#Omega followed suit and it’s one of her favorite insults for them

[here-comes-the-moose]

Echo about Omega: This is my darling baby sister. An absolute sweetheart. My pride and joy.

Echo about the other batchers: These are my stinky little brothers. I found them in the trash one day and they wouldn’t leave.

[generic-sonic-fan]

Team Dark Week: Together/Journey

Summary: Rouge recalls some memories of her unlikely journey to becoming the leader of Team Dark. For @teamdarkweek.

2125 words, no content warnings

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“Hey, Rouge!” Amy waved from the sidewalk.

Rouge landed next to her. “Hey, hun. Sorry not sorry for being late.”

“I figured you would be, so I didn’t worry.” Amy smiled. “How’ve you been?”

“Busy. Now come on, let’s get our pampering on.” She gestured to the nail salon.

“Straight to the point! You’re a girl on a mission as always.”

They entered the salon and were brought over to the pedicure chairs. After removing her shoes, Amy jumped into the cushioned chair and stuck her feet into the pool of hot water below. Rouge followed suite. She activated the massage function and slumped back into her chair. The last mission had been particularly. . . eventful. The massage was doing wonders for her aching wings. 

Amy spared no time describing her latest conquest- a massive haul from her favorite consignment store. Rouge was content to sit back and soak it in, occasionally opening her eyes and glancing whenever Amy had a picture to show of the outfits she’d put together already.

“What about you, huh?” Amy asked. Before Rouge could reply, though, she continued. “How are Shadow and Omega doing?”

Rouge pouted. “How am I supposed to know?”

“Uh, I don’t know, they’re your friends?” Amy shrugged.

Fair point. “They’re off doing their own things.”

Amy twiddled her thumbs.

“You really associate them with me that much?” Rouge asked.

“Well gee, I didn’t think it was that bad of an insult!” Amy replied.

“That’s not what I meant.” She took a breath. “Just that, it only felt like yesterday. . .”

—

“I’m an independent contractor. IN-DE-PEND-ENT!”

“If you’re going to accept my offer, that is going to change.”

Rouge bared her fangs, then turned herself away from the bars of her cell, giving a “hmph!” for good measure.

“GUN agents do not work alone. We can’t risk losing communication with an agent on a vital mission.”

“Vital mission? What ‘vital mission’ are you going to send a jewel thief on, hmm?”

“Might I remind you where you are right now?” The officer paused, presumably making some grandiose gesture at the cell around her. “If you don’t accept our offer, you’re going to be serving jail time.”

“Not for long.” Rouge mumbled. 

“In maximum security, if you keep that up.”

Rouge covered her mouth. “Oops. Silly me.”

“So make your choice. You can stay in here. . . or you can work with us.”

“Alone.”

“You will be assigned a team.”

“No, I won’t. Not if you want my expertise. You sound very desperate if you’re begging for a known thief to join your cause.”

“Indeed, command is desperate, to consider a thief who’s actually been caught.”

Rouge hissed. “Then why don’t you go find a better one?”

The officer paused. “I-”

“Because there is no better one. Do you know why? Because I work alone. I don’t let anybody slow me down. So go ahead and let me rot in jail, if you’d like, but if you want me on your side you’re going to give me what I’m asking for.”

She looked over her shoulder to see the officer looking down. Her grin faded, however, when he tapped a button hidden under his shirt. It was then that she noticed the tiny wire sneaking up to his ear. A voice spoke from his earpiece, but even with her ears swiveled towards it she couldn’t make much out of it.

The officer looked up again. “Fine. We won’t pair you up with anyone, if you agree to be implanted with a chip that will track your location.”

“An implant seems like a lot of work. Why don’t I just have it, I don’t know, sewn into my clothes right here?” Rouge turned around and tapped her chestplate. 

“That isn’t secure-”

“Do you think I’m going to strip on the job?”

The officer stammered a bit, before shaking his head. 

“That would be very unprofessional. Now come on, get me out of here. And get me talking to who’s really going to be in charge of this mission.”

The officer grabbed the keys from his belt and unlocked the door. 

—

For calling himself a genius, Rouge had easily talked her way into becoming essential for Dr. Robotnik's little mission. The “Eggman” wasn’t all he was cracked up to be, pun intended.

But the small black-and-red hedgehog that followed him, Project SHADOW. . . now that was much more of a challenge. It was the sort of challenge that sucked her in, like trying to crack a bank vault or figuring out how to bypass GUN security systems. No person had ever caught her attention like this before. 

She needed to know more. She wanted to pick his brain about all the things she was seeing in his files. That was a stupid idea, of course. She couldn’t afford to get chummy, not when he was her mission. 

—

“Where is Shadow?” Rouge asked as Sonic stepped into the observation room of the ARK.

Instead of a quip, she saw Sonic stiffen. He shook his head. 

A sort of breathless gasp passed over not just her, but the entire room. Tails, Amy, Knuckles, even Eggman, to some extent. They wandered over to different windows of the observatory. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a star shooting down towards the surface of the planet. She froze. 

(If she didn’t look, it wasn’t real.)

Sonic tapped her on the shoulder. She exhaled, tried to paint a normal expression on her face, and turned to him. 

In his hand was one of those golden rings Shadow wore around his wrists and ankles. 

—

The golden band, an inhibitor ring, as she knew it to be now, sat on a shelf amongst her most prized jewels. 

—

Her heart stopped when she saw Shadow in that pod. Even when bullets started flying, she couldn’t get her limbs to work. 

“Shadow!” She cried as he tackled her out of the way. 

“Stay here.” He replied.

She looked over to see the source of the gunfire- some sort of fancy new Badnik model. Shadow lept around the room to avoid its fire. 

“MUST ERADICATE ALL EGGMAN ROBOTS!”

Now that didn’t make any sense. Eggman’s newest and best robot wouldn’t have a destructive streak like this. And the fact that it was currently attacking Shadow, the person that was in the pod, and not her, the intruder trying to steal that person in the pod, meant that-

Shadow charged. The robot put away its miniguns and pulled out a wicked pair of claws. Rouge jumped and flew between them. 

“Hey, hold up!” She screamed as she put a palm on each of their chests.

To her surprise, both parties actually listened.

—

They exited the basement of Eggman’s base. Shadow, now amnesiac. And E-123 Omega, a robot now out for revenge. 

As they exited out into the blue skies and palm trees, both stayed in the doorway. 

Rouge turned back, but any demand for them to hurry up dried on her lips when she saw Shadow’s face.

He blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Blinked again. Stared up into the great big sky above them, as if it might swallow him whole. His quills shivered as the warm breeze blew past him. 

The robot shook too, the metal plating clanging against itself drawing her attention away from Shadow. Behind the glass of his optics, his apertures expanded and shrunk three or four times before settling on a size. There was another noise, besides the wind, something whirring within him. Some sort of cooling fan, maybe.

Rouge was sure that Shadow’s metaphorical cooling fans were going off as well. 

An Ultimate Lifeform and an Ultimate Robot. Both looking like they were about to short-circuit after a ray of sunshine hit them. 

Something in Rouge’s chest clenched, making it difficult to breathe. She pushed it down. “You two ready?”

—

“Thank you for retrieving the Ultimate Lifeform.” The commander said to her. 

Rouge wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at Shadow, who was bristling under the attention of four technicians that were poking and prodding at him.

“All in a day’s work.” She replied. 

“And the capture of Robotnik tech is very impressive. Now that you’ve got it following your orders, order it to accompany the technicians back to the clean room so that it can undergo-”

“I DO NOT FOLLOW HER ORDERS!” Omega snapped. “I FOLLOW NO ONE’S ORDERS!”

“We know, we know,” she made a calming gesture to Omega, not that it’d do much, as she’d learned recently. “He doesn’t work that way. I’d suggest-”

Three GUN soldiers brought their rifles to their shoulders and pointed them at Omega. 

“You didn’t inform us that this one retained its autonomy!” The commander said pointedly. 

“Hey, HEY! Put those down!” Rouge ran in front of Omega. “He’s not gonna hurt you as long as you’re not an Eggman robot! Right?”

“IF THEY WISH TO APPREHEND ME TO OBSTRUCT MY MISSION, I INVITE THEM TO TRY.”

“You heard the robot! Put down your weapons.”

“Agent Rouge, we cannot allow it to simply roam free with its programming still intact.”

“Then I’ll get Sonic’s little squirt to evaluate him! Now put those away before he takes it as a challenge.”

The commander gave a gesture to the soldiers, and they lowered the rifles from their shoulders, only barely.

“Okay, good. Now let’s sort this out-” Rouge said.

“Rouge.”

Rouge whipped around to see Shadow being dragged led off by figures in white.

“Let him go!” she flew after him.

She grabbed his wrist and stopped the senior technician from going any further. 

“Agent Rouge! Explain your behavior at once.” The commander shouted.

“I won’t let you take him away!” She shouted back. “I won’t let you take either of them. They saved my life. They saved everyone from Metal Overlord! I’m not gonna let you dissect either of them- you owe them that much!”

“Both present a danger to everyone in this room if not evaluated.” The commander hissed. “Are you willing to put your reputation on the line for them?”

“Yes!”

The answer shocked her even coming out of her own mouth. She let go of Shadow’s arm and turned to find the commander with his hand on his chin. 

There was nothing left to do but double down. “We’re a team. Team. . .”

All GUN units needed a unit name. ‘Team Rouge’ would probably get an objection from the other two. ‘Team Jewel’ was too cliche. She looked between the two, then down to herself.

“Team Dark.” She said. “We’re Team Dark. We’ll get evaluated together, thank you very much. You’re welcome for our help in saving the world.”

The commander lowered his hand. “Very well. I’ll consider it. Guards.”

As the soldiers swept around them, she now found herself shoulder to shoulder with the hedgehog and the robot. 

She was never doing this again. She wasn’t liking being on this end of the equation, the one with no negotiating power, especially not on the behalf of two unstable superweapons who could decide at any point that she wasn’t worth their time. If she continued like this, she was going to end up dead or in someone’s prison cell or-

“Thank you,” Shadow whispered to her. 

She looked at him. He met her gaze. She glanced back to Omega. He met her gaze, too. 

Any regrets she had were gone as they were escorted down the hall. 

—

“Uhhh, Rouge? Rouge?” Amy waved her hand in front of Rouge’s eyes. 

“Hmm?”

“You, uh, kinda stopped talking.” Amy explained. “You were saying?”

Rouge took a moment to blink the rest of the memories away and remember where she’d left off. “Oh, nothing. Just how it only felt like yesterday since I stuck my neck out for those two idiots.”

“That’s a little mean of you to call them that.”

“And now we’re friends. So much so that it’s the first thing people like you think of when they see me, apparently.”

“Oh.” Amy relaxed.

“It means we’ve got work to do! We’ve got reputations to maintain, you know.”

“A reputation for what? Being broody loners?”

“That’s more Shadow’s speed. And besides, I doubt he has this problem.”

“Knuckles asked him how you were doing yesterday.”

“Well, Shadow’s always the more sentimental of the team. Omega certainly wouldn’t tolerate it.”

“. . . Tails didn’t even have to ask Omega about you guys before he started talking about what you were up to the last time you left him for repairs.”

“Really?”

Amy nodded. 

“Well,” Rouge looked down at her lap, “then I suppose everyone knows.”

“Knows what?”

“That we’re better off together.” 

Amy’s eyes lit up. “Awwwwww! See? Aren’t friends the best?”

Rouge rolled her eyes and whispered to herself, “despite everything.”

[usagirln12003]

Mukuro Ikusaba: Hogwarts AU

Mukuro Ikusaba is a Pureblood witch that was born on the 24th of December 1970and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1982, being sorted into Gryffindor House.

She had a Blackthorn wand with a Dragon Heartstring core.

Her Patronus is a Snow Leopard.

Her favorite subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts and her least favorite subject is Astronomy.

Mukuro has a cold, serious expression and a reserved personality. She is completely indifferent towards other people unless it's her sister Junko. Unlike her sister, she doesn't take any sadistic pleasure in hurting or killing people, but at the same time, she shows little concern for other people's suffering, regarding them more as tools such as when she was surprised Junko made all of the brainwashed students commit suicide despite how useful they could have been. She is mentioned to have never held much interest in the world outside of Junko before her time at Hogwarts, and is perhaps the only Ultimate Despair member who is not obsessed with either hope or despair.

Contrasting when in her Junko disguise, she maintains a more upbeat "valley-girl" style persona, such interjecting "like" and "totally" into her sentences and speaking in a more haughty demeanor. She's friendly, albeit pushy, and even claimed Makoto is an "omega male" due to his passive nature when she spent time with him. Her persona is mentioned to be based on a script Junko made for her, and while not a reflection of her true personality, it speaks to how Mukuro views her sister and thinks how she would act.

While she is able to fool her classmates during their time at Hogwarts, she slips up several times when she lets her guard down. For example when speaking to Makoto on a date in the Herbology Greenhouse she mentioned missing her ghillie suit quickly correcting that it was an "Oscar the Grouch" suit instead. Other examples are one of her favorite presents being the "Ration" item, enjoying any and all kinds of food noting she's not picky when it comes to it, and mentions being a member of the Dueling Club.

Mukuro is extremely loyal to and loves her younger twin sister Junko and follows her every order, no matter what it is or how Mukuro feels about it. This includes, but is not limited to, breaking and entering, kidnapping, committing murder, physical, assault, performing lobotomies and so on. She is also very protective of Junko, seen when she tried to attack Izuru when he stomped on Junko and voicing concerns if she feels her sister will come to harm. However, in turn Junko is cruelly abusive towards Mukuro, often physically, emotionally and mentally tormenting her in a variety of ways, such as insulting her looks and weight, hitting her with a bat, and taking advantage of her insecurities.

Due to the constant abuse, Mukuro developed a deeply and unhealthy sister complex. She turns ecstatic and feverish when thinking about or explaining Junko's relationship with her and despair, considering her own relationship with Junko special because she truly is the only one who understands her. She claims that is why Junko needs her, though she's pretending she hadn't realized it yet, believing Junko is "shy". When gushing about this to an amnesiac Ryoko Otonashi, Ryoko is deeply disturbed and concluded that Mukuro's feelings for her sister are definitely not normal.

She also finds pleasure in Junko's attempts to harm and kill her, believing that her sister will experience tremendous despair if she succeeds, and to Mukuro, that means she loves her in turn.

Despite her dedication to her sister, Mukuro expressed some hesitancy towards their end goal. The last time she hung out with Makoto before her death, she vaguely alluded to concerns of maintaining the "same dream" her entire life since childhood. She wondered out loud to Makoto about changing her dream or even finding one of her own. Ultimately, this doesn't stop her from moving forward with Junko's plans and her subsequent death.

Mukuro is capable of befriending and becoming attached to her classmates though. However, in both instances she still cares deeply for Junko even as her bonds with her other classmates deepen. When she talks to Izuru she claims she'd be extremely distraught if ordered to kill them, and would still do so, but she questions and eventually decides that if she were to bring true despair to her sister as Junko wanted to experience, she would ruin her plans and go against her orders.

Junko has mentioned that Mukuro developed romantic feelings for Makoto during two years at Hogwarts (and the narration further states that Mukuro had considered asking Junko to exempt him from the Killing Game before her execution) but could not bring herself to act on them.

[waiting4inspiration]

Just Try VI (Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader)

Summary: During a party thrown by Tony, you bump into your ex, sending Bucky into a protective state after a few insults are said about you.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, meet the asshole ex-boyfriend...

Just Try Masterlist II Marvel Masterlist

The days following the first day of your heat, Bucky refuses you to leave the room. Practically jumping up every time you needed something, he would be the one to get food and water. He was tense the whole week of your heat especially when someone would just walk past your room. 

You found this somewhat sweet. The way his shoulders would perk up when he heard footsteps outside the door and how he would start to breathe heavily when Nat would stop outside to check up on you. She did this on purpose though to tease Bucky.

But when you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, his head would snap right at you before devouring your face and neck in kisses. His new favorite place to kiss is now over the scar on your neck binding you to him; just like your new favorite place to trace your fingers over is the scar on his neck binding him to you.

The day your heat ended, you were determined to get out of the room no matter what Bucky said. Outside the room, his arms never left your body. They were either wrapped around your shoulders when you were walking or wrapped around your waist when you were standing. Wanda told you that it’s completely normal for an alpha to act like this for a few days after bonding. It’s basically like a honeymoon phase.

Weeks later, he finally relaxed around the entire team and allowed you to get some work done in your lab. You two had made an appointment with a doctor in a few days time to talk about your options to have pups. You were a bit anxious as the day drew closer but Bucky was always there to calm you down saying that he doesn’t care what happens. 

Tonight, Tony’s having some sort of gala. You weren’t sure what the actual occasion is because he used big words that made you lose interest right away. Nonetheless, he forced everyone to make an appearance at the event. Apparently, it was going to be quite glamorous with a few important people showing up. 

As you finish the final touches to your make-up, you watch Bucky in the mirror walk up to you. He wraps his arms around your waist as he places a kiss on your neck. “Don’t you dare ruin my make-up, Barnes,” you say with a stern tone as his lips work their way up to your jaw. 

“Doll, you could wear nothing but this shirt and people won’t be able to keep their eyes off you,” he whispers, tugging at the shirt that’s actually his. “Can’t imagine what they’d do with that dress you plan on wearing.” This time, a small growl leaves his lips as he pulls you into his chest.

Giggling, you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck. “Well, at least I have you to scare them off, alpha.” He smiles down at you before kissing you roughly. 

Pressing you against the counter behind you, his hands grip your hips tightly when you pull away. Sneaking out of his grip, you walk towards the dress on the bed. “Come on. Tony won’t wait for us.”

Tony wasn’t kidding when he said it was going to be glamorous. You barely recognize the bar room when you step out of the elevator. It’s already filled with people drinking and talking, some you know but most you don’t. 

As you walk deeper into the room - scanning the face that fills the room - one face makes you stop dead in your tracks and fear to spread through your entire body. Noticing your distress in your scent, Bucky looks down at you and places a comforting hand on your back as he leans down. “What’s wrong?” he whispers in your ear.

Looking up at him for a second, your eyes look back at the familiar person. Nodding towards the person, Bucky follows your gaze. “It’s William.” His jaw tensed at the name, now knowing exactly why you’re distressed. “My ex.”

His hand travels down so that he can wrap his arm around your waist protectively, resting his hand on your hip. He now glares at the man he hardly knows. But he knows what he’s done to you and it’s enough to make Bucky want to punch him in the face. 

Shaking your stare at your ex, you look up at Bucky with a small smile on your face. “I’ll be fine. I promise,” you say, placing a hand on his face to break his death-stare. 

Sighing, he leans into your touch before nodding his head. “I’ll get you a drink,” he says, grabbing your hand to give it a small squeeze before walking towards the bar. 

Spotting Nat in the crowd, you start to make your way towards her. “(Y/n)?” The voice that calls your name makes your heart stop and your blood to run cold. Slowly turning around, you force a smile as you see William making his way closer to you. “Wow. It’s great to see you.”

Biting your lip to stop you from insulting him, your arms cross over your chest. “Yeah. It’s been a while,” you say instead once he reaches you. “How’s Emily?” The bitch you left me for.

“I wish I knew,” he says, throwing you off slightly and a frown to crease your forehead. “We’re not together anymore. Turns out she’s been seeing other alphas.”

Yeah, well you deserve it, asshole. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” you fake sympathy but inside you’re shouting in happiness. “What about the pup?”

He shrugs his shoulders as he places his hands in his pockets. “Wasn’t mine.”

Karma, you’re my new best friend! It’s hard to stop a smile from spreading and you have to lower your head to hide the joy you feel at the justice being served right now. It felt so good for him to have gone through all this after how he treated you. 

“I see that you’ve found someone,” he points out, making you place a hand over the mark on your neck. “Is he here?”

Struggling to find the words, you jump when a sudden hand lands on your lower back and your eyes to snap up at the sudden figure beside you. It’s Bucky, making relax and look back at William who has hard eyes staring at Bucky. “Will, this is Bucky.”

“Her alpha,” Bucky speaks with a rough voice, pulling you closer to him.

William chuckles, licking his lips as he glances down at his feet before looking back at Bucky with an amused look on his face. “I must say, you’re not at all what I expected,” he chuckles, making you shrink into Bucky’s touch as you hear the plates in his metal arm shift as he clenches his hand.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky questions, pulling his arm away from you as he steps forward, sizing up William and drawing the attention of the people around them.

Though William is quite big and strong himself, Bucky would definitely win in any fight between the two because of his previous training. Something William would never have and could never match. 

“I thought you’d look like someone who was desperate,” William chuckles, pulling his hands out of his pockets as he matches the stance of the soldier in front of him. “But you look like someone who could do so much better than her.”

His words cause Bucky to snap, grabbing him by the collar of his suit. Calling out to him gently, your voice prevents him from bringing his fist down on William’s face. Steve and Tony push through the crowds and stand on the outskirts ring that has formed around the two alphas.

Steve looks at you for a moment with concern but you give him a smile and nod, telling him that you’re fine. “You better watch what you say about her around me, buddy,” Bucky says, letting go of William before turning around to walk to you.

“Has she told you that she’s infertile?” he questions, making Bucky lift his head. You notice the look of pure anger in his eyes and you shake your head to tell him to not do anything stupid. “She’ll never carry your pups.”

As a loud growl echos through the room, Bucky turns around and punches William right in the jaw. William looks back at him before trying to punch him too. When Bucky stops his hand with his metal hand, William looks at him with a shocked expression. His eyes shifted from the metal hand to the enraged alpha as Bucky pushes the hand aside. 

Tony finally decides to intervene in the fight before it can get out of hand. “Alright, that’s enough. I don’t need any of you breaking anything,” he says, pushing the two men apart.

Grabbing Bucky’s arm, you pull back and away from the center of the circle. You know it’s best to get him out of the room and away from William. Bucky keeps his eyes on you, focusing on your scent that always calms him down. 

“What good’s an omega if you can’t breed her?” William shouts, making you cringe as Bucky’s hand tightens around your wrist.

Glaring back at your ex, you quickly glance up at Bucky before pulling out of his grip and walking towards the arrogant alpha being help back by Tony. Standing in front of him, you stare at him for a moment before punching him. 

It wasn’t something he was expecting and the force of the punch sent him to the ground, stunning everyone around you including Tony. Without another word, you walk away from the down alpha, grabbing Bucky’s hand as you make your way to the elevator. 

When the doors close, you grab his face in your hands as kiss him feverishly making his grip your hips and push you against the cool wall. “I love you,” you whisper when you pull away, resting your forehead against his. “And I love that you would beat someone to a pulp for me.”

He chuckles at your words, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. “I love you too, doll. And I love how you have the nerve to punch an alpha,” he laughs, making you laugh with him before he places his lips back on yours.

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[stardust9905]

No because i'll bet calling them "stinky" started out as 100% literal given the state of their barracks (and probably the Marauder too) lol; and then fully developed into an inside joke referencing literal stench and their reckless/deviant natures 💀😭🤣🤣🩷

Echo about Omega: This is my darling baby sister. An absolute sweetheart. My pride and joy.

Echo about the other batchers: These are my stinky little brothers. I found them in the trash one day and they wouldn’t leave.