close by and in danger.

Without going too deep into details so did they end up torturing him by pulling out his fangs, beat him up and might have done something much worse of the sexual variety though Rus barely remembers this so full details are unclear, but it resulted in him beaten and tortured to an inch of his life but he survived but he got more fucked up in the head than before because trauma.

The longer crack on the right of his face that I mentioned earlier, he got when he was messing and bullying Scratch, because Rus is a fucking asshole at this point and one of his favourite past times is to fuck around with Scratch making his baby brothers life miserable.

So Rus is pretty much picking a fight with Scratch telling him to attack him for shits and giggles as Scratch won’t be able to hit him anyway while demeaning him in every way he can, Scratch fucking snaps and actually succeeds in hitting Rus right in the face which cracks open as Scratch is in fact really strong and Rus totally underestimated him.

This causes a fight to break out between the two because Rus thinks this is hilarious and fun af that Scratch actually succeeded in laying a hand on him and decides to egg his brother on to attack him again and Scratch is just really pissed off and angry at Rus, the fight is eventually stopped by Tuffet who is extremely pissed at the both of them, especially since the fight occurred in the damn living room and allot of things got completely destroyed.

On the vertebrae right below his sternum the word “SLUT” has been carved with a sharp object, probably a knife and to who carved that into his damn spine is unknown, as usual Rus himself does not really remember how he have gotten all of his scars and neither does he really care, but he either got it by someone he was sleeping with or he carved it himself, with the later been the more plausible answer as he have a habit of carving random words into his bones, like on his left arm on the ulna bone where he have carved in “FUCK”.

His whole spine is covered in various scars, a couple of deep bite marks, some burn marks from cigarettes and other objects which can cause a burn alongside claw marks which he have gotten mostly from his clients, partners or unwilling victims.

He is missing one huge chunk of his fifth right rib, which happened when Rus ended up in a big fight with some monsters he pissed off, he is also missing most of the 10th rib on his right side the lowest rib which is just a stub, someone literally ripped it off, also missing most of both of his lowest floating ribs the left one more than the right, which he probably also lost in a fight or in one of his sexual escapades, the rest of his ribs are cluttered in claw marks, bite marks, scratches, burn marks that he has gotten due for fighting and fucking, also a couple of cracks here and there from having his ribs broken allot.

Both his arms are littered by scars, most are self inflected as he has a habit of hurting himself when he is bored and got nothing better to do, most of them are cuts from knives, but he also got a bunch of burn marks from cigarettes which he has burned himself with for funnsies, some of these scars has been caused by others, both from willing participants and the unwilling ones, as well as he is one kinky and fucked up bastard i'mma just saying.

He got a deep bite mark on the right side of his neck, where one of his partners/clients bit down a little bit too hard doing the bone zone time, also a couple of burn marks from… you guessed it cigarettes! but he also got deep scars around his neck and claw marks from getting strangled, because like I said he is a kinky fucker.

Deep claw marks on the top of his pelvis on the iliac crest, where a monster with really strong claws dug into him a bit too hard during smexy timez, his whole pelvis is very scarred he got two bite marks on the back of his pubis which would be his butt bone, gotten yet again while getting fucked, his tailbone aka coccyx on the top of it is covered in burn marks from cigarettes where yet again things got really fucked up during boning, also got a couple of burn marks on the inside of his pubis at obturator foramen which is the inside of those holes of the pelvis, yet again from sexy times but also from him just feeling like burning himself because he is one fucked up guy who really likes to hurt himself and others way too fucking much.

His fingers are littered in tiny cuts and cracks, mostly from fighting with his bare hands and from having them clawed at by his victims, he also got scars from been restrained on both his wrists and ankles,which he both got from been experimented on as a kid and during crazy sex hijinks, his hands are also covered in scars though mostly cracks from having his hands stomped and stepped on, mostly by some people wearing high and sharp heels.

This guy got way too many scars to name them all and how he got them so gonna cut this short, his legs are also covered in a bunch of scars, cracks, claw marks, bite marks and burns, got a couple of really deep ones on the inside of his thighs where he have both cut and burnt himself, and also where people have ended up scraping and cutting up the bone while fucking him really roughly, his left little toe is missing as it accidently got cut off during some sex thing, his feet are also covered in scars and cracks. 

[blackhatcannons]

You know how Mr Alan Ituriel joked about being Black Hat's dad. Okay, what if that were true, and Mr Ituriel was his dad and raised him since he was a barely sentient eldritch squid baby monster thing. How's that possible if BH is probably really fucking old. Easy Mr Ituriel would be some immortal that one day was like"yep, I'm going to raise this demon. Sounds fun." But he's the most suburban of dads ever, but never tried stifling BH's evil tendencies, he encouraged them even.

(Continued) Like Mr Ituriel has seen his son kill several men, and was just like ‘eh, kids will be kids.’ He is an immortal that gives no fucks. He is one of the few humans BH can say he’s ‘fond’ of (will never say it out loud) The one time he visited his son, because he’s a proud pop pop of his sons success and see how he’s doing because HE NEVER CALLS. So as a slight act of payback, he tells EMBARRASSING stories ‘Remember when your powers started to come in Hattie? You scared yourself silly!’

((I am torn between staying consistent with my personal theories and completely abandoning them for this great hc. So let’s just say I’m gonna be very contradictory with whatever the fuck I post, because oh man Normal Dad Alan Ituriel is a very good idea indeed.))

Alan, an immortal demi-human with abnormal morals who lives in the Mexican suburbs, is walking by an alleyway or something when he hears some kind of blood-curdling screech

naturally his first instinct is ‘oooh what the fuck is that let’s go find out.’ so he looks in a dumpster, and finds one dead-looking prostitute with some kind of Alien-franchise-esque parasite abomination thing crawling out of her chest cavity. It’s covered in blood, seems to be only made of wriggling black tentacles, and hissing.

“Aww, cute! Come on little guy, let’s get you cleaned up.” He kinda scoops him up with a shopping bag; he may be immortal, but fuck touching whatever fluids those are. Alan casually carries his writhing, screaming horrorterror baby home in a yellow plastic bag, and promptly throws it into the tub.

(Cue the insane bathtime montage where Alan locks it in the bathroom and sprays it with the showerhead until it’s clean enough to touch. BH tries to “kill” him (his hand) several times. Alan laughs.)

Once BH is thoroughly doused, he resembles a drenched eldritch cat, a soggy, angry bundle of wriggling flesh, multiple eyes, and gnashing teeth. He has not stopped trying to bite Alan.

Alan grabs him by the "scruff" and he immediately starts fighting back. He puts him in a cage until BH tires himself out from screaming and pounding at the bars. The two just stare at each other for a moment, silently regarding the other.

Alan sits in front of it and throws a small piece of raw meat into the cage. BH devours it in seconds. Alan unlocks the cage. BH instantly tries to attack him again. Alan puts him back in the cage. He waits a few minutes for the tantrum to end, then repeats the process.

eventually BH realizes he can get more food if he stays still for longer. so he stops fighting back and let’s Alan lure him closer, piece by piece. Eventually Alan has BH practically in his lap, literally eating out of the palm of his hand. With more food in him, he’s calmed down a bit. Alan smiles. Okay, this is pretty cute.

Only Alan would find BH eating cute tbh, it’s quite fucking disgusting how much raw meat has been spilled all over the place

Eventually BH is sated, becoming sleepy and much more complacent. He bites very, very weakly when Alan picks him up. Alan kind of cradles him like a baby, then pets him like a cat. The tentacles quiver. “Weird.” He thinks that means he likes it? BH falls asleep in Alan’s arms. “Cool.”

Fast forward a couple months, when BH exits the “larval stage.” That outer casing of tentacles is basically a cocoon, and BH eats and grows and eats and grows until he goes from small cat-sized to human-toddler sized. Then he stops fucking moving.

Alan freaks out thinking that he’s killed his adopted son after poking him with a stick for a day doesn’t do anything. Then, the outer casing splits open. BH re-emerges from his “pupal stage” as a fully-grown juvenile, basically a one-year old child. He looks like a miniature version of his current form, but without the dapper clothes or any teeth, and with two open eyes. Alan literally squeals and hugs him. BH tries to bite him again. Some things never change.

From there it’s basically like raising a baby, with a couple more eldritch aspects. BH grows twice as fast as an ordinary human. Alan dresses him in adorable baby clothes, not because he needs them, but because it makes him look “soooooo cuuuuute!!!”

BH’s teeth grow in, and Alan has to use metal teething rings when normal plastic doesn’t work. BH’s learns how to walk with Alan holding his hands. BH’s claws grow in and Alan files them down for him so he doesn’t hurt himself.

It takes about a month or so for BH to start talking. Normally he makes little eldritch blurbles that would make a human’s bones melt. Alan just repeats normal words that sound vaguely similar. Eventually BH gets the hang of it. (BH always claims that his first word was “evil”, but it’s his and Alan’s closest-kept secret that it was actually “papá”)

Black Hat’s powers come in during his “evil puberty.” He wakes up one morning feeling a little odd and… shimmery? It feels like his body isn’t quite there, like he’s almost floating outside of his flesh. Then he looks down, focusing on his arm. It solidifies more, feels less fuzzy. He focuses again, bringing the fuzziness back, and watches as it changes

“DAD HOLY FUCK”

Alan is kind of nervous as BH demonstrates how he can turn his arm into an actual, functioning snake. He gets even more nervous when BH starts sleep-teleporting. Alan wakes up with BH on the roof, BH in the garden, BH on the floor of his room, and BH a couple streets away. He always manages to find his son though, he just has to hurry before BH wakes up. (The first time Black Hat woke up after a sleep-teleport, he was confused and scared and started ripping dimensional holes trying to get home. Alan found him about a town over, but it had been quite the scare.)

Shortly after this, BH's "edgy" phase started. ("MY NAME IS MR. WUT NOW DAD") Alan never really tried to talk him out of it, instead just giving him the eldritch version of "The Talk."

"Now I know that lately your body has been going through some... changes, and I know that might be scary. But any, uh, urges you feel are completely natural, and--" "DAD FOR FUCK'S SAKE I KNOW ALREADY, OKAY?? I've been murdering people for like, five months now." "Oh, okay, if you ever need any, protection, or help hiding a body, you know you can always ask--" "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!"

It's a great relationship they have. BH moves out a couple years later to start his business, and refuses to call Alan (out of pride? probably??) Alan doesn't let him get away that easily, and each year he makes several unannounced visits. It almost always results in some kind of one-sided yelling match between the angry Black Hat and his cheerful dad, as his horrified employees listen on...

[woozletania]

Sanctuary (RR/GOTG slice of life)

It started one day in the most innocuous way imaginable: nothing more dramatic than an E-mail. "Hey Rock," Quill said, slumped back in the pilot's chair idly scanning the screen as he helped Rocket work on a problem with the Milano. "Got a letter from your doctor friend." "Those're always good," Rocket replied, his head and body down to the armpits inside a panel working on control connections.  "Try the upper right aileron control." Star-Lord obediently pressed a control and Rocket made a happy noise from inside the console, his ringed tail twitching in not-quite-a-wag.  Peter went on. "Weird thing is the subject line is public but the body is locked, or I'd read it to you. All I can see is 'P. Foster' and 'It's happening again'." There was a dull bang from inside the console as Rocket's tail went stiff. Peter watched curiously as a hand appeared, set down a wrench.  Rocket's voice was deadly calm. "Read that again, Pete." "'It's happening again.' That's all I can read, man." "Oh.  Okay then." The hand grabbed the wrench and Rocket worked briefly, then slid back into view.  As usual he was covered with dust and smears of grease but a spot of bloody fur over one eye showed where he'd hit his head.  "That'll hold it.  I gotta hit the can." Gamora came up the stairs just as Rocket went down and the little raccoon pushed past her with even worse manners than usual. The green-skinned assassin took one look at the open panel and discarded tools the raccoon left in his wake and came to the obvious conclusion.  "In the middle of something?  Mantis has lunch ready." "I guess.". Peter fiddled with the controls, watching the indicators as he tried the various control surfaces, thrusters and engines.  "Looks like it's all working. Figure Rocket will want to work on it more though, he doesn't leave his personal tool kit just lying where everyone can get at it unless he's in the middle of something." But Rocket didn't show up at lunch and didn't answer when Mantis knocked on his door.  Weirdly enough he'd even locked Groot out and the tree, a little taller than the raccoon now and going through early teenage crankiness, spent two minutes banging on the door until Rocket finally swore and opened it. "What? I was just doin' some stuff." Groot handed him back his tools, which got a grunt of something like 'thanks' from the raccoon, who then finally emerged and locked the door behind him. Drax happened by just then and the three made their way to the common area for a belated lunch. Peter, Gamora and Mantis were all there around the table and Mantis reached out without thinking to pet Rocket, seeing from the angle of his ears that he was in a bad mood.  Rocket was a lot more likely to let someone pet him these days but this time he flinched away and sat by himself, grabbing one of the sandwiches from the platter without a word. Seeing Rocket in a bad mood was nothing new but he was usually nicer to Mantis than this and Peter spoke up.  "Was that letter bad news, Rock?" "Oh that," Rocket grunted between bites.  "Not really. He did say he met another guy who's up on my model of cybernetics and that I should have him take a quick look next time I'm in the area.  So I wanna swing by Kopleth today, since we're between money runs." "Kopleth?  Dull place, but I guess," Peter said.  There was nothing but the sound of munching and Drax loudly slurping soup after that until Rocket finished eating. The second the door to his room closed, though, the conversation started up again. "You don't believe him, do you?" Said Gamora. "Not for a second," Quill replied. "I am Groot," said the sapling. "Yes," rumbled Drax.  "He had his weapons out and a bag of bombs half packed when I saw into his room for a moment.  Whatever he's going to Kopleth for, it is not to see a doctor." Gamora's smart pad beeped, and she read the message before turning the screen so the others could see.  It was from Nebula. 'Not supposed to tell you this, but he's in your crew.  Rocket just asked me to help him kill some people.  Something going on I should know about?' Rocket should have known that on a ship this small it was impossible to keep secrets.  Perhaps he did, because when they arrived on Kopleth and he made his way down the docking ramp, bag-full-o-guns over his shoulder, it was an expression of resignation more than anything else that crossed his face when he found his friends waiting at the bottom. "Before you say anything," he said.  "This isn't anything you want to be a part of. It's personal business." Gamora held up her smart pad once more.  'If you are reading this I am dead, on the run or in jail. The bounty on me will be huge if it's the middle one, so I'll understand if you come after me. It was something I had to do. No apologies.' Rocket groaned.  "That was supposed to be time locked until tomorrow." "Not when I know to look," Gamora said.  "And I knew something was going on." "Yes," said Nebula as she stepped off her ship.  "What is going on, fox?" "It's happening again," Rocket said a little later in the Milano's common area.  "I can't let it happen again. Never again." "What's going on, buddy?" Rocket sat with his ears down and his little clawed hands between his knees. He counted the grenades on his belt, twice, before continuing.  "Doc Foster got a job offer.  They knew he worked at Halfworld and gave him a virtual tour of the new facility.  Animal Uplift.  Cybernetic implants.  Vivisection. Euthanizing the subjects when they were done.  Somehow they had data files from the Halfworld complex. There must have been a backup elsewhere and now it's all happening again." There were no tears in the raccoon's eyes. Just determination. "If I have to spend the rest of my life in a cell to stop this, I'll do it. Every one of these bastards has to die. But research like this is legal on Kopleth. I'm going, but the rest of you oughta get out of here now. 'Cept maybe the lady who already has a giant bounty on her bald head," he said, nodding to Nebula. "You're not going, buddy," Star-Lord said.  "Not without me." "There will be heavy security, yes?" Drax asked, and Rocket nodded.  "Then I will not be left out of a good fight." "And if my sister goes, I go," said Gamora.  Nebula just smiled. "You don't get it," Rocket said.  "We spent the last year building up a reputation. This could destroy it.  If it's just me you can say I was a rogue. I'm expendable." "No," Gamora said, and everyone (except maybe Nebula) said together, "You aren't." Rocket sighed.  Not surprised, just a little sad.  Peter spoke up next.  "So you got a plan, little buddy?" "'Course I got a plan," Rocket mumbled.  "Always got a plan." "One that involves all of us, not just you?" "Told you," Rocket said with the beginning of a smile.  "I always got a plan." And that's why it was that Drax, armed with a missile launcher of Rocket's own design, Gamora with her plasma rifle and Quill with his pistols stormed the front of the complex to draw attention away from the back, while Rocket, Rocket-sized Groot and Nebula, whose cybernetics made her eerily flexible, entered via the ductwork Rocket had identified from the schematics he'd studied. Some of the vents were too small for even Nebula and so they soon separated with a whispered "Kill only when necessary," for Rocket eventually allowed himself to be reminded that not everyone they encountered would be a monster. Yet the first thing he did was drop out of an air vent onto the shoulders of a Xandarian who was cutting open a black-furred creature, dig his claws into the man's throat and rip it out. "Nod if you understand," he whispered, undoing the furry thing's restraints even as the researcher toppled over. It nodded, and Rocket slapped an emergency medical patch over the hole the "doctor" had put in the long-eared creature and gestured for it to follow him. There was a thump against the wall nearby, probably Nebula shattering some fool's skull, and a black-clad security guard popped through a door only to get a chest full of Rocket's hand-made APX - Armor Piercing Explosive - rounds. The next room had nothing but a few empty cages and bloodstained operating tables, though Rocket reflexively pocketed a handful of servo components from a table. Distant shouts and gunfire meant the other Guardians were fighting their way in and this place clearly wasn't built and staffed to withstand a major assault, which was just what you got when Gamora and Drax led an attack. "I am Groot?" The black-furred test subject jumped when a three-foot-tree man man his appearance but Rocket just smiled.  "Yeah, can you get that door?". He'd been about to blast the armored portal but Groot's strength was all out of proportion to his size and his tendrils ripped the thing from its hinges. "Jackpot!" Cages, test subjects - and a couple of guards.  Rocket got one before they recovered from the sudden disappearance of the armored door and speed and small size gave him the advantage he needed to take out the other. "Get 'em out, get 'em out!" He blew away what he recognized as a cybernetics jammer mounted just outside the row of cages and Groot ripped the door off the nearest just as a white-jacketed researcher appeared.  Rocket hesitated to shoot an unarmed man and thus made a mistake that would make him wake staring at the ceiling and shaking for years afterward. The man didn't need a gun to smash his hand into a panic button and the result was clouds of green poison gas spraying from nozzles on the ceiling. "Shit!  Hurry!" The furthest cages were already out of sight in a cloud of poison, as was the researcher, and Rocket resorted to shooting the locks off the cages he could still see.  Half shaved, cybernetic implant-studded animals of several unfamiliar species  leapt out and ran for the door and Rocket cursed as he shot the lock off a cage that held a shivering yellow-furred creature curled in a ball as far away from the bars as it could get. He had already breathed more of the green gas than he liked and all he could do was grab the thing and yank it out of the cage. Mistake.  He should have known it would panic and with an animalistic shriek the long, flexible yellow creature wrapped around him like a snake and sank sharp fangs into his neck. The spray of red told him he was in real trouble but Rocket was no stranger to pain and he grabbed a gas-added creature from another cage and staggered for the door, weighed down by two of them and passing the handheld one off to Groot as he made it through the doorway and slammed it shut. Everything still alive in that room wouldn't be that way for long and he wasn't doing so good either. The whiskery muzzle was still clamped down on the side of his neck and Groot had to help him run the few dozen yards to daylight. What he saw when he burst into the light astonished him.  Not just the Guardians but hovering Nova fighters, not to mention ground troops who had rounded up a dozen white-coated researchers and were similarly trying to keep track of at least that many research animals.  His keen ears picked up the argument going on between a Nova officer - he recognized Dey - and what must be the head researcher.  "No authority here - research animals, perfectly legal," and something about "Murderous thugs." Rocket ignored the blood running down his chest, got his fingers into the scruff of the yellow thing slowly killing him with its bite and whispered, "Listen - all of you Subjects, listen, say this -" "Rocket!" Quill came running as Rocket's vision began to gray around the edges, blood loss and gas, and Gamora right behind him. No sign of Nebula of course, she'd wisely taken a powder. Just then the yellow thing's fangs came out of his neck and it said, slowly and clearly to the nearest Nova corpsman: "In accordance with the Uniform Sapience Act -" "No!" The head researcher tried to intervene, only for Drax to clothesline him to the ground. "I request sanctuary on the basis of inhumane treatment," the yellow thing said, and the other animals repeated "Sanctuary, sanctuary," and the less Uplifted  or vocal ones spitting out the syllables the way he used to, "sanct-u-ary," And then Rocket was falling over, weighed down by the yellow thing and never so happy in his life to hear one word.  It'd all been worth it.  Live or die, it was so worth it. ***** 'So, not dead,' were Rocket's first thoughts when he woke.  His neck hurt, his chest hurt, and oddly enough his leg hurt too. And the second thing that passed through his mind when he opened his eyes was how familiar the metal ceiling looked. "Why am I not in jail," he mused, and Peter jerked upright in the chair next to the bunk, dropping the Zune headphones he'd been tinkering with. A strange animal chirp came from low down, out of his range of vision, but it hurt to turn his neck so he couldn't see what made it. "Rocket!  Hey, everybody, he's awake!" In an instant the room was crowded with the crew, and even Nebula, and Rocket realized he was in Peter's quarters on board the Milano. The captain's cabin, if you could call it that, was about fifteen percent larger than the space he had before he turned it into a lifeboat and started sleeping in his round padded bed. "I have lots of questions," Rocket said, and then there was another, because a sleek yellow head sporting long, familiar whiskers popped into view as well. He'd never gotten a good look at it but this was indisputably the creature that nearly killed him.  He was too tired and sore to hold that against her.  "I guess they all fall under 'what happened'." "Peter had an idea," Gamora said, and Mantis smiled as she gently scratched Rocket's ears.  "A good one, for a change." "Thanks Gamora," Pete said sourly.  "I called Nova Corps before we went to the compound to see if I could get them to look the other way for a little while as we took off for our new outlaw lives.  When I explained what was going on to Dey he said the following," with that he pointed at Drax. "Animal research is legal in many places," the giant intoned.  "But as far as Nova is concerned, Uplift, or at least the abuse of the resulting sapients is legal nowhere." Peter grinned. "Since Kopleth has no military to speak of they couldn't do much when a Nova troop transport and escorts showed up. Even medics who patched you up, though it was a near thing. You had nerve gas in your system, a nicked artery in your neck and a splinter from a ricochet or something in your calf below the armor." "So we're not outlaws," Rocket said wonderingly.  "What about the research subjects?" "Under Nova supervision," Gamora said.  "To be granted full sapient rights and a share of the penalty fines being assessed against the company.  And we get a share of that too." "Free money!" Pete cheered.  "A reward for just doing good things!" "What about her?" Rocket looked at the whiskery creature, seeing the bolts almost concealed by her fur where the artificial collarbones lay.  He had bolts like that, too. "Her?" Pete looked puzzled.  "You mean 96L02?" "Subject Nine-Six-Lima-Zero-Two reports as ordered, sir," the creature said, and stood up as straight as its long cylindrical body allowed. Rocket winced. "Damn it Pete, you know better than that.  That's not a name and she - yeah, you bald bodies have no noses I know but she is a she - is conditioned to respond to that number.  I don't want to hear one of you say it again. Ever." He reached over to see how she would react, careful not to touch, and webbed hands/forepaws clasped his fingers.  "Rocket," she chirped.  "So so-ree I bit you." "I woulda done the same thing," Rocket said.  "Ask Pete. He got the scars to prove it.  Now we need to get you a name." She stood bolt upright. "Subject Nine-Six-Lima-" "No!" She shrank back, her little low-set ears sinking.  "That was what they called you. You don't belong to them now.  You can have any name you want." "But I don't have a name," she chirped. Do you know the names of the researchers?" "Rocket," Peter said firmly.  "You are not naming her after guys you killed to get her out." "Hey, it worked for me.  And I only killed four anyway." "I am Groot." "That guy killed himself," Rocket said, and that brought back bad memories.  "How many got out?  Test subjects that is." "Thirteen," Gamora said, "But one died from gas exposure. Before you ask, including the one in the operating room there were twenty-six in various stages of Uplift." Rocket swore, but Peter cut him off.  "Subject-" and the yellow creature stood bolt upright, "Er, Lima told us what happened.  Rocket, I was the one who told you not to shoot people who weren't a threat. It's my fault.  And if we'd all gone in the front, which was my plan, they would have gassed them all.  Your plan got some of them out and would have got them all out if you hadn't listened to me. So blame me, not yourself." "It's all right," Rocket grunted.  "I woulda hesitated anyway.  Didn't think a guy would kill himself just to get rid of some Subjects." Lima stood bolt upright at the word. "Why is she doing that, Rock?  You don't do that when people say 89P-" Rocket let out an inarticulate growl and Pete stopped. "Oh yeah, you killed all the people who called you that." "Except Doc Foster," but then Lima was gripping his clawed hand again in her webby ones. "Why are you so angry, Rocket," she chirped, and Pete smothered a laugh. "'Cause I was made to be angry. To be a weapon.  You don't have to be like me, Lima." "I'm not," she said immediately.  "I am for linguistics, and diplomacy, and companionship. I am to be cute." And with her whiskers and ink-dark eyes she certainly was. "No! You don't gotta be what they made you.  You can be whatever you want." "I don't know what I want to be," she chirped, and Rocket smiled sadly. "Welcome to the club, lady." One by one the others wished him goodnight and left for their beds, for it was very late indeed.  He'd apparently been granted Peter's cabin until he recovered, though he protested that he didn't need anywhere near that much space. "You're in no shape to curl up to sleep," Peter said.  "You need a real bed." I've got a real bed, and it's round, Rocket thought but did not say. That brought it to mind when Lima dropped down to all fours and curled up on a wadded-up blanket. "Groot," Rocket mumbled, and then spoke up despite his sore chest. "Groot!" "I am Groot?"  Naturally, the tree had been resting right outside the door.  He wasn't going anywhere until he was sure Rocket was fully recovered. "Get my bed, please." "I am Groot?" "No, it's not for me. Pete will yell at me if he has to sleep on a bunk and I don't use the bed he's lent me. And yeah, I'm too sore to curl up.  But look," Rocket said, and gestured at Lima. "I am Groot." "Thanks, pal." A moment later the tree was back with the round, padded bed, the one embroidered with "Rocket" and the Ravager symbol. Rocket knew perfectly well it was a pet bed Pete picked up on Earth but Pete never lorded that over him (which showed he had an active survival instinct) and the thing was damn comfortable. "Lima."  The yellow creature - Rocket was sure there was a species name for her, but he had no idea what it was except that she was clearly designed for an aquatic life - popped her head up out of the nest of blankets. "Use this.  It's comfy." She slithered out of the blankets on her short web-footed legs and gave it a sniff. "It smells like you, Rocket." "Yeah, I sleep in it, but you need it more than I do right now." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." Rocket smiled as she curled up in a ball in the padded bed, just as he did.  She was long and sinuous compared to his more humanoid build, but she still fit perfectly into the thing. There was a time he and Groot shared the thing every night, but Groot was too big now.  That had taken a lot of getting used to.  For years he'd slept in leafy beds Groot grew each night, then he and mini-Groot shared various beds, and then ultimately it was just Rocket, and now it was just Lima, or whatever her name would eventually be. "Good night, Lima.  Tomorrow we'll talk about your name." And that would have been the end of it, except that later, when the ship lights were turned down to a dim glow, Rocket was woken by a familiar sound.  A nervous chattering, whining, and the sound of claws on fabric. Lima was in the midst of a nightmare.  He'd heard all these sounds before from himself, and heard them described to him. She twitched in the round bed, and whined, and he had all too good an idea of what she was dreaming about. He'd always been the one to wake screaming, or shivering. Peter had the occasional nightmare, and with good reason, but he was stronger than Rocket.  Or maybe his nightmares didn't involve being strapped down and cut open.  Rocket didn't know what Pete had nightmares about.  Ego? The Ravagers?  His mother dying?  Yondu? He did know how Pete had helped him with his own night terrors, though. Rocket winced as he sat up, and using the cabin chair as a stepping stool (not something he'd normally need) finally made it to the floor.  He was tough, he healed fast, but the nerve gas had really done a number on him.  Stapled-up wounds in neck and leg didn't hurt half as much as his chest but he dropped to all fours and padded over to the round bed an its occupant. Peter, much larger than himself, had just petted him or rubbed his back to get him to relax.  Lima was as big as he was, though, and the only way he could see to make her feel safe was to crawl into the round bed and snuggle up next to her. She moved in her sleep and soon her whiskery muzzle rested on his shoulder next to his own. Bit by bit she shifted and he moved with her until they were curled up together.  If it weren't for their dramatically different fur colors and body shapes it'd be hard to tell where one ended and the other began. By the time they were snuggled up together she had relaxed, the shivering tension gone from her muscles and her breathing slow and relaxed. 'What I should do now is wriggle out of here and bed back on the bed,' Rocket thought.  But he was tired, and sore, and there was something about lying here snuggled up with another furry creature. 'Safe,' Rocket thought as he drifted off to sleep.  'I feel safe.  I hope she does too.'

[shippers-assemble]

Hi! Can I get Avengers, Defenders and Young Justice ships, pls? I'm an Aspie bi girl standing @ 5'4" w/ wavy n short brown hair + brown/black eyes. I'm easy-going & distant, but once I let you in, I can be pretty spontaneous & intense. Due to past events, I tend to hide that, so I'm working on fixing that and how it affects my anxiety. Writing & cinema are my loves, but I started painting & drawing again after stopping during rough times. Tysm 😘 😚

Hello, buttercup!~ I am so sorry that this took so long. The holidays have been kinda hectic. So, I see that you sent in two messages. I’m just going to put all of your requests right down below, along with your other message.

varietycaked said to shippers-assemble: Hi! Can I get ships for Defenders, X-Men & Young Justice, plz? I’m an Aspie bi girl standing @ 5'4" w/ short brown hair + brown/black eyes. My biggest loves are writing & film. I’m very reserved & mellow until you get to know me. Then, I’m more spontaneous, fiery & sarcastic (I’m an INFJ if that gives some insight). Due to past events & personal demons, I’ve learnt to mask my hypersensitivity/empathy unless I write, so being seen past my flaws is extremely important to me. Tysm 😘

I hope you enjoy, my dear!

-Admin Chère-

In the Avengers, I ship you with… Thor Odinson!

“Odin’s beard, you are cute, but I do wish you would stop apologizing for things beyond your mortal control.”

This golden-locked son of Odin would be the best match for you in the Avengers. The golden boy’s boy-next-door smile would be the first thing you notice about him. The two of you would meet for the first time in a little independently owned coffee shop in the middle of town. The barista calls out your order, and a very strong hand snatches it before you could get the chance. Prepared to glare at the overgrown oaf that commandeered your latte, you look up into a pair of deep blue eyes. Unknowingly, you mumble a shallow apology under your breath. “Why do you apologize for things you have not done?” “I-I don’t know.” “The chains of habits are often hard to see but harder to break.” As he smiled and walked away, you thought you would never see him again. One day, you walk into the coffee shop and see the beautiful blonde sitting in the corner. As you walk to your usual spot, you see a cute little cupcake with a note. “To replenish your energy, to help break your chains.” Since then the two of you have been side by side, breaking chains and drinking coffee.

In the Defenders, I ship you with… Power Man/ Luke Cage/ Carl Lucas!

“Woman, you confuse me… but every twist and turn makes me love you more.”

Luke Cage has always been a man of few words, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you with everything he’s got. The two of you would have the type of relationship where you don’t have to be around each other all the time. You have your time, and he has his. But when the two of you are together, it’s the little things that mean the world to you both. You would do things like make sure he always has a back up shirt before he leaves to kick some bad guy butt, and he would do things like brew your favorite coffee (or if you don’t drink coffee, your favorite smoothie) and make breakfast before he leaves for the bar. Your relationship is a lot like your personality. Sometimes it is distant. Sometimes it’s intense. But what do you expect from someone who is indestructible with a heart of pure gold?

In the X-Men, I ship you with… Hank McCoy/ Beast!

“Y-you want to go see a movie… with m-me…? W-why?”

You walk into a foreign film festival, journal in hand, ready to take notes. This is where you would meet Hank McCoy, the only other person in the theater. You sit a couple of rows behind him when you notice that he has a notebook as well. After the festival, in a moment of pure excitement and blind courage (which typically isn’t like you at all), you go up to the shy, dorky guy and tap on his shoulder. After shyly asking if he would compare notes with you, the two of you grab a bite to eat and chat about the movies. Flash forward, the two of you become great friends, constantly talking about films. One day, at your local theater, there is a showing of the black and white classic, Casablanca. When you meet him in his lab for your usual lunchtime chat, you ask if he wanted to go see the timeless classic with you. After a very awkward silence and a few stolen looks, he asks why you want to go with him. You smile, pull him towards the door, and the rest is history.

In Young Justice, I ship you with… Conner Kent/ Superboy!

“We bonded okay?!I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

Conner Kent is not your typical level headed person. In fact, he isn’t level headed at all. There would definitely be some rather intense and heated moments between the two of you, and most of those moments end up in a huge, explosive fight. However, once the two of you cool down after a while, both of you come back and apologize. That being said, after apologizing, the two of you sit and talk for hours about everything in the universe, but the two of you always end up in the same place. Both of you have flaws, things that you don’t like about yourselves, demons that you have fought, and are ones that the two of you are still fighting. That is the best thing about the special kind of relationship that you and Con have. The two of you know what it’s like to fight, and you also know what it’s like to have someone help you through that. When it all boils down to it, even though you fight with each other, you love and need each other... very much.

Again, I want to say how terribly sorry I am for this wayyyyyyyyy overdue answer! I hope you that you like this~ And I hope that you don’t hate us for how long this took. Thanks for requesting, my dear! Feel free to ask again. Next time, I swear I will answer faster! xx

-Admin Chère-