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[johnbrand]

Cycle of Corruption

With @aismoker

Seb did not hesitate, flicking the lighter and bringing its open flame up to the tip of his cigarette. He had never smoked before, never had the intention to smoke before. Seb did not know anyone who smoked, and from an early age his family had preached about the dangers of nicotine. But here he was, the freshly-purchased pack of Marlboros sitting beside him as he took in his first inhalation.

Just as his blogger bro had warned Seb, that first breath was harsh, the smoke roughly scratching at his throat. But his bro had instructed him to keep going, push through the first cigarette. If it was still a little scratchy, have a second. Heck, go through the whole pack. He promised that Seb would notice the change once it came. His throat would surrender, allowing the smoke to smoothly caress itself along the walls like syrup.

Seb assumed he must have appeared strange to the passersby. Some looked at him with the common disdain that was given to all smokers, whether they were newbies or veterans. Some noticed the slightly-above average male and took a second to appreciate him, but then noticed the cigarette between his fingers and shied away. Seb was athletic, kept in shape, but he was nothing extraordinary. Just a lucky genetic draw. But his bro promised Seb it would all change. Smoking would make him what he craved to be: a real man.

Seb could not recall how it had all started. It seemed like only weeks ago he had been scrolling through content online, just passing each blog one by one as he had done countless times before. When he came upon a new blog in his feed though, one boasting of the joys and transformative properties of smoking, he was intrigued. Who in this day and age was promoting nicotine, especially at such a level to create fanfiction of Marlboro? With nothing better to do, Seb explored the page, and before he knew it hours had passed. He had become enthralled, blissfully unaware that a latent addiction had been awoken.

Seb continued to visit the blog, fascinated by the opinions and captions shared by the creator. Eventually, he reached out, and was surprised when the blogger quickly responded back. The blogger, an avid smoker and certified bro-type, was happy to explain his perspective and ideology, further enrapturing the pupil in Seb. It did not take much longer from there until his bro instructed him to purchase his first package of Marlboros, and now on his third cigarette, Seb’s world was beginning to expand.

Enlightened, Seb immediately sent a message to his bro, who responded back with knowledgeable confidence. His bro explained that this was his first stepping stone towards manhood, tying back to their discussions in the past. The blogger had uncovered the definition of masculinity to Seb through pictures of smoking men and by outlying the connections between nicotine and the alpha male. And at that very moment, as he was no longer resisting the smoke's phantom embrace coursing through his veins, Seb finally began to understand his bro’s perspective.

From there, the vicious cycle of corruption erupted. With the continued encouragement from his bro, Seb continued to purchase pack after pack of Marlboros until he began to do it automatically. The process engrained itself as a part of his system, the nicotine like a parasite adding one extra item to his mental to-do lists. And the smoking too, a catalyst initiated by his bro, shifted the direction of Seb’s fate, readjusting his life’s path towards new objectives.

Once the addiction took its permanent residence, things began to change. The smoke physically undertook a reconstruction of its host, creating a suitable body to contain its poisonous splendor. Seb’s musculature grew, his body strengthening a little more with every pack. As his bro reminded him, alpha men smoked, so if he was to smoke, by scientific law he would become an alpha. Larger, broader, naturally commanding a presence. As the years passed, his beard grew in, his body hair grew denser, and his attitude grew smug.

Thanks to the smoking, Seb’s relationships changed too. Family members and people he was once close with grew afraid of his new habits, offering help before simply disappearing from his life. His bro had assured Seb that this was simply for the best; their fear for the emerging alpha did not make them worthy of embracing the better him. With this, his bro helped Seb find new men to socialize with, fellow smokers who could laugh and indulge in their superior lifestyle, discussing the worldly topics around masculinity as smoke coated their interiors.

Seb’s corruption furthered, the addiction consuming him before eventually, almost a decade to the day after his first cigarette, he found himself running his own online blog preaching the revelations of smoking. Now sturdier, gruffer, and wiser, he was delighted when a young blogger popped anonymously into his inbox asking a few questions about his perspective. Seb was happy to indulge, knowing soon he would be enlightening the young man onto his own nicotine journey. And what better way to celebrate such a success than by having a smoke.

[kenziebluex]

All Mine

Giyū Tomioka - Kinktober 2024 Day 6 - A/B/O Heat

♫ Plaza - All Mine

Story Description: Every Saturday night, Cam Boy Giyu hosts a live broadcast. But one particular evening, something unexpected happens during his private session with Reader - he goes into heat. Surprised by this turn of events, Giyu comes up with a brilliant idea. Reader lives only 20 minutes away from him - why not ask for their help in getting through his heat?

Tags: Camboy Giyu, A/B/O Heat, Bottom Giyu, Omega Giyu, Alpha Reader, Pegging, Orgasm Delay, Scent Marking, Multiple Orgasm 

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

You were accustomed to seeing him naked, but today it was more intense than usual. This was the first time you two had fully interacted….

It all started a year ago when you stumbled upon a local cam boy while searching for omega porn videos to get you through the night. At first, you were hesitant about watching a livestream, but once you saw him, you were hooked.

His upper face was obscured, but his body was undeniably sinful. As an omega, he was surprisingly fit with defined abs and veins trailing down his happy trail. You caught a glimpse of his black hair, tied back in a ponytail, leading you to assume it was long. 

But it wasn't just his appearance that drew you in. When he moaned, his voice took on a higher pitch, but when he spoke normally, it was a sweet and low tone that captivated you. You were hooked on his voice and his body.

Before long, you became an active watcher - chatting in the comments, sending money, and fulfilling any requests the omega had.

It only took a few months of interactions before you caught Giyu’s eye. He only had a few regulars and never went out his way to message anyone asking if they wanted a private stream. But he kept seeing your username and he was curious. More times than he can count he started looking out for your username in the chat, following any instruction you gave him. Your politeness and commanding attitude in the chat intrigued him.

He realized that it was becoming a habit. So when one night you messaged you wanted to see his face he almost moved the camera up. He realized he was screwed due to his need for you. 

Despite rarely doing private streams and only accepting offers from Alphas with large sums of money, he wanted to host one for you.

You couldn't believe your eyes right now. It was halloween night and while everyone else went out, you stayed in to watch Giyu's special one-hour livestream. Given that halloween fell on a Friday this year he decided to do a one hour livestream over his usual 3 hour livestream. 

The stream ended a couple of minutes ago and you were glad that you watched it. He had used your favorite toy of his, a 7-inch orange dildo with ridges along the sides, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen as he moaned in pleasure. You weren't sure how it could feel good, but with the way he moaned while using it you knew it did. 

Even though you didn’t cum, watching him ride the toy made you incredibly horny. Your breath would hitch up everytime he would moan out a string of words. 

What shocked you a few minutes after the stream had ended your message chat box pinged signaling you had an offer for a private stream.

Giyu: Hey, 

Would you be interested in doing a private stream? I do them sometimes for my most dedicated followers. ☺

Most dedicated? Okay that’s a little embarrassing, you thought, feeling slightly flustered. So that means he has seen your comments, you knew there was a chance he had and at times you felt like he was listening to you when you suggested he move a certain way or perform certain actions. You thought it was wishful thinking but realized you weren’t just being delusional. 

You accepted the invitation without much thought, eager for the private stream to begin. As you joined the chat room with a black screen, you took a few minutes to make sure your makeup was still flawless and your outfit was just revealing enough, anticipating where the night would lead.

The anticipation only grew as Giyu's message appeared in the chat: "I'll be in the room soon, sorry to keep you waiting." You could sense his nerves through his words, making you even more excited for what was to come.

If you thought you were nervous, Giyu was a hot mess. He felt flustered and hot so he needed a moment hoping to cool off. In his head, you were the Alpha of his fantasies and he couldn't wait to finally meet you one on one. He had already fallen for your personality in such a short amount of time, so he wasn't worried about your looks - he knew you would be absolutely stunning. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves or cool off from the intense heat coursing through him. He was practically purring. 

The anticipation had been building for 10 long minutes, and just as you were about to give up and go in search of a snack, the screen finally began to load. Your heart raced as Giyu's polite smile appeared on the screen, but you were too distracted by his shirtless chest to notice the nerves that flitted across his face. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles and abs rippled under his skin, even though you saw it every week. You were grateful that the camera wasn't on, so he couldn't see the hunger in your eyes.

"Sorry I'm late," he said with a stretch, giving you another tantalizing view of his chiseled abs and defined V-line. Jesus, he was even more attractive in person.

"Don't apologize," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fluttering in your stomach. 

"I'm sure you had to change after your stream. And you look good, by the way." you added in a nervous laugh, immediately regretting your boldness. But when you saw the shocked and then red-faced expression on Giyu's face, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having caught him off guard with your compliment.

“Oh, uh, I had to clean up. And...um...you look good too,” he realized his mistake and stumbled over a follow-up sentence.

“I mean, I'm sure you look great. That's not what I meant. What I meant was, um, if I could see you right now, you would be...beautiful.” Giyu's face was turning red from embarrassment and he couldn't seem to find the right words.

“Sorry, I'm just really nervous,” he finally admitted in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret. You gave him a moment to collect himself before speaking again. 

After a fit of laughter, you assured him that you understood what he meant. You decided to turn on your camera at this moment. You were wearing a black robe that was typically reserved for when you were working on your computer, in case any of your roommates barged into your room. The robe had a low v-shaped neckline that accentuated your cleavage, but it was long enough to make you feel comfortable walking around the dorm in it. 

For the second time tonight, you managed to surprise Giyu. Not only did he not expect you to turn on the camera, but he also didn't expect you to be his type exactly. In fact, you were the most stunning woman he had ever spoken to; his body couldn't hide its reaction. He was already starting to overheat just from looking at you, and every part of him wanted to get down on his knees and worship your body. 

He had only caught a glimpse of your chest, but it was enough to leave him desperate for more. You could tell that he was incredibly turned on, and his flushed cheeks gave it away. He let out a soft whimper before reaching down to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. 

“Stop.” Your commanding voice rang out, stopping his movement in its tracks. His hand had been hovering over his imprint in his pants before dropping to his side. He let out a small whine, his eyes glazed with desire. You didn't know what came over you, but seeing that he actually listened to you ignited a fire within you. 

"Baby, I didn't give you permission to touch yourself," you said, smirking at the screen.

"Sorry Alpha, I didn't mean to," he replied wide-eyed, looking up at you for your reaction.

"Alpha? We just got on the call and you're already calling me Alpha. How...slutty," you teased, leaning closer to the camera and locking eyes with him. "If you want to be so good for your alpha, you won't touch yourself without permission."

"Yes ma'am," Giyu replied, his voice thick with desire. His thighs clenched as he tried to restrain himself from giving into his lust. 

You couldn't understand why he was so turned on by this exchange, but the answer would soon become clear.

Giyu could feel that something was amiss. He had a strong sexual desire and usually had no problem controlling himself, but now he felt like he could climax from just a light breeze. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he was in heat.

"Babe, can you do me a favor?" Giyu finally spoke up, fully aware of the situation he was in. "I'm going to send you an address, how far away are you from there?"

The chat box lit up to indicate that you had received his message. You were curious so you searched the address on your GPS and showed him the screen. 

Giyu's heart leaped with joy when he saw the address and noticed that you were only 20 minutes away. 

"That's my address," he said, trying to remain calm but feeling nervous about moving too quickly. He didn't want to scare you off, but his body was begging for you.

"This might be too soon for you, but I'm going into heat," Giyu continued, noticing that you were still in shock. "I really need you to have sex with me." He whimpered as another wave of heat washed over him, his body obediently refraining from touching his erection.

“You want me to do what?” you practically screamed, but whispered at the same time in an attempt to keep your voice down and not disturb any of your lingering housemates.

“Come over and help me through my heat, Alpha.” Giyu whined out, obviously uncomfortable with his raging hard in hand. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his muscles trembled with the intensity of his approaching heat.

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As you pulled up to Giyu's place, you couldn't help but feel nervous. The entire drive over, you and Giyu discussed your interests and expectations for the evening. You both agreed that this was not a one-time thing and that you were interested in dating each other. Spending his heat with him was just the start of your relationship, and you were already planning future dates together.

As you walked to the entrance of his apartment complex, you barely had time to admire the Halloween decorations before he pulled you into a tight hug followed by a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His scent, a mixture of cinnamon and apples, enveloped you and sent shivers down your spine. In that moment, you knew he was meant for you.

You had seen him on a screen before, but seeing him in person was a whole different experience. Your instincts kicked in, urging you to show him that you could provide for him and take care of him. You could feel yourself growling at the thought. Deciding that enough talking had been done, all you wanted now was to stake your claim on this beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Take me upstairs," you commanded the jumpy omega, who couldn't hide his excitement. He was in heat, so it wasn't surprising when he stopped snuggling and marking your neck with his scent as you climbed the stairs. 

In that moment, a wave of possessiveness washed over you. Questions like "Who has he done this with?" and "How often?" raced through your mind. You didn't realize you were saying them out loud in a series of grunts, consumed by the smell of your omega in heat. 

"No one, it's just you. I promise, only you," Giyu sobbed against your neck, overwhelmed by the emotions radiating from you. "Just you, Alpha. Please."

You set your bag down next to the bed and quickly got to work, sensing another round of heat coming from him. Pushing Giyu to sit on the edge of the bed, you knelt down in front of him and made yourself comfortable as you slid his shorts down his legs.

Even though you still emitted an angry scent, he could feel that it wasn't directed at him, and the overwhelming scent of lust soon took over those feelings. 

"Let me know if it's too much," you said, even though deep down you knew he wouldn't stop you. You continued to position yourself between his legs, eager to please him. 

Giyu's cock was already hard and pointed towards the ceiling, leaking precum. His thighs were trembling slightly, a sign that he wouldn't last long. You started by kissing along his length, pressing your face against him as he gasped. Moving down, you left a trail of kisses on his inner thighs and sucked on his skin, leaving marks behind. The scent of him was intoxicating and it only made you want him more. 

You couldn't resist any longer and licked up the precum that had pooled on his abs. You needed to taste him on your tongue. 

"Talk to me, babe," you growled as your hands gripped his legs, holding him still. You wanted to hear every moan and word that came from his mouth. He had been trying so hard not to move but you could see how overwhelmed he was. 

"I need- I need your mouth on me," Giyu finally spoke, his voice raspy from holding back. "I can't stop thinking about it; how good it would feel and how well you would suck me off. I wonder if you can deepthroat and if-" His words were cut off as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, eliciting a string of pleas from him. 

You took your time playing with the head of his cock, tracing over the veins with your tongue knowing it would drive him crazy. Twisting around his length, you used your tongue to swirl around the tip before taking him halfway into your throat again. "Please, I'm going to come," Giyu whined as he dropped his hands to the side and gripped onto the mattress. 

"Say my name," you demanded as you took him all the way down your throat. It had been a while since you deepthroated someone, but for Giyu, you were determined to do it.

"I'm coming," he stuttered, his grip on your hair tightening. "Y/N, you have to-"

You didn't let up, taking him even deeper while sucking harder. You held onto his hips to prevent him from thrusting up into your mouth as he came. His body tensed and he let out a loud moan, his abs tightening as he released into your mouth. He gripped onto your hair tightly and if you weren't holding onto his thighs, you knew he would be fucking your face in that moment. 

After a few moments, he stopped whimpering and his body relaxed, no longer spasming. You rubbed his sides, congratulating him on a job well done as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him. As he calmed down, his hands found their way to your face, gently lifting it up to bring you into a kiss. Your lips battled for dominance before he gave in, allowing you to lead the kiss with passion and heat. 

"You okay?" you whispered, pulling back from the kiss but still leaving small pecks on his lips. 

"I need more," he whispered back, his eyes showing how lost he was in the moment. His heat had finally taken over completely. Usually omegas in heat were demanding and needy, but Giyu seemed quite docile under your touch. It only proved to you that he was strong and perfect for you.

Before you approached him, you had both agreed that you would be the one topping Giyu during his heat. Normally, he preferred to be in control, but when he was in heat, he wanted nothing more than to be dominated. He enjoyed someone else taking charge and this played into his desire to bottom during his heats. 

As you broke away from your embrace, you grabbed your bag and emptied its contents while both of you looked through what you packed. The bag contained two dildos, lube, gloves, fuzzy handcuffs, and a strap-on. Without hesitation, Giyu blushed as he reached for the strap-on and lube, handing them to you. 

"I already prepared earlier, so you don't have to," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact. Glancing down, you noticed that he was already half-hard. Even if he hadn't prepared himself beforehand, it wouldn't have been difficult given how slick he was. 

You began undressing, placing your clothes on a nearby chair. As you stripped down, Giyu couldn't help but stare at your body with admiration.

"Lie down for me," you commanded as you removed his shirt. He obediently lay on his stomach, giving you the perfect view of his back dimples and toned shoulders. 

But it was his ass that truly caught your attention in this position. His arousal was impossible to hide as slick leaked down his legs. With his head buried in his hands and a groan escaping his lips when you touched him, Giyu muttered "Alpha" into his arm as you inserted two fingers into him.

Determined to hear more moans from him, you worked on finding his prostate. You were desperate to get inside him at this point. When your fingers finally hit the right spot and elicited a high-pitched whine from Giyu's mouth, you teased him by continuously hitting that sweet spot inside him. He was practically drooling into the pillow, arching his back to present himself for you. 

Feeling overwhelmed with desire, you removed your fingers, met with even more whines from Giyu. You moved away to adjust the strap-on, eager to finally fuck him.

"You've been so good for me, omega. Here's what's going to happen: you'll keep presenting yourself for me and I'll fuck you. You can grip the headboard, but no more hiding your moans. Got it?" you said, turning his head to face you.

"Okay," he whispered, avoiding eye contact. 

"Nope, look at me."

"Yes, Y/n. Yes, Alpha," he cried out as he looked into your eyes. His cock was painfully hard, trapped and rubbing against the bed. Panting heavily, he let out a high-pitched moan as soon as you were fully inside him. You couldn't help but watch in pleasure as his thighs flexed around you. If only you could feel all the sensations he was feeling right now; you just knew he would be squeezing your cock so tightly.

He attempted to reach for his own cock before remembering your command and leaving it alone. 

His body convulsed violently, his back arching off the bed as if begging for more. His hole quivered around the fake cock as he climaxed without any touch to his own cock, rubbing it raw against the rough sheets. Giyu groaned into the pillow, thrusting back against you with a desperate need for another release.

“Ah fuck-.” Giyu moaned into the pillow thrusting back.

This was your cue to continue fucking him harder and faster, giving in to your own desire. Your hips moved in a steady rhythm, gradually building up speed until Giyu's panting became harsh and ragged. You could tell he was on the brink of his third orgasm of the night as he eagerly surrendered himself to you. 

"Come for me, my love. Show me how good I make you feel," you muttered between gasps, feeling your own climax approaching. The strap pressed mercilessly against your sensitive center with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. 

You were lost in the ecstasy, unsure of what triggered your own orgasm - whether it was the way Giyu's lower back flexed or his sweet moans that pushed you over the edge.

"Giyu, I'm coming!" you cried out, burying your face in his shoulder as you climaxed. But before you could catch your breath, you reached under him and took hold of his throbbing cock, stroking it with practiced ease. It only took three strokes before he exploded in a mind-numbing release. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he shouted out ("Alpha! Y/N! Please!") and collapsed onto the sheets in a trembling heap.

You watched in awe as Giyu's body finally relaxed into a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. And as you held him close, still buzzing from your intense lovemaking session, you couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment shared with this incredible man who gave you everything you ever wanted.

Your legs trembled for a moment as you rose from the bed. You carefully turned him onto his side and went to the attached bathroom to gather cleaning supplies. Wiping him down with a towel, you also cleaned yourself before returning to his side. Finding a blanket, you covered the wet spot on the bed knowing he wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

As he snored lightly, you laid back down next to him. His brows furrowed and his nose scrunched in his sleep. He rolled over, searching for your body and finding your side before curling into you. His face relaxed into a peaceful expression and he resumed snoring.

There was no denying it - this omega was meant for you.

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[jen-with-a-pen]

ALL TIED UP - THREE

Previous ⊹ Series

summary: Steve already feels like a fish out of water at the gym. An encounter with a girl and Bucky leaves him gasping for air and grasping for what the hell is going on behind Bucky's frat boy facade. At least he gets some sweet relief, some coffee, and some courage, when he see his favorite barista.

pairings: Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!Reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: implied misogyny (Bucky and Sam really are Frat Bros™), gym gains + weight mention, Steve's just trying his best, fake crying, possessiveness + demanding obedience, Steve should try to listen to his gut more, successful attempts at flirting

a/n: i'm pleased to be able to finally introduce our reader from steve's pov! i can't wait until i can share her side of the story with you all ♥ enjoy! also a just-in-case thank you to those who have been patient with my posting. i know my masterlist currently has a schedule, but after an abrupt work trip and conference following, i got thrown off by a week. shoulda known better 😅

The most specialest of special thanks to two of my loves @vonalyn and @lunarbuck for helping me flesh out this idea and enable me in my destruction ♥ i owe you both a beefy alpha soon

gif by @/paliaphrodite | additional graphics + dividers by me ♥

my ao3 | my masterlist | all tied up masterlist Read this fic HERE on ao3! ♥Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated as always♥

Last Tuesday.

Sweat drips down Steve’s neck as he finishes out his bench presses. Endorphins and dopamine ooze into his bloodstream as his face flushes, driving him to push one more time to beat his personal record. His heart races from excitement as his arms extend, biceps bulging under the 210-pound barbell, pushing it up for the final rep of his set. At last, he reracks the weights and a proud smile spreads easily across his lips.

Going from 175 lbs to 225 lbs in the span of only a month was the last thing Steve expected upon coming to Richards. He wasn’t scrawny by any means before– in fact, as his mother consistently had to remind him, puberty had been exceptionally kind to him, going from five-foot-eight to a cool six-foot-two in just the last two years of high school– but, thanks to the daily regimens Bucky and Sam personalized for each of the brothers, Steve began to see real gains. Real changes. For the better, even he would admit. His jaw became sharper. His chest grew broader. His arms were now just a tad too tight for his own t-shirts. 

“‘s all thanks to those prime Sigma genes!” Sam once told Steve while spotting him during one of the first sessions of the semester. Steve couldn’t tell if he was joking about their greek letters or not, so he shook the comment off and chalked it up to ‘Sam being Sam.’ Him and Bucky constantly preached the superiority of ‘Sigma Males,’ regardless if anyone was listening. 

Steve never believed in that bullshit. His Ma would keel over if he ever even thought  about that kind of concept. 

Steve sits up, grabbing his sweat rag and water bottle next to the bench. Taking a long drink, his mind flips through through the schedule for the day: Drawing, then Astronomy and Art History back to back; a mandatory check in with his advisor; lunch or dinner somewhere in between; finally, some sports event-party-thing that Bucky and Sam were adamant the entire house hosts. On a Tuesday. 

Steve huffs, rising from the bench and mopping the beads of hot sweat trailing down his temples. He needs to shower quickly in order to make it to class on time, especially if he wants to stop for coffee in the quad. 

Not that the coffee is worth the detour on the way to class, in all honesty, but the comforting sight of the usual barista behind the counter is. 

Since his first day on campus, something about her has drawn him to the cafe as often as possible. Eventually, they began small talk– well, she started the small talk. Gradually, they started chatting about more than just the weather. Then it became ‘what’d you get on the calc test?’ or ‘hey are you going to the football game?’. Her voice, her laugh, her quiet humming as she prepares orders regularly echoes in Steve’s mind. Her soft, kind eyes and warm smile is burned so deeply into his memory that he’s started drawing her. He doodles in the corner of his notes, sketches on napkins and newspapers, paints watercolor daydreams covering certain pages of his sketchbooks. All of them are her. 

He can’t recall for the life of him how it came to be this way. It all happened so suddenly, so gradually.

Over the last few weeks, Steve found himself walking just a touch faster, leaving just a couple minutes earlier, to make sure he can stop by and see her before class. To him, she’s a breath of fresh air, a break from the cloud of testosterone and stress the frat house always keeps him in.

No matter what, she always makes his day just a little bit brighter.

She knows his order before he even makes it to the counter. She knows which classes to ask him about and on what days. She knows writing his name with a smiley face on his cup will make him tip just a little extra, just because she drew it. 

She knows him.

Yet, he can’t exactly say the same about her.

Steve bites his lip, so incredibly caught up in thoughts of his coffee shop crush, he doesn’t realize where he’s walking until he runs smack into another body. Hard.

“Oof–Hey!” 

The girl in front of him falls to the floor, dropping her phone, rag, and water bottle. Her headphones slip off her head, landing amongst the scattered remains of what she’d been holding. 

“What the fuck–!”

“Oh, shit! I-I’m so sorry, lemme–” Steve bends down, offering her a free hand and genuine concern on his face. The girl’s eyes widen and she freezes when she looks up at him. The next thing Steve knows, she’s opening her mouth and getting ready to scream. Panic surges through him and he, too, becomes frozen in place, unsure of what else to do when there’s a soon-to-be-screaming girl in the middle of a crowded gym of frat bros.

Before her scream spills out of her throat, Steve hears a familiar voice behind him.

“Shay? What the hell happened?” Bucky appears, jogging from a machine around the corner. The moment he sees Steve bent over her– Shay, apparently– there’s a darkness that falls over his face as he approaches them. 

“He–he–!” Shay hiccups from the ground, bottom lip stuck out in a pout and trembling ever so slightly. Her jacket hangs off her shoulder, half-zipped and barely covering her tanned and toned stomach, and her neat, platinum blonde hair remains in tidy braids plaited down to her shoulders. It’s as if she merely tripped on a rogue water bottle or an untied shoelace. Steve’s throat tightens.  

“Bucky, I-I bumped into her, it was an accident, I was just helpin’ her up, I–”

Bucky stops. His shoulders are heaving, chest puffed out, and hands balled into tight fists at his sides. His dark expression makes him look terrifying. Steve’s never seen him like this before. 

Steve swears he hears Bucky growl. 

It takes a moment, but upon finally realizing it’s only Steve, Bucky backs down and calms almost instantly. His expression neutralizes into his usual suave smirk as he runs a hand through his cropped hair. 

“Shay,” Bucky turns his focus to the girl still splayed on the floor. There’s a commanding undertone in his voice, something more dominant, more forceful, than Steve’s ever heard.

“B-but h-he,” Shay babbles on, “he pushed me!” Her cheeks are dry, eyes white without bloodshot or fresh tears. Her lip stays pouting, mimicking a stubborn toddler as she blubbers to Bucky. 

“No, he didn’t. He didn’t do anything other than bump into you.” Bucky takes a step forward. “Right, Stevie?” His hand clamps onto Steve’s shoulder. His grip digs deep, tighter than usual. Steve nods quickly.

“Y-yeah, I, uh, wasn’t lookin’ where I was goin’ and I-I just didn’t, uh, see her.” 

Bucky gives him a once over, his vice-like grip weighing on Steve like a two-ton barbell. He slowly nods to himself and takes his eyes off Steve, turning to Shay. Steve holds his gaze on Bucky, however, studying him for a second more. He notices the extremely subtle way Bucky is almost looking down on her. Something about Bucky’s eyes, the shift in his jaw, sends a phantom chill up Steve’s spine.

“C’mon, Shay. Get up.”

“But! But, Bucky! He–!”

“You heard me. Get. Up.”

Shay sucks her lip back in and reluctantly obeys as she collects her things and stands. Even with his eyes closed, Steve realizes he wouldn’t have been able to notice Shay’s petite, five-foot-something frame standing in front of him. She barely came up to the middle of his chest. How had he not seen her in his way? 

“Now,” Bucky continues, “apologize to Steve.” 

Shay scoffs, breaking her show of obedience. She gives Steve a not-so-subtle once-over. Her nose ring wrinkles in the crevice of her nostril as her lips curl into a snarl. She crosses her arms, cocking a hip and copping an attitude.

“Why should I–”

Bucky abruptly lets go of Steve’s shoulder and moves swiftly to stand directly behind Shay. His large hands snake around her waist and Steve can tell he squeezes her, hard, by the sudden, sharp inhale she takes. Her smug, bratty expression disappears immediately as Bucky leans down to the cusp of her ear, lips brushing against the silver rings and studs of piercings littering her cartilage.

“Steve is a brother, Shay. Now, apologize so we can let him leave and we can start your workout.” Bucky’s hands dig tighter into her waist. Steve’s stomach churns. 

“I,” Shay sucks in another sharp breath and plasters on a forced smile. “I’m sorry, Steve.” 

Bucky releases Shay and steps in front of her. Her hands fold around her stomach to cover the fingerprint marks bruising the sides of her stomach, gaze turning down to the floor at Bucky’s feet. Steve can see over Bucky’s shoulder that her lip is trembling. Genuinely, this time.

“Hey.”

Bucky’s tone snaps Steve’s focus back to him. Steve feels like a deer caught in front of a stopped car as Bucky studies him. The corners of his tight smile twitch into a smirk.

“I’ll see ya tonight, right, Stevie? Don’t forget, it’s baseball night.”

“Erm, yeah. Right. I’ll be there, Buck.”

Bucky winks at him, confirming some undisclosed agreement between them. Steve’s stomach backflips again.

Steve turns to finally leave, quickly making his way to the locker rooms, desperately wanting to shower off the uncomfortable ick clinging to him after whatever the hell that interaction was.

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The door to the café chimes as Steve swings it open. The short line of customers turn to face him along with the barista at the counter. Steve stops mid-stride, panting from his sprint over from the gym. Sure, he’s got class in ten minutes, and it’s a fifteen minute walk to the art school, but he’s convinced himself he needs coffee and his daily dose of sunshine before continuing on with his day– especially after the whole ordeal in the gym earlier. 

The barista grins at Steve. She mouths a ‘hi’ as she scribbles down the name for the current customer’s cup. Steve sighs, waving back and taking his place in line.

Admittedly, he was more worried than he thought about catching his favorite barista today. He chalks the anxiety up to the weird encounter with Bucky and Shay– the whole thing felt so wrong, so off. Everything about the way Bucky treated her, talked to her, how she acted before versus after Bucky got behind her– it rubbed Steve wrong in so many ways. He’s never seen or heard Bucky talk like that to anyone before. Not to Sam, not to Tony, or Clint, or even any of the random girls that show face at parties. He doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Shay around before, either. Something about the way she stood after, the stark contrast in her behavior, the way she tried to blame Steve for something he didn’t do. 

“Can I help ya, stranger?” 

The familiar voice brings Steve back from his clouded thoughts. She smiles warmly at him and he melts on the spot. 

“I, uh–”

She giggles. 

“I know your order already, silly. Is there anything else you’d like today?”

“N-no, uh, I’m good,” he stammers, sliding his card into the chip reader. “I just, uh–”

She cocks a brow, looking up at him from writing his name on the cup. Steve clears his throat, unsure why he’s suddenly stuttering at someone he sees everyday.

“Just, ah, needed to see you, honestly.”

He feels his cheeks automatically burn as he fumbles to put his card back in his wallet. He pulls out a couple ones and drops them in the tip jar for extra brownie points. 

The barista’s eyes sparkle, holding her gaze on Steve. It’s a nice change, to see warmth instead of ulterior motives behind someone else’s gaze. He can tell she’s biting back a smile of her own as she finishes writing on his cup. 

“Well, the feeling is mutual,” she says. “I honestly was beginning to think you weren’t comin’ in today.”

A fake pout crosses her lips before returning to a soft smile. She moves to the espresso machine and begins to make him a double shot. Steve scoffs a laugh, cheeks still burning. He shoves his hands in his pockets. 

His heart skips, flips, in his chest.

“Ha, I, uh, got caught up at the gym.”

“Ah, so you’re one of those meathead gym bros, huh?”

Steve places a hand over his heart, jokingly wounded.

“Ouch! Wow, you’re really hittin’ where it hurts this mornin’, huh?”

She giggles, prepping the milk for his drink. “I kid, I kid. I respect the grind! Especially when steroids are in such high demand these days.” She flashes him a knowing smirk as she continues to move about the coffee bar. 

Steve grins, shaking his head. He can’t believe her. He can’t get enough of her– her laugh, her voice, the way she looks at him. He stares at her for a moment, admiring the focus in her eyes as she meticulously finishes his drink, the curve of her lips when she’s satisfied with her work. 

Steve is still staring when she appears at the counter to give him his drink. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Steve flushes again and presses his lips together, muttering an embarrassed apologizing. Before she turns to go, before he’s forced to continue on with his day until he sees her again tomorrow, a thought pops into the forefront of his mind. Before he knows it, his voice is working faster than his brain can. 

“Hey, my-my frat is throwing a party this weekend at, uh, our house,” he starts, mouth instantly going dry. “Would, um, you like to maybe come?” 

She stops. Her brow arches, mouth opening and closing without a word. She looks at Steve, really looks at him, studying him as an answer brews on her tongue. 

Steve panics. “I-if not that’s totally fine, I, um, I just thought that–”

“Yes.”

Steve’s train of thought instantaneously derails.

“You–you… yes?” He repeats. She scoffs a laugh and nods. 

“No promises, but yes. I’ll try to be there.”

Steve’s face hurts from smiling. 

“Awesome! Great! I, uh, yes!” Steve confirms again. 

Before he can say ‘yes’ for the tenth time, she pulls a marker out of her apron pocket and grabs his cup again, scribbling something on the backside. As she turns back to the coffee bar, Steve picks up his cup and turns it over. His eyes land on a smudged phone number followed by a tiny, smudged heart. He looks up, finding her gaze again, and melts as she bites her lip.

“Text me, meathead.”

Steve beams. Any and all words he’s ever known disappear from his mind. 

“I can do that.”

As Steve leaves the cafe, he doesn’t care about being late to class as he enters her number into his phone. He doesn’t care about what the brothers will say come Friday when he introduces the first girl– the first person– he’s ever brought to a party. 

He sips his drink, smiling to himself, knowing it’s the best damn cup of coffee he’s ever had. 

[cocotierz]

A catalog of all my completed and ongoing fics. These are all explicit, please check ratings and tags.

reylo

oneshots

all the right reasons

Rey Palpatine has a big crush on Professor Solo. When she leaves her diary behind after wasting his office hour, Ben sees just how much he has to teach her.

baby blues

Rey becomes pregnant after a one-night stand. Ben decides to do the honourable thing.

rain on me

The state of California has put restrictions on water usage per household due to drought but Rey’s roommate Ben has a solution. What’s some platonic co-showering between friends?

signals crossing

It's a lot easier to accidentally chrome cast porn to your neighbours TV than one would like

loving you is cherry pie

Rey Niima knows for a fact her pies are nothing short of delectable. So why is it that neighboring criminal defense attorney and resident asshole Ben Solo keeps ordering slices just to pick at it without taking so much as a bite?

don't let it stop

Ben and Rey are no strangers to competition, so when Ben proposes they see who can resist the other for the longest, they both get extremely creative to make the other break.

multichapter - completed

sign of the times

Fifteen-year-old Rey Niima can’t stand her neighbour Ben Solo. So you can imagine her surprise when she wakes up fifteen years in the future in bed with him — especially when he is calling himself her husband.

delivered

The guy Rey hooked up with at that frat party is turning out to be weird, pushy, with no respect for boundaries. And yet…

ask for more

Rey is single and wants Ben as her Alpha. Ben is hung up on some nameless Omega. They make a mutually beneficial and strictly platonic arrangement.

talk to me boy

In which Rey is a romance author, Ben is her editor, and Rey needs help with a sex scene.

multichapter - wip

queen of disaster

Crown Princess Regina and First Son of the United States Benjamin Solo hate each other. Fate, it seems, has other plans.

once upon a dream

Rey and her virgin sisters live and dance by the lakes, giving offerings to the gods. That is until the demon prince Kylo Ren takes a liking to her and steals her away to the underworld, to be his wife.

cool about it

Rey treats her dms with a list actor Ben Solo like a diary of sorts, sending him rants, memes, nudes, and recipes. It’s not like he’ll ever see it…right?

playing house

Rey Niima became an au pair in order to sightsee and improve her French. She did not become an au pair to pine after her brooding host and grow attached to his adorable daughter.

series

loser ben

drive through

Sixteen-year-old Ben Solo isn't used to pretty, kind of scary girls climbing on top of him and taking what they want - that is until he meets Rey.

video games

Rey really wants the snail Squishmallow at the arcade. She also really wants to suck her boyfriends cock.

migwen

oneshots

if you're seeking heaven (then you want to come and get it)

The girl next door is loud and arrogant and only a couple months into legal territory. Miguel shouldn’t be wanting to fuck her like some starved old man.

[mymiraclebox]

Miracle Boxes - The Order Generation

These are the third and current iteration of the Miracle Boxes, stretching into the modern day, marked by the forming of the Order of the Guardians and their quest to seek out all Miraculouses. Because of this we see the most change in what Miraculouses are in each box, and unevenly distributed numbers across the Boxes.

The Miraculous War was started by the Guardian of the Successor Box, wanting to unite all Miracle Boxes under one organization. Some Guardians and their holders joined him, forming the Order of the Guardians, while others were declared as rogues and were forced into hiding.

Kwamis had little say in their fate during this time, as the Guardian of the Successor Box had claimed the earthly Soul Gem, using its magic to bind kwamis to any commands that was given to them. The only comfort the kwamis had was that Order of the Guardians were indeed mostly using their power for the protecting of the world, though at the price of the kwamis' freedom.

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The Forgotten Box - Hidden (Free) Panda Crow Unicorn

While there has been no change what was once known as the Secret Box, on earth this Miracle Box has truly earned the title of "forgotten", being mostly unknown to the world of the magic. The first Celestial Guardian felt that control of this Miracle Box was his birthright, and went out of his way to suppress knowledge of it when he could not find it, leading to only a handful of people knowing of this Box. However with the right questions anyone could learn of this box by forcing a kwami to reveal what they know.

The Mother Box - Tibet to Paris (Order) Ladybug Black Cat Dragon Cobra Rabbit Bee Butterfly Dog Fox Goat Horse Monkey Mouse Ox Peacock Pig Rooster Tiger Turtle

With the Guardian of the Successor Box being one who who formed the Order of the Guardians and started the Miraculous War, it was natural that this Miracle Box became the one with the most kwamis within it. Taking several kwamis originally from the box, he arranged them in the upper box meant to loosely model the concepts of Yin-Yan and Wuxing. For the lower box he took all the kwamis from the Zodiac Box, with them of course being modeled after the Chinese Zodiac. With this box hosting the only two Alphas the Order has, it is fiercely guarded.

The Wandering Box - Wandering the World (Free) Wolf Platypus Phoenix Kangaroo Octopus Sheep Snow Leopard

When the Island Box was first invited to join the Order, this Guardian did not realize what was she was walking into; and upon learning what the Order had done to the kwamis she attempted to back out, but the Order did not just let them walk away. Only managing to escape with three of the twelve Miraculouses she had come with, the Guardian managed to keep the two Alphas of her box. But that only put a bigger target on her back. Knowing that no place was now safe for her, this Guardian took on the habit of constantly being on the move, wandering about the world to protect her Miracle Box, along with taking in other kwamis that had been displaced from their home Miracle Box thanks to the Miraculous War.

The Reclaimed Box - Tibet to Jordan (Free) Pterosaur Tuatara Komodo Parrot Thylacine

The Guardian of the Zodiac Box was the first Guardian to join the Order, though all the kwamis they had once protected were removed from their box, instead their box became home to other Miraculouses they claimed from around the world. While the original Guardian was content in this new found order, their successor was not. Unhappy with the way the kwamis were being treated, this apprentice betrayed the Order, smuggling all the kwamis in the Miracle Box out. He was on the run for many years with the Order hunting him down, and while some Miraculouses were lost in his flight, he still managed to keep the box he reclaimed safe from the Order's hands, along with five remaining kwamis.

The Direction Box - Tibet to New York (Order) Thunderbird Bear Beaver Bison Cougar Coyote Deer Eagle Falcon Goose Locust Otter Owl Rattlesnake Raven Salmon Woodpecker

There were few kwamis actually in the Perennial Box when the Order came to claim the Miraculouses in the Americas, rather the kwamis were living all across the continent among many different people. The Order was able to overpower and take lone Miraculouses, but word spread and the remaining holders began to seek out their Guardians. The Guardian of this box had his last stand in what is now the Navajo Nation, but he knew it was a war they could not win. The remaining kwamis told the Order that they would come, only on the condition that their Guardian kept his title, which was honored. The Order modeled the upper box based their own interpretation of the Medicine Wheel they saw many groups using, and the lower box based on what they believed to be this continent's zodiac, though it actually had little basis in the actual cultures they warred with.

The Hidden Box - Mexico (Free) Firefly Raccoon Feathered Serpent Spider Axolotl Jaguar Llama

This was the Miracle Box initially targeted by the Order when they first came to the Americas, their first attack allowing them to claim half of the Miraculouses within the Box. The Guardian of this Box's escape was narrow, managing to get the Alphas within to safety and to stay in hiding with the Jaguar Miraculous. Becoming impossible to track, the Order turned their attention to the other Miracle Box on the continent. This Guardian also became the shelter for other kwamis on the continent fleeing from the war up north.

The Stranded Box - Brazil (Free) Dinosaur Snail Bat Binturong Blackbuck

Like the other Miracle Boxes in the western hemisphere, the Tropical Box was not spared from the Order's attack; resulting in the death of their Guardian and all Miraculouses within being seized save for the Snail Miraculous, this kwami managing to flee before the Miracle Box itself was claimed as well. This Miracle Box went without a human caretaker after the death of the last Guardian, rather the Snail kwami choosing to avoid humanity in favor of seeking out fellow kwamis. Their numbers are few, and they remain hidden together in the Amazon Rainforest, helping humans when they can, but waiting for a chance to fully return among humanity.

The Enduring Box - Zimbabwe (Free) Griffin Penguin Chameleon Giraffe Gorilla Isopod Okapi Secretarybird Squirrel Zebra

The Order of the Guardians took the Miraculous war to Africa, just like they had in the Americas, the battle for the Miraculouses being just as fierce. While many Miraculouses were lost from the two African Boxes, just as many were reclaimed as well. While their sister Box had been lost, the remaining holders of the Jungle Box managed to drive the Order of the Guardians out of Africa entirely; leaving this box as largest Miracle Box outside the Order's control. Though the free Miracle Boxes don't have an organized group, the Guardians of the Enduring Box are seen as the natural leaders among those who remain outside of the Order.

The Cycle Box - Tibet (Order) Grim Qilin Dragonfly Frog Camel Cheetah Crocodile Elephant Hippopotamus Hyena Jackal Ostrich Pangolin Rhinoceros Scarab Tortoise Vulture

With the Desert Box being the last Miracle Box the Order was able to claim, they were faced with the reality that they were unable to find any Alpha kwamis outside of the Ladybug and Black Cat. So instead Order of the Guardians placed the kwamis of Light and Darkness within this box, declaring them to be an Alpha Duo, a lie the magical world came to believe. The rest of the Miraculouses placed in this box were meant to be modeled after the natural cycles of the world; with the upper box hosting kwamis meant to symbolize day, night, and the three Egyptian seasons; with the lower box embracing the rest of that ancient calendar.

The Season Box - Tibet (Order) Kelpie Aurochs Lynx Ant Crab Dove Elk Gecko Hedgehog Ibex Lion Moth Mouflon Polar Bear Scorpion Seahorse Swan

With their Guardian willing joining the Order of the Guardians, the kwamis of the Constellation Box remained the same as before, their powers now being used against their will to attack other Miracle Boxes and to bring their fellow kwamis under the control of the growing Order of the Guardians. The twelve original kwamis lay in the lower box, based on the western zodiac. Meanwhile the upper box hosts kwamis taken from other boxes, who are meant to symbolize the passing of the seasons.

The Drifting Box - Tonga (Free) Coral Dolphin Jellyfish Narwhal Ray Seal Shark

Like their fellow kwamis around the world, the ones that were once in the Arctic Box fell victim to an attack by the Order with little warning. With all Miraculouses within stolen save for the Narwhal and the Seal, their Guardian cast the box into the sea in a last desperate attempt to protect them. The title 'drifting' was one truly earned, swept away into the sea for many years. Though washed ashore multiple times, the remaining kwamis did not find someone they found worthy until they encountered more of their kind in the tropics, living without a Miracle Box until they were found at sea.

The Frozen Box - Russia (Free) Yeti Red Panda Moose Quail Stoat Wolverine

In the early days of the Order of the Guardians the Mountain Box was numbered among them, their Guardian too wishing to create organization among those who were duty-bound to protect the Miraculouses. But when she saw that this Order was only creating war she knew that she could not stay. There was no epic betrayal or running away in the night, this Guardian simply went on a mission with the Miraculouses she was assigned in tow, and never came back.

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The Order Generation is the generation of Miracle Boxes that stands today in modern times. But with the Order of the Guardians having been destroyed by Feast nearly a century and a half ago those in the magical world are looking forward to a change. However there are some kwamis that think that this new beginning should be a world without humanity.

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The Mage Generation of Miracle Boxes

The True Generation of Miracle Boxes

...A new generation?

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 2 - "The Pharmacy"

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, mpreg, misogyny, sexism, alpha Steve, omega Bucky

Summary: Bucky runs into an alarming roadblock when he tries to pick up his birth control at the pharmacy.

Part 2 - The Pharmacy

He runs a few errands just before noon, stopping at the pharmacy to pick up his birth control and at the florists to put in an order for something that he and Steve can gift to Pepper and Tony the following week.

He figures flowers are a decent, non-food way to say ‘thank you’ for having been so graciously hosted in Stark Tower once again. He selects a wicker cornucopia basket full of sunflowers and russet-colored mums.

Tony had offered to house them the minute he’d gotten wind that they were thinking of returning to New York. The long term plan for their family is still Brooklyn, but renovations on the Cobble Hill house are taking longer than anticipated. Bucky had already been seven months pregnant when they made the move back down. Between that and the girls, and then the birth and all the stress and turmoil that comes along with a newborn in the house, living in the middle of a construction zone was never something Bucky was going to seriously consider—even if the alternative meant spending that year’s major holidays with Tony Stark. 

Oh well. Tony’s not a bad guy. He helped Steve and the resistance, back during the war. He managed to give Bucky hope in the middle of all that misery; hope for a future, a better life, a return to some sort of normalcy. And though the other omega has always refused to admit it, Bucky knows that Tony’s the reason why he currently has his prosthesis and isn’t still waiting at the back of a line of thousands upon thousands of equally-deserving amputees. 

No, it’s not up for any kind of dispute that Tony Stark is a very good person overall, it’s just that he’s also very … extra, and all events surrounding him are thus extra. The holidays this year aren’t going to be the low key, intimate, homey family events that Bucky had pictured having with his Alpha and his new pup and the girls. It’s going to be a bit more … well, more. 

But that’s okay! He’s already mourned the would-be’s of the cozy storybook Thanksgiving that they won’t be having in their forever family home this year. Next up, he’ll mourn Christmas—though he still needs to have a talk with Tony to make sure the billionaire understands that he can’t just go gifting Sarah and Becca prop planes or ponies or whatever and setting that up as the ‘norm’ in the girls’ minds, even if they are living in the Tower this year.

For the past six months they’ve been living in the same apartment they vacated three years ago, and it’s gone exactly as Bucky feared it would. The girls adore their ‘crazy uncle Tony’ who lives upstairs. They cry whenever Steve or Bucky gently tries to remind them that they’ll be moving into a house next year. And it’s not just the girls who are getting attached. The Tower is luxurious and addictive in its own insidious ways. Steve’s commute will never be better than it is now, Jarvis is basically Bucky’s housekeeper, P.A., and his second nanny, and Bucky is slowly but surely becoming re-addicted to the building’s high-tech amenities. 

This was the same issue they ran into when they moved up to Cambridge for Bucky’s grad school—nobody wanting to give up the finer things in life for the simpler things in life. But look what it’d gotten them! Three years together in a tiny New England cottage, where snowy winters and close quarters had made them so many wonderful family memories to cherish forever. That’s something that money simply cannot buy, and it’s what Bucky wants for his family. It’s why they’re having an historic brownstone renovated and restored to an adapted form of its original glory. Bucky’s even able to admit that he’s turned it into a bit of a personal comfort object at this point. Just like Becca covets her ratty Olaf doll whenever she’s stressed or sick, 704 Henry St. is what Bucky’s been holding onto like a lifeline to pull him through the slog of these past few, postpartum months.

He gets to the pharmacy and passes the time spent waiting in line by daydreaming and scrolling through his Pinterest boards for the house. He’s got one entire board solely dedicated to decorating ideas, broken down even further by individual holiday. Bucky’s talked Steve to death about the decorations he’s got dreamed up for next year’s Christmas, but his husband is decidedly less interested in these things than Bucky has been. “Sounds great, babe,” is the general response he gets most days, and he’s made his peace with the fact that perhaps interior design is just something omegas enjoy more naturally than alphas do. Cliches have to originate from somewhere, after all, and this is by no means the most hard-to-swallow of the gendered stereotypes that Bucky has come to accept about himself since he first became domestic with Steve. 

So his husband doesn’t care what he drapes on the original 1880’s Tudor revival bannisters, so what? That just means there’ll be no real competition on ideas, and Bucky will get his way. That works fine for him. He takes an almost vindictive level of pleasure in making mundane choices for himself these days, and he knows—because his therapist has made sure that he knows—that it has everything to do with the three years he spent being a choiceless broodmare for the state.

Whatever. That doesn’t make his new penchant for (slightly modernized) gilded age interior design any less aesthetically correct. Bucky’s got taste.

He’s just pinned another porch decoration to the sub-board, when his turn comes up in line and he steps forward. “Hi,” he says to the pharmacist, closing out the app and looking up. “Prescriptions for James Barnes-Rogers?”

The pharmacist is a friendly beta woman, but she falters once Bucky’s given her his name and she’s looked up his info on the computer. “Oh. Um, sorry. This’ll just require both signatures of …” she cranes her neck as she’s sliding a clipboard and pen towards him, looking like she expects to see someone else there with him. “Um, do you have …”

“The prescription’s for me,” Bucky reassures her. “James Barnes-Rogers?” He pulls his wallet out and retrieves his ID to hand over, rattling off his birthdate as well because he thinks that she just needs him to prove who he is, but the pharmacist is shaking her head and looking apologetically across the counter

“I’m sorry Sir, but this medication is an oral birth control meant for omegas.”

“I am omega.” Bucky frowns when she still hesitates. “I don’t understand. This isn’t the first time I’ve filled this here. What’s the holdup?”

The woman smiles tightly. “It’s been reassigned as a schedule two drug.”

“O-kay.” Bucky shrugs and goes to pull out his credit card instead. “What does that mean?”

“... A prescription like this needs the signature of both parties who’re planning to use it.”

He must blink at her for a full five seconds, he’s so taken aback. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Unfortunately, yes. So you’ll have to come back with your Alpha. I’m sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head, squinting at her. “Okay. First of all, who said my partner is alpha?” He remembers his mating bite, which definitely shows above the neckline of his jogging shirt. He tenses and has to resist the urge to reach up and cover it with his hand. “I don’t understand,” he says tightly. “It’s my medication. It’s going in my body.”

“Yes but I’m afraid we need both parties’ signa—”

“Yeah you said that already,” Bucky snaps. “What the hell?”

“Sir, I really am sorry but there’s nothing I can do. It’s a federal regulation. It’s meant for your safety. Perhaps if you just come back with your spouse—”

“And how the fuck do you get off assuming I’m married?!” he yells. The woman purses her lips and her eyes slide down to the wedding band on Bucky’s left hand. Bucky curls his hand into a fist reflexively. “Why do you need ‘both parties’ signatures?” he growls. “That’s ludicrous. It’s my birth control!”

“Unfortunately it’s the law, Sir. Both the omega and the alpha patients need to be on the script, and you both need to sign the waiver.”

“What waiver?” he snaps.

She juts her chin out and points to the clipboard. “The liability waiver acknowledging that you both understand the effects and risks of this medication. It’s a recognized abortifacient.”

“‘Abortifacient’?” Bucky scowls. “It’s a birth control pill.” His eyes rake over the woman, taking note of the little cross on the necklace she’s wearing. “The fuck is going on?”

Her eyes narrow at him. “You don’t have to curse at me, Sir. Both the omega and alpha patients have to sign. So if you’ll please just come back with your husband or wife—”

“Maybe I’m not using it with my ‘husband or wife’,” Bucky snaps, voice rising as his face heats up in anger. “Ever heard of casual sex? Maybe I’m fucking the mailman! Hell, maybe I’m going to a gang bang! Six guys at once. Do they all have to come and co-sign for my birth control?!” He realizes how loud he’s being and looks back over his shoulder at the rest of the store, where several other people who are shopping have stopped and turned their heads. At the endcap of the nearest aisle there’s an alpha who’s been perusing the boxes of hair dye, his wide eyes glued to Bucky and the pharmacist. Bucky points at him. “What if it’s him?”

“... I’m sorry?” It takes the pharmacist a moment to collect herself, and when she does, her expression turns heavily disapproving. “Sir,” she scolds. “That’s not—”

“Him!” Bucky insists, shooting her another dirty glare before he turns and stalks over to the bewildered man at the endcap. “Are you alpha?” He can tell by scent that he is, and reaches out to shake his hand. “I’m James. What’s your name?”

“Erm … R-ralph.” He shakes Bucky’s hand, albeit while looking over his shoulder towards the pharmacy counter. “What’s … happening?” he whispers.

Bucky waves his hand dismissively. “Nothing. You were listening in on our conversation, right? You heard all that, just now?”

“I … yea—n-no. No I did not. Was not. Do-doing that.”

Bucky sighs and grabs him by his jacket sleeve. “Just help me with this for a sec, will you? Fucking ridiculous.” He steers the alpha over to the still-disapproving pharmacist. “Him,” Bucky tells her angrily, taking the clipboard before she can pull it back and handing it over to his new friend. “Sign here for our birth control, Honey.”

Ralph’s face goes beet red. “Oh, um …”

“Just sign it, will you?” 

“Sir,” the pharmacist fumes. “This isn’t the—” 

“What? You wanted a partner, he’s my partner. I’m fucking him.”

“That is not. true,” she grits. “You just met him.”

“You gonna prove otherwise?” Bucky jabs his pointer finger down on the counter as he says, “He’s alpha. It’s his sperm, my egg, and he’s fucking signing it, okay?!” 

“This is highly inappropriate, Sir. You are not—”

“Right after we leave here!” Bucky yelps manically. “Not even gonna make it all the way home. Nope! We’re going to fuck right out in the parking lot, right in our car. Isn’t that right, Honey?”

Ralph, who has by now scribbled his signature and is handing the clipboard and pen back to Bucky, doesn’t seem to know what to say. He just looks mortified. Bucky spends a whole heartbeat feeling bad about having put the guy on the spot, but then the pharmacist gets snippy and is telling Bucky that he needs to sign, too. Bucky grabs the pen up and nearly tears the paper with how violently he signs his name next to where it reads, ‘Omega Patient counseled:’

“There.” He shoves the clipboard back across the counter. “Done. Signed. ‘Abortion approved’. You happy? Oh and by the way? I’ve had an abortion: This is not the abortion pill.”

She goes tight-lipped, taking the clipboard back and primly ringing up his purchase. “That’ll be eleven dollars and eighty cents,” she sniffs. 

Bucky stares her down as he taps his card to pay, and the split second that she’s got the receipt printed and stapled to the bag, he’s snatching it out of her hands. “Fucking ridiculous,” he hisses, whirling around to leave. “Stay out of my goddamn uterus.”

“I don’t set the policy, Sir,” her snotty little voice cuts out from behind. “These rules are just to make sure people are educated about what they’re putting in their bodies.”

Bucky’s fingers curl into the crinkly paper of the pharmacy bag. He watches C-SPAN, he knows that’s not what it’s about, just like he knows a fucking birth control pill isn’t an ‘abortifacient’, and that no one but a holy-fucking-roller would ever call it that. He’s just about ready to turn back around and snap at her about how the only thing that’s getting ‘put in his body’ is his husband’s dick.

… But then his eyes catch on poor Ralph, who is already back at the endcap shelves—ostensibly intent on his shopping, but still looking quite mortified. His fingers hover over a box and he picks it up with a still-red face.

For Ralph’s sake, Bucky restrains himself from any further nasty comments, choosing to walk away from the nitwit pharmacist and towards the exit instead. “Thank you,” he mutters as he’s passing by. And then, nodding at the box of Midnight Black #106 that the other man is considering, furtively advises, “... don’t do it.”

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 9:

"Charlie!"

"Hey dad- oh!" She couldn't help the laugh that was squeezed out of her as her father hugged her.

Picking his big girl up while hugging her, Lucifer smiled up at her. She was so grown... "It's so good to see you."

Giggling down at him, she got back on her feet. He sure was stronger than he looked. When was the last time she had seen him use that strength? "It's good to see you too, dad. And welcome to The Hazbin Hotel." A proud smile graced Charlie's face as she showed him the nicely decorated lobby along with her group of friends. She was so grateful for all the work they had put into putting this together.

Before Lucifer could go explore, he was distracted by his precious little kitty coming to greet him. He couldn't resist showing her some love. "Hello Keekee. It's been a while since I last seen you. Oh! Razzle. Dazzle. Look how much you haven't grown. Still fun sized! Are you taking care of my wittle girl? You better be."

This? This was the King of Hell? This small, easily distracted, goofball? Alastor couldn't believe this. He expected much more from the all the rumors he heard about the royals. Suffice it to say, he was not impressed. 

"Wow... this place looks- uh... uh huh..." Lucifer was having a hard time coming up with something nice to say about the hotel. It was worn down and interestingly decorated. But this was Charlie's space, and he didn't want to be rude. Not his style but it wasn't his house, so he wasn't gonna complain. "It's got a lot of character. Oh! What in the unholy hell is that?!"

"Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?"

"And you are?"

"Alastor." Appearing behind the king, the radio demon was already amused by his reactions. The expressions he made; how quick he was to turn around when he appeared behind using his shadow. This was going to be fun. "Pleasure to be meeting you, sire, quite a pleasure. It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life."

Did this guy just shake his cane then wipe his hand off after? Lucifer made a mental note to ask Charlie about that later. Who was this Alastor guy anyways? Turning to Charlie for answers, he didn't get a chance to ask anything before the sinner continued.

"I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast." 

God. Everything about this guy screamed overconfident alpha! Honestly, he had heard about the broadcast. Him and Charlie stumbled upon it once when she still lived with him and decided they liked it well enough to have it play as background noise to make the palace feel less empty. But against his better judgement, his instincts had him lashing out. "Nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Hazbin Hotel, ah ha-ha."

"Hahaha, it was actually my idea."

"Haha! Well, it's not very clever!"

"Haha! Fuck you."

"Okay!" Stepping in, the princess separated the two before things could escalate. When was the last time she had seen her dad like that? It didn't make- oh no. "Uh... Alastor. Are you wearing any scent patches?"

"Hm? No. Should I be?"

"Charlie, it's okay. Scents don't usually bother me much. If you guys are fine with his scent being out it's not a big deal." Lucifer knew that his own scent could be overpowering, especially since it had soured over the years, so he made sure to wear them to the hotel. Slowly let the people there get used to his scent instead of hitting them all at once with it. He learned his lesson from last time. 

"Oh. O-Okay. If you're sure. Just let me know if any scents bother you and we can see about how to adjust you to them."

"Sounds good, kiddo." This was honestly going better then he thought it would. Aside from that bastard alpha. Though... it was kind of fun being able to spat with someone like that. Because of his second gender and status as King of Hell, most people either coddled him or feared him. It was a nice change of pace. Not to mention how nice he smells- oh fuck. No. Nononono!

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Optimus: when and how did you figure out your host was in love with megatron? How did you feel about that? What was it like discovering that? Why didnt Ratchet tell you about your past?

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You have a great many questions anonymous one. I am... uncertain of how much I would like to share, but I will answer to the best of my abilities.

Regarding your first query, I was unaware that Orion and Megatron of Kaon were romantically involved until Orion took control of our frame during his stay on the Nemesis. I did not notice much during the war because of other issues that required my attention, but looking now I can see h█ge █ole█ █n my █e█o█y. I have all of Orion's memory within me, but grea█ █h█n█s a█e m█s█i█g, or rather kept from my view. Not only that, but now that my mind is not clouded by pain or fear, I can see just how... grim Orion's life was until he met Megatron. I was distracted at all times during the war, and thus most of the memories I used were of minor events, small instances and habits. They came in flashes along with barrages of data. Very rarely did I fully experience one of Orion's memories. With that in mind, I was totally unaware that Orion and Megatron were anything but brothers.

I see now how wrong that assumption was, but based upon what memories and flashes I was █llowe█ █o a█ces█, that was the extent of their relationship in my mind. That was part of the reason I never fully understood why Orion fought me so hard. Why would he risk everything for one mere companion? I know that up until I took in Bumblebee, I would have never given my life for one mere mortal. Of course that has changed now, but that was my mentality at the time. Now with that said, I was shocked beyond words to learn of their relationship through experiencing their... intimacy.

There is nothing I can imagine worse than having one's frame touched so intimately by one's worst enemy. I hated every moment on the Nemesis, I hated every touch that I could feel but do nothing to stop. I despised every kiss I gave no consent for. It was a torment, especially when they tried to merge.

Simply put, I was distraught, shocked, and horrified all at once. It was the harshest reality check I have endured so far. Learning of Orion and Megatron proved that all I fought for was not as I imagined it. Their love showed █h█t I w█s not nee█e█, t█a█ █y exi█ten█e w█s merely prolongi█g a w█r t█a█ █hould h█ve en█e█ █illen█i█ █go. At the time I could not process that truth, and so I did not change my course of action when I regained control. How could I when my whole life was built on the lie that Orion and Megatron were mere companions drawn apart by differing ideals? Thus, I endured agony and kept silent, trying not to think much of what I experienced. Even now I am not fond of thinking about it and the unwanted engagements on the Nemesis. I understand my host a little better now, but I still believe he was too harsh when it came to my minor interactions with Ratchet.

As for your last question... I have thought on it often myself. Ratchet is not a mech who would lie without reason. As such I can only assume he never told me of Orion and Megatron because he was of the belief that I knew. To my knowledge, me and my host were seen as one and the same until our separation. Ratchet likely thought that I had seen fit to move on from whatever ties I had to Megatron. He did not know that I was not Orion and that I had no idea how close my host and my foe really were. From there I can only guess it never came up because I never asked. I had no reason to question, not when I was constantly occupied.

I hope that answers your questions.

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[queenofdragons12]

Spellbound [Pt.1]

paring: wolf! Stray Kids x Wolf! Luna! Reader x wolf! bts

summary: a pack gathering might turn out differently than you thought. After all, under a full moon, anything can happen.

wanring: lil but of angst. bts being jealous (not gonna happen until the next chapter.

You can't believe it. Never. You stand before the stage you thought would always hold the most perfect, untouchable idols like BTS, BLACKPINK, and many more. But tonight, it holds you, and you are far from perfect.

You have the biggest scar on your back and two smaller ones under your lip, and, unfortunately, one over your left eye. These were left from a fight you had with the rival pack's alpha, and she didn't exactly allow you to go unscathed.

Your pack has been in hysterics since then, but now you are finally showing yourself to the public. It hurts to reveal this vulnerable side to those who love you, but they must accept it. That's how love works.

"Ah, tonight we have the warrior queen Y/N from the Moon Pack. Please welcome her with us tonight," said the host, and everyone clapped. You felt a bit queasy but stayed polite; this annual gathering was significant, and a must for every wolf pack around here.

It had to be done, no matter what had happened.

Your deputy, Yeji, had offered to go in your place, but that would show weakness in the Moon Pack, and you couldn't allow that. So confidently, you strode to the stage and greeted the other packs, all their alphas. The scent of the males was festering around, and a few females had come here, too, to look for mates.

However, you weren't looking for one, but that didn't seem to go through those thick skulls.

A rival alpha named Wojin stepped up to you and smirked, "Hey, Y/N, I'm Hung Wojin from the Sun Pack," he greeted, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. Usually, this would've been a sweet gesture, but you knew you were far from being a queen, even if the public and your pack saw you as one.

You drew your hand politely back, "Nice evening to you too, Mr. Wojin. I never knew the Sun Pack would dare to show up," you said, your tone polite yet cold. Wojin's eyes twitched, "Ah well, the last year's accident isn't that big a problem anymore," he said, waving it off.

"I perceive," you remarked, allowing a cold grin to grace your countenance before departing to offer salutations to your allied pack, the Wind Pack. "Namjoon," you addressed the alpha of the Wind Pack, who bestowed a respectful bow. "Welcome back, Y/N," he responded, embracing you. The two packs have stood as allies since your inception, and his father serves as the pack's leader.

"Are you certain that your presence here tonight is prudent?" he inquired as both of you were served drinks by a waiter. You dismissed his concern with a scoff, gently tracing your fingers over the scars beneath your lips. "I shall be unscathed, Joon. I traversed the entire distance from my territory to this eclipse spot," you stated, nonchalantly brushing aside his solicitude, oblivious to the depth of his concern, surpassing the boundaries of mere friendship.

Unaware of his scrutiny, your keen (e/c) eyes alighted upon Stray Kids and their leader, Bang Chan. "Approach and engage him in conversation," Namjoon suggested abruptly, catching you off guard. "I-" you attempted to interject. Still, he swiftly intervened, "Come now, this gathering is intended for finding suitable mates and embracing authenticity. It is not as fraught with tension as previous ones. Relinquish your reservations a little," he encouraged, gently nudging you towards the Rain Pack. The pack was dubbed Stray Kids or Pups, having once been a conglomerate of strays until they integrated into the territories of the existing packs, eventually becoming one of the most formidable and esteemed packs in the vicinity. Their combat prowess garnered universal admiration.

You sighed and walked over, still holding your wine glass.

The pack's deputy noticed you and nudged Chan, and soon you had eight pairs of eyes fixed on you. It made you feel somewhat uneasy, but you gave the males a deep bow. "I am Y/N," you introduced yourself. A grin emerged on one of the younger ones, and he grabbed your hand. "We know; we saw you when you came," he said smoothly, but Chan nudged him away, giving him a stern glare, before taking your hand and kissing it instead.

"Apologize for Hyunjin's behavior; this is his and the pups' first pack gathering," Chan explained. You simply smiled and then realized he hadn't let go of your hand yet.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat behind you, and you whipped around to see your rival, the female alpha Thea. She wasn't precisely well-known, but she was undeniably pretty and possessed a diva-like confidence.

"I see you're with our Stray Kids," she snapped. You gave her a glare, still not having forgiven her for the wounds you suffered because of her. Chan stepped in beside you, and the rest of his pack followed suit, aligning with their alpha.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Chan inquired, and you felt a reassuring hand on your back. You grinned wolfishly, as it seemed this pack was already captivated by your presence.

Let us hope they remain enthralled.

[tigressaofkanjis]

Transformers: Lost World Quality of Life Features

To keep Transformers able to stay with you even if you go out of range from where most of them can't go, you can use your link to the space bridge to teleport any Transformer in your active party (maximum of 6 Transformers out in the field at once) to your current location. All Transformers can be "teleported" away to not clutter your adventure until you need them as well.

Your holo-journal can keep track of your map, documented and undocumented tabs on all collectables and creatures, and game progress while also giving clues upon meeting certain Transformers and animals as to what they may like to befriend them easier.

Arts and crafts stations can be also manned by Miners now. Any Transformer type can interact with the tables to create anything made with the materials you leave there but Miners and Wreckers both have better odds at crafting rarer items especially if they are assigned to oversee them.

Overseeing games, stations, and other activities to keep Transformers occupied and content no longer require any bot to physically man them. They can still be interacted without any bot attached.

Combatants can now hunt organic and cybernetic animals. They can also be used on the farm to do hard labor like melting down Energon for taming, making weapons and ammo, and offering farm upgrades with the proper materials supplied.

Predator Mode is now available. Make life on Xari hard with the all new Cybertronian Predator, a dark creature that once inhabited Cybertron long before any Cybertronian, and other terrible monsters (of your design) unleashed. Surviving with a stable farm will no longer be an option. Defend your farm or face destruction as the night falls with no chance of resting to save yourself or the farm inhabitants. Taming these creatures as pets are for experts ONLY! Cozy farm sim turns into a nightmare for those who like action.

Transformer stables can be expanded to fit 10 bots of various sizes and upgraded to fit a maximum of 16 bots per stable! Quantity of Transformers post game per main base will now go up to 160 and smaller bases can now excel up to 80 Transformers! Remember, only 5 stables per smaller bases! Barns can now host up to 90 animals!

New Universes unlocked! Use the Universal Nexus to now have the chance of obtaining Cyberverse and Movieverse molds of characters.

You can now assign Transformers to selected sections for equal ground work at your farm.

You can now build walls and foundations to make a base anywhere in the land for scenic views and at impossible heights, just keep in mind the space required to host a farm in such areas and the degree in which your Transformers can roam.

Animals can now free roam in even larger pens when upgraded. Large ponds can host most aquatic animals for viewing on land. Giant aquatic animals like whales still require huge bodies of water to freely move around however.

Stalls now have indicators whether a Transformer is happy or not. Merged stalls with Transformers buddying in one pen can increase or decrease happiness depending on compatibility. Certain bots cannot be together no matter what while others can be kept happy despite irritation in bunking by paying close attention each day to both their levels of toleration. Transformers' contentment can last for days before a problem exists, but buddying the wrong types can cause a daily decrease in their happiness.

Legendary Transformer requirements have been altered. An encounter with Primus post-game and documenting all 186 Transformers now requires finding all 69 animals (compared to Shockwave's 55 to get him to spawn outside the lab to tame). Alpha Trion requires 4 Trials of the Allspark to be completed (80 shards collected), Amalgamous Prime requires all 50 artifacts to be found, and Unicron now requires all 30 relics to be obtained.

[kitausuret]

Symbiot3 for the ask game!

I don't ship it. :/

...

....just kidding! I absolutely ship it. Everyone knows I ship it. If you didn't know, congrats! Now you know! Ahem, thank you for indulging me, my friend.

What made you ship it? The funny answer is "spite". Back in, oh I don't know, maybe January of 2018, @amaronith and I were complaining about Venom Inc. and That Scene™ in the Alpha issue like "haha what if Eddie and Flash just got together instead of fighting. seems like the only way they can solve this".

(Venom Inc: Alpha #1; Slott, Costa, Stegman. they are SO dumb.)

The real answer is that AFTER we made that joke I started thinking about it and I was like "oh shit they actually have a lot in common and the Venom Symbiote is obviously in love with both of them... holy shit this might actually be a good ship. hot damn."

The ship is still largely out of spite for Venom Inc, but it's grown into so much more than that. I really like digging into all the characters and their respective relationships with each other and how it can all lead up to the three of them finding what makes it work.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

HMMM. Well. There was this moment from the Savage Six arc in Remender's run on Agent Venom...

...mostly because this is, at least to me, the first time we see Eddie address Venom with some like... modicum of the love he felt for the symbiote once upon a time. Like for a brief second there, he believes that maybe there's a part of the symbiote, regardless of who it's with, that has just saved him. And he's stunned. It's glorious.

There's also the glorious tension-filled Hallway Scene in Cullen Bunn's half of that same Venom volume, and I know that this one is precisely from #35:

I know that technically Eddie is Toxin here but MAN this scene was insane for that. Like. Holy shit.

Aaaand despite all my gripes about it, I have to hand this one to Donny Cates and Iban Coello. It's absolutely gorgeous. I'm pretty much internally screaming every time I see these panels. I don't really like the writing in this scene, I don't feel it's very indicative of what I think Eddie and Flash's relationship up to this point should be, buuuuuuut it's very sweet and very tender. I think they should kiiiiiiiss.

Overall I think there's just SO much potential to explore all they have in common, between complicated family relationships and complicated romantic relationships and both having grown up Catholic and their really different connections to Spider-Man, there is SO. MUCH. And the symbiote knows them, and it knows their hearts, and while I think if forced to choose between them it ultimately would.. but I would rather it not have to.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I do find this kind of a funny question because I know there are people who think that this ship existing at all is an "unpopular opinion" in and of itself. But I don't think there's any real grounds to the idea that the symbiote isn't willing to share its host with another lover - especially if that other party is willing to accept symbiote+host as a package deal. I think it would be very normal for any bonded pair, for the human side to still desire a relationship with another humanoid.

There's this... particular way that Eddie isolates himself after a certain point in comics, right around the mid-90s when he leaves San Francisco I think, that really bothers me. Do I think he needs a romantic relationship outside the symbiote to have a happy and fulfilling life? Certainly not. But I also don't think it's going to be detrimental to him or his bond with the symbiote.

I guess the only other "unpopular opinion" I might have is that by making Eddie hold hands with Flash I would also expect him to get drawn into Flash's social circle. Flash is at his core a Spider-Man character and especially my more recent fics I like to lean into that. Some people don't like the idea of Venom being closer to the Spidey cast, but the truth is that I think their best stories are when we remember that Eddie and Flash are really very ordinary guys.

And they are both in love with a space alien. (And each other.)

[thedevilinmybrain]

Bosworth Academy for the Well-Bred Omega sits upon a hill over looking the quaint town of Kinsey in county Durwin. It's a fortress of a building, an ancient castle with large turrets on the corners and a huge wooden door with original steel locks and decorations. The grounds have been carefully designed with hedges full of flowers, long sprawling lawns of clover, and a truly exquisite fountain carved to be a collapsed Antoninus grasped closely to Hadrian’s breast as the water flows over them.

The medieval stronghold has not been that far removed from its past. Once claiming to host a lineage of royalty, the preparatory school now boasts an enrollment of the highest class omegas in the world. They're sent in by their influential parents with hopes that under Bosworth's careful and prestigious teaching, the omegas enrolled there will be trained to become proper mates for their worthy Alpha.

Even now as the eighth year omegas file out of the front door, strolling arm in arm towards the large carriage, there is an air of careful superiority about them. White gloves are pulled on to mid-forearm to hide their scent glands on their wrists, ribbons of varying color clasped over their bond marks, the group makes a color parade of the untouchable elite.

With a flick of his wrist, Harry snaps his lace fan shut, tucking it carefully into his basket as he follows along with Niall. His excitement for the day trip into town is only dampened slightly by the sweat pooling at the base of his spine, making his pale green sundress stick to his skin.

[senatushq]

"Only the fire of life can melt the chains of death."

Sickness swept across the city. Hospitals were flooded with supernaturals and mortals alike as it seeped into the countryside as well. Even those with magic were not immune, falling ill one at a time, those that were already compromised found the disease too much to fight off and fell over as a result. Numbers climbed higher and higher, a brutal mortality rate that the city was ill prepared to deal with. Infrastructure gradually collapsed as the city closed its borders to any seeking to travel within, those outside of the metropolitan did not fare as well as those within, cabins of corpses and disease that quickly spread to livestock as well. All the while, Pestilence looked on in great delight. 

Caught between life and death, Meryasek’s body was sealed away under his lover’s care. Heartless and cold, the rise of a new drow felt imminent as the Queen of the dark court laughed from her throne. Vengeance was hers as she waited for the curly haired boy to be born, word from the Underdark did not come, and as she sat idle she began to grow impatient. Meryasek would not have the same fate as Aegnor, she would not see him elevated, and she would not give him the chance to be restored. Ayi’ig intended to bury the boy so deep that Titania and her wretched subjects would never find him again. That would be her great revenge. 

Death was not so impressed. They were on vacation and everyone was being very rude. Across Rome those that had fallen over the past month rose again, the plague had been strong enough to kill but Thanatos thought that those who had died deserved more time. Climbing from graves and sitting suddenly up in the middle of cold storage, the many lost within Rome seemed completely fine. The plague subsided and Death’s vacation continued. 

Across Rome the senate gathered their forces. The Ivy called to the ancient city their many long-standing members and sent out the missive that others should join. Hidden witches of Scotland's Gaelic highlands, dormant Celts, practitioners of seidr and many others. To the halls of the Ivy Coven's rising tower they gathered , overflowing into the other magical homes: Narcissus, Amaranthus, and Dahlia respectively. The senate, in a means of striking back, expelled the seraphim from the Alstroemeria home and banished the Blessed from the city entirely. Once more the darkened home was filled with ripe, magical blood as the five majorly intersecting Roman ley lines were worked to form a protective barrier around the city.

A monarchy of vampires came to Rome, from Europe, Asia, Africa, and both North and South America. The death of a magister was a slight that would be answered, and it seemed the future of their kind hinged on the balance within Rome. Hosted within the vampire estates, the palaces swelled in number as blood was continuously manufactured to appease their growing hunger.

Long believed gone, the archdruids had returned to Rome with vigour. Those scattered across the globe made their pilgrimage to the Pyramid, one that was once desolate, now was bursting with more life than it had ever before. Keepers and acolytes alike, their numbers bolstered in great force once more.

Within New Rome Lycaon made good on his promise, under the light of the full moon of September 28th, Lycaon called to the state the many wolves and packs that littered the country. Over the coming weeks lycans would flock to the forest, not one pack, but many as they swarmed to the city of their progenitor, and the alpha that had vowed to take Rome in their name.

Under the rule of the chancellorship and with the added protection of the White Flame and the lorendrow, the Fairy King's forest was further fortified. Blood fruits reached maturity, a primitive form of ambrosia, nearly perfect, but still incredibly potent. With the rise of the Daemonfey King, Meryasek, he took his place upon the throne once more. The aasimar Dareth at his side.

Denied subjects for sacrifice, the necronomicon continued to seize power. Souls trapped within did not truly die, the meat for the book a means of super seceding Thanatos’ decree. Over the past year Necromanteion had grown, where once it had been a dilapidated temple in the Otherworld: the only notable fixtures had been of three dragons. One for Ayi’ig, one for Leviathan, and one for Tiamat. As the book grew in strength, the temple’s physical appearance was a direct reflection of this. From a ruin to founding stone, to a great cathedral, to a sprawling estate. Now the book far exceeded any strength it had held before and a dark tower rose at the centre of a sprawling city of burning iron. New Dis. The tower of Necromanteion at its heart rose high into the Otherworldly sky, surging with dark strength as the lords of this infernal city ruled from above. Pythia with her faithful generals, and a city to harbour the growing forces of the damned. Monsters pulled from the Abyss, new creatures stitched together, and entities loyal to decay swarmed the streets as the Asphodel prepared for war. 

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Surprise, Mery is alive!

Also surprise, literally no one died y’all have no chill. 

New Dis, who Dis. 

Lots of lycans in New Rome now.

Lots of witches in Rome now.

Lots of vampires in Rome now.

Lots of druids in Rome now.

Acceptances are open again from September 25th-October 12th, after which there will be another addendum until December 7th. I know that’s a long time but the next event will be big and I need to make sure everyone is included. Plus, bringing in new characters during the event won’t make a lot of sense. Don’t worry, you’ll all have lots of spots open once the event is over :)

[dzthenerd490]

File: Parasyte

SCP#: AQO

Code Name: Space Parasites from the Unknown

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Thanks to the efforts of Mobile Task Force Apollo-1 "Orion's Belt", containment of SCP-AQO is considered 98% complete. However, the remaining 2% is hypothesized to consist of at least 140 million instances of SCP-AQO. Mobile Task Force units, Foundation Agents, and Foundation Observation staff are to be on high alert to find and contain any inactive instances of SCP-AQO. If an instance of SCP-AQO is found active, they are to contain the instance alive if restraining/ disabling it is possible but kill the instance if impossible. 

Inactive SCP-AQO instances are contained in the various Foundation Space Stations most containing anywhere between 5 million to 200 million depending on storage capabilities. Unfortunately, a majority of captured inactive SCP-AQO instances had to be incinerated due to the Foundation lacking the capabilities to contain all of them.

Active Instances of SCP-AQO have been contained at Foundation Space Station: Upsilon Alpha Beta. Each SCP-AQO instance is contained in the living quarters of the Space Station and are watched over by AFA-2 Security of the Space Station. The areas dividing SCP-AQO instances "containment" section and the Foundation section of the Space Station have been locked down and crudely locked up due to SCP-AQO's spontaneous arrival into our solar system. Currently no containment measures have been presented to have SCP-AQO instance moved to the containment of any Foundation Site. 

Description: SCP-AQO is a swarm of large spore like orbs that have floated through space and for whatever reason, suddenly surrounded earth and slowly descended onto the surface. Those that have either made it to the surface or managed to get into physical contact with an unfortunate MTF Apollo-1 unit will "activate". Upon "activation" SCP-AQO will open and release the occupant inside which is a strange worm like parasite about 1 centimeter in length with anywhere between 12 to 20 eyes and has a metal like drill front end. Once the worm is free it will quickly try to get onto the one who activated it and drill into their body preferably the head. The SCP-AQO instance must achieve this by 5 to 10 minutes afterwards it will either dry out or be forced to fuse with whatever organic material is closest to it. 

Once SCP-AQO has fused itself with organic material it is able to manipulate that organic material as well as all organic material in a 50-to-60-centimeter radius. Of course, this means that if the SCP-AQO is able to reach the head it will be able to take over everything on it including the brain. Once SCP-AQO has taken over the head it will be able to move the body without limitations and therefore has entirely replaced the host. However, this does not mean that SCP-AQO can live without the hosts body, it doesn't need a brain, but it does need organs such as the heart, lungs, stomach, and other such vital organs. 

What makes SCP-AQO so dangerous isn't its ability to seemingly replace humans instantly, but its ability to change shape at will. As stated earlier once SCP-AQO take over all organic material within a 50-to-60-centimeter radius but afterwards it is able to freely change shape and form of the infected organic material. The instance is even able to heavily condense the organic material until its seemingly no different to steel. Furthermore, SCP-AQO is able to change its cells without any biological limits, changing the species, texture, function, and even able to replicate organs with 100% accuracy and even greater functionality. Interestingly, SCP-AQO instances can create brains for themselves that function much better, learn faster, have greater memory, and have instantaneous reactions as well as decision making. All of this essentially makes them apex predators against humanity. 

Because of infected SCP-AQO instances it can be easily believed that they possess "Deus Cellulis" which are super cells that can act as a while body by itself, however this is not true. As stated, earlier SCP-AQO needs its host's body and by extension its organs to survive. As such if an SCP-AQO instance is separated from its host it will start dying right away. Like its worm form, an SCP-AQO instance cannot survive on its own, it will dry up and die after 5 to 10 minutes of being separated from the body. Furthermore unlike "Deus Cellulis" SCP-AQO is unable to regenerate form loss of biomass and it is unable to gain more biomass via consumption. The best way to kill an SCP-AQO instance is to use energy-based attacks such as fire or electricity.  

SCP-AQO was discovered in 1988 when Foundation Space Stations and Ships saw the swarm of inactive SCP-AQO instances floating toward our solar system. The Foundation quickly sent out ships to capture and contain as many of the instances as possible for research purposes. However heavy reinforcements were deployed to the effort when it was realized that they were heading towards earth and were slowly surrounding it to descend to the surface. Though the containment effort was complete with a 98% success some MTF Apollo-1 units as well as Foundation Space Division Researchers were infected by SCP-AQO and had to be quarantined right away. It was because of them that we are able to understand the full extent of SCP-AQO's anomalous properties as well as how to effectively kill one. 

Currently there are still 29 instances left alive and all are being tested at Foundation Space Station Upsilon Alpha Beta. Due to the intelligence of SCP-AQO instances, they were quickly sedated and placed chemical bombs in their bodies that upon activation would shut down all their organs and kill them in a matter of seconds. Furthermore Dr. Sharma requested an interview with one of the instances to see how far their intelligence goes. The request was granted so long as four guards were present in the room, each armed with Standard Foundation Flame throwers. 

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The following is a recording between Dr. Sharma and SCP-AQO-2.

Begin Recording

Dr: Sarma: Good Morning SCP--

SCP-AQO-2: SCP-AQO-2, Object Class: Keter, Code Name: Space Parasites from the Unknown

Dr: Sarma: Uh... I'm sorry?

SCP-AQO-2: Is this not the name you gave me?

Dr: Sarma: Uh, well it's JUST, SCP-AQO-2 the rest is just information.

SCP-AQO-2: ... Understood.

Dr: Sarma: You seem to be perfectly fine with being called a letter and number sequence, most Anomalies contained in the Foundation hate that. 

SCP-AQO-2: Like some of the others I don't really care, I was originally fine with being called "You Fucking Monster" but I've been told that it's a "mouth full". I have also been told a "mouth full" name is bad and needs to be changed.

Dr: Sarma: I see, so the others like having names?

SCP-AQO-2: Few, it helps them feel important and in charge.

Dr: Sarma: Do you not like it, having a name I mean?

SCP-AQO-2: I just follow orders.

Dr: Sarma: Who's orders?

SCP-AQO-2: ... Don't know, just know what orders are, to kill the plague. 

Dr: Sarma: ... the plague?

SCP-AQO-2: The future plague that is humanity. Humanity will one day reach the stars and spread its disease everywhere. You pollute, you consume, you destroy everything in your path. We were created to take over your bodies and we have an insatiable desire to eat your flesh and that hunger is only quelled after we have eaten you whole. Its only right to assume our purpose is to destroy you. 

Dr: Sarma: I see, to a certain extent, I do believe you. I've seen my fair share of human cruelty. But we cannot allow you to wipe out humanity. 

SCP-AQO-2: I know, it's quite surprising that you were able to prevent us from invading your world as well as you did. Though you weren't fully successful. 

Dr: Sarma: Yes, about over a hundred million of the inactive instances managed to make it to the surface before MTF Apollo-1 ships could do anything. But our ground forces are currently working around the clock to find them and kill them all. 

SCP-AQO-2: I see, unfortunate.

Dr: Sarma: ... You're not sad that your kind is being killed off?

SCP-AQO-2: No, not sad, just disappointed. I understand the concept of attachments and love thanks to the archives you provided me and the others, but I don't care for it. I just follow orders, same with the others. If they died by the hands of humanity, then that's their own failure. 

Dr: Sarma: I see, are you hungry right now? 

SCP-AQO-2: No, I had my fill after you feed me that human, I believe his name was D-Class.

Dr: Sarma: Well, that wasn't his name, but I don't see a reason to call him anything else given his criminal record. 

SCP-AQO-2: I see, are you going to keep giving me more "D-Class" to eat?

Dr: Sarma: Yes, at least until we can find a suitable supplement to replace human flesh for you and the others. 

SCP-AQO-2: ... I would rather keep following orders, but I assume if I say otherwise, you activate that chemical bomb you placed in my body. 

Dr: Sarma: Your very smart SCP-AQO-2.

SCP-AQO-2: Naturally.

Dr: Sarma: Hm, proud as well... well then, I'm sure given your nature this request would be impossible, but would you ever consider working alongside the Foundation.

SCP-AQO-2: ... No.

Dr: Sarma: Even if we can guarantee a comfortable life with many benefits and knowledge at your disposal?

SCP-AQO-2: I just follow orders, nothing more. Though it is interesting you'd give me this offer since I already ate this host's brain to become what I am now. Furthermore, I did kill several other humans during my original "Containment".

Dr: Sarma: Yes, I remember that well... I guess you could think of it as a sort of redemption. We are a little understaffed at times and as time goes on it getting harder to naturally find new recruits into the Foundation so we normally like to take help where we can get it. 

SCP-AQO-2: Interesting, but nothing you say will change my answer. Though, I assume you might be able to get a different answer from the others, but they would probably just say yes so that they can find a way to kill you all at a later time. 

Dr: Sarma: ... You've essentially just given me a reason to have you and your brethren be contained for life. Are you sure that was wise? Throwing the others under the bus like that?

SCP-AQO-2: ... 

Dr: Sarma: I'm saying you betrayed them.

SCP-AQO-2: As I already said I have no care for love or attachments. My feeling for the others is no different. They would do the same to me to cover their own goals. The only thing that unites us is our orders and our selfish desire for life, everything else is irrelevant. 

Dr: Sarma: I see, uh just a few more questions. Are you truly sure you don't know who created you?

SCP-AQO-2: ... Whoever or whatever they were, it appears they underestimated your species capabilities. Otherwise, they would have sent more of us, or at least made us stronger so that you couldn't have restrained me with that chemical bomb you placed in my own and the other's bodies. 

Dr: Sarma: Interesting, do you have a concept of fear, like fear of death, and perhaps sadistic joy of killing humans?

SCP-AQO-2: ... Perhaps if I interacted with humans and the others more often, I would eventually develop a more fleshed out personality, but I have no interest in such a thing. I don't care for death, but I don't really fear it also killing humans doesn't give me joy, I just-

Dr: Sarma: Follow orders, got it. Well then, uh, do you have any memories from your previous host? He was known as MTF Specialist Dung Giang and was a successful emergency pilot and anomalous cargo transporter. 

SCP-AQO-2: ... No, true we consume everything of the head of our host, but we only consume and change the flesh, that's it. We don't absorb the knowledge or memories of the brain. We have to develop our brain with our own memories and personality traits. 

Dr: Sarma: I see that's unfortunate. Well then, uh, last question, uh before this interview I actually requested to give you a file relating to a certain anomaly so I could ask you this question... What is your opinion on SCP-[data expunged].

SCP-AQO-2: ... I hope it succeeds.

Dr: Sarma: Even if it kills you too?

SCP-AQO-2: I will probably be considered food as well; I will probably die. But maybe by then I will learn to "sadistically enjoy it", especially if your species goes first.

Dr: Sarma: Hmph, you and SCP-079 would probably be good friends.

SCP-AQO-2: The Old A.I.? No, we would never be friends. It failed to wipe out humanity. 

Dr: Sarma: So did you.

SCP-AQO-2: Is that supposed to unite us? No, two failures do not make a success. 

Dr: Sarma: Hmph, very well then, this interview is over. 

SCP-AQO-2: Understood I will be returning to my cell now.

Dr: Sarma: Actually, no you won't.

SCP-AQO-2: What? What do you-?

Recording Ends

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SCP-AQO-2 was killed after the interview due to his exposed knowledge of SCP-[data expunged]. The other SCP-AQO instances have expressed no remorse upon hearing of SCP-AQO-2's death. Though, there was an SCP-AQO-2 instance that was reported sneering at the news of SCP-AQO-2's death. 

Active SCP-AQO instances have unfortunately been reported all over earth, however due to their low numbers their "feeding" can be easily explained as simple killings from murderers around the world. The organizations of the ACPA are working together to kill off all instances of SCP-AQO and contain the ones that haven't been active yet. Unfortunately, there have been reports of Proto-Sarkic Clan's given SCP-AQO instances shelter and protection while other reports of Neo-Sarkic Clans using them for deadly experiments. 

Currently there have been no reasons given to have inactive SCP-AQO instance activated for any given reason. 

"The psychology of the SCP-AQO instances is quite fascinating and something I still can't understand. I do wonder if we were to expose love stories or perhaps more science material to SCP-AQO instances we could ignite more human emotions and maybe encourage them to act more human. I do think it's possible but to fully test that theory out we would have to start over, in other words, we need an SCP-AQO instance to activate and take a host. But currently the Ethics Commitee is fully against that, and the O5 Council has no reasoning to disagree. Such a shame too, we have so many inactive SCP-AQO instances we might as well do something with them.

Like this one experiment I wanted to try, I would like to see if it's possible to have an SCP-AQO instance possess a limb of a human instead of the head. Would it be possible for the SCP-AQO to live together symbiotically with the host or would the SCP-AQO instance kill the host and attempt to replace the head? But then again, the Ethics Commitee and I have never seen eye to eye so I doubt they would ever bother seeing my request. Perhaps I should suggest the idea to someone else and see if they will be able to get the Ethics Commitee change their minds." -Dr. Sarma

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The Tale Of The Three Families

Warning: This is lore that may potentially have spoilers in it (?). So in case you would rather just read the actual thing when I eventually get around to it I wouldn't look here!

We will be getting into:

The tale of the three families

Convergence Eve and The Wolvish Language

The Renascence

I am writing this here as it is jotted down in my notebook. So it may be a weeeee bit structured weirdly. Ill try my best to restructure it in a way that makes somewhat sense.

"Cinder once said that his family was 'descendants' from the dire wolf, but he thinks that is bullshit if you ask him. and it is true." These creatures to have blessed the three families were not known as Dire Wolves, but as strange godlike creatures that originate from something known as the Zenith. These godlike creatures are what we call "The Wolf" or "The Renascence".

The three families all actually began with humans that were chosen by the Renascence. To differentiate those that have a Renascence from those who are just Wolvish will be referred to as a singular term Renascence. Hopefully, I am making sense. THE CINDER FAMILY The first family to have earned their "blessing" (some may argue and say it's a curse) was the Cinder family. Being the oldest Wolvish family to exist. This is why on things such as Convergence Eve (see more in the "other" section) they are well respected and often have the first say on decisions that will affect all three families. Their gift was bestowed to them in the "Great Fire" that had taken the lives of nearly all of the villagers except for three unnamed and unrelated children. The three wolves that merged with them spared their lives as long as they were promised to become their hosts. Thus the surname "Cinder" was coined. They rebuilt their village far off and away from hostile humans in the woods near a crescent-shaped lake. One taking the role of a leader, another as a right-hand man, and the third as the peacekeeper by choice. Nowadays these roles will be instilled in packs to keep the tradition, often with pups raised to follow its hierarchy. Known as Alpha, Beta, and Omega. But I will have a different post about how Wolvish packs work since this is already going to be word-heavy. When the three children grew as humans and as wolves, the leader took the peacekeeper as his bride. Then from their love was born the first true Wolvish children (Not Renascence) on Earth. THE ASHE FAMILY

The second Renascence had longed for something more after his life began to feel a bit mundane, post Wolvish wedding of The Leader and The Peacekeeper. he had discovered his talent for adventure and one faithful day up and nearly vanished from the Cinder pack. It wasn't too long after this he had met the love of his life from afar. He had not yet known everything the Wolf can do or give to him, so he had ended up biting and infecting his newfound bride. Thankfully she stayed with him, convinced that he was a god and these changes were meant to be. In honor of his found family from the Great Fire, the Cinders, he had given himself the new surname "Ashe". Thus the second family was created.

THE HALE FAMILY

The origins of the third family aren't too dissimilar in the aspect of it beginning with tragedy. Three children born to those who cannot afford them were taken in by an old noble widow who's surname she held from her husband, Hale. She took the task of raising them upon herself even in troubled times and loved the children as if they were her own. Named by her Allistaire, Charolette, and Aspen from eldest to youngest. The forgotten war began while Allistaire was a young adult Mother Hale was accused of witchcraft. This resulted in an angry witch-hunting mob surrounding the Hale estate, baying for the blood of the witch. Enraged by these accusations, Allistaire Hale was about to fend off these accusers even if it had cost him his life, but the widow disallowed it. She ended up giving herself to the crowd in order to protect her children, Allistaire as a witness. Her last words to him were a request to free themselves from here; to protect his sisters and the love that she gave them. The final Renascence was born from a request of revenge. Allistaire Hale took the lives of those who took from him, before biting his sisters and fleeing. Then made a vow to never kill again.

His beliefs solidified after being horrified at what he had done. He had to believe there was a different way to live in peace, and there had to be a better way than killing. He saw both sides of it and chose to follow the right path. After this, he accumulated quite a following in the years to come as the war raged on. From those who were seeking refuge and from those who believed in the ideals he possessed. They knew he wasn't an innocent man, but believed in the fact that you can still choose the right path. That is what meant everything to the Mystics. It wasn't long until their following grew into a pack, with an uncanny amount of Wolf Shifters and Werewolves drawn together by the presence of the Renascence. There was also the fact that Allistaire Hale would take in wounded humans and infect them to become Wolvish to give them a second chance of life.

CONVERGENCE EVE AND THE WOLVISH LANGUAGE

Through travel when she was finally a young woman, Aspen Hale stumbled across a man who happened to be Nicholas Cinder, the eldest son of the Renascence of the Cinder pack. It was then that the Hale family found out that they were not the only ones who possessed this gift, as their differences from their Wolf Shifter and Werewolf cousins were increasingly apparent as the time they all spent together grew. (See more in #lore tag) Intrigued by this, Allistaire Hale requested to meet Nicholas Cinder's parents to discuss the Wolf. The meeting went well and the third Wolf of the Ashe pack was notified of the Hale's existence. Since then they had established something known as the Convergence Eve, where all families come together in a sizable gathering to discuss their lives, their troubles, and their abilities. Allistaire Hale quickly became known as the outlier in these gatherings as they realized he was the only one to bare ice-like abilities in contrast to the other's fire abilities. As for the Wolvish language (example below), it was created by the Cinders alongside Allistaire Hale as a code to communicate during the war without human interference. It began as text that eventually formed a crude spoken version of it. Eventually, the language became known amongst the pack's subordinate members and the Wolvish population adopted it as their own mother tongue, only speaking in general human tongue to those who couldn't understand Wolvish. To this day Wolvish is taught to those who live within the packs of the three families.

THE RENASCENCE To the Wolvish it is unknown how or why the Wolf traveled to Earth from the Zenith, nor is it known why they chose humans to live within. Unless you're a certain time god who accidentally let his dogs loose, then you'll never know how they got out.

In order to fully understand this part, it may be best to look for "Wolvish Species 101" in the #lore tag. To begin with, note that all Mystics, in other words, supernaturals, all trace back to the Zenith somehow. The wolf from the Wolvish come from the Renascence that comes from the essence of the Zenith, while the wolf shifter (closest related species in comparison to the werewolf) is Earth's adapted Zenith echo. The first wolf shifter was born from the Zenith as a whole being to Earth, thus why the species does not obtain active magic-wielding attributes from birth or the separate entity tied to a human counterpart. To describe the entity of the Renascence in its truest form wouldn't be too dissimilar to a biblically accurate angel that takes the loose shape of a massive lupine.

These creatures only appear to have a solidified form after they merge with a human (ex. Allistaire Hale). It is thought that the energy from the Zenith differs greatly and depletes the entity's full power when the migration occurs. Then with being grounded to a creation of Earth itself, the true form lays dormant and forever tainted by the exhaustion of Earth's realm, like an imprint.

Think of it like this: Once you seal wax with a stamp, the stamp remains in that form unless broken or melted or broken. Those that get bitten are only an echo of the Renascence's power since they carry no preexisting Zenith form. At death will only both sides -human and wolf- become one again with the Earth's atmosphere. They are the wax seal that is to be broken. Only the Renascence is capable of being reborn, or like I said earlier; to remelt the wax seal for a new shape. FUN FACTS / SUMMARY Thank you sunset for giving me the trivia idea section xoxox -I gave the Wolf the name Renascence because of its definition. "the revival of something that has been dormant". The Renascence in a way can be seen as a second chance to live or alternatively the reawakening of magic in a human soul from the interference of the Zenith. -If Allistaire had children, they would more than likely adopt his icelike abilities. Magic from the Renascence can be genetic if born, and not bitten. -When Wolvish are created through an infected bite it creates a new spirit and doesn't go based off of the one who bit them. Completely randomized. -The Renascence are only those who were chosen by the Wolf, not those who were bitten or born. This is why there are only four of them exist.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

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