#If nef finds out youre here we’re all FUCKED!!!

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It’s Mordecai Part 10

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“Ok first of all that is not my name,” Muerto said “Second of all I’m not your prince and you can stop bowing. It’s weird.”

Silverfish sheepishly stood up, while Trilo pushed herself in front of her. Trilo held her picaxe in front of her, facing Muerto.

“If you’re here to hurt her, you’ll have to go through me first.”

Niossa stood next to Muerto “Whoa, whoa, whoa. It’s ok! We’re not here to hurt anyone!”

“Then what the fuck do y’all want with her?”

“Just to talk.” Niossa insisted “I promise. And we won’t tell anyone else about her. I’d hate to break up such a cute couple.”

Trilo blushed “How did- Right Goddess of Love.”

Muerto took a deep breath “Look I know this is unexpected. But I need Silverfish’s help.”

Silverfish’s antenna twitched “You need my help?”

“From my understanding you’re a demon who has broken free from, well you know. And you've learned to disguise yourself as a god. It’s something that we didn’t think was possible.”

Trilo still held her picaxe ready “And how did you get this information?”

“It’s a long story,” Niossa said “But rest assured no other gods but us two and you know about Silverfish. She isn’t in any danger. I swear on my life blood.”

“Prove it.”

Niossa took one of her arrows and nicked her palm. Droplets of blue blood spilled out.

“I swear on my life blood,” Niossa repeated. The blood glowed. “There. I’m bound by my promise.”

Trilo relaxed but didn’t put the picaxe down. “What about you?” She asked Muerto.

“Trust me, you don’t want to see my blood. It’s the same as hers,” Muerto glanced at Silverfish.

“That’s right,” Trilo put down the picaxe “You’re like Silver.”

“Yes! And that’s why we’re here to talk to her!” Niossa said. Her cut was already healed.

“Silver,” Trilo took the demon’s hand. “How do you feel about this?”

“I am… Curious. Let them speak.”

Muerto took a deep breath “Silverfish… or do you prefer Silver?”

“Friends call me Silver.”

“Ok, Silver I-”

“You are not a friend.”

“O-oh. Fair enough,” Muerto took another deep breath, feeling the all too familiar creeping pressure of anxiety begin to rise within him. “Silverfish then. I… I want you to teach me how to become a demon.”

The air was thick with silence.

“You what?” Trilo finally spoke.

“I… I need to learn to control my demon powers. I think Silverfish could help me.”

“Well, this is certainly unexpected,” Trilo said “Silver?”

“I do not understand how I am expected to help.”

“You can disguise yourself as a god. That’s unheard of. If you can do that and break away from… my father, then surely you can teach me the skills to control myself as a demon, right?”

Silverfish took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. She took a puff of it and exhaled the smoke “So. Have you ever tried to be a demon before?”

“Yes. I’ve partially transformed twice now and well…” Muerto shuddered “It hurt. It hurt so bad.”

“So you cannot just-” Silverfish dropped the cigarette and extinguished it with her foot. She took a deep breath and clapped her hands together. In an instant a silver colored bug with green eyes and yellow horns stood before Muerto “Transform?”

Muerto took a step back “N-no I can’t just… Do whatever it is you just did.”

“And the Demon King,” Silverfish circled Muerto, her tail with the Chaos symbol flicking “Does he speak to you?”

Muerto shook his head “Not as I am but… When I partially transformed I-I felt a pull. I could feel him trying to break in, trying to control me.”

Silverfish stood next to Trilo and transformed back into her godly disguise “Oh that should be easy to deal with. Do not worry.”

“I-it should?”

Silverfish held Trilo’s hand “As long as you find an anchor, you can banish him from your mind forever. The King feeds from negativity. He is weak to the positive forces of the world.”

“Oh that’s perfect!” Niossa said “He can just-”

“No. You will not do.”

“Wh- What?” Niossa stammered.

“You’re too obvious,” Trilo explained “Everyone knows you’re Muerto’s girlfriend, including Nef. If I remember correctly didn’t he-”

Niossa’s tail flicked “I don’t like to talk about it.”

“Understandable.” 

“In other words it’ll be too dangerous for Niossa to be my anchor.”

Silverfish nodded.

Muerto clicked his tongue “Great. I can’t think of anyone else I’d trust for that role. Besides maybe Sepulchral but he’s not here.”

“Now you owe me a snack,” Silverfish said “My information is not for free.”

Trilo grinned “That’s right. You can’t just march up to us, complete strangers and expect us to work for free!”

Muerto groaned “Of course it isn’t.”

“Hey, that's not fair!” Niossa protested.

“I think it is,” Trilo said “Your presence here is putting Silver in danger and me in possible trouble with Queen Ante. I think we deserve something in return.”

“But Muerto needs to learn this!”

“Then he is free to figure it out on his own, like I did.” Silverfish said.

“Hey now, I played a crucial part in this too!” Trilo said “You can’t take all of the credit!”

“True.”

Muerto rolled his eyes “Fine. What do you eat, Silverfish?”

“Knowledge.”

“Knowledge?”

“Just get her some outdated textbooks and you’re good,” Trilo said.

Niossa crossed her arms “And what do you want, Trilo?”

“Eh, just that you two keep Silver safe. If you’re going to come over here and bother her, you better make sure you do so discreetly. I don’t want any more attention from anyone else on her. I don’t want any surprise visits. We’re going to have to be careful. Especially now that Aitema is suspicious. So we have to make a plan of when it’s cool for you two to come over here.”

Niossa nodded “Fair enough.”

“So it’s official then?” Muerto asked “Silverfish, you’re going to help me? We’re really doing this? I’m going to learn how to control my demon side?”

Silverfish nodded “Whatever you wish, my Prince,” She grinned before tying her mask back on.

Niossa blew a whistle and Lovestruck arrived to fly Muerto and Niossa back to the Land of Love.

***

The red dragon Morelth landed next to an old rundown farmhouse in the Land of Nature. On the porch sat two Gods of Death, watching the sunset. Aitema hopped off of Morelth.

“Ok good. I thought I’d find you two here.”

The masculine god built like an ox smashed the empty beer can he was holding against the wooden porch and glared his frosty eyes toward Aitema.

“And why is the princess of the packages here?” He sneered and the goddess next to him snorted and laughed maniacally. She held onto his arm to avoid tipping over. She wore a red robe with a hood that obscured most of her face.

Aitema rolled her eyes “Wow! What a comedian, Iniquity. Glad at least someone is laughing, although we all know Hemorrhage doesn’t have a brain so I don’t think she counts.”

“Hey!” Hemorrhage protested “Just because I had my brain gored out once doesn’t mean I still don’t have one! It grew back!”

“Yeah don’t be so fucking rude,” Iniquity said “Or maybe I should just start defining you by your scars?”

“That would be cool actually,” Aitema said “But I’m not here to get into any arguments.”

“Then why the hell are you bothering us?”

“Muerto’s back.”

“Is he now?”

“I hope he gets gutted again! That was fun!” Hemorrhage giggled.

“And he’s trying to track down all of the Gods of Death, since it’s his fault y’all are displaced.”

“Fuck yeah it is. I miss my fancy watchtower in the Underworld,” Iniquity twitched his skull tipped tail.

“And my blood ocean…” Hemorrhage sighed wistfully.

“I wish Match killed the little fucker like he was supposed to.”

“Should have had me do it! I would have skewed him and then sliced him into itty bitty pieces!”

“Fuck yeah Rrhage. You would have done the job right. We should have never trusted Match not to be a fuck up.”

“To think that the Solstice line ended with such pathetic sons.”

“Ahem,” Aitema cleared her throat “You know you’re basically talking about treason right in front of me? The Goddess of Messages? I could fly over to Queen Virtuous right now and get you both killed!”

“But you’re not going to do that, because you hate the Victorias just like us.”

“Well I wouldn’t say hate but…they do piss me off plenty. I like Muerto but even he’s…”

“A cowardly half demon that shouldn’t even exist?” Iniquity suggested.

“A lying liar pants on fire who cheated at the Death Games?” Hemorrhage added.

“A stupid idiot.”

“A blundering fuck up.”

“Someone who should be dead.”

“Yeah like. A hundred years ago.”

“I was gonna say a frustrating mess of a kid. Everything y’all just said was pretty harsh,” Aitema flicked her tail “Alright look. The point is he was looking for y’all but I found y’all first so now he has less gods to find and can focus on finding my missing dragon more! So do y’all want to stay here or go somewhere else? Because he’s planning on letting any God of Death (and me) go to the dragon planet if they want to!”

Hemorrhage’s ears perked up “Mason!”

Iniquity smirked “That’s right. That fucker got away to the dragon planet…”

Aitema placed her hands on her hips “Who?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Iniquity said “Let’s just say we don’t care about Muerto now.”

“Ohohoho once I get my claws on Mason! Oh I’m gonna have fun!” Hemorrhage giggled and clawed at the air “The soul that got away. My soul. He was mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!”

“O-kay then,” Aitema said “So I take it y’all don’t want to stay here then?”

“At my old man’s house? Hell fucking no.” Iniquity snorted.

“Alright cool. I’ll drop y’all off at the Land of Love then.”

***

“So if you can’t be my anchor, then who the fuck do I have left?” Muerto asked on the back of Lovestruck as he tried not to look at the ground “Sep, Sonder and Boo are all in Sornieth right now, and Ren is… Ren is gone.”

“Maybe it could be someone I trust?” Niossa asked. “My mom Reflection could work! She’s amazing and would look out for you! Or maybe Kalon? He’s a good guy. He really came through for me while spying on Naperone.”

Muerto frowned “But I don’t know Reflection or Kalon. I don’t feel comfortable for either of them to be responsible for me while I’m in such a vulnerable position.”

“Hmm. This is a tough one.”

“Hey what a minute,” Lovestruck was approaching Niossa’s palace and waiting in front of the door were two faces he did not want to see “What the fuck are they doing here?”

Iniquity smirked as he saw Muerto approach. He had his arm around Hemorrhage and when Muerto was in earshot he shouted “Hey! Heard you were giving us a free ride to the dragon planet! So why don’t you hop to it, my so-called ‘king’?”

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WIP Whenever, Fluff Part 1

tagged by @sky-ham for some fluff for understandable reasons

tagging @natsora and @1esk19 for more fluff

this is from a one shot set in The Scenic Route’s timeline, the one where they’re in the Milky Way, everyone’s alive, and there are no Reapers.

Lexi answered almost immediately. “Did you and Aella enjoy your time at the park?”

Thaia narrowed her eyes. Going to the park had been a spontaneous thing because her lab time had been usurped by some other ‘more important’ project. Instead of bothering with battling over a stupid power move, she’d opted to take her kid to Guildhall Park for a pickup skyball game and whatever else they could find.

Unfortunately, ‘whatever else’ had turned out to be trouble, which wasn’t an unusual occurrence when Thaia and Aella went places without, as Sula called it, adult supervision. But wasn’t that Thaia didn’t want Lexi to know what they were up to. It was because Lexi had been in a practical and Thaia hadn’t wanted to disturb her unless there was some kind of incident that required her help. If not, Thaia would simply tell her the entire story when she got home. Or someone else would’ve told her before she even got home because Thaia and her family knew way too many people in this part of Armali. 

Also, Aella had successfully scaled the monument to Matriarch Atapalai and her reward had been been them getting booted from the park and banned for the rest of the week and ‘maybe you should teach your child some decorum during that time.’

First of all, Thaia was pretty sure that the matriarch who’d had the tits to go out and find the first relay and then used the fucking thing within days because ‘fuck sitting around on my ass and being cautious like the rest of you’ would be completely fine with a kid climbing a statue dedicated to her. Cheer her on, even. 

Second of all, Thaia had wanted to see if Aella could get all the way to the top because it was pretty fucking high up. Then Aella had reached the top and Thaia had been too busy being proud as fuck to chase her down before a cluster of matriarchs got their panties in a twist over it.

So, to help them feel better after getting unjustly banned from the park for a week, Thaia and Aella had gone to the hobby shop. And now they felt better.

“Yes,” Thaia said to Lexi. “We did.”

Aella tried cramming a foot under the box. She immediately winced and went another route, trotting over to one of the trees lining the walkway. Little purple flower petals drifted down around her when she bumped into the trunk instead of stopping of her own volition like a normal person. Then she grabbed a good-sized stick, held it aloft with the petals still swirling around her, and ran back.

Lexi sighed. “I suppose I should be grateful no one was hurt.”

“I don’t know, Matriarch Agera got all worked up about a scuff mark on the statue. Maybe someone should examine her for a heart condition.”

“That mark was there before!” said Aella, working the stick under the box for leverage.

“It was.” Thaia shrugged even though Lexi couldn’t see her. “Anyway, I called to see if Harry was visiting Thessia and I didn’t know or if Karin was coming over at any point today.”

“I don’t believe so. Do I want to know why?”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

“Do I need to know why?”

“We’re fine, I promise. We just wanted to be sure. Okay, have a fun class, love you, bye!”

“Bye!” Aella echoed without interrupting her determined glare at the box. 

Thaia ended the call before Lexi could interrogate either of them since Lexi had gotten even better at interrogation since she’d started her clinical psych program and she’d already been phenomenal before that. Plus, neither Thaia nor Aella could lie to save their lives.

Thaia turned to her daughter, who’d given up on the stick and was now using all of her might to drag the box.

Successfully. Shit, her kid was strong. Freakishly strong, according to Celaeno. However, it was slow going and Thaia was admittedly excited about putting the model together with Aella. Sooner rather than later. And she hadn’t bargained on her kid being this fucking stubborn and being able to move the box enough where they were actually making forward progress.

Incremental forward progress.

“You sure you don’t want help?” Thaia asked.

Aella stopped, put her hands on her hips, and glared up at Thaia. “I can get it!”

“Okay, okay.” Thaia held up her hands in surrender. “I won’t ask again.” She also had to hide a laugh because for all Aella shared a similar bone structure to Thaia, that fucking glare had been all Lexi. Seeing it on someone so small was funny as fuck.

The next twenty-seven minutes—Thaia kept track—were spent with Aella grumbling and grunting as she pushed and pulled the box along the strip of sidewalk leading from the Kepeia District to Palla Square. During that time, Thaia also drew several amused or annoyed looks from onlookers and, really, the annoyed ones could just fuck off. Obviously, they’d never had to deal with spectacularly stubborn child. In the the stone-paved area outside the complex’s entrance, the sharp scent of ozone hung in the air. Thaia couldn’t hear the snaps of biotics or shouting that accompanied playing, so practice must’ve been over for the day.

As Aella stopped to catch her breath and Thaia silently wished she’d just give up and let her carry the box, members of Armali’s team began exiting through the complex gates, some pausing to sign autographs for enthusiastic younger fans. From behind a couple clusters of sizable backfielders emerged a comparatively pint-sized player whom Thaia and Aella immediately recognized.

Fejla Na’vis, who’d been their reliable source of skyball tickets for almost seven years; who’d obtained a pass for Thaia to attend a one week long pro-level skyball camp a month before Aella was born; and who, along with Harry, was Lexi’s best friend of decades.

The only reason Thaia hadn’t known about Fej during the two years she was being a dumbass about Lexi was because Fej was a pro player for Armali Union, Thaia’s favorite skyball team ever, and Lexi had—rightly—suspected that Thaia would  react with an undue amount of enthusiasm should she ever meet Fej.

She had. But during the months before Aella had been born and especially after their unintentionally galaxy-spanning misadventure shared with Nef, a black-market body part, and a stack of ancient krogan data-readers, they’d become excellent friends. And Thaia had mostly stopped being a completely over-enthusiastic fan. 

With the exception of playoffs.

“Auntie Fej!” Aella dropped the box and sprinted toward Fej, practically slamming into her for a hug and almost smashing Fej’s nose with her forehead in the process. Luckily, Fej was able to dodge the head blow.

Shit, if Aella’s forehead was a threat to Fej’s nose, that meant she was already catching up to Fej in height. Thaia did her best not to laugh. It wasn’t fair that Aella was on the ridiculously tall side for an asari six-year-old and Fej was on the decidedly small size for an asari adult. Given another couple years, Aella would probably be able to look her in the eye.

“What’ve you got there?” Fej asked, pointing at the box after Aella let go. 

“We got a model relay!” Aella ran back to the box and demonstrated her dragging technique. “Look, I can carry it by myself!”

After observing Aella move the box a whole-ass third of a meter in five minutes, Fej placed her duffel bag on the grass and smiled. “Wow, it’s almost as big as me! I bet you’re excited to get it home. Do you want some help carrying it? I’m going in the same direction for a bit, so I don’t mind.”

Thaia waited for the ‘determined Lexi glare’ to appear on Aella’s face like it had when she’d offered to help. 

It fucking didn’t. Instead, Aella grinned and said, “Yes, please!”

“What the fuck,” Thaia said, mostly under her breath.

When Fej stood next to her, Aella looked between her and the box and back again. Then she scratched her chin and did it again. After a third time, she said to Fej, “I bet I can pick you up.”

Fej opened her mouth, closed it, and then after thinking it over for a moment, shrugged. “You know what? Give it a try.”

Aella immediately crouched and grabbed Fej around the knees.

Fuck, she’d figured out the best method to pick up someone bigger than her. She might actually do it. Thaia hurriedly activated her omni. This needed to be recorded for posterity.

After setting her feet, Aella lifted with all her tiny might. Face flushed a darker blue and her legs trembling with the effort, Aella got Fej a good ten or so centimeters off the pavement before she lost her balance and fell backwards. Fej, possessing the body awareness and quick reflexes of a pro ballplayer, flipped in the air and landed on her feet while catching Aella with biotics the same time.

“I did it!” Aella announced, triumphantly raising her arms in the air.

The startlingly large audience they’d collected during Aella and Fej’s stunt gave the two a round of applause. Thaia had the best fucking kid.

“That was hard,” said Aella, shaking out her arms. “I don’t think I can carry the box the rest of the way home.”

Fej gave the top of Aella’s crest a fond rub. “I’ll still help you.”

“Good, because Daddy didn’t help me on our way here.”

Okay, maybe not the best kid.

“The fuck,” Thaia said, loud enough for the others to hear.

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Heat without his Alpha (almost)

Wincest

werwolf Winchesters

Smut at the end 18 +

Summery Dean goes into heat when his alpha is away. He has to deal with the consequences.

Sam and Cass were going on a hunt, and Dean was staying at the bunker. His heat was coming soon, so he had to stay behind. The hunt was far away a few states over.

“Uggg, I fucking hate this, can’t go on a hunt just because of a stupid mating cycle!” whines Dean as he hugs Sam and then Cass.

Sam runs his finger through his omegas hair “Dean, it looks like it’s just an easy salt and burns, we should be back in a couple of days, before your heats in full swing. How many more days do you think you have?”

“Usually at this point, I have a few days”, but this one feels different.

“Dean I promise I will do my best to get your alpha back to you unharmed and as soon as possible.” Says Cass

“Yeah, well just keep my bitch safe” Dean Teases

Sam swats Dean’s ass “jerk”

Sam and Cass leave in the impala. Dean immediately got to work locking every door. They had rigged all of the locks so that only the three of them could get in. He was safe form any alphas and their packs. He had never had pups so he was still venerable to being ‘stolen’ by another greedy alpha. The first day was great, Dean watched movies and to. Eating junk food, and laying on the couch. He went to bed late after checking in with Sam and Cass. He slept until he wakes up feeling hot.

Deans POV

“shit heats coming early. Crap, crap, crap. Mabey if I walk around it will help. I take off my shirt and started to walk the walls of the bunker. Soon I’m half running, but it helps to get the energy out and I cool down enough to fall back asleep. I can sleep in tomorrow”

Dean sleeps in and feels normal until noon. Then he feels the slick start to leak out. Dean heads to the laundry room to grab one of Sam’s shirts. He grabs the one that brings out both of their eyes. He puts it on slowly, letting it rub against his face. He heads to their room and grabs Sam’s pillow and smashes his face in the fluff. He inhales the scent of his Sam. His alpha. “Fuck you smell so good Sam, always have, smell even better now after being turned in to a wolfdog. Won’t tell him that I used to do this kind of thing, even before we got together”

Dean drops the pillow heads to the bedroom and scoops up the towels that he and Sam had used the last couple of days. Then to the living room to grab the blankets off the couch. He makes his round collecting anything soft. If it smelt like Sam it was like a bonus. Finally to the bedroom again. Dean drops the load on the bed, then climbs on and started arranging everything. He keeps rearranging things for about an hour. “Wait what am I doing? What did that book say? Neffing? Netting? No. Nesting, nesting. I'm nesting. It must be because I want pups. But does Sam want them? What if he doesn’t? What if he doses? What if I get pregnant and he doesn’t want them? What if he wants them and I can’t give him any? What if I get pregnant and he does want then and were bad parents, or I lose them? Why am I crawling around in this nest, like a dog does before it beds down for the night? I’ve crawled around three times now laying down sounds nice.”

On the third day, the heat is increasing in intercity. Increasing too quickly. Soon the waves are getting more than uncomfortable for Dean. He frantically searches for Sam’s pillow, but can’t find it right away. He throws everything that’s not a pillow off the bed, and finally finds it. His stats pressing it against his crotch. He tunes over on his stomach so he can get more pressure. He lies down on top of it so he can drive his hips into the pillow, hard enough to feel his hands on the other side. He humps the pillow for a time and then cums. Finally, some of the heat energy is relived. It’s only temporary, and the omega knows it.

Dean jumps at the sound of his phone ringing. Sam’s ring tone! He follows the sound of ‘Whole Lotta Love, by Led Zeppelin’ around the messy room. Finding the phone under a blanket. He answers a little too excited.

“Sam!?”

“Oh hey, Cass!

"Can I talk to Sam? ”

“What do you mean you’re not done with the case? Thought it was an easy salt and burn”

“Yeah I still want to talk to Sam. put him on”

“Hey, baby! How’s my other baby doing, your taking care of her right?”

“You’d better keep taking care of her. So how much longer you think this will take?”

“Olay, just want you home soon”

“No, I haven’t gone into heat”

“Did you just use the alpha voice thing on me?”

“Okay, yes, I lied. I am in heat.”

“I lied because I can sense your rut’s coming just in your voice….And my heat started early…” “It’s starting to get uncomfortable”

“No. just keeps your head in the game and just stays safe. I can’t have you get hurt, getting all alphaish.”

“Love you too bitch”

The fourth day is painful. The waves are coming hard and more often. Dean doses everything he can think of to ease the pain. He looks up old housewives remedies to help. Most don’t some do. The ones that do work don’t work enough and only take the edge off for an hour or so. Late in the evening when Dean hears his phone ring again.

“Sam?”

“You’re done with the case! Coming back to the bunker”

“When will you get here?”

“Please just hurry. Sammy, it hurts”

“If you’ve kept my baby tuned up, she can take a hard long drive straight home”

“You did! You’re awesome Sam! Just let Cass drive if you get tired.”

“Okay bye bitch” Dean curls up on the bed he knows that soon not much will help him. He needs his alpha. He strokes his cock and gets himself to cum. It barely takes the edge off. Tomorrow will be a painful day. Dean doesn’t sleep because of the pain that night. He feels the waves of heat hit like a fraught train. The slick is coming out almost constantly. All he can do is lay on the bed... Wave after wave of pain hits him in the stomach.

Then the delusions start. He keeps imagining Sam and Cass coming home when they are still hours away. He imagens having pups, and them dying, being killed, or his alpha doesn’t want them. He imagines his alpha, his brother, his Sam laying dead on the floor. He sees Cass dead too. Dean sees them dead and he can’t do anything but will himself to die. He sees their son Jack falling back dead in the cemetery. Its late afternoon when Sam and Cass get back. Dean hears them pull in. But is it them, or just another delusion of an omega in heat without his alpha? He feels a tug on the back of his mind. Sam is trying to communicate telepathically.

Sam’s POV

“I can smell Dean’s heat from the garage. The smell is intoxicating. But he’s not in here he would have heard us get back”

“Dean?”

“no answer” “I hear Cass call for Dean too, sill no answer. Shit, I fucking need him now. my rut has hit its full swing. Deans sent is everywhere and I can’t think straight. He must have run around the bunker a lot or his heat is stronger than he says”

Sam takes a deep breath as he starts to concentrate.

“Dean?”

“Sam”

“Dean where are you? Your sent is overwhelming and I can’t get a lock on where ya are.”

“Bedroom, get in here now! another fucking wave of heat is coming it hurts like hell”

“I’m coming”

“Well come the fuck faster and fuck me already bitch”

The connection is broken off by Dean. Sam runs through the bunker then down the hall to their room. He rounds the corner. Dean is curled up, in pain, clutching his stomach. The omega senses his alpha and his rut. He sets up as his alpha tackles him down on to the bed. Sam is already throwing his clothes off. He feels his omegas slick, soaking them both. Dean has striped and is rutting up on Sam. Sam reaches to grab the condoms from the nightstand. Dean slaps it out of his hand.

“Sam I want pups. I want a family”

“Dean this is just the heat talking”

“No! It’s not! I just haven’t told you. I didn’t know if you want them too. Now I can see it's obvious you don’t want any “

Sam’s eyes grow wide and his eyes look more golden than green. He holds himself high, asserting his authority and dominance.

“Dean, that couldn’t be further from the truth!" He growls.

Sam’s voice changes. “give- me-pups-omega” he orders. Chills run down Dean’s spine. “Yes, my alpha” he growls back.

Dean pulls the but plug out and throws it over the side of the bed. He needed to be ready the second his alpha returned home. Sam thrusts in and out of Dean, They move in unison as Sam’s knot starts to grow. The knot grows slowly. Finally, the knot passes through Dean’s rim and they are tied together.

“FUCK SAM” Dean Cums hard with the sweet release of the heat energy.

“DEAN” Sam soon follows at the sight and feeling of his omega withering beneath him.

They ride their orgasms, before crumpling together on the bed. Sam moves them so they can lie on their sides.

“So, when did you start wanting pups, a family?”

“When I was with Ben and Lisa I cared for them but didn’t really love them. I was in love with the idea of having a family. I wanted pups as soon as we were turned and I knew we could. You?”

“You know I always wanted the ‘apple pie life’. “It was soon after we got together. I started to want kids. I didn’t think it would be possible until we were turned.”

“So hopefully I’ll be pregnant after this, Okay you got to admit that still sounds kinda weird” Dean laughs

“Now you know omegas are more venerable and weak during pregnancy. And the first one is the most venerable.”

“Yes, Sam I read too”

“You can’t hurt if you are prego”

“Prego my eggo”

Sam laughs “Dean I’m serious. It sounds like you could lose the pups pretty easy the first time around. We’re going to have to limit your time outside of the bunker too. The areas thick with greedy alphas, and their packs. “

“I can at least wait until I’m showing right?”

“I don’t know. Cass and I noticed a lot more wolves out on the hunt.”

‘I can go out if you’re with me right? Other alphas and omegas don’t attack if the alpha mate is protecting them, right”

“I don’t know Dean, but well look into it.”

Dean tries to move his leg that was pinned under his huge brother. “Hey, my legs going to sleep. Mind if we roll over?” Sam moves them so Deans on top of him.

“Hey, wanna go again? I want you to fill me up”

“With pups or cum”

Dean runs his teeth over his lips. “Both and you can’t have one without the other”

“Ride me jerk”

“My pleasure bitch"

Dean grabs ahold of Sam’s Hips as he starts moving up and down. They move as one for a time. Eventually, Sam growls a warning. He arches up father into Dean as he cums. Dean groans and throws his head back as he releases covering Sam with another layer of white. Dean locks eyes with Sam as he rubs his hands in his cum. Sam hums as Dean kneads the muscles of his abdomen. Dean picks one of his hands up and runs it through Sam’s hair. “Dude! what the hell! what the fuck was that for?” complains Sam

Dean just gets more cum and messes Sam’s hair even more. “I’m still your brother, Sammy”

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

All Those Things They Couldn’t Say - A Runaway Baudelaires AU

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Chapter Twenty - New Allies at Prufrock

“So you’re transferring from… Wade Academy?” 

Violet smiled, wishing quietly that Klaus hadn’t chosen a real school he could check up on. “Yes, sir. Our papers should have arrived last week. Perhaps they’re in your desk?” 

“Perhaps they’re in my desk! Well, I will check my desk.” 

Violet and Klaus shared exasperated looks as the Vice Principal bent over, rifling through the drawers that Violet had shoved their forged papers into several hours before. It hadn’t taken long for Klaus to get them into the school under assumed identities- this time, Emily and Liam Sonnenfeld- but fuck if dealing with the shitty Vice Principal wasn’t the hardest part. Violet swore she was a few minutes away from just stabbing him and calling it a day. 

Nero pulled out some papers, his brow furrowing as he scanned them. “Yes, these seem right…” he muttered. “Though I can’t quite remember contacting your previous school.” 

Violet quickly smiled and said, “Well, I’m sure a genius like you has more important things to worry about than some boring transfer students. Like your violin practice.” 

“Yes, indeed.” Vice Principal Nero nodded, smugness creeping across his face. “It’s nice to be appreciated. The last transfers- these two annoying orphans- wouldn’t stop bothering me. We’re not quadruplets, we’re twins. Why do we have to go to a shack? Such ungrateful children.” 

“Such ungrateful children.” Klaus echoed, looking like he wanted to die and also like he wasn’t paying much attention. 

“Now, I see your parents have signed here, and we luckily do have free rooms in the dorms. Boys is to the immediate right of the gym field, girls is to the immediate right of that. Emily, you will be studying with Mr Remora in Room One, while Liam, you will be with Ms Bass in Room Two.” 

“We can remember that, thank you.” Klaus said. 

“Were you told the rules of the school before you transferred?” 

“We are aware.” Violet sighed, remembering the list she’d managed to slip from the desk. “And we look forward to your recital tonight.” 

“You should! It’ll be six hours of pure delight.” 

“Absolutely.” Klaus nodded. “Thank you, Vice Principal, we’ll head to our dorms now.” 

“Yes. Liam, you will be rooming with…” Nero looked down at the list in front of him, as if he had no idea what student he was talking about. “Chase… something-or-other, I’m sure he’ll tell you. Emily, you will be rooming with Carmelita Spats.” 

Fuck. Roommates. Well, they’d figure something out. “Thank you, sir.” Violet said. “We’ll head out now, so you may get back to practicing.” 

“Yes, do.” 

Nero pulled out his violin as the children left, their plastic smiles falling once their backs were turned. They could hear his horrible playing even after they closed the door, and Violet said, “Do you remember what Father said, that one time we spent your birthday sleeping in the orchestra pit?” 

Klaus nodded, and then recited, “Children, there is no worse sound in the world than somebody who cannot play the violin who insists on doing so anyway.” 

“We’re skipping that recital.” 

“Hell yeah.” 

“Let’s check on Sunny.” 

“Good idea.” 

They knelt by the edge of the hall, and Klaus pulled his bag off, flipping it open. “How tight are you in there, sunshine?” 

Sunny glanced up at him, huffing a little. She did not like the fact she had to hide, as Prufrock did not admit toddlers. “Amygdala,” she said, which meant something akin to, “It’s quite claustrophobic.” 

“Well, you’re alive. And you can keep biting that can.” Violet sighed. “Just stay quiet, okay? We’ll find out which of our roommates is cooler and then let you out.” 

“Ugh.” Sunny groaned. 

“It’s this or live in that weird shack by the cafeteria.” Klaus said, before closing his bag again. 

The siblings stood up, and Violet said, “Alright, to the dorms. We’ll find our way there, then… should we skip class? Our teachers won’t actually have our names down for attendance.” 

“Yeah, fuck that.” 

“Fuck that.” 

They went to Violet’s dorm first, managing to find the right room after swiping some fruit from some bowls in the hall and occasionally stuffing something small and expensive-looking into their jacket pockets. Violet slid the door open, walking in and making a face. “This room’s awful.” 

“Those windows don’t seem to lock.” Klaus observed, shaking his head. 

“Closet is fucking tiny.” Violet said. “Where are you supposed to hide?” 

Klaus knelt by a bed, flipping the blanket up. “No room under here.” 

“These plants look fake.” Violet moved to the sidetable, lifting a leaf. “Oh, yeah. Plastic. Wonder what this dirt is made of.” She stuck a hand in. “Oh my God, Klaus, I think this is coffee.” 

“Holy shit.” Klaus started to giggle. “That sounds like a dream, though. Secret coffee.” 

“You don’t like coffee.” 

“Yeah but it’s still fun. Secret coffee.” 

“Secret coffee.” Violet giggled. 

Before they could do more, the door opened, and a girl skipped in. She stopped dead in her tracks, her tap shoes slamming onto the ground. 

“What are you cakesniffers doing in my room?” 

Violet sighed, sharing a glance with Klaus, the two of them considering. Then she smiled and turned back to the girl- she looked about the same age as her brother. “Hello. I’m Emily Sonnenfeld, I’m your new roommate.” 

“No!” the girl dropped her bright schoolbag on the ground and then stomped in frustration. “I don’t need a roommate! And I need the second bed for mid-day naps! What the hell? I told Vice Principal Nero that I didn’t need anyone else!” 

Violet and Klaus both watched each other as she continued to rant, silently communicating different ideas. Finally, Violet walked in front of the girl and said, “Carmelita, right?” 

“Of course. Only the smartest, prettiest, humblest girl in the whole wide school.” 

“I’m sure you’re right about that.” Violet smiled. “Now, listen. You’ve made it clear you don’t want a roommate.” 

“Uh, yeah! I’m going to go straight to Vice-” 

“No need for that.” Violet smiled, and patted her on the shoulder. “Listen, that’ll just be a whole thing, he’ll have to rearrange shit, and that gives him less time to practice the violin. He gets so angry when he’s interrupted.” 

Carmelita paused, something flashing across her face, and then she crossed her arms and huffed. “But I don’t want you here!” 

“Well, how about a deal?” Violet pulled her hair back, and smiled down at her. “It turns out, I would much prefer to room with my brother Liam. We don’t like being separated, because we know too many secrets about each other. So how about you let me know where we can find an empty room, and I pretend we’re roommates so none of us get in trouble?” 

Carmelita narrowed her eyes, looking the girl up and down. Then she said, “You won’t bother me?” 

“Only if you bother me first.” 

“Deal, Em. Follow me, there’s an empty room near the storage closet. Drafty, but I sometimes practice dance in there. Guess I can practice in here instead.” 

“Don’t worry, Carm, sweetie.” Violet smiled, before smirking at Klaus. “We’re not staying long.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“We’re only here til our parents are back from their trip. Then we’re out of your hair.” 

“Good. Less cakesniffers in this school.” 

“What does ‘cakesniffer’ mean?” Klaus asked. 

“It means you’re stupid cakesniffers.” Carmelita huffed. Then she marched out of the room and said, “It’s this way, come on.” 

“I don’t think ‘cakesniffers’ is a compliment.” Klaus muttered. 

“Yeah, no shit.” 

Carmelita shoved them towards the empty room and then skipped back to her room, grumbling about stupid new kids. Violet strolled in, smiling at the empty space; a few pillows and blankets were shoved into the corner, and there were some dark blinds over the window, but aside from that, the room was bare. 

“We can sleep right here, by the door.” Violet said, swishing her foot across the space she indicated. “I can block it. As for the window…” she pulled her ribbon out, tying her hair back excitedly. “I can make us a break-in alarm. A string and a bell, shouldn’t be too hard. We’ll have knives under our pillows if someone gets in- not you, Sunny, you’ll sleep inbetween us.” 

Klaus was pulling the infant from his backpack, finally releasing her onto the floor. She huffed and crawled over to the window, biting on the edge of a blind. 

Violet pulled on her ribbon and said, “I saw a stairwell to the roof. We can camp out there and watch for our parents- or, well, other pursuers. There looked like a library building, Klaus, so you can swipe books from there to keep you and Sunny entertained.” 

“What about you?” 

“I’ll find something to invent, don’t worry. Or I can just be the one keeping watch.” 

“No, you’re gonna swap out with us cause we’re a family and we work together.” 

“No, we’re a family and I’m in charge.” 

“Violet, come on-” 

“Gac!” Sunny shouted, pointing out the window. 

Violet ran over, lifting up her sister and immediately retreating a few steps. Klaus ran to the window, lifting up the blinds to see what Sunny had noticed. 

“There’s a couple kids.” he said. “They’re… going towards that old shack. Probably won’t stay long.” 

“That reminds me, what do you think’s in there?” 

Klaus shrugged. “Supplies?” 

“Why don’t we find out?” Violet slid Sunny onto the floor. 

“Violet, come on-” 

“We wanna know every inch of this place, right? And if there’s weapons in there, we wanna know about it.” 

“What sorta school would store weapons-” 

“Don’t you remember what Mother said? Anything could be a weapon. And if they’ve got supplies- shovels, wrenches, odd tools-” 

“Alright, I get it.” 

“Sunshine, stay here.” Violet said, looking over at her sister. “Guard our shit. If someone comes in, either hide in the pile of blankets or bite their toes off.” 

Sunny saluted her. “Aye-aye!” 

“Should we really leave her-” 

“We can’t take her outside. Do you want to stay with her while I investigate?” 

Klaus hesitated, looking between his sisters. Sunny looked up at him and said, “Nef,” meaning something like, “I’ll be fine, Klaus. I’ll scream if I need help, you’re only a few feet away.” 

“If you’re sure-” 

“Ye!” 

“Okay… be careful.” 

Sunny nodded, and Violet opened the window, jumping out. “Come on, Klaus.” 

He followed her out, sliding to the ground while she waited for him, bouncing on her feet. When he landed, she said, “Hey, race you to the shack.” 

“We’re not babies, Violet.” 

“Yeah, but-” 

“Readysetgo!” 

Klaus laughed and took off, and Violet froze in shock and indignation a moment, before shouting, “You little cheater, get back here!” 

She tore across the lawn, trying to catch up to his head start. Klaus was never the most athletic Baudelaire, but even he could run pretty well and pretty fast, mainly due to their parents making sure all their kids could survive well enough alone. Still, Violet managed to catch up just before they reached the shack, though she did smile and slow herself a little so Klaus could hit the side. It creaked slightly, and he laughed. “I win!” 

“Only cause you cheated.” 

“It’s not cheating, it’s strategy.” 

“You little shit.” 

“Hey, you owe me, I got hypnotized.” 

“Fine, fine, you win. Now let’s see what we’ve got in here-” 

Violet opened the shack door, and then stared, absolutely astonished. 

The shack had fungus dripping from the ceiling, as well as crabs scuttling across the floor. It also had two piles of hay, upon which were sitting the two kids who’d passed by before. A small photo was tacked to the wall, looking like it’d been clipped from a newspaper, and schoolbags were tossed haphazardly onto the floor. The shack barely looked big enough for both children, who were now sitting up and staring in bewilderment at the girl standing in front of them. 

Violet stared a moment, and then said, “Uh, Klaus? I think this is a dorm.” 

“What?” Klaus looked in the doorway, and then stepped back. “What the fuck? Is this some kind of… what was that movie we saw? Where the bad kids had to sleep in the creepy basement?” 

“This isn’t a basement, Klaus, it’s a health and safety hazard.” 

“Excuse me?” the boy said, sitting up straighter and rubbing his eyes. “Who are you?” 

“New kids.” Violet sighed, leaning against the doorway. “What are you doing in this deathtrap?” 

“It’s our shack.” the girl said. 

“What do you mean, it’s ‘your shack?’” 

“We mean it’s the Orphans Shack and we have to live here.” 

“What the actual shit?” 

“Okay, listen,” Klaus said, stepping away from the doorway. “Get out here. We can’t talk to you while you’re sitting in there.” 

Carefully, the two students walked out, very confused. Violet bit her lip to keep from asking why they left their schoolbags in there, and instead slammed the door and said, “Okay, explain. What’s this shit?” 

“Who the hell are you?” the girl snapped. 

“Emily and Liam Sonnenfeld.” Violet said, gesturing between them. 

“You just called him ‘Klaus.’” the boy said. 

Violet shut her eyes, stifling a groan, while Klaus started rapidfire swearing under his breath. 

“Look. Tell us who you are and about your shack, and we’ll tell you our shit, okay?” Klaus said. 

The two students glanced at each other; in the light, the Baudelaires realized that they must be siblings, as they were pretty much identical, the only difference being the girl having longer hair and the boy having a green notebook instead of a black in his pocket. Eventually, the girl turned back to them and said, “Isadora Quagmire. This is my brother, Duncan. We’re in the Orphans Shack because we’re orphans.” 

“I don’t follow.” Violet said. 

“Your parent or legal guardian needs to sign a permission slip for you to sleep in the dorms.” Duncan said, glaring at the ground. “And we don’t have parents, and the executor of our parents’ estate dumped us here cause orphans aren’t In, so we have to sleep out here.” 

“Well that is absolute pigshit.” Violet said. She kicked the side of the shack and said, “There’s plenty of empty rooms in the dorms.” 

“There is?” Isadora asked, a spark of anger in her eyes. 

“Yeah.” Violet shrugged. “We just found an empty room to ourselves so we don’t have to split up.” 

“Son of a…” Duncan muttered. 

“I’m going to kill Nero.” Isadora said. “That bastard’s days are at their end / He won’t last til next weekend.” 

Klaus hesitated, and then tugged Violet’s sleeve. Let me try something. “You said you were orphans?” 

“Yeah.” Isadora sighed. 

She fell silent, so Duncan was the one who eventually said, “We lost our parents in a terrible fire.” 

Violet and Klaus exchanged a look. “VFD bullshit?” Violet said. 

“VFD bullshit.” 

“You guys say the word ‘shit’ a lot.” Duncan noted. 

“What’s VFD?” Isadora asked. 

“Long story.” 

Isadora hesitated, then reached into her pocket, and pulled something out. “Does it have something to do with this?” 

She held out, to their astonishment, half of a VFD spyglass. The Eye was etched into the front, and she pointed to it, saying, “Those initials are kinda… there.” 

Violet and Klaus exchanged a look. “Do you think-” 

“It was the last place our parents told us to go.” 

“Makes sense to gather possible recruits together.” 

“Should we lead a jailbreak?” 

“That’ll just get them grabbed faster. Not everyone can last on the streets, and if their parents-” 

“And they leave orphans outside where they can get grabbed.” 

“We’re going to have to do double lookout.” 

“No sleep for us, then.” 

“Our main goal is to protect Sunny. And-” 

“What the fuck are you two talking about?” Isadora snapped. 

The Baudelaires paused, having been lost in their plans. They turned back, scanning the kids over. 

“Definite targets.” Violet said. 

“Definite.” 

“So we’re gonna wanna jailbreak them first.” 

“Yeah, we can do that.” 

“Come with us, Quagmires.” Violet said, gesturing for them to follow. “You can sleep in our dorm. The more the merrier.” 

“Excuse me, what?” Duncan said. 

“We’ll explain in there.” Klaus said. “Get your bags and your stuff.” 

“What the-” 

“We’ll explain everything there.” Violet said. She reached out, putting a hand on Isadora’s shoulder. “Promise. But you’re going to have to come with us. Also, you’re going to have to not talk to anyone about us at all.” 

“What?” 

“Hurry up.” 

The Quagmires glanced at each other, and then Duncan said, “Can we trust you?” 

Klaus, in response, pulled Josephine’s spyglass from his jacket pocket. 

The Quagmires stared at it, and then Isadora said, “I’ll get our bags.” 

“So, let me get this straight.” Duncan said. 

He flipped his commonplace book back a page or two, where’d he’d taken notes on the Baudelaires’ explanation. The children had split the pile of blankets and pillows between each other and now had them all in a circle, sitting at the edge to face each other. Sunny, who had taken an immediate shine to the newcomers, had crawled onto Isadora’s lap and now was chewing on her jacket. Thankfully, Isadora didn’t seem to mind, and in fact was currently fixing Sunny’s ponytail. Violet rocked back-and-forth slightly, hugging her bag, while Klaus fiddled with his shirt and glanced between the Quagmires. 

“Oh, buddy,” Violet sighed, “You’re not getting anything straight with us.” 

“Same.” Isadora smirked. 

“So, your parents were in a cult that has these spyglasses. So, apparently, that means our parents were in the cult, too.” 

“Seems like it.” 

“They tried to leave and got framed for a crime- except they did commit the crime so it wasn’t framing, technically.” 

“Technically.” Klaus nodded. 

“You all have been on the run your whole lives, except now your parents were kidnapped by this Olaf guy, and he wants to kidnap you so he can torture and kill you in front of your parents.” 

“Pretty much.” 

“And you’ve been jumping from place-to-place waiting for them to escape on their own, and you forged papers to get in here and hide out.” 

“That’s it.” 

“Olaf and his troupe can and will kill anyone near you.” 

“Yeah.” 

“So we’re in danger.” Isadora said. 

“Well, yeah.” Klaus said. “Which is an issue. But consider, would we rather keep you near us until we can find out how to break you outta here, or leave you alone in a shack to inevitably get kidnapped by a cult?” 

“That does seem reasonable.” Duncan said. 

“No, it doesn’t!” Isadora said. “Duncan, I’d rather not be hunted by a psycho!” 

“And I’d rather not be grabbed a cult.” 

“Look, maybe- maybe it’s different, if Mother and Father were there-” 

“Would explain why they were gone all the time.” 

“Seriously? You’re going to doubt them?” 

“I’m not going to join a cult just because of them, no!” 

“And I’m not losing another brother!” 

Violet and Klaus scooted back, a little startled. Sunny paused her biting, staring up at Isadora in confusion. Duncan gasped a little, and then he slid his commonplace book into his pocket, fighting back tears. 

“Bro?” Sunny asked. 

Isadora swallowed, taking slow breaths and trying to calm herself down. Then she nodded. “We- we’re triplets.” 

“Our brother, Quigley, died in the fire.” Duncan said. 

Violet’s eyes widened in sympathy, and then she moved over, taking Duncan’s hand. “I’m so sorry.” 

“That must be horrible.” Klaus said. He looked over at Sunny, who crawled off of Isadora’s lap and over to him, lifting her arms so he could pick her up. He did, cradling her close. “I can’t imagine losing a sibling.” 

“It’s- it’s bad enough being separated from our family.” Violet shivered. “But… dead…” 

Isadora stared hard at the ground, and Duncan slowly leaned over, putting his head on Violet’s shoulder. She wrapped an arm around him, and Klaus scooted over to Isadora, holding out his hand for her. 

Isadora, however, said, “You recognized we were VFD before you saw the spyglass. It was when we said our house burned down.” 

Klaus hesitated. “Uh-” 

“Did the fire- did that have something to do with it?” Isadora looked over at him, pleading with her eyes. “What about the fire tipped you off?” 

Klaus and Violet exchanged another look. Be careful. “Houses burning down and orphaning children are… common. In VFD.” Violet said. 

“When Firestarters find out where Volunteers live.” Klaus said. “Or… or in some, some extreme cases… when Volunteers won’t give up their children…” 

Duncan and Isadora looked up sharply, and then stared at each other. “So…” Isadora said, her voice breaking, “So it was their fault?” 

“I- it’s probable-” 

“Then they could kill Duncan, too.” Isadora shivered. 

“Well, I mean-” Violet stumbled. “Probably not intentionally, you know? But like- I won’t lie-” 

“Why did you tell us this?” Isadora looked sharply at her. “Why would you tell us all of this? Why do you trust us?” 

Violet opened her mouth to answer, and then paused. Why had she trusted them so quickly? Did she just want a connection? Was she just full of righteous fury at seeing them in a shack? Was she just so desperate to talk to somebody about what was going on…? 

She looked up at them again, and then her eyes flickered to the half-spyglass in Isadora’s hands, and then she realized. 

“I guess I just would rather have you with us,” she said, “Then leave you alone to suffer with no preparation. I…” 

She looked to Klaus for help, and he nodded, understanding. He edged Sunny off of his lap, and then leaned forwards, grabbing a hand from each triplet. 

“Our Mother told us once,” he said, “That if you’re in danger, it’s better to know you are so you can prepare. If you don’t know, then it hits you by surprise. It might be a better buildup, because you’re not living in fear, but then when it happens, you have less a chance of getting out alive. And the most important thing is to stay alive. Live to fight another day, because…” 

“Spero.” Sunny said. 

Klaus smiled, and translated. “Because if you live another day, that day might be the one that makes things better.” 

Duncan and Isadora both stared down at his hands, and then Duncan started to cry, followed quickly by his sister. 

“Besides,” Violet added, hoping to lighten the mood, “I’d rather you be in here than dying in a shack.” 

“Yeah.” Isadora nodded, smiling slightly as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Yeah, I- I would’ve done the same- the same thing-” 

“Quigley would’ve done the same, too.” Duncan muttered. 

Violet held out her arms, and everyone scrambled into a group hug.

[buckyos]

sucker for you

Summary: Please don’t let me fail.” He said with the cutest puppy face you have ever see and you really couldn’t say no. And oh, the way he said your name like it was honey on his lips. You could die right then and there. college au

Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x (f) OC, Stever Rogers x Natasha Romanov

Prompt(s):  “you’re fluent in the foreign language we’re taking and you’re always laughing at my wrong answers fuck you why are you even in this class”

Warnings: none

Word Count: 924

Author’s Note: I want to make this a series but I don’t know yet, and since it’s the first time I write after a long time please go easy on me and leave some feedback. Thank you for reading. (gif’s not mine, all credits to its original owner)

   You were walking fast at the corridors hoping that you wouldn’t be late again at your class. The door was still open and that meant that the professor wasn’t in yet. You peeked and you saw that the classroom was full except for a few seats. You sat in one at the top, being fluent in Greek you just joined the class for extra credit and because of it would be easy, so you didn’t need to pay much attention.

The course started soon after you sited and after a while, the professor asked a question that you didn’t hear. But from the answer the boy next to you gave you were sure that he didn’t know what he was talking about. “Ο κήπος είναι στο τζάκι.” (o kipos einai sto tzaki / = the backyard is on the fireplace). You chuckled silently but he heard you even though he didn’t tell anything. You observed him for a while, and you saw that his left hand was metal. You couldn’t but wonder how he got it.

Being on time in that class was literally out of your capabilities. You opened the door and got in, the lesson has already begun so you quietly went to the first empty seat. And once again you managed to sit next to the boy from the previous lesson in Greek. You had to admit to yourself that he was somehow cute.

“Θα στρώσω το χαλί στο κρεβάτι.” (tha stroso to xali sto krevati / = ill make the bed with the carpet).

Jesus Christ, cute but dumb. You couldn’t contain your laugh once more. He looked at you and his eyes were like he threw daggers on you. He had beautiful blue eyes. You were sure that you hadn’t seen anything more beautiful in your entire life. So, you decided to actually introduce yourself. “I’m Nefeli and you don’t know shit in Greek.” You smirked at him and batted your eyelashes to not take offense on your words. 

“I’m Bucky, and I know. Why did you take the class if you’re so smart anyway?”  He asked with a half-smile while he was writing down whatever the professor was saying. “I didn’t say that I am so smart.” You said smiling. “But I’m fluent in Greek and I took the class for extra credit. I don’t even know why I’m coming.” He didn’t continue the conversation after that and the lesson was nearly over. 

You were in your room when your roommate burst in. “What are you doing?” Natasha asked because she saw you on the desk and knew that the only class you had the next day was Greek. So, you wouldn’t be studying. “There this guy in my class, Bucky-” before you could finish your sentence she interrupted you. ‘Bucky? As Bucky Barnes?” she asked but when she saw your confused expression she continued. “Tall, dark long hair usually in a bun, one metal hand.” You nodded. “Oh my god. Bucky has taken Greek?” You nodded once again. “I suppose you know him?” It was her turn to nod, and she explained. “We went to high school together. Good guy. He’s Steve’s best friend.”

Steve is Nat’s boyfriend, he is really sweet even though you have only met him once. “Anyway, he sucks, and I wrote down some basic things that I believe will help him.” You explained to her what were you doing.

“Great so you can take them, and we’ll go party at their apartment. You’ll give them to him there. Get dressed.”

“Or I can give them to him tomorrow.” She didn’t even answer you. She went to your wardrobe took some clothes and threw them at you.

“Be ready in ten.” And she left your room

The apartment was full. You followed Nat through the bodies that were dancing and went to the kitchen in which were a few people. You recognized most of them they were friends of Nat’s, but you never really had any contact with them since you went a week ago to live with Natasha.

“Guys this is Nef, the new roommate I was telling you about, she’s a diamond so what’s it. Barnes, she has something for you.” She smirked and winked at him.

“Um hi?” you smiled at all of them and at this very moment you met your new squad, Sam, Wanda, Thor, Tony, Steve, and Bucky. And now that you were watching his face and not his profile, he was even more beautiful than you thought.

“Hey, doll.” You looked around, was he talking to you? “Tasha said that you have something for me?” he asked, and half-smiled. He seemed tired but still beautiful.

You handed him the notes you had written previously. “Here are some basic things in Greek because your answers might be cute, but you also suck.” You winked at him and left to get a drink.

He followed you like a lost puppy. “Tutor me then.” He told you and sat at the kitchens’ counter.

“What? No, I don’t know how to do this.” You said. You really had no idea how to make someone else learn what you already know.

“C’ mon Nef, you’re fluent and you’re a smartass you’ll find some way. Please don’t let me fail.” He said with the cutest puppy face you have ever see and you really couldn’t say no. And oh, the way he said your name like it was honey on his lips. You could die right then and there.

“Fine.”

[themoonwatchess-blog]

Hiraeth - 2

Chapter 2 - Our Our Friend, Death

Word Count: 5320 

Warnings: Minor gore, swearing

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Etna, California, the interstate sign reads. Three hours we've been stuffed in this car. Three hours I've been itching to at least walk around... and I'm in desperate need to relieve my bladder. Chester's fingers drum against the leather of the steering wheel, he must be ready to stop for the day too. There's a certain... drowsiness you get after being in the car for so long, your body just begs to lie down after being stuck and crammed in this small car for so long.

"Do you think Etna'll be a nice city or a trashy one?" Chester asks me suddenly, my brain is half asleep and barely registers the question. All I can do is shrug and make the 'I dunno' sound.

"I just hope they have a motel we can stay at."

"Every place has a motel, Brad," He side eyes me from his seat, "We've stayed in abandoned ones before, too, remember?"

"I know," I look down at my feet, "Just forget I said anything."

His eyes glance over me, I can feel their stare. My cheeks burn from exhaustion and how humiliating it is to run away from ourselves like this. Our car stays to the right, merging off the interstate and on to a local highway. Nothing but farmland for miles to see, we're still a ways away from Etna, another good twenty-minute drive, maybe. Corn stalks dart along the highway, they're close to being ready for harvest. Either that or they're already prepping for a Halloween corn maze this year. Maybe it's the latter.

"I wish we had some red beans right now," Chester breaks the silence of the drive, "It is Monday, after all."

It's a tradition for him to eat red beans with a hunk of cornbread thrown in the middle every Monday. He said it was what everyone did down in Louisiana, you'd let the beans soak up some spices while you did laundry. Monday was laundry day too, he told me before. The beans would be nice and soft by the time the chores of the day would be done. I don't understand it, I'm not a Cajun man, but I know better than to break him of his culture.

"I doubt they'll have any," I respond, "Maybe... Maybe we should... go down South after we finish off Washington."

"Maybe," He flattens his lips together, "It's... it's different down there."

I don't ask what he means, he doesn't speak too much of his home. He always says something cryptic about it, said the swamp would swallow you whole if you get lost or how the people who live nearest the river were cursed, practicing voodoo to hex the nearby children. Weird, if our lives weren't so crazy ourselves, I would tell him he was being a fool for believing such fairytales.

Slowly, as we drive, more and more buildings begin to pop up. First, there are just a couple of farmhouses, then a service station, then comes to more residential areas. Next thing you know, we're here in Etna. There's not much to say for it, not the city. But the views are amazing, a mountain looms in the distance, visible from every section of the city. I can't take my eye off the white peak of the mountain and how the clouds mimic the shape of the snow that coats parts of the mountain. The rocks are dark, angry looking against the snow. Below the mountain peak is a dense forest, the trees stand tall and dark against the pristine colored snow. I'm lost in the feeling of homeyness that the surroundings give me, I don't even realize the vehicle had come to a stop until Chester opened up his car door.

"You're a weird one, Brad," He half-snorts while looking back at me. He bends down to look at me, still sitting dumbfounded in my car seat.

He doesn't understand the sense of nostalgia I get from being so close to nature. He was born in the deep south. No, not the type of South you're thinking, not the hill-billy tractor lovers, but the God-fearing people of the bayou; the real southerners. He grew up in the outskirts of New Orleans, his small city was entrenched by the swamp. The only trees he knew were the magnolias or the moss-covered cypresses whose roots were engulfed by the muddy waters of the bayou. His vision of nature will always be that of the swampy, musky bayou of his home, not the leaf daubed hearth of the northern forests.

"As weird as they come," I reply back tonelessly. I follow my boyfriend's footsteps and exit the vehicle, slamming the car door shut. Chester winces as I use a bit too much force in doing so, he reminds me suddenly of how much he loves this car.

A local walks by the hood of our car dressed dapperly in a suit and tie. The jacket of his suit reflects a cool, pastel blue, it mimics the color of the afternoon sky. He wears a fedora the color of a cloud, he lifts his hand to tip the front of his cap.

"Yer new around here?" He asks. I realize now that Etna must be a small city. I glance over at the streets, most people wave to one another as they walk down the sidewalk. Close knitted communities are the worst for me. You're an easy target in them. Everyone knows each other and we're the outsiders, if something bad happens, all fingers will be pointed at us.

"We just came in from Redding," Chester smiles warmly at the man, "We were hoping there was a place to stay—"

"Oh, no worries! No worries!" The man has a booming voice, a peal of half-hearted laughter follows his words, "There's 'n old inn down the road, two little ladies run it. Nef and Frankie. They'd be happy t' help sum folks like y'all."

I'm a little confused on why we're in Northern California and this guy speaks like he's from Texas. Maybe he's new in town too, maybe we're not that much of an outsider here.

"Oh," Chester's smile grows flaccid, he nods with the man's words. His outward personality is... disturbing for me. Extroverted people are too... too nosey, love to talk when all I want to do is leave, "Well, I guess we'll be headed that wa—"

"Before y'all leave," The holds his hands up to stop us from going back to the car, "I'd like t' welcome you officially to Etna. Hope ye two stay fer long."

Maybe he's the mayor, that's why he's greeting us as we entered the city.

"Thanks," I speak up, half-assedly. He catches wind of my reclusiveness and quirks a brow. Chester shoots me a glare for sounding so rude towards him, but nonetheless, we buckle back up in our car.

Chester breathes a sigh as we back out of a parking space and head towards the aforementioned hotel— motel, whatever the fuck that guy was saying. I'm already getting a weird vibe from this place, I have half the mind to tell Chester to drive off and we can find a bigger city to hide out in. We're too easy to... spot... Newcomers in this old town that has seen many generations come and go.

We pull into the parking lot of the building named 'Two Sister's Lodge', the sign is worn and faded of color, but the rest of the building seems to be pretty good, aesthetic wise. I'd consider it on the nicer side of hotels we have stayed at so far. Chester wraps his hand around mine, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand. I look up at him, he's smiling innocently like he always does. I return the gesture and my cheeks dimple at him. We walk hand and hand to the entrance of the hotel and to the front desk. Sure enough, as the sign indicates, two sisters sit at the front desk greeted us with bright friendly smiles.

"Welcome to the Two Sisters Lodge," The lady nearest the desk speaks first. Her hair is dark, her skin is sunkissed and browned, but she wears the color well, "Would you like a room?"

Her name tag reads 'Nef,' her smile is soft and small, yet genuine at heart. She has an... herby smell to her. Pitching together her half-squinted eyes and the bubbly appearance of her attitude, I piece together that she's probably a pot smoker. Even if she were, I wouldn't care, she could be worse. One of our motel managers in a previous city ran a crack den in the back.

"How much do you charge?" Chester asks, not like it matters. Our credit cards get ditched every month, we leave and make new identities before anyone can catch up to us.

"Twenty bucks a night," The other lady says, she seems more... unwelcoming than the other lady. Her skin is pale, pale as the snow that sits atop the mountain, dark circles cover her eyes, "Maid comes in every day to clean the sheets, pick up dirty towels. We've got laundry in house, too."

She wears her hair in a loose, sloppy braid, it rests on her back and follows down her spine. She reminds me of how Chester used to be when I first met him. Unwelcoming on the outside but an actual cutie on the inside. Maybe she just needs someone to help crack her. I assume she must be Frankie, she doesn't wear a name tag, but her outfit fits the color scheme of the hotel and Nef's, so it's obvious she works here too.

"Oh," Chester mumbles, his gaze finds mine. We speak nonverbally, I nod ever slightly, "We'll take a room, then."

"Great," The first sister speaks, "We've got two Queen's beds or two twins--"

"We're sharing a bed," I speak up, her eyes widen at my response and she's left speechless for the moment. I curse myself for saying that, maybe this city is fucking homophobic like some we've stayed in. My worries are put to rest as she offers a kind smile, she writes down something on the nearby ledger before speaking to us again.

"No biggie," She ways it off, "We've got a Queen room, you can see the mountain from the window. Beautiful view."

"Yeah, that'll work," Chester purses his lips as he thumbs around in his pocket for that worn down leather wallet. He flips it open once it is in his hand and pulls out the red credit card. The card holder's name is some guy we made up, 'Chesney Bealleux', it matches our fake IDs for the month. He slides the plastic card across the desk towards Nef, she hands the card to Frankie over her shoulder. Frankie rings up a number on the cash register, dust settles across the keys and fly into the air as she presses the buttons. She hands Nef the credit card and then she slides it back to us, along with a key card.

"Your room is on the second floor, sweeties," Nef smiles, "Stairs are just down that hall. And You just call if you need anything, alright?"

"Wait—" Frankie calls out before Chester and I can walk over to the stairs, "I just wanted to let you know, there's a corn fest going on tonight. It's free and they got free food. You two look like you could benefit from it."

"Do we look that bad?" I tease her, a rose blush quickly fills out her cheeks at my remark. I feel bad, she looks unsettled by my joke, "I'm kidding, what time does it start?"

"It's no big deal," Her words are spoken lowly now, "It starts at six, ends a little before sunset. Somebody said they're having an afterparty when the sun sets though, lots of beer. Plus, uh, y'all been in a car for lord knows how long, it might help you unwind."

"We'll see," Chester intrudes, "We've had a long day, might wanna just sit and relax for tonight."

"Oh, well," She shrugs harshly, "Nef and I will be there, we'd hope to see you goons there."

"You don't even know our names," I speak barely audibly, but she picks up on the words.

"Well," She rolls her eyes, "Let's introduce ourselves— I'm Frankie, that's Nef."

"I'm Brad," I motion towards myself before pointing a finger to my lover, "That's Chaz."

"Nice to meet you." Chester waves with his child-like innocence.

They're... more hospitable than most people we've met in our travels. A welcomed change, for sure. Part of me screams to be elusive like always, but I lock that part away and give in to my human need to socialize.

"So," Nef joins the conversation once again, "Where you two from?"

"Los Angeles." Chaz answers.

That was the truth, it was in Los Angeles that this began. It was Los Angeles where we forged our love. It was Los Angeles that I was attacked by that creature and lay victim to its curse. It was a good home while it lasted, the city suckled and nursed my childhood. It adopted Chester many years ago too. At times I wonder if it will ever welcome us back.

"What're city folk like you two doing in a small town like this?" Frankie knits her brow at Chester's response.

"Got tired of the city life," I answer for Chester, "We don't like to be confined."

She mouths an 'oh' before giving a gentle nod of her head. Her lips tug upwards as another gentle smile warps her lips.

"Seems reasonable," She half-chuckles, "City life just isn't for everybody. That's why I like Etna, it's very calm and quiet. Nothin' bad ever happens here."

"Ever?" I quirk a brow. More guilt creeps in, I remember now that the full moon rises tonight, something wicked might happen tonight.

"Think the only fucked up thing that's happened here was a kidnappin' back in '82, but it all turned out fine."

"Oh," I murmur, "That's... not good—"

"Mmm," She shrugs, "It happens, I guess. But we're a quiet town. I hope y'all stay long."

I frown quietly, I know we will probably have to leave again tomorrow. That's just our fate now, every month is the same. Sometimes we have to leave more, barely staying a week in a city before people catch the drift of us.

"Yep," Chester pops the p, "Well it's starting to get a little late— I think Brad 'n' I are gonna head up to our rooms now if that's alright—"

"Of course, sure," She nods, "Y'all just call us if you need something."

We wave goodbye before we turn towards the hallways. Chester intertwines our fingers as we walk together, he squeezes my palm lightly like he's afraid to lose me. I look over at him with a loving gaze, he makes me forget the worries of the day.

The stairwell is eerie, dimly lit and the stairs creak as you walk up to them. Creepy, reminds me of some stupid 80's horror movie Chester would make me watch every month. He would always bicker at me to just sit and enjoy the movie, but they're always the same.

Chester looks over at me, a shit-eating grin pinned on his lips. He squeezes my hand again, forcing me to look up at him.

"You still owe me a fancy dinner, Brad." He chokes up.

"Whatever," I roll my eyes playfully, "Don't think they'll have any special restaurants here unless you consider Waffle House fancy."

"Waffle House is good, Brad, you wouldn't understand," He adds with a shake of his head, "That was fine dining when I was a kid—"

"That's 'cause all you guys had was a Waffle House—"

"Mmmm, yeah but— It was still very good."

I playfully shove him with my elbow as we reach the top of the stairwell. He opens the door that leads towards the rooms, he extends his arms to tell me to walk in first. The hallway is just as dim as the stairwell, reminds me again of those shitty horror movies. I grab on to Chester's hand again before we continue down the hall. After a moment or two of stumbling around, we finally come to our hotel room. Chester puts the key in the lock, the lock is a bit rusted and it takes a couple of jams to get it open.

Our room is... cleaner than expected. No dust, no bugs. Hell, not even a fucking cobweb. Chester sets our holdall down in the corner, his footsteps sound the empty room. Paper thin walls, fucking great. You can ever every little bump we make, every step and the slightest cough. Chester turns suddenly, facing me.

"Is this okay?" Concern fills his words, his skin pale of color. His eyes are gloss, red lines fill the white area of his eyes, showing the numberless sleepless nights. Tonight is going to be another sleepless night for him.

"This'll do," I force a smile but Chester knows me better, he can see right through me. His features drop and a feeling of guilt washes over, "Chester, it'll do. Don't worry."

"I always worry—"

"I know you do," I huff, blinking my eyes hard in response. I run into his arms, letting his worry wash away as I wrap him in my loving arms, "It's okay."

"What're we gonna do tonight?" He whispers into my ear, I feel his lip tremble against my earlobe. The full moon rises tonight, only a few hours of being human remains for me today.

"We do what we always do," I speak, "Lock yourself in the bathroom and... let me... let me change."

He sighs, though the energy he conveys is one of relief, not fear. We've done this long enough, he worries not about the other people, but instead, he worries about me. He worries I'll end up dead in a ditch, some hunter might come out and spray me with buckshot. He's even made theories of vampires eating me alive. Do vampires even exist?

"Okay," He breathes heavily again, "Okay... Just... Try and be safe tonight, yeah?"

I nod, though we both know I have no control over that outcome. He pulls away from my hold, I watch as he shrinks in his clothes.

"Let's just... Maybe we should— nap or something."

I pose the thought, Chester immediately shoots it down with a forcibly shake of his head. Too much anxiety and adrenaline drums in his blood, it would be hard for him to relax until tomorrow morning when he can wake me up from unconsciousness.

"I don't think I'll sleep," His head falls limp against his shoulders, "You should, though."

"I won't sleep unless you do, babe," I watch as his lips pull into a sneaky smile, he loves when I call him 'babe', "We could just—"

"We could cuddle."

"Oh?" He suddenly takes my hand and forcibly drags me to the bed, "I mean— I don't have anywhere to be... so—"

He doesn't really wait for me to give my verbal consent, he knows I always love to have sweet moments with him. I feel giddy, my heart throbs in my chest.

He gently pushes me down against the comforter. His body shifts on top of mine before he rolls over to the opposite side of the bed. He scoots close to me, our noses touch together, we Eskimo kiss. I bring my hand up and touch his thin cheek, I lean forward and let my lips grace against his. He pushes his lips out so they touch mine, our noses bump into each other. I curse our big noses.

"I love you, Chaz," I murmur into his lips, "More than anything."

"I love you too, Brad," Another kiss follows those words, "I wish we didn't have to live like this. Wish we could just be happy."

I smile though he pegs out the hints of guilt that hide behind my lips. He frowns suddenly, blaming himself for saying such a thing.

"I'm always happy when I'm with you," I touch our lips together once more, I linger near his mouth for a hint of a second, "As long as we're together, Chaz, then we're happy."

He beams towards me, his coffee-stained teeth shine in the dark hotel room. He gets even closer to me, our chests touch together, we can feel each other's heartbeats. They drum as one, finalizing just how much we love one another. I wrap my arms around his skinny figure, he feels brittle in my touch. His own arms stretch and his hands come to caress my cheek. His touch is holy, something that deserves worship. I am the saint in his temple, I cherish his every movement, every touch, every whisper that falls off his lips. All are like a heavenly dream. Perhaps he's the only thing that keeps me only a turn away from becoming a true monster.

He mouths the words 'I love you', a droopiness in his eyes tells me he's ready for a nap. Maybe our little affectionate moment gave him a moment of peace so he could slip into sleep. I reach forward and kiss his forehead and by the time I retract, his eyes are closed and his breathing slow.

"Love you, Chester."

A smile creeps on his lips as the words leave my tongue. A calm before the storm. He shows me his vulnerability, he trusts me with his life, he trusts me enough to see him at his weakest. It had been like this since the day we fell in love since he professed to me the feeling he had. I will never forget that day. I will never forget how our lips danced together that night.

The night approaches, an ache settles deep in my bones. The moon rises soon. I sit on the foot of the bed, my eyes watch over the sleeping figure of my lover. He sleeps in a fetal position, a shiver quivers through him from how cold it is. I hate having to wake him from his peaceful slumber, but I have no choice. He has to be somewhere safe. I lay back down on my spine, my body turns to face my lover. I bring my hand up and softly shake him, hoping he'd be easily awoken.

"Chester," I simper, "Chester, honey—"

He whines before rolling over in the bed, he takes a fist full of the comforter and pulls it over his head. He's like a child sometimes. I try and take the covers off him, but his grip on them is strong. With a sigh, I decide to take more drastic measures. I shake him with a little more force, chanting his name a number of times so he finally wakes.

"WHAT?" He cries out before immediately coming to his sense, "Oh—"

"It's almost time," I whisper. I watch as he rubs his weary eyes, a yawn leaps from his throat, "You've got to—"

"I know, I know," He smacks his lips together while stretching his arms out. He lets the appendage fall limp on top of the comforter, "Be safe."

I force a smile, my eyes turn glossy as the usual guilt from our situation hits me at full force. This is our life now. He chose to stay with me, a fucking freak. I suck on my teeth while I watch my boyfriend finally rise from the bed. He shambles over to my side of the bed, I rise from my spot and instinctively wrap my arms around him in a tight hug. I feel the pain that besets him, as I'm sure he can feel mine too. I let silent tears fall and coat his sleeping shirt. He pulls away from me, his hand caresses my cheek for only a second before he finally leaves to lock himself somewhere safe.

There was no use in trying to lock me up, I always escape. The last time we tried to secure me, it almost cost Chester his life. I broke down a door and trashed the whole room trying to claw at him. I couldn't fucking live with myself if I ever even laid a finger on him with the intention to harm him. So instead, Chester chooses to hide away so the beast won't sense him. It puts others at risk, but what else can we do?

And now, I sit alone in this dank hotel room, waiting for my body to take its unholy, primal form. Moonlight peaks through the paper-thin window shades, the pale light illuminates the room. My vision begins to fade as my mind starts to jumble and the unthinkable pain warps me.

~ ✦ ~

The forest knows death. From the dead leaves that paint the forest ground a musky, rotten brown, all the way to the carrion of freshly killed venison, not even stopping at the bare-boned carcass of a now unidentifiable animal. It never ends, the cycle of death, it continues and continues until we all are left as dust in the wind. Death perfumes the woods, the most primal scent in all of nature. The one thing that is certain in life, it is death.

Two bodies lay against the rotting leaves of the barren earth. Slash marks cover their bloodied bodies, throats torn and innards thrown askew. They weren't unfortunate victims to a starving wolf or bear. No, their meat remains untouched, uneaten. Killed for fun, killed for the thrill. A characteristic common within human nature, the need to feel superior and to give in to your dark urges. However, these markings are inhuman. No mortal man possesses the claws to tear this flesh, nor the strength to break these bones. No, these women were the victims of a supernatural creature, one that hunts when the full pale moon rises.

A tragedy, some would say, but this is just a normal part of life that the forest knows. The forest accepts death, it feeds generations of life. These women, though they lay dying and decaying, are ensuring the survival of many other creatures that call these woods their home. A crow drops down from a barren tree branch and perches down beside the carrion of the corpse. It takes a piece of flesh and eats, absorbing the energy that lays ready to be taken advantage of. The crow flies off suddenly, taking with it another pinch of carrion.

The moonlight has faded, the sky warms as the sun begins to tease along the skyline. Farmers are the first awake, they must tend their crops and slit the ground before another patch of rain comes through. The noise of farm machinery stirs some of the townsfolk who live on the outskirts of town, they are unhappily awoken. The day starts, as usual, children ready for school, parents prepare themselves for work. They are oblivious to the sin committed in the woods. That is until a duo of school children find one of the lady's bloodied jacket thrown far from the body. A metal name tag glistens in the sunlight, a blemish of a bloodstain rims the outer edge.

My lover, Chester, stirs me from my sleep. He gentles shakes my body until I wake, his eyes are glossy and filled with sympathy. No, no, I couldn't have done anything last night, but his eyes tell the whole story. I open my lips to say something, but no words fall out. I just sit there, staring up at my lover with a speechless expression.

"We have to leave," He drips the words into my ears, "I'm sorry."

"It happened again?" A rhetorical question, I know it will only keep happening until the day I die. Chester responds with a soft nod. He tries so desperately to mask his sorrow, he even forces the fakest smile I've ever seen him wear. Maybe he feels guilty for having to wake me up with this news, or he hates having to move so soon again.

"You should shower," He doesn't verbally respond to my question, only tries to change the subject, "You smell like a hound."

I ignore his little comment, only responding by raking him a glare. I stand from my spot on the hardwood floor, my bare body is covered in scar tissue. I wear the scars well, Chester has told me, but I hate every single one of them. I dig at myself during my time as a beast, these marks were from its-- my-- claws. I run my tongue across my teeth, the faint tang of the metallic liquid stings my tongue. I want to believe it is my own blood, but I know better.

I head for the shower, the metal from the showerhead is rusted and the whole bathroom smells like ammonia. I turn the nozzle to get some hot water, but it only gets as hot as lukewarm tap water. I step in, the water turns a pinkish hue as the blood that cascades my body joins with the water from the shower. Chester usually joins me in the shower, but I never let him in when the water runs red like a river of rubies. The water quickly turns cold, thankfully it gave me just enough time to wash the blood off my pale scarred skin. Chester waits outside the bathroom door, he jumps into my arms as I walk out.

"I'm sorry," He sniffles, "I know you hate leaving--"

"Don't be sorry," I move my hands up so I can hold his head, "The fault is mine."

He bottles up a whimper, but he quiets down. He grabs our holdall and we exit the hotel room. We travel down those same eerie steps, into the lobby-- only to find it completely empty. Chester looks over at me with that same look from this morning. It hits, it had to have been them. My lips tremble but I bite down on them to keep him from noticing their emotion. Chester stops walking, his arms wrap around my bone-thin body. He starts up with the mantra of words like 'it wasn't your fault,' 'I'm sorry,' and other white lies that'll keep me from tearing down myself for killing another innocent person.

"Let's just go," I huff. He releases my body and we continue to hurry down to the car before anyone suspects any foul play from us, "I'm ready to leave California."

Chester doesn't say anything as we reach the parking lot and enter our Camaro. A darkness hangs over him, he gets like this every time I kill. I wonder why he puts up with this, I wonder if he's just ready to end it all. He could be free from this right now if he wanted to, he could have me killed or he could just leave me stranded here. Either way, he'd never have to deal with this bullshit ever again. Yet, he loves me too much to leave.

Here we are again, the familiar interstate 5. She knows us well, we traveled her up and down for months now, it seems like every day we get closer and closer to meeting her end. The roads are empty, except for a few late stragglers on the work trail. We speed far away from Etna, it has become another city to feel our curse.

"Where to next?" I ask Chester.

"Ashland," He replies in a toneless way, "It's not too far."

We've traveled up and down California and finally, we have desecrated its entirety. Our next state is Oregon. I want to believe that this could be our last stop, that we won't have to keep running, but both Chester and I know that'll never happen because we can't escape ourselves that easily.

[benjaminreevesart]

WHY DOES FORTUNA DISAPPOINT ME SO?

In November of 2018 DE released its latest OpenWorldTM Fortuna, an update I had been waiting for with bated breath from the edge of my seat since its announcement last year. At the time of launch I was logging in every day just for the chance to be one of the first to experience it.

Now over a month later, I sit here struggling to convince myself to go back. Yes, even after the heist update. A sentiment seemingly shared among many others in the community. So as with all things in life we must ask ourselves… why?

-Aesthetic: they decided to drop this thing in November, so I guess instead of going outside to play in the snow users could stay inside log on to warframe and play… in the snow. Yay.

I find myself missing the familiar exotica of not-africa and its kind-of-alive-but-not-really-except-its-made of-flesh-and-you-can-eat-it-wtf-DE? tower. (that bothers me). Just standing in these updates’ respective hub-areas and listening to the ambiance of the environment speaks volumes. The plains has haggling traders, merchants announcing their wares, wind rustling through the many canopies and tent flaps of hand hade fabric, it feels alive where fortuna feels like a cold mechanical day job. If you say that’s intentional… well, I hardly think boredom is anything to aspire to.

I get that they’re going for a sci-fi-punk feel, but it just comes off as monotonous, hopeless, and impersonal.

-Personal connection: Sure Saya’s Vigil was stupid romantic melodrama, sure onko’s decision is lame, sure it was kinda dumb to give newby players a warframe blueprint they couldn’t build until after reaching the mid-game, but ya know what? It worked.

I know who saya and konzu are, i have been with them on their story, every time I see konzu standing there with his girl I know that is because of me. My journey, my struggle, my effort brought these people together. Its simple its small, its human.

I mean who the hell is eudico anyway, why does she fight? Why caste shade on biz’s origins, and are we just going to gloss over an innocent person getting their head chopped off and their organs harvested in the open fucking street???????? There are constant references to people being “brain-shelved” which I can only assume means they get their brain put in a jar and thrown in someone’s freezer, and we get ZERO resolution for that! I mean sure there are fragments to find and scan, but they don’t really tell us anything that couldn’t already have been inferred. With exception to the relationship between biz and little-duck, not that it seems to play into any of their interactions at all. The business does have his conservation thing, which is a part of his character, an old war veteran understand the fragility of life and working to preserve it through peaceful means. But the spirit of it is robbed when they give the same shtick to the random bird guy from cetus. Why? while I could buy Nef Anyo hunting whole species to extinction for profit, nothing about the setting of the plains suggests the animals are in any kind of danger from the grineer. Its just pointless. I mean you could’ve just used the business for both, maybe he’s building a zoo for critters from all over the system, I wouldn’t have questioned it. Heck, it could even have been a nice little unlock to see the place once you catch one of every animal.

Weirdly enough the one character I think is kind of done right here is ticker. Yeah, the kiosk guy above biz’s shop whose only purpose is to sell you debt bonds so you can increase your standing. Maybe its just a dumb stereotype but I like tickers flair for the theatrical, I find it charming. Plus, his first fragment is so terribly depressingly human it just makes me want to give the poor dude a hug.

But at least there’s plenty of snow in the sandbox… er…

-The sandbox is full: I may not be in the console market these days but there have been a lot of sandbox games as of late, like… ALOT! Its basically the only game Ubisoft makes anymore. A wide-open area filled to burst with pointless shallow time wasting minigames of no real importance. OpenWorldTM. The announcement said Orb Vallis would be twice the size of Eidolon and good god does it feel like it! The very construction of the map itself restricts you from moving around it. With its massive board blocking Tim Burton mountains, and how those same mountains prevent you from utilizing the full freedom of the hoverboard, a new vehicle introduced with the update. Sure, there’s a new pet and new guns, but we already had fishing, we had mining, we had a new faction of peaceful traders and merchants to interact with. Outside of new shooty-tubes and endo dumps I don’t really see what’s so special here, especially when the terrain itself renders the races more chore than a challenge without delivering on any significant or memorable locations. Which is weird since there are interesting set pieces in the Vallis that are just never used. Of all the bounties I did getting to “old mate” rank the only location used was a data vault spy mission. You know, the building with the profit taker on it, yeah, you know the one the worst part of the map. Its built like a maze, is too easy to get lost in, has too many BIG rooms going into tiny vents you need an eagle eye to find, and its just an unenjoyable mess. This is especially infuriating as there are numerous more interesting locals around the map, they could use for practically any of the bounties. But no, its never the big Nef Anyo statue we’re fighting under it’s that damn farm thing again. Its never that cool cavernous road through the mountains, its that same damn bridge right in front of Fortuna. Its never a big base filled with enemies and tons of vertical platforms, its always that one generic outpost just down the road.

-Environmental Story: what’s even worse for the environment is its total lack of connection to the rest of the universe. The Plains weren’t just some vaguely African safari area, it was a battlefield. Haunted with the remains of shattered sentient contained within a massive forcefield that also happened to protect it from the deadly radiation and poisons of the outside world. The strange rocks which dot the landscape are the remains of alien spacecraft and its soils are stuffed with all manner of deadly armaments and tools. So, it makes perfect sense that the grineer or other factions would covet this area for its agricultural and military resources. The vallis just looks like a giant sink of effort and resources that could be put to more productive use elsewhere, doubly so considering it’s the corpus funding the whole operation. Which is even more sad given that environmental stories are the one story telling mechanic exclusive to video games. There is no other medium which allows a reader or a viewer to experience its world at their own pace to seek information in their own ways. Making this literary opportunity not only a waste of warframes universe but of the medium itself.

This is naturally only compounded upon with how the resources of the vallis seem even more restricted to fortuna than the plains did to cetus. The toroids are the worst offence in this, but I think I’ll save my thoughts on this growing problem in warframe for when I get around to covering the jovian concord as the issue of resource gating is more blatant there.

-The warframes: so garuda and baruuk, while I find it strange that DE released two frames around the same time that where functionally immortal, I just find their acquisition boring. Garuda’s main blueprint is just handed to you after finishing the introduction mission, and baruuk is straight up just another item you buy. The only difference between buying baruuk for real money and buying him for in game currency is time, and a lot of it given how rare the resource to get him is. Now I know garas main was given at the end of sayas vigil too but there it was built up as an ancient relic of mystical origin. A man left his wife and home to keep this powerful artifact out of enemy hands, sacrificing his whole life and happiness to keep them safe. You weren’t building just another tank with tits; you were reviving a warrior of legend who slew giants and protected the innocent. Revenant as well, had a deific entity granting visions to a child guiding you to the grave of an ancient warrior who fought and eventually fell to the control of his hated enemy. This might sound like a re-tred of inaros for most of you but at least gara and revenent look their parts, rather than just a mish mash of infested gunk slapped onto a skeleton. Point is worldbuilding matters, especially for the warframes. Being the name-sake of the game they deserve some kind of gravitas behind them. Treating a new warframe like another commodity to be bought off a shelf or passed out like a gold star from kindergarden is just… condescending. At least hyldryn got a boss fight out of her release, which is more of a backhanded compliment when you realize almost every other warframe gets a boss fight by default. Soooo… yeah.

 Conclusion:

Maybe I’m jaded, just sick of snow, or maybe I’m projecting my exhaustion with the OpenWorldTM genre, I don’t know. There are a lot of reasons I find fortuna unfulfilling, but ultimately, I think its this; fortuna and the vallis were supposed to be an extension to the warframe universe, a playground to explore new perspectives and build on its mythos. It didn’t do that. We went from space travelling assassins trying to fight a war on many fronts to make the galaxy a better place, to a plucky resistance force against an evil conglomerate. It just doesn’t fit with the world we’ve already seen. everything “new” that was introduced here may be new to warframe but has been done much better within any title from the cyberpunk genre.

Its really a shame too as just looking a around can be breathtaking at times, some caves and structures are genuinely beautiful to look at. A lot of work was clearly put into this update, just not in the right places. Gameplay has a few upgrades, the environments are pretty if frustrating to traverse, but the story just comes up short. Sure, we can tolerate illogical grinds and only semi-complete mythologies for our new areas, but without a good story to keep us coming back, to tie everything together, its just disappointing.

-END OF LINE.

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Heat with out his alpha (almost)

Sam and Cass were going on a hunt, and Dean was staying at the bunker. His heat was coming soon, so he had to stay behind. The hunt was far away a few states over.

“Uggg, I fucking hate this, can’t go on a hunt just because of a stupid mating cycle!” whines Dean as he hugs Sam and then Cass.

Sam runs his finger through his omegas hair “Dean, it look like it’s just an easy salt and burn, we’ll should be back in a couple of days, before your heats in full swing. How many more days do you think you have?”

“Usually at this point I have a few days”, but this one feels different.

“Dean I promise I will do my best to get your alpha back to you unharmed and as soon as possible.” Says Cass

“Yeah, well just keep my bitch safe” Dean Teases

Sam swats Dean’s ass “jerk”

Sam and Cass leave in the impala. Dean immediately got to work locking every door. They had rigged all of the locks so that only the three of them could get in. He was safe form any alphas and their packs. He had never had pups so he was still venerable to being ‘stolen’ by another greedy alpha.

The first day was great, Dean watched movies and to. Eating junk food, and laying on the couch. He went to bed late after checking in with Sam and Cass.

He slept until he wakes up feeling hot.

Deans POV

“shit, heats coming early. Crap, crap, crap. Mabey if I walk around it will help. I take of my shirt and stared to walk the walls of the bunker. Soon I’m half running, but it helps to get the energy out and I cool dawn enough to fall back asleep. I can sleep in tomorrow”

Dean sleeps in and feels normal until noon. Then he feels the slick stat to leak out. Dean heads to the laundry room to grab one of Sam’s shirts. He grabs the one that bring out both of their eyes. He puts it on slowly, letting it rub against his face.

He heads to their room and grabs Sam’s pillow and smashes his face in the fluff. He inhales the scent of his Sam. His alpha. “Fuck you smell so good Sam, always have, smell even better now after being turned in to a wolfdog. Won’t tell him that I used to do this kind of thing, even before we got together”

Dean drops the pillow heads to the bathroom, and scoops up the towels that he and Sam had used the last couple of days. Then to the living room to grab the blankets off the couch. He makes his round collecting anything soft. If it smelt like Sam it was like a bonus. Finally to the bedroom again.

Dean drops the load on the bed, then climbs on and started arranging everything. He keeps rearranging things for about an hour. “Wait what am I doing? What did that book say? Neffing? Netting? No. Nesting, nesting.im nesting. Must be because I want pups. But dose Sam want them? What if he doesn’t? What if he dose? What if I get pregnant and he doesn’t want them? What if he wants them and I can’t give him any? What if I get pregnant and he does want then and were bad parents, or I lose them? Why am I crawling around in this nest, like a dog dose before it beds down for the night?  I’ve crawled around three times now laying down sounds nice.”

The third day the heat is increasing in intercity. Increasing too quickly, too quickly. Soon the waves are getting more than uncomfortable for Dean. He franticly searches for Sam’s pillow, but can’t find it right away. He throws everything that’s not a pillow off the bed, and finally finds it. His stats pressing it against his crotch. He tunes over on his stomach so he can get more pressure. He lies down on top of it so he can drive his hips in to the pillow, hard enough to feel his hands on the other side. He humps the pillow, and cums. Finally some of the heat energy is relived. It’s only temporary, and the omega knows it.

Dean jumps at the sound of his phone ringing. Sam’s ring tone! He follows the sound of ‘Whole Lotta Love, by Led Zeppelin’ around the messy room. Finding the phone under a blanket. He answers a little to exited. “Sam!?”

“Oh hey Cass! Can I talk to Sam? ”

“What do you mean you’re not done with the case? Thought it was an easy salt and burn”

“Yeah I still want to talk to Sam. put him on”

“Hey baby! How’s my other baby doing, your taking care of her right?”

“You’d better keep taking care of her. So how much longer you think this will take?”

“Olay, just want you home soon”

“No I haven’t gone in to heat”

“Did you just use the alpha voice thing on me?”

“Okay, yes, I lied. I am in heat.”

“I lied because I can sense your rut’s coming just in your voice….And my heat started early…”

“It’s starting to get uncomfortable”

“No. just keeps your head in the game and just stays safe. I can’t have you get hurt, getting all alphaish.”

“Love you to bitch”

The fourth day is painful. The waves are coming hard and more often. Dean doses everything he can think of to ease the pain. He looks up old housewives remedies to help. Most don’t some do. The ones that do work don’t work enough and only take the edge off for an hour or so.

Late in the evening when Dean hears his phone ring again.

“Sam?”

“You’re done with the case! Coming back to the bunker”

“When will you get here?”

“Pleas just hurry. Sammy it hurts”

“If you’ve keep my baby tuned up, she can take a hard long drive straight home”

“You did! You’re awesome Sam! Just let Cass drive if you get tired.”

“Okay bye bitch”

Dean curls up on the bed he knows that soon not much will help him. He needs his alpha. He strokes his cock and gets himself to cum. It barley takes the edge off. Tomorrow will be a painful day.

Dean doesn’t sleep because of the pain that night. He feels the waves of heat hit like a fraught train. The slick is coming out almost constantly. All he can do is lay on the bed.. Wave after wave of pain hits him in the stomach.

Then the delusions start. He keeps imagining Sam and Cass coming home, when they are still hours away. He imagens having pups, and them dyeing, being killed, or his alpha doesn’t  want them. He imagines his alpha, his brother, his Sam laying dead on the floor. He sees Cass dead too. Dean sees them dead and he can’t do anything but will himself to die. He sees their son Jack falling back dead in the cemetery.

Its late afternoon when Sam and Cass get back. Dean hears them pull in. But is it them, or just another delusion of an omega in heat without his alpha? He feels a tug on the back of his mind. Sam is trying to communicate telepathically.

Sam’s POV

“I can smell Dean’s heat from the garage. The smell is intoxicating. But he’s not in here he would have heard us get back”

“Dean?” “no answer”

“I hear Cass call for Dean too, sill no answer. Shit I fucking need him now. my rut has hit its full swing. Deans sent is everywhere and I can’t think straight. He must of ran around the bunker a lot or his heat is stronger than he says”

Sam takes a deep breath as he starts to concentrate.

“Dean?”

“Sam”                                        

“Dean where are you? Your sent is overwhelming and I can’t get a lock on where ya are.”

“Bedroom, get in here now! another fucking wave of heat is coming it hurts like hell”

“I’m coming”

“Well come the fuck faster and fuck me already bitch”

The connection is broken off by Dean.

Sam runs through the bunker then down the hall to their room. He rounds the corner. Dean is curled up, in pain, clutching his stomach. The omega senses his alpha, and his rut. He sets up as his alpha literally tackles him down on to the bed. Sam is already throwing his clothes off. He feels his omegas slick, soaking them both. Dean has striped and is rutting up on Sam. Sam reaches to grab the condoms from the nightstand. Dean slaps it out of his hand.

“Sam I want pups. I want a family”

“Dean this is just the heat talking”

“No! It’s not! I just haven’t told you. I didn’t know if you want them too. Now I can see its obvious you don’t want any “

Sam’s eyes grow wide and his eyes seem to turn in golden. He holds himself high, asserting his authority and dominance. “Dean, that couldn’t be further from the truth!’  He growls. Sam’s voice changes. “give- me-pups-omega” he orders. Chills run down Dean’s spine. “Yes my alpha” he growls back.

Dean pulls the but plug out and throws it over the side of the bed. He needed to be ready the second his alpha returned home. Sam thrusts in. They move in unison as Sam’s knot starts to grow. The knot grows slowly. Finally the knot passes through Dean’s rim and they are tied together. “FUCK SAM” Dean Cums hard with the sweet release of the heat energy.  “DEAN” Sam soon follows at the sight and feeling of his omega withering beneath him. They ride their orgasms, before crumpling together on the bed. Sam moves them so they can lie on their sides.

“So, when did you start wanting pups, a family?”

“When I was with Ben and Lisa I cared for them, but didn’t really love them. I was in love with the idea of having a family. I wanted pups as soon as we were turned and I knew we could. You?”

“You know I always wanted the ‘apple pie life’. “It was soon after we got together. I started to want kids. I didn’t think it would be possible until we were turned.”

“So hopefully I’ll be pregnant after this, Okay you got to admit that still sounds kinda weird” Dean laughs

“Now you know omegas are more venerable and weak during pregnancy. And the first one is the most venerable.”

“Yes, Sam I read too”

“You can’t hunt if you are prego”

“Prego my eggo”

Sam laughs

“Dean I’m serous. You could lose the pups pretty easy the first time around. We’re going to have to limit your time outside of the bunker too. The areas thick with greedy alphas, and their packs. “

“I can at least wait until I’m showing right?”

“I don’t know. Cass and I noticed a lot more wolves out on the hunt.”

‘I can go out if you’re with me right? Other alphas and omegas don’t attack if the alpha mate is protecting them, right”

“I don’t know Dean, but well look in to it.”

Dean tries to move his leg that was pinned under his huge brother. “Hey my legs going to sleep. Mind if we roll over?”

Sam moves them so Deans on top of him. “Hey, wana go again? I want you to fill me up”

“With pups or cum”

Dean runs his teeth over his lips. “Both and you can’t have one without the other”

“Ride me jerk”

“My pleasure bitch’ Dean grabs ahold of Sam’s Hips as he starts moving up and down. They move as one for a time. Eventually Sam growls a warning. He arches up father in to Dean as he cums. Dean groans and throws his head back as he releases covering Sam with another layer of white.

Dean locks eyes with Sam as he rubs his hands in his own cum. Sam hums as Dean kneads the muscles of his abdomen. Dean picks one of this hands up and runs it through Sam’s hair.

“Dude what the hell. What was that for?” complains Sam

Dean just gets more cum and messes Sam’s hair even more. “I’m still your brother, Sammy”

* note*

This got a comment wanting more so it turned in to a long fanficton clled Prego Omego, Will put the next chapter up soon!