#i want him to be more than just that murderous asshole that keeps attacking Dan Heng

[kurim-chis]

For Destiny — HSR Blade

Blade is aggressive and violent - but not in the way you think he’d be. His aggression is cold and razor-focused like the blade he wields. His gaze is frigidly empty, there’s often no emotion you can glean from his eyes.

When he kills a monster, when he cuts down a human, when he’s facing down a Stellaron, when he’s sustaining what would be fatal wounds to another person - there’s no difference for Blade, who has sworn loyalty to Elio and sees himself as a weapon for their cause. Few things can provoke Blade and if someone has the misfortune of managing so and provoking his unrestrained hostility, the last thing they’d see are the wild eyes of a beast staring at them as their head falls off. But most of the time, Blade doesn’t concern himself with those he fights, he doesn’t care.

Death is unattainable and violence is the only thing left for Blade. There had been a time where he had been consumed in misery and agony over his state, but he’s long since stopped caring about it. There are moments of humanity in Blade, such as when he quietly goes along with whatever Kafka plans or has to suffer through babysitting Silver Wolf or the rare antagonistic quirk of his lips when he meets others. The sneer when he meets past acquaintances like Jing Yuan and the surfacing mockery in his gaze as he looks upon his old comrade, taunting him as ordered by Elio and seeing a twisted macabre tune to all of this.

Living for the determined prophecy gives him a purpose, it’s a debt he has to pay with his blood and pain, until the day Elio has promised him arrives (his death).

Hunting after that man is a grievance left unfinished, the hatred and rage towards him is another source of purpose that fills the void in Blade. (we are different types of immortals and i loathe you with all of my being are you going to die first or will i? which of our destinies will come to pass first? let me put you out of your misery before you truly understand eternity i loatheyoudespiseyouhateyouenvyyou—)

But hunting after that man quickly leaves Blade feeling absolutely miserable in the aftermath. Silver Wolf and sometimes Kafka come and dig his mangled body (more because of the environment than that man's fault) out of the pit of a star and they complain and tease Blade, but he ignores them at this point in time. Trying to put an end to that man's pitiful existence is exhilarating but failing to always do puts a bitter reminder in Blade's mouth. The emptiness that returns is worse, somehow more apparent and aching after tasting violent emotions like hatred, rage and bloodlust. It left Blade miserable, like one of the dolls Kafka has unwittingly bewitched, and he loathes it as much as sickelingly craves it -- it's both an unhealthy mechanism to ground himself and part of the orders Elio had given him, after all.

"Corner him until he has no place to go, only then will he go to the place he's meant to be," Elio had said. And thus he obediently, unwittingly herds the pitiful, infuriating man into the destiny chosen by Elio. Blade doesn't know any further information about that man, his location, or his use - probably to prevent his manic episodes from destroying that important location. The person Elio confides in the most is Kafka, but that is because the beautiful woman is a key player in the chosen destiny, holding a different role than Blade's, who is more than content to be a mere attack dog despite Elio asking him about his opinions.

He does know, however, that it has to do with the receptacle kept in hiding by Silver Wolf. That unmoving figure that Kafka often hovers over and asks about. The reason why Kafka would step up for the task if Blade could not and herd that man to the chosen destiny, by force if necessary (Blade thinks it will be a worse experience for the man if Kafka gets her impatient claws on him). The receptacle is the reason why Kafka won't allow mishaps to happen on the path for the "best future". There is little that would deter the longest-standing Stellaron Hunter from her duty, and one of the few things that can make her pause - as Blade notices through the years - is the mention of the receptacle.

“She’s my destiny,” Kafka once tells him, under the camouflage of the night as they travel the stars. She’s very similar to him, that woman — her gaze is vacant, distant, detached in her faux-friendliness and ominous to anyone who dares look deeper into that alluring sea of magenta. There's an abyss inside this woman. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for “her destiny”.

In her eyes, he sees she’d even murder for the sake of it and think nothing of it (he knows she has done so already). She had crushed broken civilizations and snuffed out the cancer of worlds in her obsession. Perhaps, like him once, she had been a beautiful young woman living normally on a distant star, who smiled and cried and laughed, alluring and enchanting to men and women alike. But all Blade can see now is madness and obsession compacted into one dainty, playful, vacant-eyed creature.

Kafka is an empty, ravenous doll, hungry for something in the distant future and greedy enough to fell kingdoms and stars for it.

Blade doesn’t understand Kafka’s little obsession with the receptacle, he’s never had the misfortune of coming in contact with her, but at the same time he does understand Kafka — and perhaps this is what had attracted him to her, to Elio, to the Stellaron Hunters on that fateful day.

If someone as empty and horrifyingly ravenous as Kafka could find a promised destiny, then Blade, as well, yearns for one.

He wishes to see a linchpin in his unending life, a meaning to his misery and violence and anger and hatred and immortality, something that can validate his existence.

Elio promises him a story. Elio promises him a purpose.

Just for that, Blade will become the sword that slaughters their enemies and snuffs the stars. He will murder, sabotage, slaughter, and carry all the wounds inflicted on him without another thought.

If it's for his purpose - his very own little "Destiny" - Blade will do anything.

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[aftgsucks]

NMFTG CHapter 9

Building a Headache

Neil tries to avoid everyone

ao3 chapter under cut

In the days since the attack, Seth had been acting erratic. To the point that even Neil noticed despite his best efforts to avoid everyone. He made a quick escape after Coach had showed back up on Sunday. Hiding out behind the dorms in the grass until sundown. 

There was just- too much going on. All the blabbing about how the guy disappeared, how the cops weren’t looking into it. All the Foxes talking over each other, he wanted no part in it. But he couldn’t avoid them at practice. 

Seth wasn’t there, not Monday or Tuesday, he was benched for two days for almost being murdered. Go figure. Neil found himself wondering how benched he would be if Coach ever found out how many people were trying to kill him. Forever probably. If anyone on the team knew the truth, the whole truth, he can’t imagine they’d ever let him stay. 

The upperclassmen were subdued at practice and whenever Neil saw Seth he seemed to switch between being a huge asshole and being a quiet asshole- well just quiet but Seth made even that seem angry and ripe with angst. 

They all seemed thrown by the attempted murder, Neil found it all exhausting. If he wanted to face his mortality he’d just look in the mirror. 

He’d figured his stunt the day prior would get them all to give a bit of distance. But Matt and Dan kept trying to talk to him. He should have known better, the upperclassmen still tried to make nice with Andrew and the guy had the disposition of a rabid dog- Neil’d know. 

At night practice Monday, Kevin had gone ahead to set up, getting ready faster then Neil. When Neil walked past the section of stadium that Andrew always sprawled against, he’d spoken up. 

“I thought you said you weren’t running anymore and yet no one’s seen you all day.” 

“This isn’t running, it’s healthy avoidance.” If Neil were running again he wouldn’t be showing up at night practice no matter how much of an effort Kevin put into using actual words instead of secret codes.

“You look like a rabbit hopping around to avoid everyone.” 

“Fuzzy ears too?” Neil deadpanned back as he turned to keep walking before Kevin got impatient on the court. 

He walked out of his Calc class Tuesday only to immediately turn around at the sight of Matt and Dan waiting for him. He ducked out through an unalarmed fire exit and made a beeline for the library. He did have to admit it was awfully rabbity of him.

Studying. It was studying time. The two of them would go back to the dorms or whatever and Neil could do his homework in peace before afternoon practice. 

There was a low level of chatter throughout the entire library, completely silent spaces saved for room students had to reserve. The main room was large- tables, chairs, computers, dingy couches, the expected amount of books and shelves. It measured up to just about any other library Neil had been in over the years. 

He instantly found an empty table to drop his bag on, pulling out his workbooks. This was simple, easy. Math had always been easier than people. He got through almost half of the problems when he leaned back to stretch and noticed Matt and Dan stroll in. 

Fuck.

Neil swiped everything off the table immediately looking for an out or a hiding spot. He did not want to talk. He yanked his hood up  and weaved through tables and then hopped over the back of a couch ducking his head as he settled on it. He craned his neck to see back over without being visible and saw the two of them sitting at a table by the front. He’d need to find a different exit. 

“Josten, what the fuck?” Aaron loudly asked from right next to Neil who had not noticed him. All of Neil’s things slid out of his arms and onto the floor. 

“Shut up, if Dan and Matt realize I’m here I’m screwed.” He sank lower on the couch, glancing at Aaron, who seemed more pissed off than bewildered, and the girl sitting next to him, who seemed entirely bewildered. He didn’t bother with his things yet, if Minyard gave him away he wouldn’t be able to escape even if it was all packed up.

“Why are you screwed?” The girl asked. 

“Who are you?” Neil asked, “wait, don’t answer that-”

“Josten!” Aaron repeated. 

“Shhh” He glanced over again to make sure Dan and Matt were still on the other side of the room. 

“Go away,” Aaron’s voice was filled with barely restrained anger. 

Neil looked around for another exit, there wasn’t one that he could get to unseen without having to crawl around on the floor. He wasn’t crawling around on the floor. 

“No, I’m stuck here until Matt and Dan leave.” 

“Just walk out!”

“Then they’ll want to talk to me!”

“Oh my god! You anti-social freak.” Pot meet kettle, Neil had never even seen Aaron with anyone other than his family and Kevin. Although, considering it appeared that not only did Aaron know a woman but she felt comfortable enough around him to admonish him for the attempted insult, maybe he wasn’t as anti-social as Neil had assumed.

“You must be Neil, the new guy. I’m Katelyn,” the girl greeted, pausing for a moment as if that would mean anything. “With the Vixens.”

“Right, there’s cheerleaders.” Neil realized, still not at all recognizing her. 

“You are not staying here.” Aaron said. 

“You’re taking calc?” Katelyn asked, leaning down and picking up the workbook from the floor. 

“No,” Aaron groaned. 

“Are you in the morning class or the afternoon one?” She flipped through the workbook. 

“Afternoon?” Neil checked to make sure Dan and Matt were still far away- they were. 

“I’m in the morning one-”

“Kat-” Aaron tried to interrupt. 

“And I can’t believe he’s already assigning homework and I honestly have no idea what’s going on and it seems like you’re ahead-”

“Please-” Aaron tried again.

“So, do you?” Katelyn ignored him. 

“What?” Neil asked. 

“Do you understand Calculus?” 

“Who are you again?” 

“Katelyn,” Aaron turned to her, “he’s fucking creepy.” 

“That’s what everyone told me about you.” She said gently. “Neil, do you understand Calculus?” 

Neil wouldn’t have minded much if someone had burst into the room then to shoot him. He’d mind a little, but not much. 

“Yes,” he settled on, still not sure of what was going on. 

“Awesome, so could you explain the first problem to me for lesson three?” 

“Don’t all the athletes get tutors?” 

“We do,” she paused for a moment. “Mine are less than helpful and I was actually just asking Aaron if he knew anyone who could help me because if I don’t understand the fundamentals then I’m definitely gonna fail and low and behold you literally fall from the sky. So, if you helped me out I’d owe you one.” 

Neil did not want to speak to Katelyn, she seemed to talk a lot. He did not want to spend quality time with anyone much less Aaron Minyard. He was stuck on this couch until Matt and Dan left. 

“Fine, but you don’t owe me there is nothing you could possibly give me.” 

“Really? Most people wouldn’t even hesitate before asking me to set them up with another Vixen.” 

“I’ll actually consider us even if you never do that.”

“Got it,” she held her hands up in surrender. 

Neil realized that he just agreed to helping Katelyn at the same time Aaron did.

“What did I do today to deserve this?” Aaron said. 

“I’d consider this worse for me than you.” Neil murmured, taking his workbook back and looking at the problem.

Katelyn patted Aaron on the arm. 

Neil explained the problem, once. Checking periodically that Matt and Dan were still studying. Katelyn asked questions, Aaron mostly brooded. Neil answered both to pass time and because he couldn’t help himself. He knew the answer, he had to say it. 

“You’re really good at this Neil, thank you.” Katelyn said. 

“Okay.” He had no idea how to respond to that. His neck was starting to hurt from the weird position he was sitting in. Katelyn looked at Aaron and then stood up. She winked at Neil- who in turn asked “what the fuck?” 

Katelyn went across the room almost skipping up to Dan and Matt emphatically talking. 

“Oh What-”

“Can it, Josten. She’s gonna get them to leave.”

“What are you two telepathic?”

“No, I just know her and Katelyn’s not the type to sell anyone out. Speaking of- this,” Aaron gestured around. “Doesn’t get back to Andrew, got it?” he was trying to be threatening. Compared to Andrew it was sort of funny, compared to Neil’s dad or Lola it was down right comedic gold. 

“I don’t care enough about you to gossip to Andrew.” Neil told him. “I’m also not one of you goons that has to report back to him.” 

“I don’t have to do anything.”

“Right,” Neil raised an eyebrow, “which is why you and the cheerleader are hiding in a library.” 

“You’re hiding here too fuckface.”

“Yes, to avoid this.” Neil glanced back over his shoulder and sure enough Katelyn had gotten Matt and Dan up and moving out of the library. He jammed all of his things on the floor back into his backpack. “This was terrible, let's not do it again.”

“I’d rather die.” Aaron said. Seemed a bit dramatic but Neil had to agree. It was the most time he had ever spent talking to Aaron and it made him understand exactly why that was. 

He went out the now accessible exit of the library checking to make sure there weren’t any lurking Foxes. 

He was starting to get a headache, Wednesday wasn’t any better. Not with Seth back at practice oscillating between hostile comments and staring into the distance. Not with the other overly dramatic Minyard deciding it was his time to shine. One cryptic phone call from a cop and a punch directly to the wall and Andrew was off leaving behind a host of confused Foxes. 

“Answer’s now, Aaron.” Wymack said the second the door slammed behind Andrew. 

“I don’t know,” Aaron said. 

Neil went back to stretching, shaking his head and deciding this wasn’t his business. Even ignoring the shit Andrew had pulled with Neil, his past had at least four dudes nearly beaten to death. Neil was good, he had enough problems. 

“My ass you don’t.” Coach continued. 

Neil tried to find the right angle to stretch to fix the tweak in his neck. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know why Higgins is calling. Call him back or take it up with Andrew if you want answers. He was Andrew’s mentor, not mine. I only met the guy once.” 

“He obviously left an impression if you still remember him.” 

“Oh, is he-” Nicky interjected, trailing off. 

“Yeah,” Aaron said. “He’s the one who told me I had a brother.” 

“What the fuck?” Allison asked. 

“Allison.” Renee scolded gently. 

“No, you can’t just fucking drop that on us. Explain, fun sized.” 

“Fuck you Reynolds,” Aaron shot back.. 

“In your sweet dreams.” 

“Aren’t we supposed to be practicing?’ Neil loudly asked because Kevin hadn’t already. 

Coach knocked everyone into gear, ordering them all to gossip on their own time. And they went into the usual aggressive drills. 

After practice, Neil saw a prophetic vision of everyone being super annoying in every car on the short drive back to the dorms, so he jogged back instead. He walked straight past all the Foxes standing around the parking lot. 

“Hey Neil,” Nicky called. 

“Don’t care.” Neil called back, going directly into the building. He checked his pockets for his cigarettes and went out the side entrance of the dorms. Going to the back to sit in the grass. 

He figured that the Foxes would have some kind of group meeting, sans Andrew and Aaron. They all had too many questions and Nicky was always quick with answers in an effort to make others like him. Neil decided that explaining theorems to Katelyn was enough communication for the week. Maybe next week he’d be a nosey bitch. 

On Friday they had a six hour drive to Belmonte University for a game. After he finished the last of his homework, Neil spent the rest of the ride staring up at the ceiling and debating whether jumping out of the window of a speeding bus would be less painful then his headache. 

When they got to the stadium after a quick dinner, Neil was once more glad that he’d ripped the bandaid of his scars off early. As Belmonte had no shower stalls. If he’d been attempting to live that would have been a conundrum. One that likely would have ended with him kicked off the team for reeking. But alas he didn’t have that problem. 

Once they were all suited up, Neil stared out at the Terrapins. He didn’t think they’d win. Everyone was still on edge from Seth’s attempted murder and Andrew’s phone call. Which meant they were all taking it out on each other. Part of Neil realized he’d probably die before he won another Exy game. 

He saw orange and turned as the Vixen’s filed out to their bench. Right, cheerleaders. Sure enough as all the cheerleaders started checking each other over for ticks or something in a flurry of movement, Katelyn was stood entirely still staring at the Foxes. She made eye contact with Neil and then before he could look away she waved. 

“Hey Neil,” she yelled. 

“Damn, Neil. I get it- you’re too cool for us because you're stealing Aaron’s girlfriend.” Nicky whistled, giving a wave to Katelyn back when it became obvious Neil wouldn’t. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Aaron corrected. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” Neil shook his head. He had the distinct feeling that he was being used. 

“How’d you meet Katelyn?” Matt asked. 

“She goes to the same school as us.” Neil unhelpfully informed him. 

Wymack interrupted with his pre-game speech and they were off. It was a disaster. Neil was sort of shocked to find that his night practices with Kevin were paying off, his accuracy and force were both improving. Although he kept finding himself wanting to just run down players instead of passing or making shots. He managed to restrain himself for a while but quickly got tired of some dude calling him a ‘spineless rookie,’ in a grating voice. So he tackled him into the wall.

They lost by two points. Miraculously no one got a red card, but half the team had yellows, Neil included. Everyone moved back into the building, Renee and Dan hanging back for press. They showered and changed out, getting back on the bus for the ride home. 

It was late when they got back and Neil went straight to sleep. Waking up with a headache to an empty dorm. A mostly empty dorm he realized when he stepped out of the bedroom and found Seth drunk on the floor in front of the couch in a pile of blankets and pillows.

Neil started to back up back into the bedroom. 

“Neil?” Seth asked. 

Neil hesitated a moment too long. 

“You were right, weren’t you. I’m the weak link.” For once Seth didn’t angry. He didn’t sound like anything. “We’re just gonna keep being a piece of shit losing team. Cause I’m a piece a shitand I keep hitting everyone.” All of his words slurred together but Neil understood enough.

Neil wondered where everyone was. Wondered if not having a headache would make him more inclined to comfort Seth. Wondered if Seth would die anyways. If the both of them died this season the team wouldn’t have enough players.

“You’re right.’ Neil told him, squatting down in front of Seth and taking the bottle from him. “If you weren’t there picking fights the team would be better.”

“Fuck you.” 

“What do you want Seth, why stick out this long?” Neil asked. Seth was the last remaining member of the original Fox line-up handpicked by Wymack to launch his charitable Fox den. The only one to make it to the fifth year. 

“I don’t have anything else, this is it.” He sat up with a wobble and gestured around to the dorm nearly falling back over. “And fucking stupid Riko almost ended it in a fucking bar bathroom.” 

Neil put the bottle out of his reach and spotted Seth’s phone under the couch. 

“What. Do. You. Want?” Neil’s head was pounding. “Who’d attend your funeral, huh? Allison? You two have broken up twice since I met you. The team? Certainly not Nicky or Kevin. At least Renee might cry for you if you died. No family- I’m guessing. Maybe Riko would have shown up to gloat about killing you. Fucking pull it together. You want to stop being expendable, then fucking knock it off. Because your pity party is giving me a migraine. You’ve been on the team for five years, stop being useless.” 

Neil reached over and grabbed Seth’s phone. “Are you mad at Riko? Then play the fucking game. You’ve met Kevin, he’s like him but worse. All that fuck cares about Exy. So suck it up, leave Nicky alone, listen to Kevin, and stop picking fights. The team will win and maybe when you die someone will say nice things about you.” 

“And what’ll they say at yours, huh? Little bitch.” Seth was still swaying.

“Probably,” Neil sighed. “Now, who am I calling because if you start throwing up I will not stop you from drowning in it.” He held up the phone.

“Bitch,” Seth repeated, reaching for his phone. Neil leaned out of the way. “Ally.” Seth said when he couldn’t reach. “Call her.” 

Neil rolled his eyes and looked through the contacts for Allison. 

[creepy-bi-day]

Can I get New York Cody based off of a quote by Dan Howell? It goes “I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.”

YeS???

I didn’t actually use the quote, mostly just used it as inspiration, so I hope that’s okay!

I wanted to do a soulmate thing so like—- here!

Also, y’all get a detailed depiction of how I see Cody oop-

Cody cult supporters:

@fekst-fucker @the-acolytes-collection @despacitostuff @undercooked-ravioloni @freaky-farfalle

Warnings: mentions of abuse, fluff, slight angst?? Long story, slight depictions of violence, mentioned and slightly detailed panic attack, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Train Ride

You supposed it could’ve been worse.

You could’ve been beaten instead of berated.

A few months ago, you remember hoping that he was the One. You had been too shy to talk to him, and it thouroughly shocked you when he made the first move.

It had been a bittersweet day, hearing your crush speak to you, but knowing that he wasn’t your soulmate. He didn’t even have a Mark.

Granted, most people simply settled nowadays anyway, so you decided to try. He was, after all, your first love.

You forced a smile as he continued talking as you waited for the subway. It was your first time in New York, and he was your ‘tour guide’. Not a very good one, as he simply did whatever he wanted rather than listen to you, but at least you weren’t lost. You had zoned out instead of listening to his tangent, a habit of yours when someone droned in for as long as he had.

A sharp squeal of breaks attracted your gaze as a dark blue train pulled up beside you.

“Y/n,” the sharp tone caused a shiver to slide down your spine. He sounded mad. When he was mad, he became downright cruel. “Were you even listening? Or daydreaming about your nonexistent soulmate again?”

He had told you he was just insecure, that his words didn’t mean anything. Sadly, you believed him, even now. You knew he wasn’t the one and you were better off without him, but honestly?

You were afraid of being alone.

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, and you prepared to defend yourself. Your stuttering was cut off when he gripped your wrist tightly, dragging you onto the subway car that had shown up moments ago.

In his haste, you bumped into a stranger. You tugged you’re wrist from your boyfriends grip, glaring at him as he moved to pull you close again.

“Stop being such a bitch,” he muttered, taking your wrist again. Once more, you pulled away, instead turning to the man you had run into.

“I’m really sorry, I just- stop touching me!” You seethed, shoving the familiar male away. He stumbled back and stayed away from you for a second, seething from a few feet away.

You sighed, looking apologetically at the man in front of you. You felt your cheeks flush as you couldn’t help but take him in.

One hand held an earbud a few inches from his pierced ear, the other held his phone in front of him. He was leaned back against the wall of the car, one leg crossed over the other. His skin was a smooth caramel color, even if there were a few scars and freckles dotting his face.

His lip was pierced, as was his nose. Both were small, dark purple rings that glinted in the dingy lights of the train car.

Your eyes trailed down his torso, taking in the muscled arms and broad chest that his dark blue shirt clung to. You could make out a few bumps on his torso that might’ve been more piercings. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the sight making your cheeks heat more.

A black and white plaid shirt was wrapped around his hips, almost concealing the dark, studded chain belt he wore to hold up his black jeans. They wrapped around his thighs almost like a second skin. It was his shoes that confused you though. Black work boots were laced with different colors: one yellow and one pink.

He cleared his throat, causing your gaze to meet his.

He smirked at you, that lip ring tugging at a scar that ran from his eye to the corner of his plump lips.

Stuffing his phone in his pocket, he ran a tan hand through his inky black hair, vibrant green eyes meeting yours. He tugged out his headphones and draped them over his shoulder.

As he opened his mouth to address you, you were both jolted out of your daze as you were tugged backwards by the collar.

“Stop being a whore and staring!” Your boyfriend hissed, glaring at the both of you. “And you, back the fuck off and go fucking eat a baby or some shit.”

The green eyed male scoffed, lip curling in an almost animalistic snarl as he stood to his full height and stepped so he was in front of the two of you. He crossed his arms and looked your boyfriend over.

“Least I know how to treat a fucking lady,” he said lowly, directed at the male behind you. He then gently took your arm and maneuvered you to stand behind him, shooting a dangerous look at your soon-to-be ex boyfriend. “Only a fucking bitch would treat a woman like that, fucking asshole.”

Before he could turn to you, your boyfriend had laid a punch to your saviors cheek, drawing a pained hiss from his lips. A dangerous flint shone in his green eyes before he turned and returned the favor, knocking your boyfriend to the ground.

You placed your hands over your mouth as a strangled noise of surprise left your lips.

The man chuckled darkly, using his boot to shove your boyfriend onto the ground completely. He kept the extremity planted on the smaller man’s shoulder as he leaned down. He muttered something that caused your boyfriend to pale before flushing with anger and trying to squirm his way up from the ground. The boot only pressed him further into the ground as he shot a murderous look at the man on the floor.

“Know when to fucking stop, twat,” he seethed as he pulled away. He tugged his earbuds out of his phone and shoved them into his back pocket as he faced you again. His gaze shot to the doors as they opened and a sly grin slid over his features as he took you by the hand and bolted out the door with you in tow.

Your eyes widened as you heard the doors slide shut behind you, closing you off from your boyfriend who was still on the train.

You were in slight shock before you started to giggle, still sprinting away from the landing.

Light flooded your vision as the mysterious stranger tugged you out of the subway back to the surface. He let go of your hand and panted softly after the run, looking over to see you panting and doubled over.

A short laugh left his lips as he took in your flushed form. You glared at him through (h/c) locks.

“What was that for?” You cried, standing up and realizing what had just happened. “Oh gods, he’s going to kill me!”

Your hands tangled in your hair as you felt your world crumble. Your vision darkened and you couldn’t seem to catch your breath.

Two large hands closed gently around your forearms as he leaned down to look you in the eyes. His gaze was soft and full of worry as he looked you over. He gently pried your hands from your hair, keeping you from tugging it out.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay. You know how I know?” He said softly, causing you to freeze as the words on your hip burned softly, signaling they had been completed. “Because I don’t even know you, but for some reason, I feel in my chest that I need to know you. It kinda hurts, not gonna lie.”

He snorted at that, blushing slightly and chewing at the purple lip ring.

“I kinda wonder if there’s a biological reason for it but, I saw you and it just hurt,” he breathed the last word, shooting his gaze to the side as a car honked loudly. “I just- I needed to know who you were. Who you are.”

He met your gaze again, smiling this time.

“I knew I had to save you, I guess,” he finished. You blinked as you took in what he said. Did he not have a Mark? It wasn’t uncommon for only one of a Fated Pair to have it, but it still surprised you.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the words you were thinking.

“You’re my soulmate,” you said, before wincing and looking away. He tensed, grip tightening on your arms slightly. You rushed to explain yourself. “You just- you said the words on my hip. You said the shh it’s okay, you know how I know?”

He blinked blankly, seemingly taking a minute to process your words before a blinding grin broke across his face.

“Fuckin’ sweet,” he said, releasing his grip on your arms to wrap his muscular arms around your smaller frame, bringing you close. “In that case, call me Cody, doll face~.”

You felt your face heat at the sudden flirtiness of his tone. Your hands were placed on his shoulders to brace yourself against him and your teeth worried your lip as you felt how solidly built he was.

“Y/n,” you responded, smiling genuinely for the first time in months.

This seemed like it was a wonderful turn of events.

You were glad you’d come to New York now.

[tessatechaitea]

Justice League Spectacular #1 (1992)

Just off-panel: Bibbo's ice cream truck.

I probably shouldn't be reading this or Justice League Quarterly before I read the Giffen/DeMatteis Justice League but what can I do? That's the order they were placed in the short box! It would be a different story if free will were not an illusion but since it is, my hands are tied. It's either read this or, um, I don't know. Die from a temporal paradox? I won't risk it! I was looking through a bunch of my old writing and art last week and discovered a bunch of the kind of sentimental and sort of intellectual crap young people write. It's the kind of stuff you hide away and never show anybody ever and hope that when you die, it'll just get tossed in a dumpster with your old porn and Magic the Gathering cards. But it got me thinking about how brave I am! So brave! The kind of brave you wouldn't hesitate to call some jerk who signed up for the military because he couldn't live as a civilian. No, no. More braver than that! And being this super brave kind of person, I thought that maybe I should share some of this old poetry with everybody! But not yet! You have to work up to being truly brave! So instead, I'll share this piece of artwork I did that was supposed to be the first in a lengthy and disgusting series. It's of Lord Fondlerot, a character I created for the Dwarflover online comic I used to do. He was really into fucking things and I thought, "Hey! I should do a series of drawings where he fucks every creature in the monster manual!" But instead of doing an entire series, I drew one picture and grew either bored or disgusted with the concept. So here's that one picture:

Lord Fondlerot fucking an Axebeak.

Now you're probably wondering just how terrible my poetry must be if I'm opening with that! Well, you'll see soon enough! This issue begins with Sue Dibny still alive and visiting a Florida theme park with her husband, The Elasticated Man. Wow, remember when Sue Dibny was killed and all the heroes freaked out about their secret identities and considered doing intense brain damage to every single person who ever knew any of their identities until they found out that The Atom's ex-wife Jean Loring had gone cuckoo for Atom's cocoa puffs? She wanted them back so bad that she began threatening and murdering the loved ones of all the super heroes. It was the kind of story DC sometimes does where you read it and think, "Well, the twist at the end of that mystery was definitely worth the destruction of the most stable marriage in the DC Universe and also the death of Firestorm and Captain Boomerang! So good!" I mean it doesn't make you think that. It makes you think the exact opposite. Tom King would eventually do pretty much the same thing in Heroes in Crisis but instead of Jean Loring fucking up by accidentally killing Sue Dibny and murdering more people to cover her tracks, Wally West fucks up and kills Poison Ivy and some others and then tries to cover his tracks. But at least Tom King's had all of those entertaining scenes where the heroes are doing therapy and we get to see how much they're all suffering from PTSD. That's always a fun aspect of super heroes we never get to read enough about. Dammit! I keep doing it. I meant it was the opposite of fun! Although I still liked it because sometimes I just like seeing other people in pain. Not in a sick perverse way where I pop a boner or something! Just in that way where you sit around all day thinking, "My life is terrible and everything is wrong and I hate my parents for bringing me into this wretched existence and the only thing that might make me feel better is to learn that Superman sometimes feels the same way." Oh, remember when Tom King was writing Batman and he had that two issue Booster Gold arc where we got to see how fucking insane Booster Gold was from living through all of those horrible, wretched, dark alternate timelines? And the only way he can deal with the trauma and the PTSD is by making a joke out of everything? I'll have to think of that as the canon Booster Gold when I'm reading Giffen and DeMatteis's Justice League. Maybe it'll make all of Booster and Beetle's inappropriate joking more appropriate. Back to the story, Sue Dibny, alive and well, and her husband Ralph "The Elasticated Man" Dibny are busy showing a bunch of European diplomats around the non-Disney World theme park.

See? You can tell they're European because they're all smart and shit.

The first stop in the park is to Alice's Wonderland where the diplomats are attacked by the Royal Flush Gang. They are a gang whose theme is playing cards and not expensive toilets. Their powers are the ability to ride on gigantic cards and to make poker puns.

If looking good in tight fitting costumes is also a power, it's my new answer to the question of which super power would I choose..

Ten's outfit reminds me of the days when nipples were allowed to show through tops without being erased away through some kind of editing software. The 70s were a wild decade! Sure, there were also nips on television in the 80s but the 80s, generally speaking, sucked and were a huge contribution to the downfall of America.

The King of Spades mansplaining their entire concept to the Queen of Spades.

It's true that the royal flush beats any other poker hand but I doubt Superman is going to surrender after this concept is explained to him because, in the end, they're not fucking playing poker. It turns out Maxwell Lord paid the Royal Flush Gang to make a little trouble so the Justice League could beat them up and get some media attention. But the Justice League has apparently broken up and The Elasticated Man just isn't hero enough to save the European delegates all by himself. He might have been if the Royal Flush Gang had done what they were told and not really fight back. But why would they do that?! Wouldn't they still be in trouble with federal agents?! Booster Gold finds Blue Beetle busy pouting in the old Justice League cave headquarters. Booster has decided to try to cheer his old buddy up although why wouldn't Booster just travel to a timeline where Ted Kord is already cheered up? Is that how time travel works in the DCU? Or did Booster already try that, it went horribly sideways, and now he's a little more fucked up in the head when he returns to the "real" timeline?

For some reason, Ice and Fire have also come down to the cave. Probably to accidentally go on a double date with Booster and Beetle. Booster and Fire and Beetle and Ice hear a news report about the Royal Flush Gang and decide to go save Ralph. Superman also hears about the situation and heads to Florida where he's almost immediately defeated by The Royal Flush Gang. Not because they're dangerous and competent super villains but because some mysterious benefactor has give them weapons capable of knocking out Superman's powers. Maxwell Lord is not that benefactor so who could have done it? Certainly not Guy Gardner, right?! What would he want with getting the Justice League back together. Isn't he busy being Warrior or something by this point? Power Girl, Metamorpho, and Guy Gardner all join in on the fight. The guy behind it all is that Weapons Master dude who is desperate to get a new weapon for his arsenal: a Green Lantern ring. The attack on the Royal Flush Gang fails to get him the ring so he decides to attack directly. But not in this issue! He has to wait for a regular series issue. Ice uses Guy's ring to contact Hal Jordan because somebody finally decided this Justice League wasn't really a big league Justice League. Everybody reading it knew it for years. But I guess Dan Jurgens was assigned the task to get a new, more believably powerful League together. So Hal Jordan flies around to pick up some new members to save the day. He chooses The Flash and Aquaman which seems about right. But he also chooses Crimson Fox which seems like sliding backwards into goofy Justice League territory. Not that I totally approve of Aquaman but I have to admit he's a "serious" choice for the League.

Doctor Light also joins the party. Although why she'd keep the name of a pedo, I couldn't guess. Just become Lightwoman or something. But no! Once some jerk earns their doctorate, they just have to demand to be called Doctor.

I'm sorry. I was too distracted pointing out that Doctor Light joined the fight and how her namesake was a pervert to comment on Metamorpho acting like a huge fucking pig. Crimson Fox beats up some guys dressed as cards and admits that she's a boring idiot whose favorite part of the game is shuffling the cards. I understand the need to think up some kind of goofy one-liner when you go into battle but shouldn't you at least try to think up one that doesn't make yourself sound like a pathetic asshole? Weapons Master's plan failed but he figures he has enough information to get Green Lantern's ring next time. He'll then sell it to a Dominator for a few bucks and maybe some slaves. The big hitters talk it over and decide they should start a new Justice League without the approval of the United Nations. Yeah! Who needs some stupid Earthly authority when you've got an invulnerable Kryptonian, an all powerful space cop, and the king of the seven seas! All they need is a Greek Goddess and a mentally ill furry with a long history of violent behavior and they'll have the big team back together! Booyah! I mean, without that stupid Booyah shit because Cyborg is basically a toaster at this point. Maybe. I don't know! What am I, Johnni DC, Continuity Cop?! The heroes make one more decision: split the group into two Leagues. So once again, they're forming Justice League America and Justice League Europe. How come I don't remember this shit?! Did the comics get canceled in '92 and then immediately fired back up? I don't seem to remember two different incarnations of these teams. Maybe I should have stored my comic books in chronological order so it would all make sense. Justice League Spectacular #1 Rating: C. I just read the letters pages and it looks like this comic book takes place between JLA #60 and JLA #61! So editorial decided the teams needed to be shaken up and the best way to do it was to disband the League in the regular series, have a special one-shot comic that gets them back together but with a different roster, and then send them back to work in the next issue of the regular series. I guess I should just shove this comic book into the middle of the regular series so when I reread it all again in my 80s, it'll make more sense! Let's close with the worst drawing of Aquaman I've ever seen:

Actually, he looks a little bit like Grunion Guy.

[knox-knocks]

home alone au

i was going write an entire fic for this but then i ran out of time so have this instead! also this got kind of long so i put it under a keep reading

neil lives with matt and dan his sophomore year of college

this is a couple years after his father was executed by his uncle, so neil is free to be neil josten without having to worry about his father finding him

matt and dan are going to paris with allison and renee

they offered for neil to go, but neil declined and decided to stay home

alone

after making sure he’s really really going to be okay by himself for two weeks, matt, dan, allison, and renee go off to the airport 

neil’s okay

really

maybe a bit lonely

but he did survive on the run for eight years so he’ll be fine

insert andrew

or “the monster” as matt and dan call him

andrew lives alone a few houses down from neil, matt, dan

rumor has it he killed his parents and his twin brother out of cold blood and buried their bodies in the yard

too bad there just wasn’t enough evidence to convict

so andrew minyard walks free 

now neil is NOT scared of andrew

he’s short, he’s grumpy, and he’s an asshole

but he’s not scary. not to neil

so he just kind of leaves andrew alone and andrew leaves neil alone

a couple days into neil being alone, he’s watching tv in the living room when he hears voices outside the house

neil freezes and goes to investigate

he nearly books a plane ticket to argentina when he sees who’s lurking outside

riko moryiama and romero malcolm

neil thinks they found me they found me they’re going to kill me

he quickly flicks on the light and runs upstairs to the find a weapon before he hides 

but they don’t follow him

they thought the house was empty and good to rob, but when the light turned on they got spooked and left

they actually had no idea neil was there

the next day, neil is walking back from the grocery store

a bit spooked after seeing andrew, but andrew didn’t pay him any mind

neil isn’t paying attention to where he’s walking and is nearly hit by a van

driven by romero with riko in the passenger seat

neil immediately recognizes them of course

but they don’t seem to know who he his

he goes home, confused and more than a little freaked out

when romero and riko return to the house that night, neil quickly finds out that they turned to thievery after falling on hard times after the moriyama/wesninski empire was dismantled 

and this is just some horrible horrible coincidence 

once the mobsters-turned-bandits are gone, neil goes to the nearby court 

it’s the middle of the night so he doesn’t expect anyone there, which is what he wants

he never played exy again after he and mary ran

but sometimes he’ll sneak into a court when he feels bad to hit some exy balls around with a borrowed racquet 

it’s not the same but it’s something

except the court isn’t empty

and that’s when neil has his second heart attack in a week

kevin day is on the court, firing balls into an empty goal and going through several intense drills by himself

everyone knows that kevin’s career was ruined when he broke his left hand in a skiing accident. he tried to play a season with the palmetto state foxes, but he was never the same and he stopped playing after the foxes’ failure

neil never thought he’d see kevin pick up an exy racquet ever again. but now that he has, neil is in awe

kevin doesn’t see neil, he’s too absorbed in his game

but the person in the bleachers does

andrew minyard is watching him from his spot a couple rows up

when neil sits to watch kevin practice, andrew hops down the last couple rows and settles a couple feet away

neil tenses, but andrew doesn’t say anything. they just sit in silence until kevin is done and neil leaves before kevin can spot him

neil returns every night after that, and eventually they do start to talk

andrew drops kevin off at his house but he finds neil again and joins him on a walk

they start to talk

neil asks andrew if he really murdered his family

andrew confesses his mother died in a car accident, but she deserved it because she was beating aaron and andrew promised to protect him. but he never met his dad and andrew hadn’t talked to aaron or his cousin nicky since he graduated highschool

neil understands killing in defense, so he doesn’t hold it against andrew. if anything, it helps him understand andrew better

in return, neil tells andrew about how he got his scars after andrew asks about them. he tells him the basic gist of who is father was and being on the run with his mom

he tells andrew about mary’s death and the burning car. the kidnapping and the dashboard lighter. the execution and neil’s freedom

they learn to trust each other, even though it hasn’t even been that long since they officially met

a couple days later, three days before christmas, riko and romero return

neil just barely fends them off by making the house seem full, using mannequins allison left over and the life-size cut out of jeremy knox tied to a roomba

he hears romero say that they’ll come back on christmas eve, giving neil two days to prepare

that night, neil doesn’t tell andrew about riko and romero. instead he lets andrew talk about his family, and how he adamantly refuses to admit that he misses them

neil feels a pang at that. his mother wasn’t good, but sometime he still misses the good parts of her. and he misses matt and dan so much, even though they’ve only been gone for a week and a half

neil tells andrew that he should contact his brother, but andrew refuses

aaron has katelyn now, and nicky has erik. they don’t need andrew anymore

and andrew promised to protect kevin, no matter what. nothing will come in the way of his promises

the next day, neil begins to set up a bunch of traps

he ices the steps to the door, and puts an iron on the doorknob to make it super hot. he sets up a glue-and-feather trap in the living room and tar and nails along the basement stairs

when riko and romero show up on christmas eve, they don’t stand a chance

they both quickly figure out who neil is, and they really, really want to kill him

neil doesn’t call the cops of course. he doesn’t trust the police, not after those two cops that were paid off when neil was sent to his death by his father’s hands

so he lets riko and romero go through his traps

and, if he’s being completely honest with himself, it’s really funny to watch romero get hit in the face with a flying paint can and the outline of an iron on riko’s stupid face is hysterical 

plus he shoots them with a bb gun, so that’s pretty great too

but neil’s fun ends pretty quickly when romero and riko catch him in the neighbors house

neil knows it’s the end for him

he’s trapped and romero has a gun. riko has two wicked-looking knives 

neil squeezes his eyes shut, silently apologizes to matt and dan, and waits for death

except it doesn’t come

neil opens his eyes to see andrew with a blade against riko’s throat

neil takes his chance and dives for romero

the gun goes off and hits riko in the leg, causing him to drop his knives

neil snatches it before riko can and drives it through romero’s palm before he can shoot andrew

the cops come, and romero and riko are arrested for all the robberies 

luckily, the cops know exactly which houses they hit, since they left the water running in all of them

neil and andrew go home to neil’s house, completely safe 

that’s when andrew kisses neil

and neil thinks that this is definitely something he could get used to

the next morning, neil wakes up alone

well 

with andrew borrowing the couch in the next room

neil goes downstairs. everything is quiet, and it’s snowing outside. it’s really peaceful

then he turns around and sees matt

and matt runs to him and gives neil such a massive bear hug that it takes neil off of his feet

matt tells neil that he didn’t want neil to spend christmas alone so he decided to come back to be with him. he tells him that he had to catch three different planes and had to get a ride with two other guys and it was crazy!

neil laughs and he really is grateful that matt is here

then a man with tanned skin and dark curls walks in with ... andrew?

no not andrew

his twin. aaron

matt introduces them as the guys he got a ride with, nicky and aaron

and that’s the moment andrew decides to come downstairs

matt stops because w t f why is the monster in his house and why does neil not look alarmed

he is even more confused when nicky immediately runs to andrew and stops just before he goes to hug him. andrew nods once and nicky pulls his cousin into a simple hug and doesn’t let go until andrew basically shoves him away

behind them, aaron and andrew nod at each other in acknowledgement 

and THEN

dan, allison, and renee pop up behind them

they caught the morning flight and made it back just in time

neil, matt, dan, allison, renee, nicky, andrew, and aaron all decide to have christmas dinner and exchange presents

andrew calls kevin and bee and they come over with kevin’s dad, wymack, and his step-mom, abby

neil doesn’t think he could ever be happier than he is in that moment, surrounded by friends and family

for the years to come, they all get together and have christmas dinner with each other

and it’s perfect

[the-firebird69]

You people take the cake the address is on the pack on the letter everyone can see it and he knows you put it on there because he writes it on everything not writes it on some things doesn't think it's going to put together a punta Gorda cuz you keep bringing to fort Myers first so what the hell is your problem he knows there's no apartment number knows you have to have the street address and wrote the street address on there on the face of it and the back everyone saw him do it three times on the receipt it's there on the face of it and on the green card and by the way you send it by the face of it and it's on the face of it and he remembers writing it clearly and it's on film we have a copy and it got the guy fired and they know who he is and his persona and his identity and it's not helping his case in DC the January 6th committee is reviewing it and saying you did this the other day came back 20 times and you're messing with it right now

We find that you're bothering these people a lot more than us you're not going after your chopper shops like you want to you're not going after all our factories that we took from you and you're not going after the products like you said you would and you're going after the Max and you're saying you're going after us we have a problem with you you're constantly harassing Us in her son thinking that we do stuff for you in order for you to do stuff to the Max and we're not falling for it and we're not doing it I want you out of our face you're on your own you've been on your own you just don't even know it it's all psychological and you're a complete nut case and mental patient and your criminally insane you going to prison you're going to be in the mental institution in prison we don't want to hear about you at all and talk to you at all see your dumb face and here you are every day screwing around with our son this morning Dan has a little show AKA Dave it's like well you know we're going to just take more from you and we're going to sell the bike and go after your assholes but they think that it's yours it's it's a game and you're playing it pal you're like lazy walk back and forth from your apartment it's proof that it means practically nothing can you figure it out yet and steaming f** yeah you're in trouble trench apartment and you're going down the river today in the least they said they're going to issue referrals against you Dan criminal trial for treason insurrection attacking a government facility attacking government employees murdering some of them before and after and during the event those charges being levied against you no matter what regardless so they see you threatening our son in the same you're trying to get out of it and that's what they see that's what we see it's not a way out of it it's a way into it you're going to get kicked out and you're saying you want to get kicked out then you say you don't want the bridge but if you get kicked out you need the bridge cuz you won't get to be able to get back here with tunnels alone and gosh it's real hard to figure out

Thor Freya

[victor-v]

so yesterday i finished all for the game for the second time in my life (weird thing i've never read a book or series twice) and it wrecked me for the second time. it was unexpectedly nice that i actually understood everything with so much clarity, but that makes sense i've got lot of practice in reading english since then. also, i wrote my thoughts on the book this time.

i can't understand how a book can have such an impact on me, i hate that and i love it, everything else that crossed my mind is under the cut

★huh andrew really bullied aaron into dressing identical to mess up with neil

★"i don't swing either way" is the phrase that made me feel more valid that the whole queer community ever

★neil is pure nihilism

★how can i EVER forget neil wore a tight long sleeved TORN tshirt that andrew bought this is way too much

★seth is dead and all kevin can think about is the line up tbh i do that often

★they are making a scandal about how they sit

★kevin telling neil "destroy him" filled me with power

★the most unreal part is neil ALWAYS keeping his roots another colour the guy must dye his hair every fucking week

★how did neil buy andrew's promise to protect him from the japanese mafia's professional murderers when the only people he physically bullies is an obsessive young adult with anxiety, a princess in high heels and his sunshine sister in law

★wait a fucking minute andrew saw neil filled with terror while holding the phone and immediately gave him the car keys so he could be alone fuck

★nicky fucking hemmick attended to improv class

★ according to dan few athletes were crude enough to start trouble at an ERC event, you mean as crude as neil?

★how to take care of your teammate while he's in a crisis according to: andrew→show concern and reassure him. wymack→10 seconds of vodka

★"hey, jean. jean valjean" is peak comedy

★the ravens walking in v formation is genuinely the most cringy thing you can think of

★neil first finds out the only possible person to date him is andrew because he was jealous of renee are you kidding me

★andrew only missed 13 from 150 shots on goal for fucking real what a Man

★renee is an angel, she's specifically andrew's angel

★neil truly is a watcher

★bee wearing a bee costume is the only good thing on this world

★dan and matt dressed like greek gods!!!!! they can adopt me already

★can you believe nicky is the one who got into neil's brain and planted the idea of realying on someone, and since then neil actively pursues an investigation on andrew's relationship status how on god's name i missed that HOW he's not even subtle about it damn

★he first worries about renee now about kevin goddamn it josten how can't you se how much you care about him

★it's funny how sexuality is such a heavy topic between them when they sure as fuck have some pretty huge stuff going on you know like dying in the hands of the mafia or being tortured

★i imagine andrew running to renee all bonkers like "listen if the cute guy asks, for fucks sake tell him i'm gay but make it ~casual~ maybe this way he'll get it"

★the sole mention of thanksgiving dinner makes me want to die

★kevin is checking the scores in a newspaper I forget this book is so 00's

★they should have spent the day eating turkey and frozen pie at abby's fuckkkkkkkk

★are you kidding me they are in the middle of a conversation and andrew casually chokes neil a little but it's ok they carry on wtf

★"we are all going to regret this" is the fucking worse piece of foreshadowing in this book

★neil interrogating andrew the same night he was raped what kind of fucking piece of shit does that

★i can't fucking believe neil went ahead and shoved andrew's hand under his tshirt in front of kevin, wymack, betsy and two fucking lawyers are you kidding me

★neil asking "are we? friends?" to nicky is so relatable because i also would have an aneurysm if someone told me i am their friend

★someone else tries to flirt with him and he immediately considers andrew how i was too ace to see it the first time i read

★jesus fucking christ riko is one truly fucked up sociopath and neil is the bravest motherfucker on the land

★how can he face riko like that in the nest and be extremely pure in other occasion

★"are we watching the ball drop? i want to make a wish" he wants to make a wish and i want to die thanks

★i can't believe the whole if it means losing you then no and side effect of the drugs shit it's unreal fucking unreal how oblivious neil is too ace to realize anything SOMEONE JUST CALLED YOU "DREAM" THE LEVEL OF ROMANTICISM

★the amount of heavy staring in this trilogy is ridiculous and all i can think about is twilight

★these books made me see how far from the 00s we are, for many reasons, but mostly for some jokes that can't let slide; like calling neil a battered wife, domestic misogynistic violence is not a joke

★i can't believe from all people, wymack was the first one to get andrew was into neil

★"that doesn't mean I wouldn't blow you" is such a funny phrase to be said casually why is it

★"you are a racoon, not a fox" oh andrew

★it only took andrew admitting he had a crush for neil to be all sentimental and shit, and that disarmed andrew too

★they are like some kind of animal that while you think they are fighting, they are actually mating, that's exactly what nora meant with feral

★half of last book is neil mooning over andrew jfc

★nicky made neil smile while distracting him from riko im gonna throw myself off a cliff

★i can't quite believe neil goes through a detailed monologue about andrews memory the man is impressed and borderline turned on about every talent on his crushe's shelf

★i literally can't follow and will never understand the quarrel/promise/agreement between aaron and andrew what a bunch of pretentious idiots

★every time neil's phone buzzes all i fear is the fucking countdown

★i thought "i want to see you lose control" was a collective fever dream i can't believe it's written on the books

★if i was nicky i already have told andrew to stop his freaky pretentious shit towards me

★neil to the upperclassman: ha ha fellas is it gay to unthinkingly call andrew in the middle of a anxiety breakdown

★"you gave me a key and called it home" is as soft as heartbreaking i want to jump off a cliff

★"i won't be like them, i wont let you let me be" is actually pushing me off that cliff andrews feelings are a fucking storm

★neil was kidnapped and tortured the day of my bday and that's not a coincidence

★neil's talent to twist the truth in order to convince andrew of anything is outstanding

★excuse me they have no right to be this soft i hate them

★they miss so many opportunities to be funny about the whole "protection" thing

★did he really had a mental breakdown over where to fucking sit on the bus lmao

★"don't come crying to me when someone breaks your face" is the second most awful piece of foreshadowing

★lets be honest for a second andrew should be a fucking writer because all those things he says? edgy myspace pretentious poetry

★im sorry but i don't care about literally anything except neil smiling onto andrew's neck bye

★andrew ghosted a kiss across neil's hip im dead for real

★abby kissed neil's forehead farewell after cleaning all his injuries i have no words he's recieving all the affection he deserves

★cant believe you don't see aaron is fucking worried neil is taking advantage of andrew

★i mean yeah ok don't talk love but neil is sad that nicky thinks it was only hate sex, and he immediately acknowledged it meant more than that to him bc his demi btw wtf does hate sex mean i can't believe you hate someone so much you wanna suck his dick

★they all went horseback riding when will i have a group of friends like that

★"who's humanising who in that relationship" i know right nicky

★kevin locking himself to have a panic attack is the most relatable thing

★the car encounter with ichirou holds the same tension as a mr robot scene

★the proposal of playing olympics and being unstoppable feels like marriage or smth

★neil is literally having his hot girl summer

★i adore neil's overflow of emotions after swallowing everything for so many years. represented, thanks.

★andrew terrorising katelyn who the fuck does he think he is what an annoying asshole

★"did you know i've never been skiing" is the most epic line

★i cheer to the sole mention of laila

★alvares can deck me right now and i would say thank you

★"war is profitable" aaron knows what's up

★sometimes i want to slap them is2g

★that scene at eden's where they are all discussing how roland found out and aaron ends up being the only straight one lmao boy it's your punishment for being so homophobic

★the whole "deadliest piece on the board" spech is 100 times better when you consider kevin was wasted and overly exaggerating every word and gesture

★can you imagine those few fans supporting kevin's new tattoo screaming YAAAAASSSSS QUEEEEEEEEEN while snapping fingers i'm cackling

★matt in court body slamming into anyone that's been a problem to the foxes: VIBE CHECK MOTHERFUCKER

★neil kissed andrew in castle fucking evermore the audacity i adore him

[robininthelabyrinth]

Fic: Trouble on the Way - Chapter 2/4 (Ao3 link) Fandom: The Flash, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow (total AU) Pairing: Mick Rory/Leonard Snart Series: Sequel to Bad Moon Rising Warning: explicit adult content

Summary: It occurs to Len that maybe he’s been willfully ignoring reality when it came to Mick’s new condition. Oh, sure, he’d done the basic research, the public stuff, but he’d been so determined not to make Mick feel like any more of a freak than he already did that he’d perhaps skimped a little on some of the details that were turning out to be more relevant than he’d originally thought.

Time to fix that.

A/N: Will only make sense if you’ve read the first one in the series, as it follows straight on it, but I think the first one is one of my best standalones, so I’m making this a sequel instead

An executive decision was made that (in the spirit of the first one) this series is going to be like a minimum of 70% kinky smut, because we can always use more of that in this fandom, so, uh, mind the full set of warnings on Ao3.

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They put their stuff in a car and move to the house on Sullivan, Len keeping an eye on Mick as it gets closer to moonrise. The benefits of being with a pack are definitely showing: Mick's calmer than he usually is, less angry. Normally by this time they would have already locked themselves indoors, Len putting on something for Mick to watch, some documentary or another, and letting him pace and hit the walls until he made a game-time decision as to whether he needed to be locked into a room or if he thought he could handle the transformation free and clear.

Werewolf transformations are only really necessary on the night of the full moon – while humans typically perceive three days of fullness, wolves are more discerning. Sure, they can transform the rest of the time, especially when it’s close, but that’s the only day they really have to. Len’d been playing it cautious and keeping Mick inside for all three whenever he can, purely out of concern for Mick’s temper, but he's been easing up on it as time goes on and, as he’s said, Mick’s in a startlingly good mood this month.

Mick’s also more inclined to find excuses to touch Len than usual, but that happens every month. Probably the social instinct Mick mentioned rearing its head; Len wasn’t stupid enough to let himself into that bank vault with a fully transformed wolf, but the days before and after, he could always count on Mick finding a reason to sit right next to Len or to appear right by Len’s side to help him sit or stand up from any given degree of reclining, no matter how unnecessary the help was. Len’s not particularly surprised to find those tendencies seem to have been amplified now that they're knocking boots in addition to the other components of partnership.

Plus, it means that Mick is happy to take over the majority of the heavy lifting involved in moving their stuff if it means he can hand the box to Len, stroking his hand each time, for Len to actually put into the car. So, really, Len doesn’t particularly mind.

He is a little concerned about the fact that their otherwise unremarkably moving-of-boxes-of-stuff-to-the-car seems to have garnered something of an audience of nosy neighbors, which this neighborhood isn’t particularly known for.

The neighbors - if they are neighbors, which Len's not entirely sure about - are trying to be subtle: a few are leaning on doorways, some are pretending to read newspapers, one is even pretending to be throwing away garbage with almost painful slowness, but Len’s got a sense of his surroundings fine-tuned to unexpected prison fights and he knows when someone is watching him. Staring at him.

Len could take out his gun, but then they’d know for a fact it was Captain Cold they were looking at, and since Len rather likes this particular safehouse, he’d rather not have that get around. So instead he waits until Mick’s gone back inside to grab their coats and turns to stare at the whole lot of them – there’s got to be at least ten – with his best murder-face glare.

He stares at the first one to the far left, waits until the guy looks up and makes eye contact before flinching away, then moves his gaze to the next one, a woman, and then the next one after that, making absolutely certain that they know he knows they’re watching him and trying to convey with his eyes that if they don’t stop, he will find them in their beds and murder them brutally.

Most of them slink away like dogs with their tails between their legs. One just stands and gapes like a dumbass, and Len starts seriously considering going to go punch his lights out when the light bulb goes off and the guy dashes away.

Sadly, that probably has more to do with Mick walking up right behind Len and throwing a casual arm over his shoulders as he effortlessly shoves the box with their coats in it into the trunk of the car. Some people just can’t accept no for an answer without seeing that someone’s already taken, Len guesses, but he’s honestly a little befuddled by the fact that this is happening to him. Sure, Mick’s bigger and stronger and meaner looking, but Len’s no delicate flower.

“That was weird,” Len comments to Mick, sliding into the passenger seat.

Mick shrugs. “It happens even in the best neighborhoods –” By which Mick means the worst and most unfriendly. “– but fuck ‘em.”

Len shrugs and nods his agreement. Assholes like that aren’t worth the time spent thinking about them.

Still. Kinda weird.

“We’re probably going to be inside most of tomorrow,” Mick says, interrupting Len’s train of thought. “It being the moon and all. But after that, we really need to start talking about which safehouse we’d like to stick with more long term.”

“Oh?” Len asks. This sounds like more of the territoriality stuff that hotline Dan had been talking about – something about a desire to show off your place, “acts of territorial display”, which obviously wouldn’t work for the two of them because of the whole criminal-on-the-run thing –

“Yeah, it’s fine if we move around ‘cause the CCPD’s on our tail, but I need a place, one place, that I can say is mine. Somewhere we can really sink our roots down and defend from attack, if need be – old instinct stuff, back when wolves lived in dens. S’why I went to go look at all the safehouses today, but I couldn’t figure out which one would be best. What do you think?”

Len gnaws on his lower lip. Mick needs a place that’s defensible but also comfortable – on one hand, if Mick’s seriously thinking of expanding their little pack of two with some other wolves wandering around, then they’d need a meeting place anyway, somewhere with plenty of space. On one hand, that old bank vault on Thompkins would be useful for controlling anyone with a temper, but on the other hand, they’d need to find a way not to let themselves be driven away from it in the end, because Len can’t even imagine how bad Mick’s reaction would be to losing a place he had declared to be his own territory, and Thompkins Street is in a district that the politicos are always talking about renewing…

Actually, speaking of urban renewal –

“What about Birch?” he asks, naming the little place they’d been staying the day before yesterday, before Len had brought them back to Thompkins with its bank vault instead. It was one of their habitual favorites, being as the previous owner had been some sort of restauranteur and the kitchen took up nearly half the house before the guy had sold it all and moved out of the city – supernatural flight, they called it.

“I took a look there,” Mick admits. “I like the kitchen – four ovens is definitely the right number –”

“No one needs four ovens,” Len immediately says, falling back into the familiar argument.

“And I love the cellar there – do you know how hard it is to find a good sealed-up cellar that can be turned into a freezer room for meat in this city? Harder than you’d think – but it’s only got two bedrooms and one office other than that kitchen. Not really enough room.”

It’d always been enough room for the two of them, plus occasional visits from Lisa to crash in their office, but as Len suspected, Mick’s thinking of expansion.

“Yeah, that place is pretty tiny,” he says. “But we could knock down the walls and expand into the next few houses, one on each side. The place next door has a cellar, too – we could use the one in the main house for keeping your precious meat at the right temperature –”

“Given your theme, Lenny, I don’t think you have any right to complain about something being the right temperature –”

“Shut up. We could use the main house cellar for meat, and the one in the next house over for moons that go bad, especially if we might be dealing with new wolves.”

Mick’s quiet for a long moment, so Len turns to look at him, wondering if he said something wrong.

Mick’s beaming.

“What?” Len asks suspiciously.

“No, nothing,” Mick says. “Just – I’m real glad you’re on board with the pack thing. Real glad.”

“Of course I am,” Len replies, rolling his eyes and turning back to watching the road. “Partners, remember? You want a pack, you get a pack.”

“We get a pack,” Mick corrects.

“Naturally,” Len says. “I’m the boss, remember? I run the best jobs in Central City ‘cause I know how to pick the best possible crews; I’m sure between the two of us we can gather up the best possible pack.”

“The best pack,” Mick says, his voice dropping to a pleased growl. “Yeah, Lenny. We’ll have the best territory, the best pack. You and me.”

Len can’t help a smile, because hell yes, you and me. He pokes at Mick’s arm. “Even if we do end up collecting ourselves a new pack, they’d damn well answer to me,” he says warningly. “I don’t give a flying fuck about any type of werewolf superiority bullshit. My crews listen to me.”

“You’re the boss,” Mick says, but he’s still beaming, so Len figures it’s okay. Mick won’t ever bring anyone into the crew that Len doesn’t approve of. “But at least one person I’m thinking of might have some issues with that.”

Len arches an eyebrow.

“Your sister?”

Len huffs a surprised laugh. It hadn’t occurred to him, but it’s obvious, of course. Naturally Lisa’d be part of their pack. “Yeah, well, I’ll make sure she knows she has to listen to me if she’s gonna stick around,” he says with far more confidence than he actually feels. Lisa’s very much her own woman. But he’s not letting her run around in Central and risk her running into something like what he and Mick ran into, a mad werewolf out for blood; without a Mick of her own, she might end up dead instead of just different. No, Len will definitely have to lay down the law this time around.

Might even stick for more than a week this time, too.

Well, a brother can always hope.

“You know, fights for dominance are considered very attractive in the supernatural arena,” Mick says, and Len tears his focus away from planning the inevitable confrontation with Lisa to look at his partner, who is looks deeply smug for some reason. “Not sure if it’s something tied into the animal or into the supernatural itself, but all the old bullshit about showing off how good you are, how powerful, how clever, how quickly you can put down dissent inside your pack and establish your right to command, all that stuff? Totally a thing, if you know what I mean.”

“Is that why you like all those Animal Planet documentaries?” Len jokes, not entirely sure where this is going.

“Probably,” Mick admits gamely. “I’m just saying that I’m really looking forward to it.”

Len shrugs. Mick being excited about getting to go fight people is hardly news, backed by supernatural instinct or not. He’s not sure why Mick is smiling so proudly at him about it.

Maybe it has something to do with hotline Dan’s line of crap about wanting to “show off” a mate? Mick wanting to start fight over Len is hardly news, either, but Len doesn’t usually give him an opportunity, either because Len’ll put them down first himself or because he doesn’t go out as much as Mick likes. If Mick behaves this full moon – and by behaves, Len means gets Len off already damnit, and ideally not too much property destruction – maybe Len’ll let him take them out to Saints or even to one of the more supernatural bars and Len will start fights and let Mick finish them.

Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

“We can go bar hopping when the moon’s waning,” Len says aloud, nodding to himself. “Saints to meet the Flash, of course, but after that, we can go to the supe bars and start a few fights.”

“I like the sound of that,” Mick growls, clearly pleased.

See, Len doesn’t need magic pancake-making skills to make his partner happy.

“Well, you live up to your promises from yesterday and we’ll have plenty to fight people about,” Len says with a smirk, reaching up to stroke one of the hickeys Mick left high on his throat. You wouldn’t think that people would still be homophobic – there are supernatural creatures running around and they’re still worried about who sleeps with who, which clearly demonstrates the epic stupidity of mankind – but Len finds he rather likes the thought of Mick stepping up behind him and making clear where the marks came from.

Mick whines, high in his throat, and Len realizes he may have said that last bit aloud.

He smirks.

“You’re doing this to screw with me,” Mick says accusingly, mock-scowling at Len.

“One of us got off so far today,” Len reminds Mick. “One.”

Mick goes back to smirking faster than the Flash’s lighting strikes. “Yeah,” he says. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed how good you’re being. For me.”

Len readjusts himself, because he still finds that unbearably hot, and glares. “Better make the wait worth my while,” he drawls, nice and slow and deliberate. “Or else –”

“Or else what,” Mick says, voice abruptly low, lower than human timbres can reach.

Len’s playing with fire and he knows it, but fire is Mick’s element. Len can’t help loving it as much as he loves Mick.

“Oh, nothing,” he drawls, deliberately slouching down and looking out the passenger side window. “I’m not saying anything.”

He lets one hand fall down till it’s high up on his own thigh.

“You’re saying something,” Mick growls.

“What can I say?” Len says with a shrug, rubbing his hand up and down his leg, careful to obey Mick’s instructions not to actually touch himself but coming perilously close. “If you aren’t keeping me satisfied, then –”

Mick literally spins the car off the street with a screech of squealing tires and into a parking spot, reaching out and grabbing a smirking Len in for a kiss the second they’re standing still.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” Mick growls between kisses, his lips against Len’s, then moving down to lap at the hickey Len’d been stroking earlier, one of his hands falling down to cup Len’s cock through the denim of his jeans. “You little tease.”

Len laughs, his voice a little thready as his hips jerk up only to be caught fast by the seatbelt. “You know you’re the only one for me,” he drawls, but the real affection sneaks in there anyway.

“No one else,” Mick says, trying to sound threatening, but Len’s known Mick too long not to catch the little hint of insecurity underneath. Mick’s always been quietly worried that Len will trade up; he worries that he’s not intellectual enough, not smart enough, not quick enough, too undisciplined, too crazy.

“You’re my partner,” Len says firmly, because he’s never wanted someone else, not as a partner. Mick’s not talking about physical devotion, the sexual relationship that they’ve started on, because as fun as that is, it doesn’t matter; no, Mick’s talking about the important stuff. The stuff you stick around for. It’s not just habit, sticking with Mick, the way Mick sometimes seems to think it is. Mick’s the perfect complement to Len: he’s comfortable with people in a way Len will never be, he’s as good as Len at identifying a mark and even better at making deals, he burns hot but cools down fast, unlike Len’s tendency to keep grudges forever, and he’s strong, inside and out, in a way that would burn Len up inside with envy if Mick wasn’t so good about sharing that strength. So what if he’s not as quick with a quip or doing his figures as someone else might be? “Why would I need anybody else? And anyway –” He lets his voice trail away meaningfully.

“Anyway what?” Mick asks, stroking Len through his jeans.

“It’s not just partners anymore, is it?” Len asks. “It’s mates.”

Len still doesn’t fully understand what that means to werewolves, but he must be getting close to putting his finger on it, because he finds himself up against the window being kissed breathless before he can even blink.

After a second, Mick pulls away, and his eyes are glowing a little, not quite yellow yet but definitely not entirely human, his pupils dilated with lust. “We’re going to the house on Sullivan,” he says, his voice rough. “We’re going now. I made you a promise, and I’m going to keep it.”

Len wants to whine a little when Mick pulls his hands away and puts them back on the wheel – when did Mick develop self-control? Clearly around the time Len totally misplaced his own – so not fair – but leans against the window instead. “You do that,” he says, pleased that his voice remains cool.

Besides, Mick’s right. It’ll be more fun in a bed. Especially that bed.

If they’re going to settle down, Len’s going to have to find a way to get the bed from the Sullivan house moved into the house on Birch, or something like it.

Much to Len’s amazement, they make it to the safehouse relatively intact. Len jumps out to wire open the garage and Mick brings the car in.

“Bring the stuff inside, will you?” Len tells Mick, opting to head inside himself.

He can here Mick grumbling behind him, but also the sound of the car being popped open.

Len smiles.

He’s been enjoying what they’ve been doing so far, and yes, even the obedience to Mick’s orders that he wait to get off, but really –

Mick should know better than to give Len time to plan.

By the time Mick realizes that Len’s not waiting for him downstairs and comes upstairs – probably to bitch about how goddamn lazy Len can be, making Mick do all the work just because he’s a werewolf and has supernatural strength – Len’s in place.

“Fuck,” Mick says, coming to a dead stop in the doorway to the bedroom.

Len doesn’t have a stitch on him, clothing neatly piled in the corner, and he’s lying back on the bed, pillows under his back to prop him up; he’s working himself open with one hand, keeping his legs splayed open so Mick has a great view from where he’s standing.

He can’t quite keep the flush from rising up on his cheeks, though – less from the actual physical stimulation, which he’s been doing more in a utilitarian fashion than in a way designed to get himself off, than from the way Mick looking at him.

Looking hungry.

Len had hoped, of course, that Mick would react positively to his little surprise, but he’s just plain old not used to someone looking at him like that, like Len’s the most delicious thing he’s ever seen. He’s not used to the idea of Mick looking at him like that, those familiar eyes alight with lust and affection, and all of it his.

Yeah. Len’s definitely okay with this whole ‘mate’ thing.

“God, Len,” Mick says, coming towards the bed like he can’t resist. “Look at you. Just – look at you.”

“All yours,” Len says, and watches with pleasure as Mick’s pupils dilate, eyes going a little black with lust. “But you know what else?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re also mine,” Len says, still working his fingers into himself, acts mostly for show as Mick’s eyes are drawn irresistibly down. “Now strip for me.”

Mick swallows hard, nodding and starting to pull his clothing off quickly.

When he’s naked – and god, he’s glorious, naked and hard and wanting, Len’s amazed it took them so long to get here – Len smirks. “Good,” he purrs. “Now I think you made me a promise. Get on the bed.”

Mick crawls onto the bed, leaning in for a kiss, which Len grants him, nice and dirty and messy, before shoving him down onto the bed and crawling over him. “My turn to be in charge,” he tells Mick smugly. “Just like you promised.”

Mick groans and fists the bedspread. “Fuck, Len,” he says. “How are you this perfect?”

“Practice,” Len quips, and reaches out to wrap a hand around Mick’s cock.

Mick lets his head loll back, but he keeps his eyes fixed on Len as Len positions himself and slowly sinks down, grunting with pleasure as he does.

“Len – Len –”

“I like this,” Len says, letting his eyelids drift down, letting the pleasure he feels show on his face. “I like being all filled up with you, stuffed full with your cock – just like I ought to be –”

“Len…”

Len hums a little, then starts moving on top of Mick. “You like it too,” he says. “You’ve been liking it, being in charge, ain’t you? You like how you’ve had me the last day – begging for you, on my knees for you, on my back for you, like I can’t get enough of you – like I’m wanting you, needing you like I need water, like I need air –”

Mick whines, low in the back of his throat. His eyes aren’t black anymore, no; they’re yellow points of light, shining in the dark, the wolf starting to come forward.

“But you need me just as much, don’t you,” Len purrs. His legs are strong enough that he doesn’t need to brace himself on Mick, but he leans forward anyway, lifts a hand and cups Mick’s cheek, kisses him lightly.

“Len,” Mick pants.

“Now, I’ve been letting you call the shots,” Len says, starting to move faster, letting the stretch and burn turn to pleasure. “I’ve been letting you pick me up, play with me, do with me as you like – and you like that, don’t you, like having me at your mercy, like me being available to you, anytime, anywhere – to do anything you want with me, and me loving every minute of it –”

Mick’s eyes are wide and fixed firmly on Len’s face.

“– and I like it, too,” Len continues, lips curling up in pleasure, his eyes crinkling with his smile, his hips moving faster, bearing down on Mick. “I like it when you take charge of me, like it when you give me orders, like how you make me like it, like being at your mercy, ‘cause I trust you to take good care of me, like you ought to – like you do –”

Mick nods dumbly, his hands still fisted into the bedspread, hips jerking helplessly up.

“But there’s one thing you need to remember,” Len says.

And then he stops moving entirely, using his weight to force Mick’s hips still.

“Len!” Mick cries out.

Len smirks and leans forward until they’re only inches apart. “I may like being yours, Mick,” he purrs. “But in the end – I’m the boss.”

It wouldn’t work if Mick really wanted to keep moving, of course; Len’s human strength nothing against the force of the supernatural, but – as he suspected – Mick stops moving the second he realizes that Len isn’t responding anymore.

“Len,” Mick gasps, and oh, revenge is sweet; it’s so sweet. “Lenny – please – you gotta –”

“Isn’t this what you promised me?” Len asks, as innocently as he can manage. It’s not much, to be fair. “You said if I’d be good, if I could wait, I could – how did you put it – you said I could crawl into your lap, and make you give it to me, didn’t you? ‘cause you know how much I need you – how much I want you – and this is how I want you –”

“Len,” Mick says, and his eyes are wholly yellow now. “You don’t understand. It’s too close – the moon –”

“You said we’d be fucking all day,” Len says, though he does take pity on his partner and start moving again, though at a nice slow roll of his hips. “I don’t think the moon’s going to be a problem.”

“It’s not that – it’s the wolf – you don’t understand – won’t be able to keep it down much longer, can’t hold it back –”

“And what made you think I want you to hold back, exactly?” Len drawls.

“Len – I don’t wanna scare you, Lenny –”

And with that, Len’s plans for vengeance – albeit pleasurable vengeance – disappear into the ether.

“Oh, Mick,” Len says, almost tenderly, as close to loving as he can manage with his scarred-up old heart of ice. He reaches out and runs his thumb on Mick’s brow, under his eye; drags it down until it’s by Mick’s mouth, dragging it over Mick’s teeth, both the ones that are flat and human, and the ones that have already lengthened, too long for any man, too large for Mick’s human jaw. “You’re my partner – my mate. You really think there’s anything that’ll scare me away now?”

Mick opens his mouth, but Len leans forward, presses their lips together. He’s not sure why, but the kiss – he’d been aiming for something sexy, but it turns strangely soft, kiss following kiss, Len’s hands coming up to hold Mick’s head, Mick’s hands curling over Len’s hips to help keep his balance.

“I want you,” Len says between kisses. “I want you. You think you’re the only one who’s territorial, huh? Just ‘cause you’re a wolf and I ain’t? Well, I’ve got some news for you, Mick – all that talk about me being yours? It goes both ways. I want all of you – man and wolf, territory and permanent home and new pack, all of it. And you're gonna give it to me.”

Mick growls, and the sound isn’t human, and Len smiles.

Then he grunts as Mick surges under him, hoisting Len up and off of him like he weighs nothing, flipping him until his back thumps onto the mattress, pushing Len’s legs up onto his shoulders and driving back inside.

“Fuck,” Len gasps, the air punched out of him.

“You know just what to say,” Mick says, and his voice is low, guttural – inhuman. “You’re perfect – my mate – stronger than anyone else, because you’re a stubborn little shit that doesn’t know when to stop playing with fire –”

“Nah,” Len says, because he might be being fucked, hard and fast and perfect, might barely be able to draw a full breath because Mick’s pounding into him, causing him pleasure, overwhelming pleasure, but he would never be able to resist a line like that. “I think you’ll find you’re the one who plays with fire – I’m the one with the cold gun, remember –”

“I shouldn’t have told you, earlier,” Mick says, and, fuck, is he getting larger? He is, he’s shifting, bones cracking, and Len didn’t notice it the first time, too busy getting fucked against the wall under the moon, but he sure as hell notices it now, feels Mick swell up even larger, his cock getting bigger and heavier even as he moves inside of Len, his whole body expanding as he lets himself transform. This is what Mick was holding back, why his hands curled around the bedspread instead of Len’s hips – hiding growing claws, no doubt. “About dominance displays, how hot they make me. You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”

Well.

Maybe a little.

Len can’t help the grin that steals over his face.

“You fucker,” Mick says, and his yellow eyes shine in his face even as he smiles with a mouth filled with sharp teeth. “You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you.”

“Thought that’s what we were doing,” Len says, and groans when Mick pulls out of him, pushing Len onto his side and then his stomach, positioning him the way he wants him like a doll.

Len barely has to time to adjust before Mick’s in him again, Len on his knees and his face pushed into the pillow. He turns his face to the side, and oh, yeah, he likes this.

But he’s still himself.

“You like this position, huh?” he asks, aiming for jabbing and coming out mostly breathless, airy, intensely amused. “Wolves like doing it doggy style?”

Mick laughs. “It’ll be easier for you,” he says, and his voice is smug again, because he knows he’s in charge again, that the balance of power has shifted. Knows that Len loves being at his mercy.

“Oh, it’s all for me, huh?” Len says, moving back against Mick. He’s barely touched himself, but he’s close, he’s really fucking close, and Mick had damn well better get him off, and soon.

“It’s always for you,” Mick says, and leans down close until Len can feel his hot breath on the back of his neck. “You want me, wolf and all, huh?”

“Yeah,” Len says. “Yeah, I do.”

“Then you’ll get it,” Mick says. “I’ll take you the way you’ve been begging me too.” His hands are on Len’s hips. “I was planning on waiting for it, you know, building up to it, prepping you properly, but you always have to move at your own speed, don’t you?”

“Always,” Len says, even though he’s not entirely sure what Mick’s talking about. It’s not like they aren’t already fucking.

“I want you so much,” Mick says, and his voice is deep and perfect and how is he making so much sense? Len can barely think. “I’ve been yours since the beginning, you know that, right? Since before I got bit, and getting bitten only made it worse. I’ve been wanting – I’ve been dreaming of it –”

His voice cracks, just a little.

Looks like Mick’s not that unaffected.

“Wanted you, wanted to do this to you, but never thought you’d let me –”

“Don’t think there’s much I wouldn’t let you do,” Len says honestly, even though he knows it’s a dangerous thing to say. All but offering his heart on a platter, but they’ve already exchanged much more – trust has always meant more than love, to men such as them.

Mick grunts and his hips work faster, and then – finally – he reaches around to Len, starts jerking him off, and god, it’s scarcely even pleasure, it’s relief, it’s –

Mick suddenly surges forward, and stops.

“Mick!” Len howls, because payback is payback, but that’s just not fair – but no, Mick stopped moving, but Len can still feel him, can still feel him –

Growing?

“Mick?” Len gasps, because this doesn’t feel like before, like Mick getting larger as he shifts. This is lower, a swelling at the base, pressing against Len like – he’s not sure, but he’s heard – but no, someone would have mentioned – someone would have said –

Mick nuzzles Len’s neck. “You’re gonna love it,” he says, and his voice is cracked and open, half incoherent with lust. “Gonna love it, Lenny – gonna be begging for my knot –”

Len swallows and his cock jumps a little in Mick’s hand, because his cock is fucking stupid. “You’ve got a knot?!” he asks, because damnit, this is something the stupid hotline really should’ve mentioned!

“Wolf’s got instincts,” Mick says, still nuzzling into Len’s throat. “Got instincts, like I told you – gotta keep you safe, gotta take care of you – gotta make sure I’m the only one – gotta knot you, fill you up, so no one else can come and take you –”

“No one’s gonna take me –”

“Gotta take care of you,” Mick pants. “Keep you full, keep you happy – keep you mine – all my instincts screaming at me, telling me to do good by you –”

“Nice instincts,” Len says, and he’s so close, he’s so close – Mick’s hand is moving on his cock, the other pressed against his stomach, and the knot is so goddamn good, thick and hot and pressing against Len in all the right places, pinning him down and keeping him Mick's, marking him in a way that no human can, that no one ever has before and no one will ever again, and fuck, he’s so close –

“No one’s taking you from me,” Mick growls in his ear. “Never.”

And then Mick’s coming, Len can feel it, and it’s more than it was yesterday, filling him up, until he can imagine that Mick would be able to feel it pushing against his hand – he knows that’s ridiculous, but hell, why not, it’s hot as fuck, and then he’s coming, too, coming on Mick’s fucking knot, and yeah, this is probably going to be a thing to add to his list of stupid kinks – all Mick’s fault, every last fucking one of them –

He practically whites out when the orgasm hits.

When he comes down, Mick’s still big and swollen inside of him, still twitching, still spurting.

“My legs are gonna be useless tomorrow,” Len says, mostly because it gets Mick to whimper and grind his hips in a little bit more. He's not done coming; Len can still feeling him, every couple of minutes, another twitch and another spurt of hot wet heat inside of him.

Len’s pretty sure the knot should be starting to be painful, instead of pleasurable – the way things usually get once you’ve come – but he feels strangely floaty, stretched open and full. It feels good.

Mick buried deep inside of him, tying them together, swollen and coming, again and again – claiming him, filling him –

Fuck it all.

Mick was right.

Len does love it.

[the-firebird69]

This guy is a huge huge a****** next door this John remillard guy he keeps telling me he's a baby and an a****** and his wings need to be clipped and his legs need to be chopped off in his hands and arms removed ASAP so doing it right here and it's true it really has to happen this guy is a huge huge stinking a****** he's a little baby and a little annoying s*** is a his name he's just massively impetuous to be and he planned to be. Well I got to tell you something we don't like what he's doing and are not very happy with it and we are going to move him out of there permanently and the a****** doesn't care and all sorts of people want him out I've never seen someone like this before the goals against everybody and just sits there blabbing at them threatening them I don't think I've ever seen anybody that's done that and he's done it for so long so we're going to go ahead and do that we have a procedure and we're implementing it to get Terry cheesman out John remillard and the woman and Dan has a crew cuz they're assholes we need them out now and it's got to happen soon.

Hera

We're all working on it and we have the plan and we're making it work and happen and we don't want them in the neighborhood either and other people don't he's a sick f*** and it's demented a****** and yeah he's committed murder and a lot of people and nobody's brought charges it's a little weird you just sitting here sticking it to us and her son with this moron they were taking over their own and they don't seem to care even Mac doesn't so he'll be using him and using him up until he's gone and then we'll move him out cuz he won't be alive that's how I was turning out and we're apologizing to you too kids because and our leaders that's who you are because that's the way it is and he says he knew it though recently and she says she figured it out recently because nobody is enforcing the law but he's also he was also in everything he's not in everything anymore and they're acting afraid of him and it's a problem it's more time f and it's just ridiculous but that's what they're doing so they're going down to this moron and we keep telling them and the two are starting to understand it fully they agree and she just wants them out okay that's what it says but we have to get him out when it's possible and we're increasing the pressure on him everyday and we're controlling it and Max is trying to use it as a threat and Tommy f and it's destroying them and it's working far better than we thought. We're proceeding now to the next stage and things will change and he's actually getting to work Hera it is changing and he is shrinking rapidly and I will know to your benefit that you posted today exactly what it was and why he is shrinking more rapidly than ever and was finale it's because he switched the stashes and caches around on purpose and move them around and has been attacking Tommy f steadily and to remove it with a fleet that he was growing just like he grew the tower fleet and everybody saw it recognized him as a massive threat as well as time you have and now they're going after both and they were not as serious but now they are and the responses are getting are terrific from trumpsters they look like the a****** in the Superman flick tons of them recognize it too they're sitting there trying to start trouble and one would sit in the background and then the other one would so we're going after both and to find it to me much more survivable what's your credit you keep pushing and it works but we request patients at this time and we request more security teams from your card right and for them to increase our presence as they are also in charge and I will send them in as well as the leader now I will order this to happen and I will assist them in getting it done but we do have a bunch of activities tonight move the world so it's kicked off this actually delivers a devastating blow to them. And yeah the movie cesario has not started yet and our son figured it out Hera lol it was the rigged bunker that gave it away so now we have a consensus that that's going on and it's working and it will happen possibly tonight because I move them there although there is a point where it looks like it's daytime so it is it is possibly most probably going to happen tomorrow and then they'll be broken out possibly during the day I don't know. Could you see something it break loose in the facility and they eat tons of people and become huge and take the ship who will they get the ship. The sun thinks when lands there locally. He thinks that they grow and have kids and she lands and she ends up in the ship but not in Africa he thinks the ship crashes in New Mexico or is forced to land and it's the one that went up to Alaska and this has come down and we don't know what it's doing and it is around that area and it has been attacking oh this makes sense the date has been taken there and they fight this flagship tonight and they down it and the two combined tomorrow then they escape inside the facility and they kill and eat tons of people inside somehow it gets big inside they're disabled and hauled to Japan. But yeah that's the story

Thor Freya

I'm not mad at you for free Thor Freya or Zeus I'm mad at the idiot next door and you guys know that and you say it and I do understand what you're saying we're hitting him as much as we can we can do some help with doing what we can and everything is what we're doing and the piece of s*** just keeps on coming back and I understand what you're saying I need to know something are we playing as much effort as we can because he's always threatening him way too much he needs to leave the guy needs to leave he needs to die and it's got to be over soon and so I know you're trying and you're going to redouble and do that but these up here in Olympus we need to apply ourselves more and stop joking and threatening and talking and arguing with him and it's it's time to get rid of him. And they say safely and I agree but we're going to sit down I'm going to meet and I got to talk about it I said I don't want him having any leeway you know if you can't see that we don't need to do it and there's some things we can tighten up on and it says good so I'm going to go ahead and do that cuz we really need to get more serious with him he appreciates it. His behavior is such that he walks over people who let him push him around and what kind of doing it but we have to try and stop him and my husband is cracked you can't let him see you doing it so I'm going to sit down with an open mind I do understand what you're saying and boy we really base in that guy right now he's got stashes and Cassius and all the parks on Earth there's about 3,000 of them but they're all pretty good sized but the 40 are mega parks that are one or 200 mi by 1 or 200 MI and those parts are full of stuff and they're huge areas okay I mean it's the size of a country is a big a good size country and they're at them all day and night trying to get their stuff out and they're going to go down soon the clones are fighting them and I agree they'll probably knock themselves out

Hera

And I just want to make sure that we're doing it well enough and that they're going there and we're taking care of cloning in their areas and more and we're doing what we can to make sure they don't return these people are a scourge they're horrible and nasty assholes. And of course he agrees but right now there's tons of them going there huge numbers and it should be done pretty soon you have to be such a holes and my husband says we should try to have got a balance it and accelerate it with the businesses and see that so I'm going to send out this

Hera

It's a huge deal because with the Sears people feel they can obtain the ships and we're going ahead and we are countering this is a lot of people who feel that way especially this John remillard guy and they're his stashes and cashes so everyone should exercise caution and not allow them to have any in order to do that you really have to knock them out so it's odd it's kind of like she figured it out and now we're going to have to write it in format that we will adhere to

Thor Freya