#and have ideas for Nor and Swe

[hws-lceland]

im cringe but im free

[sunnylolli]

you need to tell us more about that au😭

I would love to!! 🥹

It's gonna be a long one, so for organisational purposes, I'll put it under a read more! 🫰

I've had it lying around collecting dust for a while, but it's an au where Norway and Sweden meet Denmark some time in year ~560.

(It must be said that I'm roughly estimating their ages, since technically southern Sweden and Denmark were the first to be inhabitet after the Ice Age and at the start of the stone age. I headcanon them to be born a few years apart, some time around year 400, when settlers began to get a sense of connection to the land. Both Sweden and Denmark would've first been associated with a certain few tribes. Then Norway came a bit later, also attributed to a handful of tribes.)

They meet in southern Sweden, because Denmark's managed to figure out his way across the strait from sealand and he wanders about until he stumbles upon Swe and Nor and all three instantly know that:

1. Den's like them and 2. Den's from across the strait

They don't exactly hit it off, because Swe and Nor felt much more alike to each other than they do towards Denmark, so they're not very welcoming and it ends up with Denmark being chased out to go back home;

Just for him to come straight back, better prepared this time, because he's determined to make friends that are like him, that won't die in 50-70 years.

So, Den essentially chases Swe and Nor down for a while, (Which, y'know, impressively stubborn of him, since he's going to navigate fjords and actual mountain-terrain by himself, when his own land is basically a disk)

until eventually he catches up and he demonstrates as peacefully as possible with body language that he isn't dangerous and that he just wants to be friends.

Which Norway understands and relays to Sweden who seems incredibly sceptical.

But they don't exactly understand each others' tribal languages, so they can't really communicate very well; That is, Sweden can't interrogate him and Denmark can't explain himself any better than smiling assuredly and putting his weapon down.

They don't chase him away though, so that's a win. And they do eventually allow him to walk around with them.

And he begins to grow on them, they begin to exchange words and sentences, Sweden bridges the trust for Denmark, when Denmark hauls him out of a river and Denmark bridges the trust for both of them, when they stick around and set up camp around him to wait for him to ressurect after dying from a fever.

Year 700 and they're all taller, tribes have massively grown larger and more widespread and Denmark decides he should go back to see what's become of the tribe he left behind. And because they're parting ways for who knows how long. To them, it might as well be forever, Denmark comes up with the brilliant, very emotionally charged idea, that they should make a blood bond.

They're not at all blood related, they've forgotten who their parents are.

They find a tree stump with a small slit parting down the middle of it, kind of like it has been struck down by lightening and Denmark mimics the motion of cutting his hand then shakes his own hand to signify that that's what they're going to do.

And they do it.

And Denmark can't know it, but both Sweden and Norway are equally as dead serious about this pact as Denmark is. They do genuinely care for each other and while Denmark's the only one maybe crying a little bit, Sweden and Norway's definitely not having a picnic either.

They have a dramatic oath-giving, the kind only 13 year olds can make to look that dramatic and say:

"I swear to be your brother as long as blood runs warm in my veins and until Ragnarok makes everything into nothing. I will be your blood, I swear it."

And they part. Denmark sails back to, well, Denmark, and later on, Norway leaves for his own tribe, now that it seems more ice has melted and people are moving further up north. And he feels urged to follow along.

The next time any of them cross paths again is in Kalmar 1397, when Sweden and Finland are joint, and Norway and Iceland are joint as well, meaning the three of them are suddenly not just the three of them anymore.

All of them are more or less grown up, they're all dressed differently, they all speak differently and now they're being put into a personal union, because their nobles and magnates found it to be more convenient for the distribution of power (And money).

So it's a happy time in the beginning, because they're all united again, they speak more or less the same language and can understand each other for once. They learn each others' human names, and that they've changed a bit (Björn to Berwald, Asger to Mathias, Rune to Lukas) but it very gradually becomes preeeeetty awful-

With Sweden constantly being nagged at by his magnates and nobles and his aristrocrats and his farmers

Denmark being haggled for not doing enough to continue expanding into Sweden by his monarchs and Norway holding on by a thread with the tax raises and trying and failing to alleviate tension between Den and Swe-

By the time the Stockholmian bloodbath comes around (Something I'm sure Christian 2 had not told Mathias was going to happen) it's really the last straw on top of an entire haystack for Sweden, to very promptly leave.

Which is the last straw in a haystack of pressure for Denmark, who then decides to respond with the nordic seven years war and the kalmar war in an attempt at hauling him back in. It fails, though.

They don't talk for a good while after that.

Denmark and Norway stick together for a bit, with Iceland, but Norway goes to be by himself instead of living with Denmark and the times the three of them are in the same room due to politics and what not, Swe and Den very pointedly don't speak to each other and Norway and Denmark have a bit of a stilted way to talk. It's... Really kind of a depressing. Napoleonic wars happen, England bombs Copenhagen and snatches his fleet and Norway ends up leaving, just to unionize with Sweden and Denmark is really just not doing very well after that.

Just because I feel like this is already really really long, I'm gonna skim over the remaining history things;

History happens, Denmark doesn't do great for a good while, he loses Slesvig, his king throws him into really bad poverty AS WELL as inpopularity throughout the entirety of Europe and it's really rock bottom when he shows up at Berwald's house to apologize and check how he's doing. Which doesn't go well, by the way, but it goes better than it could've gone- Berwald doesn't kill him, he's close to, but he doesn't kill him. He doesn't want to talk to him either though, so Mathias goes back home to sulk in his own house.

He does begin to receive letters though, from Berwald.

They're not consolidation at all, they don't address their fight or their tension or everything else that puts them on bad terms, but they just read about how the harvest was this year and what Berwald's been eating. How the weather's been, that he's taken up a hobby.

Very trivial stuff, that Mathias latches onto and responds to in kind. Talking about his own trivialities as if nothing's wrong at all. And it does help lift his spirits a bit, and he does reach out to Lukas as well and gets their wrinkles smoothed over enough to feel like they're okay and much less estranged.

Berwald and Mathias, when they meet again some time nearing world war 1, Berwald holds his hand out for Mathias to shake.

It's the same hand and the same way they shook hands doing the blood bond, because it's Berwald's left hand he holds out, instead of his right. He doesn't really say anything, he's gone much quieter over the centuries, but it's really not very hard to see a truce when it's held out to him and Mathias grasps it, just a bit foggy eyed, with his own left hand and shakes on it.

Norway comes around more often and he talks about Iceland and jokes about Sweden and how weird Denmark's new way of speaking is.

And Sweden and Denmark don't stop with the letters.

They celebrate midsummer together for the first time in the 1960s.

[snifekinner]

love the idea of ice being more sensitive than the others❤️ but I bet if it got really bad, norway would comfort him🥺😔❤️

do you have more headcanons?💛

i have SO many headcanons bro the nordics have been my faves for getting on like 10yrs and i love the whale bros especially due to their emotional fuckwittery.

- while swe and den will tease ice in more normal ways which he can deal with, nor specialises in a kind of blunt, monotone, repetitive teasing which really pushes ice's buttons. like when i was 10 my older brother would use "cool" as a withering put down and you couldn't complain about it because out of context it didn't make sense why that was so annoying. as anyone with siblings will know, sometimes it's all in the tone and attitude.

- ice is more sensitive due to his age/comparative youth compared to the others/the whole volcano thing (easily riled up) so he does get tag teamed a lot but equally if den or nor are giving him a hard time one of the others is likely to join the fight on his side.

- swe doesn't tend to start shit but he can handle himself well if he gets pulled into it.

- den starts shit all the time, has no idea how to de-escalate or when to knock his shit off, and often cannot take what he dishes out.

- nor starts shit all the time as well although is better at making it look like someone else did and is fairly unflappable himself.

- ice starts shit without meaning to and then regrets it.

- fin doesn't start shit but is very good at finishing it. he gets ripped on a lot and is secure enough to take it, in the knowledge that he could beat any of their asses if he chose.

[95jezzica]

Smol Nordics ÒwÓ

Please feel free to take a moment to imagine the toddler Nordics and baby Iceland.

Picture Sweden as the youngest of the Nordics except for Iceland, but being treated as the oldest by humans and being told he "should know better" simply because he grew up tall, so fast. Simply because humans thought he LOOKED oldest. 😢

Imagine Iceland doing incoherent babbling and toddler Sweden answering back as if Iceland just gave the best idea/advice in history. 💖 xD

Norway and Denmark thinking Sweden sounds like an old man doing it. 😂 xD

Finland suspecting Sweden actually understood Iceland's baby-talk. 😂 xD

Imagine toddler Sweden's shy ass hiding behind a big rock, only his head sticking out, while glaring at humans passing by in an attempt to see what kind of people they are... and accidentally scaring the living daylights out of the humans when they suddenly see the glaring eyes stick out over the rock. 😂 xD

Then picture Norway having toddler moments where it looked like he was floating/flying around while "sitting", when in reality he just got special treatment and was carried around by his troll friend. 😂

Also, Nor's troll absolutely helped out with carrying Iceland at times before Nor/Den/Swe/Fin were big enough to carry Iceland themselves. 💖w💖

Once they were big enough to carry Iceland themselves, the most common fight between Norway and Denmark was who would get to carry Iceland - while Finland tried to act as the peacemaker. While they were busy fighting, Sweden usually just picked up Iceland and started walking away, knowing the rest would eventually realize they had been left behind and hurry after to catch up. 😂 xD

Iceland's own favorite people to be carried by were Sweden and Finland. Sweden because he was the tallest, and Finland because he was both the strongest and softest. 💝

Norway is the best fisher of the Nordics, Finland the best hunter and berry finder, Denmark the best camp-guard. Part of how Sweden eventually became the best builder is because he usually ended up staying behind to prepare their camp for the evening and baby-sit Iceland.

The Nordic Iceland turned to usually depended on what he needed that moment. He would always turn to Norway for food and good stories, Denmark when he had nightmares, Sweden for scraped knees and sweets, and Finland for general comfort and moments of less over-protectiveness.

As destined "baby brother" of the family Iceland got camp-duty with Sweden once he became a little older (to keep him out of danger), where Iceland mainly helped helping Sweden with things like feeding the fire/keeping an eye on the cooking or laying out their bedrolls for the night.

Norway always slept between Denmark and Sweden to avoid petty fights between the two. 😂 Finland usually climbed a tree and slept in it, feeling safer from wild animals in the oak- and fir trees.

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[doueverwonder]

Can I hear more about your OC's? Doesn't matter who, it can be any

YES YES YOU CAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

okokokokok so this is going to be SO disorginized but i'm gonna talk about my hre oc bc the only canon character i truly hate is hre i want to punt the child

her human name is Adelheid Dietrich but she regularly just goes by Heidi. Her first name means Nobility, and her last name means Ruler of the people; very fitting name for how much power she held in Europe for so long.

Her parents are Gaul and Germania, she very notably was never very close with her mother, and very close with her father until the the last few years of his life. (The Saxon wars, and Heimeric's own refusal to convert contributed to the deterioration in their relationship but that deserves it's own post) I don't have her exact year of birth pinned down yet, but sibling wise she is between Austria and Switzerland. Roderich being a few years older, and Aldrich being a few years younger. Heidi is only 1 of 2 girls in the family and was fiercely protective of Belgium, even as adults, if anything happened to Bel she would regularly blame herself for 'letting' it happen. She had decently rocky relationships with most of her siblings, but would get in screaming matches with Denmark over the most insignificant things. Reasonably bitter because she did end up substitute mom for about half her younger siblings, specifically Netherlands, Belgium & England. And she should not have had to do that. Eldest Daughter Syndrome(TM) personified. Would get into an argument with Dan, Nor, and Swe not long after their father died that would consist of "Everything i've done to keep our family together and this is how you thank me? 'No'? Just because you don't want to? Do you know all i've given up? I didn't get a childhood. But it's fine. Do what you want." v much a The things she said weren't right, but the emotions she was having were definitely there.

She was terrified of death. Just from the moment she gained consciousness she couldn't think of anything worse then running out of time. And tbh that's probably what drew her to Christianity, and kept her there, the idea that death wouldn't be the end, and it would be a happy after. John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, so that everyone who believes in him might not perish but have eternal life" She's sold before the missionary can say anything else. That didn't stop her from being independent to a fault, which is where Lutheranism came into play; she was tired of being under Vatican's thumb (for lack of better term) so the moment the Reformation came around she was on board with that too. But all of that isn't to say she didn't have a complicated relationship with religion especially after a relationship--that i'll get to in a minute--constantly held it over her head as the whole reasoning for why she shouldn't do certain things; and it always worked because nothing scared her more than the idea that doing something would send her to Hell.

Anyway on romantic relationships; she was super queer. Would probably identify as bisexual in the year of our Lord 2023. She only ever had 2 notably relationships with other personifications; the first was with Czechia. It was very secretive, they were young, and dumb, and swore they would love no one but each other. (I actually wrote a little thing about them here). It somewhat obviously did not work out, because Heidi was scared of someone finding out about them, and after almost a century of being together she thought someone was getting to close to figuring it out; Adéla tried to insist it would be fine. Heidi panicked came up with a plan, and got Adéla to agree to it without telling her what it was. Within a couple months not a single person thought Adéla and Heidi were together... no they were too busy talking about how Clemens (Vatican) had supposedly broken his chastity vow and 'you'll never believe who for.' That was the end of her relationship with Czechia; it wasn't supposed to be. But it was.

Her second one was also a 'secret' but everyone knew about it. (so side note on my Vatican oc; remember he was born to represent West Rome and his land claim diminished as his children came along. Until eventually he picked up the title of the papal states then Vatican/Holy See). They met long before their 'romantic' relationship started, when Germania brought his at the time only daughter along to Rome and Vatican decided he just had to have her, and the sons of Rome usually get what they want. When they were very young they had a psuedo-relationship that really just happened because it was the first time they thought someone was cute and the other person thought the same. When she slept with him to cover her and Adéla's tracks, it was calculated. She had to have proof, and she had to have one or two people who she knew would talk have an inkling that it happened so rumors would start. What she didn't count on was him still having some of those feelings from hundreds of years earlier, she assumed he'd moved on completely. His children had to have come from somewhere. But now that Czechia didn't want anything to do with her she thought 'fuck it' and went along with a relationship that she didn't really want, but by now wasn't going to refuse either. And they would just stay that way, off and on, usually just sleeping with each other not much actual substance, but not so little that either would leave. They were just Stuck.

Jumping forward a bit to her death, she and Germany had a little less than a month overlap. He was born July 12th, 1806; and she died August 6th, 1806. She was already very sick when he was born, but asked to see him every day without fail. Austria told her eventually that he was sending Germany to live with Prussia, deemed he would be safer anywhere but Vienna. She argued with him over that, for a long time; insisted she wouldn't trust Brandenburg or Prussia to rear a child if they were some of the last people on earth. Austria got fed up, told her Germany was his son and he would do whatever he wanted with him. She argued back Germany was her heir, and she believed her heir should be raised in Vienna, not Königsburg, not Berlin, not Potsdam, Vienna. The argument stood until her death two weeks later, Austria to this day wishes he hadn't told her.

Everyone in the house knew about Heidi's fear, there wasn't a single person in Europe that didn't know about it. They all waited for something to register, for it to kick in that she more than likely wouldn't be making it another month, much less another year. But it never did, August 1st she got better, and for a solid two days she was even out of bed; it was during this Austria and Prussia caught her giving Germany a little speech.

"Now, you'll be taking over my job. I'm not promising it's an easy one because it isn't. The ones under you are insane, every last one, constantly fighting and they're changing all the time; every time you turn around someone new will have shown up, or someone else will have disappeared. I hope not too many disappear on you, but eventually you get used to it, and not in a sad way, in a "maybe they're off living their own life without the responsibility of thousands of peoples lives now". Unfortunately the annoying ones stick around the longest, your father is one, your uncle Gilbert is another. Saxony, Bavaria, Hesse, Brandenburg etc.. you'll have to get used to them, I don't think they're going anywhere. I know your parents are worried for you right now, but I'm sure it's completely unfounded and they're just dramatic. You'll be just fine... I wish I could stay to watch you grow up, i'm sure you'll be in charge of this whole continent eventually. You have to promise you'll make your family talk about me, don't let them be too sad about it, I want to be known as the interesting aunt not the one who died when you were a baby. Can you promise me that Ludwig?"

after those two days she got bad again though, worse than she was initially, and three days later she passed away. The moment they were waiting for never came, she didn't seem scared about the end; she put in her will someone has to make sure whoever killed her knew that she wasn't scared.

[ifindus]

FINDUS!!! Okay, so you know how we've discussed how Norwegians have surnames more based on where they are from rather than "[name]'s son" like Sweden (& Denmark) used to have? Anyway, I suddenly got ENLIGHTENED with an idea recently about that: Nordbror. What if that's what (accidentally) ended up as Nor/Den/Swe's (and Ice's) surname? It highlights both the fact that they're from the North, but also their relationship with each other (brother) - a mix from all of them. OwO . Bonus: Inside joke about "söte/søte bror". xD . - What do you think? OwO . Idk why, but my brain is really starting to gets stuck on that name now. xD

okay I love that as a play on "søta bror" actually 🥺🥺

Unsure about how it would work as a surname though? It's the "bror" that's throwing me off I think 🤔

[fireandspiceland]

Do you have any Nyo Sufin Hc's of Nyo Nordic polycule hc's ?

That's such a good question actually, I don't think about the nyos a lot in general but somehow I really enjoy the idea of a nyo nordic polycule so thanks for stimulating my brain I guess :D

I think sweden is the only nordic with a canon design (tall, glasses, long straight blond hair, no as 'scary' looking as her male counterpart) so that's the look I imagine for her. I hc nyo finland as short and chubby, somewhat round and soft with shoulder-long blond hair and rosy cheeks, very cottage core if that makes sense.

They are opposites in many ways, but they both share their love for the simple things in live. Homemade food (especially pastries!), long evenings with each other and their girlfriends, a little house of their own with a garden to grow vegetables and fruit and flowers. I feel like this sounds very cliché but that's definitely what I hc for them <3

Since you sent this to my nsfw blog I guess I should also talk about how else they spend their evenings and that being said I think the girls are a lot softer but in no way less creative than the boys. Naturally they own a couple of toys (and the collection qudruples when they move in together with nyo den and nyo nor) and one of nyo fin's favourite evening activities is teasing nyo sweden by having her kneel in front of her and rubbing a wand all over her pussy and lips and clit just to pull it away when she's getting too close. Nyo sweden makes the prettiest noises, so who is nyo fin to blame. Also this position is perfect for her to grind against her partner and to play with nyo sweden's sensitive nipples. Usually nyo fin is the more dominant part in their relationship, but sometimes she also likes to slacken the reins and let nyo swe worship every last nook and cranny of her body until nyo swe's lips linger between her legs, licking and sucking and maybe even using a finger or two to fuck nyo fin until she cums with nothing but praise for her girlfriend on her lips <333

It's either that or nyo fin pegging nyo swe into absolute oblivion.

[deansbxtch]

Game Night

Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompts: Dean Winchester (Monday), Best Friends to Lovers (Tuesday), Game Night (Friday) & There’s only one bed (Saturday) - this was written for @negans-lucille-tblr ‘s 7k Writing Challenge

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: fluff, talk about some injuries (nothing graphic)

Summary: The reader and Deans game night takes place in a different setting and reveals some secrets.

A/n: This fic isn’t betaed, all mistakes are my own. I’d be very happy about any kind of feedback, I’m still new to writing and most of the time I don’t have an idea what I’m doing if I’m honest.

Baby was parked safely in the only open parking spot of the slightly run-down motel. Normally you and the boys would drive back to the bunker after each hunt, the comfort of having a home and sleeping in your beds is a million times better than sleeping in all the motels.

But not this time, a simple salt and burn hunt turned out to be more complicated than originally thought. The ghost was mad, beyond mad and he wasn’t alone, bringing his friends to the party in the dark cemetery wasn’t the plan.

You and Dean still managed to burn the bones of the old mass grave and get out of there alive. Alive, but injured. Your shoulder was still throbbing, your arms littered with bruises and little scratches from the rose bushes and trees. The cut on your hip stopped bleeding during the short ride in Baby.

“They only had one room left,” said Dean when he joined you in the driving lot, “I wasn’t in the mood to argue with the receptionist, not after this hunt.” His voice sounded defeated, the hunt took a damper on his happy mood.

“That’s okay, let’s just go to sleep and forget about today,” you replied, trying to take one of the bags you’ve stored in the truck of Baby for emergency overnight stays like now.

“Let me take this, sweetheart,” Dean said before grabbing the duffel bag and closing the truck of his beloved car again, “you’re still hurt.”

Normally you would’ve argued with the older Winchester brother, you weren’t the only one who’s injured, at least not this time.

Dean had his fair share of bruises and bumps from this hunt, one of the ghosts thought it'd be a good idea to throw the hunter around, he clearly didn’t know that this would just anger him even more.

It wasn’t that much of a surprise to you nor Dean when you opened the motel room to only see one bed. It wouldn’t be the first time you’re forced to share a bed with Dean.

You slowly opened up the buttons of your plaid shirt, being careful when you came close to the area of the deeper cut. You could faintly make out a patch of dried blood on the navy-colored shirt you had underneath.

Trying to peel off the shirt was more painful than you thought I’d be, your muscles hurting and screaming in pain to stop moving, the area around the cut was sticky with blood and clinging painfully to the shirt.

Dean turned around when he heard your grunts of pain, his eyes immediately falling just above your hip where the cut was.

“Do you need help? The cut doesn’t look that good,” he said, “I think it will be better if I help you.”

You just nodded, not trusting your voice at this moment. Dean slowly began to move the shirt over your head, carefully not to hurt you in any way.

He carefully puts his hands on your waist, avoiding all the bruises and the cut.

“Do you want me to help to bandage you up? You can take the shower after that,” Dean said, already moving away to get the small first aid kit.

He carefully cleaned the cut, stopping when you quietly hissed at the sharp pain. His movements are light, trying to avoid any spots that might hurt you even more.

“There you go.”

“Go take a shower,” you said to Dean, “you’re dirtier than I am and I can wait a few minutes,” you said, knowing that if you’ll take the shower first Dean would need to wait a bit longer this time.

“I promise you, I won’t die till then,” you said, trying to joke around a bit.

“Thank you for patching me up, De.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he said softly, “I promise I won’t take too long in the shower or use all the hot water.”

Dean kept his promise, he didn’t take long to shower and get ready for the night.

“The shower’s all yours, y/n,” Dean said when he left the bathroom.

You went into the bathroom, taking your time to let the last bits of warm water wash over your dirty skin and to clean the smaller cuts. When you came out, changed into a way to big shirt and some shorts, you spotted Dean sitting in the bed, leaning against the headboard and mixing some cards.

“You know what day today is?” Deans asked, watching you moving around in the small motel room. “It’s Friday, that means game night unless you’re too tired for it,” Dean said.

“Sure, why not,” you replied, your voice sounding tired from the long and exhausting day. “Not sure how long I’ll be able to stay awake.”

Dean smiled softly at you, not expecting you to stay up way too late, after all, it was already after 10 pm and both of you were tired as hell.

The game night, however, has been a tradition between you and Dean since you joined them permanently a few months ago and moved into the bunker. Normally it’s just you and Dean who’s playing, it doesn’t matter if it’s in a motel room like now or the safety of one of your rooms in the bunker. On occasion, Sam would join the both of you for some rounds of cards or a round of The Game of Life.

“Where did you get the cards from?” You asked, not recognizing the cover, it wasn’t one from the bunker.

“It was in the nightstand, you remember the game we played in Arizona a few months ago? The one we brought in the store since we forgot to pack one?” He asked you, “it’s the same one, just an older version by the looks of it.” The color of the cards he showed you already faint, to just make it even harder to see the difference between blue and green.

“Alright,” you said, clapping with your hands, “lets the games begin!” You chuckled.

You and Dean played a few rounds, joking around while playing, trying to forget about the past few hours.

“Let’s go to sleep,” you said, yawning shortly after.

It didn’t take long to pack the few cards away, storing the old game of UNO back into the nightstand.

“You okay with me cuddling you,” asked Dean. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to cuddle together, either when you shared motel beds or while sharing the couch during a movie in the Dean cave.

He probably asked because of your hip, not wanting to hurt you even more.

“Yes Dean, you can cuddle me. In fact, I wouldn’t mind a good cuddle session with my best friend to round up this wonderful evening after this terrible day,” you replied, already laying down on one side of the bed.

His arms moving around you, avoid the part of your hip where the cut and bandage is. His huge and warm hand resting comfortably on your stomach, his thump drawing small circles. His warm breaths fanning over the back of your neck.

“Good night Dean,” you said, voice already tired. “Good night sweetheart.”

It’s been a few minutes since you said good night to Dean, you were close to falling asleep when you felt him move behind you. He pulled you close to his body, his head resting in the crook of your neck when you felt his lips placed a soft kiss on your neck.

“You can never know this sweetheart, but I love you. I love you so damn much. But I know, I know that you won’t feel the same and that I’ll ruin this, ruin our friendship if I say a thing about it or let it show. Did you know that I love moments like these? When we cuddle together and you’re asleep. I can talk as much as I want, not worrying about you hearing me.”

Part 2

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Ca$h Pig

By: ᥴꪮꪀᦓρ꠸᥅ꪖᦓꫀꫀ

Ca$h Pig • Also known as financial domination, a pay pig is a submissive person who gets sexual gratification from being financially exploited.

I quickly grabbed my phone out to snap a pic of this niggas ass. I had seen him all the time but had no idea what his name was. I assumed he was from around here because he knew a number of people I was familiar with. I don’t remember him from school, church (not that I go to church 😭), social media, nothing. Who was this stranger?

Ima keep it a bean (keep it real) with you I’m not attracted to dudes, nor have I ever wanted to smash one. Pussy was constantly being throw at me so I didn’t have time to focus on niggas too. Despite not physically being attracted to dudes there was one aspect that I couldn’t escape. It constantly waived its finger at me, calling me when no one was around.

*Daydream Segue*

Me: ......

Booty:

*Back to the Present*

So I know I said I didn’t like dudes which I definitely don’t... But a mans ass is another story. Is it possible to only be attracted to a booty? An ass was an ass to me whether on a man or a woman. However it was something about a mans ass.

As I approached him I felt my dick trying to slowly unzip my pants. It wanted so badly to break free and just bust all over his back while he taunted me with his unwashed hole. Not that I assumed it was dirty but I was hoping it wasn’t fresh out the shower.

“I would pay anything to put my face in it.”

I found myself saying in a low tone. But wtf did I mean by that? Pay a nigga to sniff his ass? What I look like? I get offers from niggas all the time. Why would I need to pay one to sniff his ass? Sad thing is I really would pay just to sniff it. I just want to smell the gap where his butt meets his jeans sooooo bad 😩. Dam I’m a nasty ass mf!!!

I don’t know what I needed to do to get it but I needed to smell this niggas ass. It needed to happen today. The next time I nutted I wanted it to be with a face full of his ass. I won’t have it any other way. I didn’t know shit about this man but I knew I needed to know one thing. I needed to know what his ass smelled like once his cheeks were opened 👃🏽.

Before I got a chance to figure out a game plan my lips betrayed me.

“Excuse me?” Wtf was I doing and wtf was I about to say? I could hear myself screaming at my inner voice!!!

Stranger: “What’s good?” *turns around*

Now again I’d just like to repeat I am not attracted to dudes AT ALL!!! But goooooood daaaaaaaaaaaamm!! When this nigga turned around he was finer than a mf. Like fine fine. I had to calm myself down for a second so I could take in all his features. I paused to take a moment to acknowledge how gay that just sounded and how I didn’t like it honestly. I’ll have more time to think about that later though.

I guess since I be minding my own business all the time I never really checked dude out. When he turned around he was about 6’4, 220lbs of solid ass muscle, hazel eyes, pretty pink lips and gorgeous white teeth. The man was almost perfect. I say almost because it just had to be something wrong with him. He had to be unemployed, living with his mama, got 12,000 kids or something 😭. Literally no one should be that perfect. Shit weird lol.

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“😳..... Oh I feel you. My bad.”

There has to be a word that goes beyond embarrassed because I was experiencing it right now times infinity. My face began to get hot, my mouth started drying up. My hands started sweating. “Oh god oh god oh god... what have I done?” I knew this shit was a bad idea. Do I just walk away orrrrrr?????? Yea ima just do that. I nodded my head and began to walk away and all of a sudden I hear him bust out laughing

Stranger: “😂🤣🤣🤣... I’m just fucking wit you! You better not be smoking on no Reggie (low quality weed). Where we scrolling up (rolling up) at?”

“🥴”

I let out a loud internal sigh of relief. My heart slowly began transcending back into my chest and I was now able to breath again. To keep it real that response had me second guessing myself. If that’s how I felt over that little situation imagine what hearing no to my real question would feel like. I would literally never come here again which sucked because it was my favorite gas station in the city. They had the cheapest gas, it was central to everything and I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. Should I really be doing this? Maybe I’ll just leave it at smoking and just sniff that picture of his ass I took earlier and bust a nut 🥴. Nothing about that plan sounded appealing. I wanted some ass on my face. End of discussion. I was doing this!

Like I said I’ve been coming here since I was a kid so I know everything about this place. I’ve smoked in this parking lot numerous times so I was aware this was a safe place. Hell he was standing outside smoking and no one was bothering him.

“We can go smoke in my whip it’s right over there.”

I pointed to my car which was around the corner in a discreet spot.

I call it my spot because I’m the only person I ever see park in it. I’ve been smoking in this spot well before I was even able to buy a wrap to roll the weed in. It seemed like the perfect place to do what I was trying to do I thought devilishly to myself.

We walked over to my car and I could see him admiring my BMW. He didn’t say it out loud but it was written all over the expression on his face. Almost saw a light turn on in his head. Not really sure what that light meant but we gone look further into it.

We both hopped in the car, I turned it on so I could turn on the radio. I put on EST Gee, MoneyBagg Yo- Special Remix.

I reached for the glove compartment because that’s where my weed was stashed. My elbow was now slightly between his legs causing it to graze his knee almost resting there. Oddly enough he didn’t move nor did his facial expression change. Was I pushing his limits or trying my luck? Probably a little of both 😈.

We both reclined our chairs a little and started bopping our heads to the music. I stared at him out the corner of my eye and noticed he already had a blunt rolled up in his ear. “Oh this nigga came prepared.” I thought to myself. The universe must have known of my devious plan before I did.

“I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name? I probably should’ve asked that’s before we got to this point 😅.”

Stranger: “Probably huh? Yea you was too busy trying to take pictures of my ass to worry about my name.”

I blinked a few times to take in the scenery because I was suddenly unaware of my surroundings. I looked up and it all I could see was a hard dirty black surface. I ran my fingers across it to confirm my suspicions. I was now underneath my car. My body had fused through the seat, then the floor and I was now on the ground. “Did he really see that?” I started biting my nails nervously in my head.

He finished rolling up and hit the Blunt. He hit is a few times and then passed it to me looking me directly in my eyes setting my whole body on fire. I had to look away before grabbing the blunt. His eyes were indescribable. He had the kind of eyes you could only look into for a few seconds before blushing. What I look like blushing? Especially over some nigga.

Rock: “And to answer your questions my name is Rock.”

“ROCK 😳......” Uhhhhhhhh I’m really hoping he doesn’t mean ROCK as in ROCK from 5th and Landry. ROCK who shoots first and asks questions later. ROCK who only had to snap his finger and you’d disappear. Wtf did I just do? I fucked up real bad. I’m way closer to him than I feel comfortable being. Did he get in the car so no one would hear me screaming. Everything in my body was telling me to run. How do I get out of this? I have to get him out my car. I was about to do the dumbest shit ever. I could have just got my life ended.

“Rock from 5th?”

Rock: “You’ve heard of me.” He asked with this sexy ass grin on knowing dam well I heard of him. Shit who hasn’t?

“Uhhhhh.... yes I have. I think just about everyone around here has 😅”

I took a few more pulls then passed it back to him. He did the same as music blared on in the background and the air filled with good gas.

Rock: “Word... so then you know what I’ll do to you.”

All of a sudden the air was cut with a serious tone. His tone of voice cut a perfect line of view so I could now see his face through all the smoke. I felt my body getting heavy again. “Dam I knew this was going to happen. This nigga was going to kill me and probably take my whip 🤣.” It wasn’t funny but it was a funny way to die I laughed to myself. Shit if I’m going to die may as well try and smell this nigga booty. I’ve gotten this far. I’m dead either either way. I don’t have anything to loose at this point.

“.......... Yes I am well aware but you gone have to fuck me up because this ain’t gone be no easy win!” I say jokingly trying to cut the tension that was sitting on my dashboard staring at my with its legs crossed. When I looked up trying to read his face again it was evident he was not enthused.

Rock: “I must look like joke to you.” He says plainly as he passed me back the blunt.

Somehow I got the feeling I was treading on thin Ice. I don’t know how we got here though. Was it because I didn’t address that comment he made earlier? Wtf was I supposed to say?

“My bad did I do something?” I asked really wanting to know what caused the sudden mood change as he lit the second blunt.

Rock: “Yea why were you taking pictures of my ass? & what question did you want to ask me?”

“😰”

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“I..... uhhhhh.... because...”

Rock: “I uhh... Spit it out nigga!”

“......”

Rock: “Let’s take this one question at a time and this going to be the last time I ask.”

I see him reach down into his sock and pull out a 380 and placed it on his lap.

Rock: “Maybe this will give you a little motivation. Now why were you taking pics of my ass?”

The truth shall set you free was all I could think to myself. I tried to think of any lie that was better than the truth but I couldn’t think of anything so here goes nothing.

“I’m not gay but if I can say this without getting shot....It was out...I couldn’t help myself.”

Rock: “So you just going around stealing pictures of people?” He asked while shifting the gun in his lap leaving his hand on the trigger.

“Rock my bad frfr if you saw it from the WHOLE worlds POV you’d understand. That ass is enough to make any straight man look twice.”

Although I meant every word I didn’t mean to be so frank I was just trying to insinuate.

Rock: “.........”

“😵.” I think I’ve died at least 3 times during this conversation. This time making 4.

Rock: “And your question?”

“Well......I was wondering.....If.”

I could hear the gun shifting around again causing the words to get stuck in my throat again.

Rock: “You know how I feel about that stuttering shit.”

*Takes a deep ass breath sucking up all the oxygen the wasn’t being used in the car*

“I really wanted to smoke. You seemed cool. I’ve seen you before and I really don’t like rolling those leaves. I know how to roll them but I don’t like to.”

Rock: *Puts gun to my head* “Quit fuckin playing with me before you don’t make it back home tonight.”

“🤐”

Rock: “Now what was your real question?” He asked moving the gun so it was now touching my head.

“Ok Rock I’m sorry....You’re right... my real question was.......was.......”

Oh no I found myself stuttering as Rock pushed the gun further into my head. I wasn’t ready to die so I did what anyone would have done... I blurted out the truth.

“I WOULD PAY ANYTHING TO PUT MY FACE IN YOUR ASS. I WANT NOTHING MORE THAN TO KNOW WHAT IT SMELLS LIKE RIGHT THIS SECOND!”

Without saying another word with the blunt still in his hand smoking it he took another pull not breaking his gaze once. He takes another pull and it was so quiet I could hear the sound of is breath going in and out.”

Rock: “Get out the car.”

Good this is my perfect chance to ru-

Rock: “And don’t even think about running nowhere unless you want to find yourself shot in the back of the knee.”

My heart was back in my throat. I wish he would just shoot me. If he didn’t I was going to die from asphyxiation. I opened my door and stood outside the car awaiting further instruction from my killer. “I couldn’t leave well enough alone could I?” I thought to myself.

He got out the car and told me to open my door. I did as he told me to while he walked around the car standing right in front of me.

Rock: “You know I’ve made niggas disappear for way less than this right? What’s stopping me from clapping (killing) you right now?”

“Don’t you at least want my money first?” I cowardly asked in attempts to add a few minutes to my life.

Rock: “I was going to get that anyway. That’s all you got?” He asked seriously wondering if that’s all I had to barter for my life.

“Rock I-“

Rock: “Hush all the noise. You not saying shit.” He says with distain while pointing the gun back to my head. “Gimme your wallet.”

I reached on the door grabbing my wallet and handing it over to him without any questions. He rummaged through it leaving behind the cards and only taking the cash. It was about $120 in 20’s then threw it at me causing it to hit the ground.

Rock: “Pick that shit up”

As I reached down to retrieve my wallet I hear the gun right next to my ear.

Rock: “Get down on your knees you butt sniffing weirdo.”

I kneeled down and made sure not to make any eye contact. The last thing I wanted to do was upset the man with a gun pointed at my face.

Rock: “Take out your phone and open up your cash app.”

No use in telling him I didn’t have cash app because who tf didn’t have cash app? I was afraid to lie anyway. I needed all the time I could get left on this earth.

Rock: “Type in $Rockdagodd.” As you’ve already guessed I did exactly what I was told. “Send $40 and you say yes sir after I tell you to do something.”

“YES SIR!”

Rock turned his back to me and stood there for a few moments. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the view. If I’m going to be shot at least I had this opportunity. I was going to die a happy man 😭.

Rock: “You also gone have to buy my silence pussy. Send another $40.”

Like clockwork I sent another $40.

Rock: “I should drain your bank account right now. Instead of playing this little game.”

Little did he know this game had my dick at full attention. I don’t know if it was the gun, the way he was talking to me, the fact that I was this close to his ass or how he is taking all my money 🤤. I couldn’t get my thoughts straight enough to figure out which one it was. What was even more puzzling is why him stealing my money with a gun to my head was turning me tf on. I was inches away from that gap in his jeans that so desperately wanted my nose to be in.

Rock: “Give me your phone.”

I heard his cash app go off again. He just sent himself more money. Dam was he going to really clean me out?

Before I could gather my thoughts I was being suffocated. Everything went black, I couldn’t move my head and any attempts to scream were being muffled. As I started to come to I realized I couldn’t breath because Rocks ass was on my face.

Rock: “Catch your breath nigga. That’s gone be $20.” I hear his cash app go off again. “Get out my way soft ass nigga.” Then he mushes me in the head causing me to fall into the door. “You not done yet.” He says before handing me back my phone while making his way to my driver seat.

He then pulls his pants down a little more fully exposing those perfect cakes. I was so confused by him sitting on my face the first time I didn’t really get a chance take in the scent. I was too busy fighting for my life. I could only do one thing at a time but this time I was going to take it all in.

Rock: “Send me my $20.”

*Ding* His cash app went off again

Rock: “Now come smell this ass nigga.”

I dove in head first like an Olympic diver with perfect form. My nose hit its target and I inhaled as deeply as my lungs would allow taking in Rocks scent. Right when all my senses were connecting and I had his ass smell in the tip of my nose he pushed me back with extreme force.

Rock: “Have you had enough you nasty mf?”

“NO SIR”

Rock: “Send me my money then.”

*Ding*

He snatched my head forcing my face back into his hole.

“👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽🥴👃🏽👃🏽😋🤤”

He slung my head back out of his ass again.

Rock: “What does my hole smell like? And before you answer send me $10.”

*DING*

I couldn’t wait to answer him.

“It smells like ass sir. It actually doesn’t stink at all. It smells like dove with a little ass at the end of it.”

Rock: “And you like that don’t you you butt sniffing ass nigga?”

“YES SIR!”

Rock: “I got shit to do so we gone have to hurry this shit up.”

“Can I beat my dick so I can cum please sir?”

Rock: “Hell no... but you can pull your pants down. No touching yourself. Gay ass nigga.”

As instructed I took my pants down and fought the urge to empty my sack all over my car. I don’t even know if I needed to touch myself. I felt like I could bust at any moment.

Rock: “Send me $100.”

$100???? Was this nigga serious? Of course I sent it but I didn’t want to but how do you tell someone with a gun no? Once he heard his phone ding he pulled his underwear down and grabbed my head again only this time with the other hand he held one of his cheeks open. I didn’t even have a chance to get excited because I was too busy releasing a tornado of sniffs.

“👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽..👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽👃🏽....👃🏽👃🏽”

I rubbed my nose from the top of the crack to the bottom. I went from the left cheek to the right cheek. I sniffed his goochie (the space between his hole and balls), his nutsack & his dick. Shit I just paid $100 I was going to smell all of him. If I could get my nose inside his hole I would.

It was like he could feel my sniffs getting more aggressive so he did the unthinkable. He pulled my face in deeper into his hole so my lips were now face to face with his hole bumping skin. Then he pushed his hole out giving me momentary access to the inside of his hole. I looked up over his shoulders and saw him watching me and gives me a quick nod. Was that like a “go ahead” to the question I wouldn’t dare ask. I wasn’t going to waste time trying to figure it out. I just went for it.

I stuck my tongue in his hole as deep as I could go. Although I knew my tongues had reached the deepest depths it could go it didn’t stop me from trying to stick my tonight on further.

Rock: *Lets out soft moan* “Yea eat up I knew your nasty ass was hungry.” With that he turned around standing up exposing a hard dick. “Stick your tongue out you ass chewing mf.”

With that he jerked his dick a few times and shot 1,2,3,4,5,6 flows or nut all over my face narrowly avoiding my left eye. I looked down to see I had nutted as well without touching myself like Sir Rock told me to.

Rock: “Send me $20.”

Although I had come down off my sexual high I sent him one last $20. He Wrapped his hands around my throat standing me up and getting really close to my ear.

Rock: “You ever lick my ass again without permission you’ll be staring down the barrel of my gun mf.”

He then gets within inches of my lips as if we were about to kiss. I saw stars, I heard a marching band and my dick started standing up again since he didn’t allow me to pull my pants up. I don’t know why I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now.

He mushed me in my face leaving me sitting in both of our cum looking stupid regretting the fact that I didn’t get that kiss 🙄. He walked away pulling his pants back up right under his ass cheeks. He’s probably going back to the front to stop more people dead in their tracks so he can take all their money. I wonder how many times he’s done this?

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So this story took a violent twist 😅. I had no idea Rock had such a violent streak.

As previously mentioned this is a tumble exclusive I hope you guys enjoyed.

I’m so annoyed when I started this story I used a different video, typed up 2 chapters and the shot never saved 🙄. This story is the outcome but honestly I’m really pleased!

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After the End

Day 7 of LonelyEyes Week 2021

prompt: Afterlife

This is not what Jonah was expecting death to be like. Read on AO3 here

Jonah clutched at the rapidly spreading bloodstain on his shirt. His vision grew dark as his Archivist clutched at his own partner. Frustration bubbled up in him, almost reaching the same level as his all-consuming fear, he had almost had it, almost managed to live forever, as magnificent as the past few (months?) undeterminable amount of time had been.

The fear flickered and faded as everything finally went black.

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“J- … -ias?”

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“I swe- … -ver this quie- … -ke up!”

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“Jonah!”

He woke up with a start.

He wasn’t in his beloved Panopticon. Nor was he in the pits of hell as he had been told many times would be his fate upon death. Nor was he in an endless expanse of darkness that the End would promise.

He was laid out on a sofa, soft and worn, familiar but not recently so. He’d been here before.

It must have been their third marriage, a small estate somewhere up north where they had spent their honeymoon in semi-isolation, one of their more affectionate marriages.

A dead man loomed over him, his usual placid smile replaced by one of soft honesty. Not that Jonah could judge, he was pretty sure he was a dead man too.

“Hello Jonah, its been too long hasn’t it?”

“Peter?”

“Yup.”

“But you were dead. I watched you die there on that forsaken beach. What are doing here? What the hell am I doing here?!” Jonah became frantic, checking over a body that hadn’t belonged to him in so very long.

“Well… yes you are dead and yes so am I, thanks for not stopping your Archivist or anything, though after Gertrude I really should have guessed on that one. I will admit, I didn’t recognise you at first, but there's a painting of you in the study at Moorland House, only the eyes had been painted over long before I ever saw it. Not how you expected death to be like?”

“... No. This is… nicer than I was expecting.”

Peter laughed, a deep sound that Jonah had missed.

“Glad to know you enjoy my presence, I wasn’t sure how you would respond after the past few years of our relationship.”

Jonah let Peter pull him up and into his arms, perhaps their first actual embrace.

He had pushed away so many for so long. He had missed the simple affection of friendship and love without the constraints of his patron, of his plans and schemes.

Peter was warm like this, warmer than he ever had been in life and Jonah was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Usually he was the one calming Peter down, he had no idea what to do on the other side. Peter pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“In life I wished for nothing more than to be alone, but death gives you a new perspective as I am sure you have noticed. Stay here with me. Maybe we will finally have a chance to see what love is really like.”

Jonah sat, quietly enjoying his husband’s presence. This would be something wholly new and he hadn’t had anything this new in so very long. It wouldn’t hurt, surely.

Maybe, just maybe, they could make this work.

[cooltrainererika]

Alt-talia Compilation: A Collection Of Shorts

For @aphrarepairweek2020

Okay... so I’m cheating again. So this is yet another post where I repost prompt fills from my fanfiction.net profile. But I really wanted to get stuff out for one of these pairs but couldn’t come up with anything.

This is yet another one for Free Prompt; none of the prompts matched.

I swear I wanted to get something for Music... maybe next time. I do want to release a set of new Hetalia Emblem supports before the event is truly over though!

Most of these are platonic except for LitBel and Phil -> Kor. Though one of these pairs, one of my BrOTPs in fact, Turkey and South Korea, literally has zero content. I really like the idea of them as friends, and while the prompt here may not be entirely historically accurate right now, it does have basis in historical and modern fact. I like to dub this duo KimchiKebab; it’s a catchy name if you ask me. Also, for once, I’m using non-canon countries! Here we have Serbia and Montenegro of Yugotalia fame and Brazil and Argentina of Latin Hetalia, though I’m not sure if I’m using those exact designs.

But Augh I would have liked to post more actual ships... (I’ve been planning on writing Rome x Ancient Greece for a long time now but that has never materialized, i would have liked writing more fluffy LitBel, maybe show Poland and Ukraine’s marriage before it went up in flames, written this Den -> Fem!Nor <- Swe fic I’ve had the idea for a while now, actually finish BBDR, some Fem!EngPort...) but alas, University happens.

I really hope I can get those supports done soon...

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KB9uLm9NSAvTosnAl_HcAa6jdMajdaL4uCyj1ZCfuWg

[sunnylolli]

when do you think they were "children"? denmark seems grown up in the time travel au, in the other au do you headcanon them to be children in the early viking age? also would be interesting to hear how you think the all met, I've seen some people say they think norway and sweden met first and then found denmark later

Ooo, that might just be because I'm a fool at drawing teens- Denmark's supposed to be like, 13-14, so he isn't grown up! Alfred would be taller than him if they stood side-by-side. I headcanon them to be very young children at the beginning of the viking era, so around 4-500 AD!

As for how they met, it depends on how I want to write them, whenever I do write them- But I like to think usually, that Denmark and Sweden met first, then found Norway later.

Mainly because after the ice age, the main chunks of populus was located in Denmark and in southern Sweden. They'd have been able to practically wave to each other!

But in other au's, I like the idea that Nor and Swe met first, then Denmark found them by being curious and hopping across the strait and exploring southern Sweden by chance!

[gwensparlour]

Hell yeah, what an ask game! >:D Okay: Pr/UK, Swe/Nor, Spa/Bel, US/Liet, Scotlad/Belarus.

Alright, lemme see - Pr/UK: England almost killed Prussia with his cooking and then vowed he would make him appreciate his cooking skills? Like? Hello? Also, you don’t invite someone to lunch when you already know for centuries you are a danger at the stoves. Then do you really want to put together probably the most military-focused nation with Mr “I-created-the-larger-empire-ever”?  Swe/Nor: Norway was basically used as bargaining chip in the disputes concerning Russia, Denmark and Finland. Next Spa/Bel: Belgium was a maid for a period under Spain rules, which reinforces the stereotypical and male-fantasy idea of the woman who must be an obedient servant to her man US/Liet: Setting aside a noticeable age difference, America used Lithuania mostly as a servant and errand boy, with a clear power imbalance Scotland/Belarus: He must have a penchant for drinking and having a hair-trigger temper, while she isn’t exactly a calm person and carries a knife constantly. Their relationship would degenerate into violence

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The Haunting of Peter Parker

@agib-2002 You gave me an idea and I ran with it ;)

It was an odd night, just based on the simple fact that Tony had managed to go to bed at a reasonable hour. Sure, Pepper practically dragged his ass into the bedroom and threatened to strap him down so he could sleep but that was neither here nor there.

The hours consisting of wasting time down in the lab, busying himself with upgrades for the team and drowning himself in coffee made it relatively easy to knock right out as soon as his head hit the pillow. That was until right at 3 a.m. his phone had him shooting out of bed.

Tony groaned, fumbling around in the dark as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He was prepared to chew the ear off of the person on the other end of the line for attempting to ruin the one good night’s sleep that he’s had in the while until he came face to face with Peter’s contact photo. Taken by Pepper several weeks ago when the boy needed help baking cookies for the Academic Decathlon team’s annual bake sale. Peter’s curls were colored white, courtesy of the flour that Tony had poured all over him. Peter had gasped, reaching over for the other bag of flour, clearly to enact his revenge when Tony had wrapped his arms around the kid from behind, pinning him down and that’s when Pepper snapped a photo of the two, grinning like idiots.

With that memory in mind, his heart sped at the reasons why his young protege would be calling at this hour of the night.

“Friday pull up Peter’s vitals.” Tony ordered before pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hey, kid. You have any idea what time it is?” Tony glanced over at the readings that Friday was displaying in front of him. Heart rate was a little fast, otherwise, his vitals looked normal.

“Mister Stark!” Peter sounded frantic on the other end of the line, however, his voice was barely above a whisper.

Tony immediately climbed out of the bed, reaching for his pajama pants somewhere on the floor. He placed the phone on the bed, directing Friday to go to the speaker.

“Kiddo, what is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“Mister Stark, there’s - there’s - “ Peter’s panic emphasized through his words and heavy breathing. Tony had pulled on his pants and socks by this point and was ready to deploy the suit.  

“What, kiddo? What’s there?”

“A ghost! There’s a ghost in the apartment, Mister Stark!”

Tony immediately stopped just a millisecond away from deploying his suit, his arms dropping to his side.

“What?!” Tony groaned, falling back down on the bed. All the adrenaline that had built up on his body as he prepared to go rescue his kid was now quickly draining from his body and what left was a mild annoyance.

“Mister Stark, I swe-“

Tony cut him off. “Kid, have you been watching scary movies again? You know you’re not allowed to be because of how you get it.” Tony remembered the clear warning that Aunt May had given him the first night that Peter was going to be over for movie night. Absolutely no horror movies of any kind.

“No, Mister Stark, I swear I haven’t watched any scary movies. This is real, I swear. This place’s haunted!”

Tony sighed. Either way, he couldn’t fall asleep so he might as well humor the kid.

“Alright, bud. If you say so. What’s your evidence?”

“Okay, first off, there’s the sound of scratches coming from the walls. The walls, Mister Stark! Like, how does that even happen? Then the banging started and I swear just a few minutes ago I heard someone say my name.”

“Maybe that was May, buddy.”

“No, she’s at work. I texted her to make sure. She’s been working all-nighters this entire week.”

“Okay, kiddo. Okay. The scratches are a little weird, but you might have just been hearing the branches outside. And the bangs could be coming from the pipes, buddy. It’s probably just your imagination that someone said your name. You tend to imagine those stuff when you get freaked out, kiddo.”

There’s was silence on the other end of the line and Tony was about to speak again when the kid’s timid voice returned.

“I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I called you in the middle of the night thinking there was a ghost in the apartment.”

Tony sighed. “No, buddy. You can always call me for anything, I swear to you.”

“Please don’t tell me you were sleeping, Mister Stark? Oh man, you probably were. God, I’m the worst. I’m just gonna hang up now. I’m so sorry.”

Tony sat up a little bit, hastily responding, “No, kiddo. Wa-“

Tony was cut off by the sound of a loud slam coming from the other side of the line and for the second time that night he shot out of bed.

“Peter!? What happened?”

“Mister Stark…the door just shut…” Peter’s voice had returned to the low whisper and Tony could hear the fear evident in his voice. One glance at Friday’s display of Peter’s vitals, and the kid’s heart rate was beating rapidly and respirations had increased as well. He was terrified. And so was Tony. Ghost or not, there very well could be something in that apartment and he wasn’t going to wait to find out what it was.

“I know, kiddo. I know. I heard. You stay hidden in your room, okay? I’m heading over there now. Stay on the phone with me, okay?”

“Okay.” Peter’s frightened voice had Tony wishing he was already there to wrap his arms around the kid.

Five minutes later, Tony all but crashed his suit into Peter’s bedroom, quickly locating the kid that was curled underneath the blankets on his bed. He saw a chair secured underneath the doorknob, a weak defense against intruders, paranormal or not.

“Peter, buddy. It’s okay. I’m here now.” Tony dropped out of his suit, running to the bed and quickly enveloped the kid in his arms, blankets and all. Skinny arms quickly reached out of the blanket to wrap around his neck and Tony sighed, squeezing the kid gently.

After a few minutes of holding and rocking the kid, Tony spoke. “I’m gonna go see what’s going on, bud.”

“No! We have no idea what it is! Your repulser can’t fight a ghost, it’ll go right through it!” Peter argued and Tony couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You still thinking it’s a ghost, kiddo?”

“Well…yeah! Obviously, if it was an intruder, they would have found me a long time ago.” Tony’s throat closed up at that idea, of anyone or anything getting a hold of his kid and he quickly shook his thoughts away. But did store away the idea of increasing the security in this place, immediately following May’s approval.

“Well, I’m gonna go check it out anyways, otherwise I came here for no reason. If it happens to be a ghost, then I think I’ve got something stored away in my tool belt that I can use.” He offered the kid a cheeky grin and wink and although Peter looking unconvinced, he still slid out of Tony’s arms.

Peter watched as Tony moved the chair out of the way before opening the door a few inches and slid out, closing it behind him. Peter took a deep breath, sitting up in his bed and grabbing a pillow to squeeze as he kept his eyes trained on the door and ears open for any sounds.

Not even two minutes later there was the sound of Tony yelling and Peter nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Help! Peter, help!” Tony shouted and Peter scrambled out of bed.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Peter whispered as he frantically grabbed his web shooters before running out of the room, heading straight towards where he could hear Tony still shouting for help.

He ran, stumbling once or twice against his own feet before skidding to a halt once he got to the living room, raising his web shooter and aiming it towards…

A cat. A small tabby cat that was licking his mentor’s face as he was sprawled on the floor.

Tony turned around, catching the dumb stricken look on his kid’s face and grinned. “Hey, bud. Say ‘hi’ to your ferocious invader.” Tony gently stroked the cat right in the sweet spot underneath its neck and the animal purred, curling up on his chest.

“I - what?!” Peter’s web shooters dropped to the ground and he stumbled back, hitting the wall, not quite believe the sight before him.

“She got in through the living room window. You know the same window that has the fire escape stairs. It was wide open and I’m positive that May tells you to make sure all the windows are closed before you head to bed.” Tony gave the kid a pointed look and the teen sheepishly scratched at his head.

“So, this little one saw the perfect opportunity. She had a grand ole’ time ransacking this place and scaring - now, how do I put this kindly - ah, ha! - the shit out of you.” Tony said through muffled laughter until he was straight up laughing, the cat still curled up on his arms.

The tip of Peter’s ears turned red and he fumbled over his words, trying to think of anything that would preserve his dignity.

Before he could get a word in, Tony piped up once more, wiping away fake tears on his cheeks. “I’ve got the perfect name for her too, kid.”

Peter gritted his teeth, crossing his arms in front of him. He knew where this was going. “Do not.”

Tony grinned, sitting up and holding the cat up to his chest where it curled up with its’ head on Tony’s shoulder, letting out a soft meow, one of it’s paws coming up to gently pat at Tony’s face. “Say ‘hello’ to Ghost, spider-baby!”

“I hate you both.”

[sabine-leo]

Dreadful Silence - Part 4

Author: @sabine-leo

Rated: M

Genre: Angst, Insecurity, Hurt / Comfort, Humor and Fluff

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / You

Part: 4/?

Summary: After an illness your brain experienced a trauma which caused it to lose the ability to speak out loud what you want to say. To get back on your feet after months in the hospital and secluding yourself from the world takes a big amount of courage and strength. Gladly there are helping hands… those of your friends…and handsome strangers

Trigger warning: Ilness, speechlessness, Aphasia, Bullying

Note: I LOVE YOU for your comments and likes and reblogs on this story!!

3 weeks went by with Tom having a lot to do. He had a new engagement for a stage production and it was one of your favourite “romantic comedies” of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. You were so proud that he got to play a leading role in it and listened to him learn the words of the script and giving it live in your Livingroom. He was so engaged in this play that he forgot to eat some of the days. Smiling as he tussled his unruly hair one evening you decided to cook something for the both of you and let him practice his role of Benedick. You knew the words of Beatrice from your heart. You had read the original and now the script several times.

 “Darling?” Tom called and you peeked out of the kitchen in question.

“Could you do me a favour. I seem to get stuck on one sentence every time I try to pass this scene. I just need the first 2 words from Beatrice as a cue.” You walked over to him and he showed you the sentence. You nodded without even reading it. Tom smiled at you “You love that script don´t you?” Kissing him you nodded. Not telling him that Beatrice was the one role you had played in an amateur theatre before your illness had knocked you out. Tom knew you had acted in a play, but not which.

He began his dialogue and paced the Livingroom.

 BENEDICK : “Is there any way to show such friendship?”

You signed the parts he did not need to hear because he new his cue.  

BEATRICE: A very even way, but no such friend.

BENEDICK: “May a man do it?”

BEATRICE: It is a man's office, but not yours.

BENEDICK : “I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?”

BEATRICE : As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.

BENEDICK : “By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.”

Now he needed you to say something. You took a deep breath, the words already laying on your tongue. “..Do…n..not…swe..ar, and…e..ea…eat…it.” He had let you finish the sentence with patience and a smile toying with his lips. Tom came closer to you and took your hand in his.

“I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.”

 Tom grinned at you and gave you a kiss that stole your breath.

“Thank you darling…You were to dreadfully silent the last days. I know you did it for me, but I do like to hear your voice now and then…even if I am losing my mind whilst working.”

This man had tricked you into talking with your favourite play. “…Tri..ckster!” you accused him and smiled as you gave him a playful nudge. “I do need to play all the cards I got with you…” he winked and seduced you with a kiss to forgive him. After his lips left yours you smiled content with him and said “Dinner…”

“Now that you say it…I´m starving!”

 This little game of his went on for the next 4 days, and every time he got you to interact with him. In the safe place of his or your home it was ok for you, you were relaxed enough around him to try and talk. When you got back from therapy Tom was already waiting for you that day. He had cooked for a change. “Hello love, I´ve got a little surprise for you!” He smiled as bright as the sun.

“You…coo..ked?!” He grinned and nodded. “Yes, I did indeed, but that is not the surprise!”

He tucked you inside and kissed you long and thoroughly.

 “All this rehearsing is messing up my plan to seduce you completely and take you to my bed!” He breathed out between another kiss. You laughed quietly. The both of you were seeing each other for quite a while now, but you haven´t gotten to that stage of your relationship yet. Kissing, touching a hell of a lot of touching, but no sex till now. Tom stole a last longing kiss before he looked into your eyes and smiled. “Let´s eat and then I´ll tell you about the surprise….and darling…I don´t want any miscommunication between us about this.  I WANT YOU….badly!”

 Heat surged through your body at his words and the look in his eyes. No, there was no mistaking that he was speaking the truth. Always honest this man, always with his heart on his tongue. “Tom…” you said near his lips…that was all he needed to hear to know you felt the same!

“Soon…” he gasped after another kiss and grinned before he tugged you into the kitchen.

 After dinner you looked at him and signed :

Had I known that you are such a good cook I would have bullied you to cook for me sooner!

 Tom laughed and touched your hand. “Now the surprise…we need to get going now..”

What? Where?

“I know how much you love the play… I do have my costume fitting in half an hour. I thought you might like to accompany me and after that I´ll show you the theatre and you could rehearse on stage with me? Only you and me.. nobody else will be there then…” Tom stood and held out his hand.

“What do you say love…?”

 The smile that broke out on your face told him the answer. Watching him transform into Benedick would be fun to watch. Even when his character would not be loved by most in the beginning you loved the way he used his wit and his interaction with Beatrice from not liking each other to love. It was a complex thing to transform on stage but that was the beauty of the role. You HAD to be able to act various emotions to give it depth and live and from what you had seen Tom do till now, he was more than capable.

 The walk to the theatre was short lived after getting of the tube. Tom took you to the stage door and soon you were in the heart of the old theatre. You looked around in awe and turned in a slow circle as you took in the stage and it´s surroundings. Tom smiled and took you down into the rooms behind the stage were the fitting would be. The other cast was already there and dressed in the first stages of what would become their wardrobe for the stage. Tom introduced you and hugged you from behind.

 You waved hello with a little shy smile and smiled as the seamstress greeted you most warmly.

“Gorgeous smile you have dear.” Tom grinned. “Yes, she does… why don´t you sit on the sofa over there until I´m finished, then we can go on stage for a while…” You nodded and after a kiss you sat on an old Victorian looking sofa.

 Tom changed into an era appropriate shirt and pants that needed to be tightened for him behind a curtain. As he came out you smiled. His posture had already changed. You gave him a thumbs up and signed.

 You look very handsome!  

 Smiling at you he turned in a slow circle with a grin. The woman that would play Hero, the main character Claudio’s love interest, looked at you with a little eyeroll “Can´t she talk?” Without waiting for an answer, she turned to Tom “…Anyways, I think you would be a much better Claudio then a Benedick, Benedick is a gruesome human if you ask me. You and me as Claudio and Hero would be much better…” Biting your tongue you closed your eyes for a moment. The seamstress turned the actress to face a wall. “Still, Otherwise I will sew this dress into your skin, by error of course!”

 Tom couldn´t believe it at first, but then said. “I don´t need to defend her, she can do that herself and just so you know, she does not talk to people who disregard her and speak to her as if she is not in the same room. And you should go back to read the script again, maybe then you would come to understand the complexity of Benedick…and no thank you. I don´t want to play Claudio.”

 The actress who would play Beatrice grinned and winked to you. She made a by far nicer impression. “Would you like some water? I wanted to fetch some out of the little kitchen down the corridor.”

You nodded with a small smile. “Care to join me?” How did she pick up on it so fast that you were close to burst after that comment from this sod of a person? You got up and Tom came over with two big strides. Giving you a kiss, asking silently if you were ok. You touched his cheek and smiled before you turned. “I`m Andrea by the way, nice to meet you (Y/N)”

 The both of you went outside and, in the corridor, Andrea said

“You can sign, I do have a little brother who is speechless. So, no worries, I bet he talks faster with his hands then you.” That made you laugh a startled laugh and smile at her. You signed.

 I am not speechless, I am learning to get my speech back, it´ll take time…but thank you for the way out of there…She is a handful it seems.

 “You have no idea, I don´t think the director made the right choice, but we will see in rehearsals. She is not happy with Claudio, she thinks he is not handsome enough…” Andrea rolled her eyes.

“And just to put it out there, I am happily married, so no worries about me and your boyfriend!” She winked and added. “Don John is my husband!” You laughed louder this time and grinned. You started to like her.

 Back in the dressing room with a bottle of water you sat back down again. Tom was standing with his arms outstretched and his stand widened. His clothes got marked out to fit him better. The woman who played Hero watching him. She scribbled a note on a paper and put it inside his discarded trousers. All for you to see. Tom didn´t notice as he was turned the other way.

 Half an hour later Tom was done and dressed in his normal clothes again and took your hand.

“Come love, I´ll show you the stage…” You waved to Andrea who was packing her things to leave. Hero, you even didn´t want to know her name, dressed too. Tom squeezed your hand to get your attention. “They´ll leave now, the doorman will lock up after we leave.” He kissed your hand and tugged you along.

 The wood of the stage gritted under your feet. It smelled so good, you couldn’t describe it if you tried. Tom let go of your hand and walked a bit further than you. He turned and looked at you.

“Here comes Beatrice. By this day! she's a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in her.”

He stretched his hand out to you, smiling. Laughing you signed:

 Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner.

“Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains”

I took no more pains for those thanks than you take pains to thank me: if it had been painful, ……

” I ….wo..would nnnnnot …..ha hav have…. come.” You ended talking the sentence.

Tom smiled at you proudly as you walked over to him.

 “Well, that was….awful…” Hero clapped slowly as she came down the stairs in the middle of the theatre. “You should fall of the stage rather quick for slaughtering Shakespeare in such a rude way.” Your head snapped around to her and your eyes filled with tears. THAT was exactly what you had feared as you had secluded yourself all those months. Some bully like her, enjoying to bring you even further to your knees then you already were.

“Tell me Tom…what do you see in her…is she a good fuck? I mean, do you like that she does not make a sound? Do you like your women dumb and deaf? Because if that is so you should take my number out of your pocket and throw it away. I am not any of those things!”

 Tom disbelievingly felt in his pocket and saw her number on the paper with some words he really didn´t want to read.  

 Your throat closed up, the tears in your eyes threatened to spill out, but you didn´t want to break in front of her or Tom. You barely had glued yourself together with the help of your friends and Tom and you hated the fact that someone like her could dissolve you again so easily. You turned and walked of stage…after 3 steps you started to run. Tom staring behind you before you could hear him yell at Hero. Oh, he was pissed, but you didn´t register his words, nor the pounding footsteps as he followed you out. You burst out the door onto the streets and ran…crying silently.

“(Y/N)!!!” You heard Tom yell from afar but you couldn´t stop. Not here, not were everybody was looking at you in pity or laughing at you. You didn´t see that mostly nobody was watching you, you were in a spiral back down to the point where you were at the start after you discovered you couldn´t speak.

 You ran into the tube station. Tom following you, trying to track were you were going and evade to run people over. “PLEASE, DARLING WAIT!” he sounded desperate. But there was no way he could reach you in the state you were in just now. Catching a tube as it just was about to close its doors Tom had no chance to get to you. Standing on the platform as the train took speed, he grabbed his hair in both hands and kicked a trashcan. “SHIT!!”

I will make it ok again, promise!! But that needed to happen! I´d like to know your opinion on this chapter even more !!!

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[kaelinaloveslomaris]

No Distance Far Enough

Have a suitless Vader and Imperial Prince Luke one shot! I’ve been working on this off and on for months, and it’s finally done!

Luke glowered at the assembled members of the Rebellion’s High Command on the other side of the blaster-proof transparisteel viewing window. It wasn’t the entirety of High Command; they weren’t stupid enough to gather all in one place, even considering that they had finally managed to capture the Emperor’s son. Or maybe especially because they had.

His expression was less intimidating than he’d like, if his pale reflection in the window was any indication. The large bruise on his left cheek certainly didn’t help, nor did the rather fancier than he’d like dress clothes he was wearing. He was mildly impressed with their gall, kidnapping him from his own birthday gala in front of all of Imperial Center’s gathered elite, but they were oh so very foolish to have done so.

Luke worried his wrists in the Force-suppressing binders at his back and met the former Senator Mothma’s eyes levelly.

He leaned forward in his chair slightly, as far as his bonds would allow. “How long do you think you will be able to hold me?” he asked.

“As long as we need to,” she replied, her voice slightly muffled by the transparisteel between them. “Despite his best efforts, your father still hasn’t managed to find our base.”

Luke grinned. “He has now. By bringing me here, you’ve led him straight to you.”

“You’re bluffing,” said one of the men standing near Mothma. Rieekan, if Luke remembered his briefings correctly. But both he and Mothma looked shaken.

Luke shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out. If you have any questions for me, you’d better ask them quickly. I’d say you’re already running out of time. And maybe evacuate your people. I can guarantee that my father will not be happy when he gets here.” He gave them another hour, max, before Vader arrived with a contingent of the 501st to storm the base.

“You’re not here for an interrogation, Skywalker. We know you would never betray your father, willingly or not, and we would never stoop to the levels your side has to acquire information.”

Luke tilted his head. “I would say that’s a smart decision, but you still kidnapped me. I think that proves you incapable of making intelligent decisions.”

None of them responded to the barb, and Luke relaxed back into the chair, trying for an air of ease and calm. He was calm, assured that the Rebellion wouldn’t harm him and that his father wasn’t far away, but the ease was harder. The chair he was chained to was all hard edges and cold metal, and he was still mildly sore from the stun blast they’d knocked him out with earlier. The worst, though, was his current isolation from the Force.

He’d been kidnapped more than his fair share of times, an occupational hazard of being the Crown Prince of all the known Galaxy, and several of the more prepared kidnappers had thought to use some form of Force suppression on him. But previous experience never made it any easier. A fundamental part of him was missing, and he always felt a little lost, floundering in his own mind without it.

“So if I’m not here for an interrogation, why am I here?” Luke asked, keeping his voice as casual as he could. They wouldn’t get anything out of him, but perhaps he could learn something of their motives. It wouldn’t change the outcome of this situation, his father would never negotiate with kidnappers, but having some idea of what they wanted could prove useful.

“Ransom,” Mothma said plainly. “The Empire is holding several political prisoners we want released.”

Luke scoffed. “Or what? You would never kill me. Besides, you have to know that my father has never entertained the demands of my kidnappers. Everyone who has tried to hold me hostage has died.” Often publicly, usually painfully. His father had tried his best to dissuade future attempts by displaying the severity of the punishment, yet somehow, every subsequent kidnapper seemed to think they would succeed where all their predecessors had failed. It had been a while since someone had tried, most likely due to Luke’s increasing ability to defend himself and the fact that he had personally killed the last two groups during their attempts.

“We will not kill you, Skywalker, no. Not in cold blood, but be warned that if you attempt an escape, we will not hesitate to stop you with deadly force, if necessary.”

Luke bit back his first instinctual response of “I’d like to see you try.” His father had chided him concerning his reckless mouth on more than one occasion. But they were avoiding the question.

“You have no leverage. You won’t kill me. You know this, I know this, my father knows this. And even if I’m bluffing, it will still not be long before my father finds me. You cannot hold me hostage and barter my return. I never thought the Rebellion was smart, but I didn’t think you were this stupid.”

Mothma opened her mouth to respond but never got the chance. She was interrupted by the shrill blaring of the base’s alarms. Luke smirked. He had overestimated the time it would take his father to reach him. Of course, he had no way of knowing how long he’d been unconscious.

“You’re out of time,” he told a very pale Mothma. Rieekan was already barking orders into a comlink. Luke caught fragments of an evacuation order and commands for a standard computer systems wipe.

Luke sat back on the chair and watched the Rebellion’s High Command scramble. He had to admit that despite the chaos of the evacuation, at least the contained version he was witnessing from his holding cell, they moved with surprising efficiency. The product of experience from dozens of prior sudden evacuations, most likely. Most of the personnel aside from Mothma and a few Luke didn’t recognize had scattered within moments, dispatched to whatever jobs they were in charge of for these situations.

Sooner even than Luke had expected, the door to the waiting area outside his cell burst open. Vader stalked in, hood pulled low over his face and lightsaber lit but held down at his side, and the Rebels turned to flee. Vader flung his other arm out, hand outstretched, and they all froze. Luke was still quietly in awe of his father’s ability to hold so many people in place at once. He could do it, but it took concentration. Vader made it look effortless.

Stormtroopers filed into the room behind Vader as he turned his lightsaber off.

“Stun them all except Mothma.”

The static hum of stun shots sent a slight shiver through Luke, a phantom crackle of remembered electricity. He shook it off as his father turned his head to look at him through the transparisteel. His hard eyes softened slightly as he met Luke’s gaze.

Leaving the new prisoners to his troops, Vader released the lock on the cell door with a negligent wave of his hand. Luke smiled at him as he approached.

“You took your time, Father,” he teased.

“Next time you decide to allow yourself to be kidnapped, do me the courtesy of warning me,” he growled, but there was no anger in it.

“It was a last second decision. I thought it might be a good opportunity to help you find a Rebel base, once I realized who they were.” Luke shrugged. “I knew you’d find me.”

Vader just looked at him for a long moment, then shook his head and sighed. He walked around Luke and crouched behind him to release the binders. He fiddled with them for a few seconds before his hands stilled.

“I am not invincible, Luke. No matter what you may think.” There was heavy sadness in his father’s voice, and Luke craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of his father’s face, but his head was down. “You know that I cannot bear to lose you.”

Vader’s fingers brushed against Luke’s, and Luke closed his hand around them.

“You won’t,” Luke said.

“You cannot promise me that.” Vader pulled his hand out of Luke’s grip and resumed working on the binders. Luke frowned but knew his father was technically correct.

It didn’t take Vader long to release the binders. The moment they snapped open, Luke leaned forward in the chair. He groaned as the Force flooded back in with an almost painful intensity, and his father caught him by the shoulders, steadying him.

“Thank you, Father,” Luke said, once the Galaxy settled to rightness around him and he could think beyond the dizzying press of the Force against his mind.

Vader held his hand out to Luke and helped him stand. Luke stumbled into him, his legs still shaky from not being able to move after waking from the stun shot. Vader caught him, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him close for a brief moment.

“Did they hurt you?” Vader asked after he released Luke. He swiped his thumb gently across the bruise on his cheek, not hard enough to hurt. Luke could feel his father’s presence coiling around him, searching for more serious injuries. It was comforting, and he leaned against their bond. Losing the normally constant contact with his father was perhaps the worst part of being cut off from the Force.

Luke shook his head. “They didn’t dare to. They planned on holding me to ransom.”

Vader growled, and Luke made a calming gesture. “I’m fine, Father. And this got you a Rebel base and Senator Mothma. Not bad, right?” Luke grinned.

Vader glared at him. “None of this would be worth even a drop of your blood,” he snarled.

“I haven’t lost any.” Luke held his hands up. “There aren’t even restraint marks.”

“Your self-sacrificing antics will be your undoing someday.”

Luke huffed, not wanting to rehash the old argument. “Don’t you have new prisoners to interrogate instead of me?”

His father sighed, the look in his eyes telling Luke that the conversation was far from over. “I thought I would wait until they are secure on Coruscant. For now I will see if they missed anything in their system wipe. Watch Mothma and see if you can make her slip anything while she’s still surprised.” Vader turned to leave the holding cell, then paused and faced Luke again. He brushed a gentle hand against Luke’s face, sweeping his bangs away from his eyes. Luke was startled. It was rare for his father to show that much affection with an audience.

Especially an enemy audience, Luke thought as he caught Mothma staring at them through the transparisteel. This must have truly scared his father, and Luke felt a stirring of guilt for his rash decision, even though it had ended well for them.

“I’m sorry, Father,” he said. “I should have stopped them at the gala rather than let them take me.”

Vader smiled softly at him, and Luke knew he was forgiven. “It was reckless. I was angry. But it is something I would have done at your age, so I cannot judge you too harshly, though I do not condone it.” He rested his hand against Luke’s cheek for a moment longer before turning away again.

Luke trailed after him, glad to leave the confines of the holding cell, even if the small observation room beyond wasn’t much more spacious. Most of the stormtroopers had already left with their stunned prisoners, and the few that remained stood at attention at the perimeter of the room. He watched his father stalk over to one of the computer terminals before turning his attention on Mothma, stun cuffs on her wrists and guarded by two stormtroopers. Luke waved them away as he approached her.

“I told you you would not be able to hold me for long.”

The Rebel leader eyed him carefully. She was doing a good job of hiding the fear on her face and in her eyes but not in the Force. She knew this was a significant blow against the Rebellion, perhaps one of the final hits they could take before crumbling. Luke could not bring himself to feel sorry for her. The Rebellion had done nothing but continue to destabilize the Galaxy and tie up Imperial resources, preventing them from being used to actually implement the changes his father was trying to bring about. They still had a long way to go to undo all the damage done by Palpatine’s Empire, short-lived though it had been.

“You were obviously not bluffing,” Mothma said drily.

“No.” Luke held up the binders, swinging them gently in Mothma’s face. “These do a wonderful job of blocking my access to the Force, which is very disorienting, I might add. But they certainly don’t prevent anyone else from sensing my signature and following it.” He contemplated her wide eyes for a moment, then added, “I also have a tracker in my belt that you failed to find.”

“We scanned you!” she protested.

“And found one, the one you were meant to find,” Luke agreed.

“Vader has you chipped like a pet tooka,” Mothma said, something like pity in her face.

Luke’s eyes hardened. “Never suggest that again.” He glanced over at his father, busy stripping the nearby computer console of all its data, glad that he hadn’t been close enough to hear that. “No matter how desperate he is to protect me, he would never go so far as to use an implant.” He suppressed a shiver, remembering the feel of his father’s scar under his fingers, where Vader had dug the transmitter out of himself as a newly-freed child. The Jedi had refused to remove it, claiming the surgery would be more invasive than it was worth. The transmitter was inert, deactivated, no longer a threat, so the fact that it was still buried in his father’s side should not have mattered. Perhaps they had paid for that, dying at the hands of their own men, controlled by chips in their heads meant to make them obedient. A morbid piece of irony, and Luke did not feel sorry for the Jedi either.

His father had had the chips removed from any surviving clones after he had killed Palpatine. Luke had had the opportunity to study the insidious coding imbedding into them, and the thought of having a chip in him, even if it was nothing more than a locator and not a mind-controlling device or a bomb, made his skin crawl.

“My father is not my master. I am not a slave.”

“Yet you do what he tells you blindly,” Mothma challenged.

Luke growled. “He tells me everything. I know why he does everything he does. We are trying to make a better Galaxy. If you would stop fighting us and let us fix things, you would see that.” Luke sighed. “You and your Republic broke the Galaxy. You were so mired in bureaucracy and corruption that you couldn’t even see the Sith in your midst. You couldn’t see the clone army for what it was, couldn’t realize you were orchestrating your own downfall.”

Luke took a step back, opening his arms to gesture at the observation room. “As you did here. So caught up in your own hubris that you didn’t stop to think whether capturing me as easily as you did was a trap. You refused to listen to me when I told you I was being tracked.

“You have never given my father a chance to prove that he’s different from Palpatine. You just look at his title and think he’s the same. The Empire is not inherently bad. What we’re trying to create? It’s better than the corruption and useless dithering of your Republic. For all you held up the value of freedom, you did nothing to help the slaves in the Outer Rim. In fact, you bargained with the Hutts. You condoned the slavery of the clones and supported the creation of more, letting them fight and die in a war to prevent the more disenfranchised worlds from leaving your rule, commanded in part by Jedi children. Children stolen from their families and indoctrinated without the option to leave, told that wanting family was a weakness that needed to be purged.”

Mothma’s eyes widened as Luke spoke, and for a moment he thought he had her convinced. Then she shook her head.

“You weren’t there. You’ve only heard your father’s twisted side of the story -”

“I don’t need to hear more,” Luke snarled. He advanced on her, and she took a startled step back. “The Republic failed the Galaxy. It failed my father when it left him in slavery for the first nine years of his life, when it allowed the Jedi to take him from his mother, when it allowed a Sith to rise to power at the center of it and never noticed how he was manipulating -”

Luke jumped at the touch of his father’s mind against his, beckoning Luke back to him. He turned and nodded at Vader, standing across the room watching him, before looking back at Mothma.

“Think about it. And then maybe you’ll reconsider those peace talks we’ve tried to initiate.”

Luke turned his back to her before he could see her reaction to his last parting jab and crossed the room to his father.