#i'm sorry that there's only so few scenes for master and commander

[robin-evry]

HII i'm loving your works omg! could i ask you to make a bronya!yuu or silverwolf!yuu? (you can choose just one if you want). take care or yourself and do your work at your time, no need to rush! :D

I decided to do two but sorry if bronya is so short , aww thank you.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 ���𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓🐺👾

A member of the Stellaron Hunters and a genius hacker. She sees the universe as a massive immersive simulation game and has fun with it. She's mastered the skill known as "aether editing," which can be used to tamper with the data of reality.

Silver wolf!yuu is rarely known in nrc, they prefer to stay behind the scenes only a few students know about their existence.

Rarely appear in public, mostly using their holograms to go to school. It's pretty rare to see them actually outside of the ramshackle dorm.

Has a habit of disappearing and appearing, imagine your standing there and suddenly a hologram or game particles appear and silver wolf!yuu appear beside you.

Every time Crowley manages to piss them off, silver wolf!yuu would choose an area to vandalize at school, and some students manage to learn when you take a photo of it you can get a hidden message from silver wolf!yuu about Crowley.

silver wolf!yuu has a habit of collecting data about students, they have a database about their past, quirks, strength and weakness.

A very famous gamer in twst known to beat unbeatable levels of any game in twst and they use a fake alias. They hear about idia ranting towards Ortho about their game persona and find it funny. And join many game tournaments and win them easily and they gained money for this.

The ignihyde dorm is their second home, the dorm has good wifi for gaming. And manage to get close to idia and Ortho and talk about games with each other.

Their uniform has technology imbued to it. allowing them to access and project holographic screens on command. These are mainly used for quick data checks, sending encrypted messages, or pulling up maps and files in real-time without needing a handheld device.

They possessed a higher advanced technology than anything in twst. Also they use their aether hacking to change the ramshackle to their liking.

In battle, they would dominate due to having a lot hex on their side, they can hack into reality and get in the students file and remove the overblot. Or use it to discover and apply weakness towards the enemy.

They also have a mysterious job, operated as a freelancer, known for taking on jobs that require skill, secrecy, and the ability to circumvent the most complex security systems. Their reputation was built on their expertise in digital infiltration, information gathering, and high-stakes hacking, often working for those willing to pay for their skills without asking too many questions. most of their clients seem to be suspicious or not morally good.

Notorious for being a phone addict always playing their game outside or inside of class and when they were asked a question they immediately answered it correctly.

They also have a talent of engineering zoning out imagining about creating new tech ideas, mods and strategies for games.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 ❄️🌬️

Heir apparent to the Supreme Guardian of Belobog. She possesses pride befitting of a princess, but also the determination and integrity of a soldier.

Bronya!yuu is the embodiment of what a leader and an heir should be. Their charisma is able to encourage people and lead them towards the right path.

As well a dignified soldier bronya!yuu may look weak but are by far one of the most efficient in hand to hand combat, able to pin down a student who is bigger than them.

Has a tendency to reminisce about their mother and would just sit there and reminisce about them and grim would always be there to comfort them.

An expert marksman, rook and them once a week have a contest with each other who ever is the better marksman.

They are by far one of vil favorite, they are dignified, elegant and strong like a soldier and a princess should be, they also inspired epel to be more like them he admired them and have lessons with him where they tutor him.

They are patient and calm in the heeds of battle always believing as being one in harmony they could work together and forge a more successful path, as well being the back bone of a battle planning and helping them behind the scenes by shooting at the enemy

Them and Lilia would usually trade military tactics to each other over a cup of tea and also discussing other topics

They usually get burned out and they don't know when to rest, since they always have to keep a princess like dignity many of the first years notice and comfort them during hard times.

Bronya!yuu abilities allow them to enhance their comrade ability extremely towards its potential, as well to summon winter soldiers to help them but it takes a lot of energy.

Have a love and interest in history, usually seen in the library studying about twst long history and enjoy talking about them to their friends.

As well being a top student, always studying and getting good grades without any issue and always be respectful towards people

By far have a good reputation at school for being a capable leader, many students admire their discipline, while others have some sort of a sense of rivalry with them.

[cakeinpants]

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"Start this thing up." Jabodo commanded to the Sligs...

In a few seconds the X-Tractor activated with a low hum. Pat involuntary clenched the arms of the chair as he felt the repetitive stings of painful little shocks. Hitting just the right nerve endings, triggering a response. Pat squinted and blinked. He felt a stinging in his eyes, and though it had nothing to do with his emotional state, his eyes filled with tears, his body trying to react to an unfamiliar irritant. The tubes greedily consumed the liquid with a sucking noise, sending it into small containers. The sensation was.. unpleasant to say the least. But bearable. At least right now.

Shouldn't Jabodo know that a bit of pain can't scare a dancer? He probably did. There was no point in it apart from a little petty revenge. A reminder of who's in charge.

The Chronicler's ego couldn't bare anything less than complete obedience from his dancers. Pat's refusal earlier today really bruised it. He couldn't physically force Pat to dance, but he definitely could strap him to a chair. Just to feel his power over him. Just to feel in control.

But he knew he wasn't, really. The real one in control was Delvona, and if any visible damage was done to the dancer, he'd have to answer for it to her. And that pissed him off.

"It's a pity. I thought you and I could be on good terms." Pat heard Jabodo's voice again. "I guess we just can't have good things..."

"I'm sorry I caused inconvenience for you, Mr. Jabodo. But my responsibilities don't involve the things you're asking from me."

"Your responsibilities involve doing what I tell you!" Jabodo lost patience. "Turn it up." He growled at the slig at the control panel.

After those words it got worse. Pat couldn't hide a grimace of pain. It did nothing to the productiveness of the X-Taction but clearly gave Jabodo enjoyment.

"More."

The Slig tried to warn:

"Sir, increasing the intensity even more could lead to health-"

"Do it."

After that point everything was a blur. Pat felt his body start to shake uncontrollably, and his contiouseness slipping away. He tried to hold on to it, but didn't last long...

Pat couldn't remember much of what happened next. They must've managed to get him to gain just enough contiouseness to get him out of the X-Tractor. He faintly remembered being dragged somewhere, trying to walk but essentially being carried by the Sligs, as his view kept getting dark. Then they were asking him some annoying questions. Made him say his name and count fingers. He didn't want to answer stupid questions... He just wanted to shut his eyes for a bit.

Next time he came back to his scenes he was alone in his dark room, sitting on the floor leaned against a wall near the door. The sligs brought him back here and didn't even bother to make sure the mudokon makes it to the bed.

His head was pounding, and he felt so weak he didn't even try to get up, but that wasn't the worst thing. The embarrassment, the frustration and resentment boiling inside hurt more than the physical pain from the "procedure". It was so cruel and unnecessary. It was unfair. It was so unfair.. Jabodo doesn't care about ballet or art. He only cares about money and the sense of power over others, drunken on impunity and permissiveness, and there's no one to stop him from getting away with it.

Dance for that Chronicler? No more. He was done. Pat was at the point he didn't care what happens next. Jabodo is not his Master.

He won't see Pat dance again.

[erwinscrybaby]

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

erwin smith x fem!reader. nsfw. implied d/s relationship, he has both arms lol, unprotected sex, not that filthy i'm sorry :/.

“eyes open. keep looking.” you do as erwin says. although his voice is tender, you know he is serious now and you must obey they best way you can. not only because the consequences of closing your eyes while you should face the mirror and observe the very details of the astonishing scene would not be easy to take, but also because you absolutely loved to listen to him, to do as he says. he always knows the best and all you have to do is to trust him and do as he says. he is very good at it—no wonder he is the famous commander smith, the best, the bravest officer the survey cops have seen in ages. either inside the bedroom or outside, leading his men, he is sure of what to do most of the time. and when he commands, his voice is firm, confident. it is powerful—even though you feel like closing your eyes due to the embarrassment of seeing your nudity in front of his full-clothed body, you watch the scene. suddenly, so proud of yourself for you are the one he chooses to command in his private life. despite the fact you are madly in love and it could be a disaster, it is a pleasure, unmeasurable pleasure, to have him grabbing onto your waist, forcing you to rub against his crotch. you like what you see, you love how he looks wearing his commander uniform, perfectly neat hair style, trimmed to the classic military haircut. the small lamp next to the night-stand reflects on his blue eyes and you like the way they look like they are on fire. like they are on fire because of you. he touches your ribs, the lower of your breasts and you exhale. he has been doing this—hands all over you, but never a further touch—for more than ten minutes now and you barely can stand. your legs shake, your knees are weak. you are so wet that it erwin wanted to solely have you leaning on the wall and slide his cock into you, each centimeter of it, you would take him easily, without a hint of any pain. and, heavens, you are waiting for the minute he will decide to unzip his pants and fuck you dumb. you are about to drool when he puts one of his hands around your upper neck, his index finger touching your soft lips. you poke your tongue out, decided to have at least a taste of his finger. you are desperate for some more. rubbing against his hard dick is no longer enough; having his fingers pinching your nipples is making you feel even more needy. but erwin knows that. he is a smart man and he is doing that for a reason. you cannot see why, for him being always so forward—in normal days, it would take him three minutes to have you all wet and two more to have you moaning and tightening around his cock—but you trust him. you do not need to think when he is around. smith knows what he is doing to you when he grabs your ass and your thigh flesh, making you—finally, as you wished—lean over the wall and put your hands on the mirror. he smirks, staring at your surprised face.

“sorry,” he apologizes, grabbing your ass even stronger. you moan. “you’re making a mess on my pants, girl,” erwin says. he is not angry, you know, but maybe he is a bit annoyed for your cunt being so wet he can feel it on his dick even under a few layers of fabric. “i wonder if you’re going to take care of this later,” he laughs a little. his words might seem a little bit mean, but he is not. erwin is never mean. he is the greatest, the softest, the most careful master you ever had—that is why you fell in love with him even after saying it was not an option, for him being such an important, charming man that no woman could resist. you would be jealous. you are jealous when he is not around, when he says he must meet his other sub, too. it is a part of your agreement to clean the mess you do on his uniform. you are the kinky pervert who wants to take his military clothing off. then, you nod. “i will, sir,” you whisper. oh, yes. you will. happily, thinking about that moment again, waiting eagerly for the next wednesday. he nods, too, holding your neck once more. you continue to roll your hips against his, the fabric stimulating your cunt and clit all at once. “but please, can you fuck me now?”

erwin loves when you ask for him to fuck you. that must be his on his tier list of greatest lines he has ever heard from you. his whole body goes hot as hell and de urge to have you is almost unstoppable. you drive him crazy. and that is all you have to say. “fuck me?” you repeat and he cannot deny it once more. he has been feeling the warmth of your insides for so many minutes and, although he knows it is harder for you, it is not easy for him either. he missed you quite a lot—harms of military—these weeks and every single time he thought about you during the camp had him thinking about how much he wants you. only you. the other sub is no longer his sub because of his impulsive decision to finally make you his woman. he asked for you to test and send him the results, did the same and put a thing on his head. today, he is going to say what he feels about you. no matter what are the odds. good or bad. he loves you. so he holds your body and makes you face him, kissing you deep while his hands travel around your body. you are so beautiful. he does not even need his eyes to be open to remind of every detail of your flesh. adorable girl. you do that thing you always do: smell, kiss, lick and bite his neck, and he goes insane. he is excited, aroused, he wants to have you as soon as possible; he wants to say the words as soon as possible. instead of letting you take his clothes off, erwin quickly gets rid of his uniform. it is all gone in a second and he loves to see the way you look at him, admiring like he is the only man in the world. for your, you are the only possible girl. he knows that now. “i’ll get the—” you start, though he does not let you finish. “forget that. come here and let me feel you, doll,” he commands. once again in front of the mirror, your ass touching his cock, he makes you face it again. “keep your eyes right there,” he says and points to your face. “i’m erwin now, and you are only you, right?” continues erwin. you make the surprised face again when he puts the head of his cock on your cunt, feeling the warmth of it. oh, lord. he is going to die right now. that being the first time in two or more years that he chooses not to wear a condom, it feels totally different. or is it because he finally feels like he is having you entirely? or is it because you said you wanted him to do that at least once, just to quench your curiosity, and by doing what you want he feels entirely yours? each centimeter inside you is like crossing the gates of paradise and, with the sight of your even more surprised and confused expression, he lets out. “i love you. do whatever you want with that info.”

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 27

"You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding" / Matches / Scars / "Let me see."

Whumper came home for a quick bite before continuing their nightly vampiric fun.

"Whumpee come here", they commanded, "Blood Bag, I need your neck", they yelled sarcastically.

Whumper quickly checked the rooms.

Their glowing eyes darkened in frustration. They slammed several doors on their way out of the house, managing to break a mirror.

Whumpee quickly darted through the night crowds. They interweaved with the drug users and the erotic dancers, anything they could do to mask their scent.

They tucked a few pieces of trash in their pockets and kept running.

They were about to round a corner when a foot came out of nowhere. Whumpee tripped and fell to the ground on their stomach. They gasped trying to catch their breath

"What are you doing?", a familiar voice asked as their hand reached down and grabbed a fist full of hair, and lifted Whumpee up.

Whumpee winced and quickly stood to their feet, following the direction their hair was being pulled.

"Please don't", Whumpee gasped, and reached for the person's wrist.

"Don't what, punish you?", the person pulled Whumpee's head to their own lips to whisper in their ear, "I give you freedom in my home, and you use that to run away. Do you want to be tied to the chair again? That will make you a lot easier for me to access, I don't have to let you be free in my house, I'm doing that to be nice."

"Please, I'm sorry", Whumpee winced as their hair was tugged around.

"We are going to walk home now, got it", Whumper hissed, "if you make a scene and draw attention to us, I will kill everyone there. That will be a lot of blood on your hands."

Whumper released their grip on Whumpee, "do I make myself clear."

"Yes", Whumpee was on the verge of tears.

"Walk then", Whumper pointed, then followed.

Whumpee whimpered as they both walked through the crowd of people. They kept their eyes to the ground, not wanting to put others in danger.

Once home, Whumper pushed Whumpee into a chair and tied them down.

"Please I won't run", Whumpee sobbed.

"It's almost morning, you'll sleep here so I know I won't have any surprises when I wake up", Whumper finished a knot.

"I come home to get a drink, and you're gone. I waste the rest of my night hunting you down", Whumper ranted, "I literally, just, you have everything you need. Food, water, clothes, everything you require. Your living condition is more than fair. Better than most blood slaves I've seen."

"It's not enough when you are forced to be a slave, and to be fed from", Whumpee glared at Whumper, "I don't want this life, I want my old life."

Whumper groaned and rubbed their face, "that life doesn't exist anymore, you sold yourself."

Whumpee looked down sadly.

"Exactly", Whumper crossed their arms, "you sold yourself, don't make me out to be the bad guy, I'm only trying to survive. You willingly signed your life away, and I paid for you."

Whumpee felt their eyes tear up. Unfortunately, that was the truth, and they hated every bit of it. They looked down at the floor.

Whumper rolled their eyes, "I'm sorry to bring up such a touchy subject, but you've really pissed me off tonight. Remember, I don't have to do nice things for you. I just have to keep you alive."

"Why do you then, you make that threat daily, why do you", Whumpee stated.

"Because I actually think about you and your needs", Whumper collapsed on the couch, "plus your blood doesn't taste good when your miserable."

"I'm sorry", Whumpee mumbled, "for running away."

Whumper sighed, "there's a start at least."

"Are you going to feed from me, ma-master?", Whumpee shook.

"Yes, though you smell like the streets, which isn't that appealing", Whumper sighed.

Whumper went behind Whumpee and pushed their hair to the side. Their neck was covered in scars from their feedings.

"I only need a little", Whumper stated before sinking their fangs into Whumpee's neck.

"Ymph", Whumpee grimaced as the fangs went into their skin. You never truly get used to that sensation.

Whumper took a few gulps, then sighed.

"Okay, I don't know what you walked through, but I need you to shower. *snif snif* gag, pronto... ", Whumper groaned, and held their nose, "you smell so bad."

"Oh", Whumpee tried to reach for their pockets, but remembered they were tied down, "I put some trash in my pockets to cover my scent."

"Really, you were that desperate", Whumper frowned, and reached for Whumpee's pockets, "am I that bad?"

"You are so disgusting", Whumper gagged when they pulled out the trash, "shower now, I'll dispose of this."

Whumpee couldn't hide a grin while Whumper untied them.

"I'm glad you're amused", Whumper complained.

"Whumper's one weakness, their senses are stronger than they should be", Whumpee rubbed their wrist.

"Tell me about it", Whumper carried the trash like it was the plague, "shower now, you can have breakfast after. We'll go to bed soon after that."

Whumpee hurried to the bathroom, quick enough not to see the broken glass on the floor.

They screamed as their bare foot flayed open.

Whumper came running.

They smelt the blood before they saw it.

"Shit, I must have broken the mirror when I was looking for you", Whumper hurried to lift Whumpee up and carry them into the bathroom, "let me see", he pulled Whumpee's foot into view.

Whumpee shook trying not to scream as Whumper licked the blood.

"Let's let my saliva do its thing. The bleeding should stop shortly, plus it's being disinfected", Whumper looked over the Whumpee's foot, "I'm glad no glass got stuck."

Whumpee sobbed, "it hurts, Whumper it really hurts."

"I-I know Whumpee, I'm sorry", Whumper looked at the foot again, "the bleeding is stopping so that good, we will have to keep it cleaned. Never say I don't do anything nice, because I just licked your nasty foot."

Whumpee gave a small smile as tears fell down their face, "I guess you won't have to worry about me running away for a while."

"I guess not", Whumper sighed, "I don't think you'll be walking around for a while. You got yourself pretty deep."

Whumpee whimpered, "I think my adrenaline is going down, im about to pass o...."

Whumper pulled them close as they went unconscious, "you lost more blood than I would have liked. Your body caught up with you."

Whumpee's smell migrated into Whumper's senses.

"I guess I'm giving you a bath", Whumper sighed, "there's no way I'm allowing you to smell like this", Whumper rested Whumpee on the bathroom floor, and went to prepare the tub, "a bath might help your body a little anyways."

Whumpee made small noises as Whumper cleaned them, and dressed them.

Whumpee woke up two hours later on the couch. They found a note by their hand.

"I went ahead and gave you a bath while you were unconscious. Your foot is cleaned and bandaged and should heal on its own. Try not to use it too much while I'm asleep, at least. I had to go to my coffin. I'll be up at the normal time. I left some snacks and drinks for you and some other things to entertain you so you wouldn't get up, so please rest. Lastly, I cleaned the glass and blood up, so hopefully no more accidents. I'll see you when the sun goes down, Whumper."

Whumpee reached for a snack and squirmed into the couch to get comfortable.

Their foot throbbed a little at the movements.

They winced, and wiped a stray tear.

"Pain in the neck", they sighed, "pun intended."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened

[starlitwishes]

After a while of sitting with him, Wrenn found that he was finally ready to return home.

Having calmed down almost completely, his eyes were a bit red and puffy from how much he had cried. Yet the villagers who had crowded him before now felt like a comfortable presence, like a warm blanket.

Though, before he can turn in for the night...

"Hey, stay for a while. I gotta share these Pita Pockets with someone," says Ashpazi.

"Pita Pockets? With me?"

Ashpazi wanted to share some food with him? Well, Wrenn couldn't find himself complaining. Ashpazi was quite the chef. He had tried his cooking before when he was too busy to make his own, and they had shared meals once in a while. Though he had to wonder if the other grabbed some food to help cheer him up...

The idea made Wrenn chuckle.

"Yeah, you should join us. I like spending time with you. It's nice,” says Amir.

Wrenn sniffled before he rolled his eyes a bit, shaking his head as he sat down with them. Yet there was a soft smile on his face, something that couldn't fall so easily. "You guys really want me around? Even after the scene I just caused?"

"Yeah, sure! It's pretty nice, this thing we've got going on,“ says Tuman. "No matter what, a man's gotta eat, right?"

Tuman then shoved a Pita Pocket into his face, and Wrenn snorted. The spirit was there, even if he wasn't completely right on the necessity of eating--for Wrenn, at least.

Still, Wrenn took one of the Pita Pockets, and started to eat them. The flavors felt familiar and warm, only further reminding him of where his 'home' was.

The other three men spoke plenty for Wrenn, thankfully, having a merry old time with their food and messing around. Their antics even got Wrenn to laugh a little. Though one antic was a little too funny, and it made Wrenn laugh as he was chewing his food--and he started gagging, some of the Pita Pocket going down the wrong pipe.

"Hey! You all right?" Ashpazi called out.

Wrenn held up a hand to him, nodding once. "I'm... I'm fine, just swallowed it wrong."

Amir handed over a canteen. "Here, have some water."

Wrenn took it with a small nod, and chugged about half of it. Though his throat still burned, the water did help quite a bit--and he sighed as he pulled his lips away from it.

"Hey, looks like even dolls can choke, huh?" Tuman started.

Amir winced. "Hey now, that's not..."

"... It's fine," Wrenn started. "But... yeah. I guess it's true."

"Then don't take a bite of food when you're laughing!" Tuman scolded, patting Wrenn a bit roughly on his back. Wrenn winced, but it didn't hurt. "Take better care of yourself!"

"You say that, but it was you who made him laugh while he was eating..." Amir pointed out.

The three men before him started to banter again, with Wrenn simply snickering and finishing his food. He watched them all for a moment, not noticing that Amir's dog (or, was it even his dog? Wrenn wasn't fully sure), Sag, had trotted on over to him. He butted his head into Wrenn's hand, and Wrenn instinctively started to pet him.

Though after a few sniffs from Sag, the dog barked, and jumped up onto Wrenn, making him yelp.

"Sag! Get down, no jumping on people!" Amir scolded.

Sag only whimpered and whined, not heeding his master's command. Instead, he started nuzzling his snout into Wrenn's cheek, and started licking his face.

"H-hey...!" Wrenn protested, half heartedly pushing the dog away. "I don't even have any more food...! Why are you begging from me?!"

"Maybe he's just trying to cheer you up," Ashpazi suggested. "He's a smart dog, knows when people are scared or upset."

Sag whimpered again, giving Wrenn more kisses to his cheek.

"All right, all right! I get it!" Wrenn continued to protest, finally shoving Sag back down onto all four paws. "I'm fine, really."

Sag grunted and barked, circling in front of Wrenn before flopping down at his feet, grunting softly.

"Seems like he's gonna sleep with you tonight," Amir said with a smile. "That's what he does when his mind's made up. Sorry about that."

"... Heh. I don't mind. Guess I'll have to actually sleep tonight then." What a fantastic idea--just the thought of sleeping now was making Wrenn feel exhausted. With his own mind made up, Wrenn stood up. "Thanks for the food. I'll... be going to bed early tonight."

"Sure thing," Ashpazi said with a nod. "Have a good night, Wrenn."

"Don't let the bed bugs bite! They hurt!" Tuman teased.

Amir sighed and shook his head at Tuman, but turned to face Wrenn with a smile. "Sleep well."

With a soft nod of his own, Wrenn started to make his way back to his abode, with Sag grunting and hurrying to stand to trot behind him.

"... You really are gonna stick with me the whole night, huh?" Wrenn mused. "Well, whatever. Come on."

Wrenn opened the leaf-curtain for Sag to walk inside, and Sag did so without hesitation.

Wrenn, however, took a moment longer, deciding to look up at the sky--or at least, what little he could see through the canopy. The soft twinkling of the star, the cool breeze of the night...

Wrenn closed his eyes, cherishing the sight burned into his mind.

Sag's bark brought him back to reality, however, and he rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay! Needy dog..."

Wrenn let the curtain close on his little home, a yawn breaking through as he got settled into his bed.

Sag took no time to make himself comfortable at the foot of the bed, huffing and curling up right at Wrenn's feet. "Don't blame me if I kick you in my sleep, Sag. And don't bite me, puppets don't taste good."

Another grunt, and Sag sighed through his nose. Wrenn didn't know what that meant, but maybe that didn't matter.

Finally, after such a long time, Wrenn's eye lids started to feel heavy. Then slowly, but surely, his eyes closed.

Though he was finally asleep, tears swelled in his eyes and dripped down his face--but he was smiling. The horrible feelings that he was so used to took a back seat to the love and warmth the villagers gave him that night, and his dreams were sweeter than they had been in a long time.

[llycaons]

ep41 (2/2): cleansing really is that beautiful

jgy is really good at turning his genuinely unfortunate circumstances into sympathy points to skirt around responsibility. I do feel bad for him, I do understand his position. but he's not the only person here without power, and he's certainly only looking out for his own skin

and like nmj says, he's doing all this - crying and lying and manipulating - because he wants to keep a high social position. no other reason. and he admits it!

I find this argument so funny. like in fairness it's similar to the one that wwx brings up later but wwx and wn actually died and in wwx's minds, paid for their crimes already. jgy never did, and hearing him whine 'oh my god, I just killed a few people, are you're STILL bringing it up now???' is pretty funny

good point, jgy! nmj isn't entirely a bastion of flawless justice himself, but 1. he actually tries because he cares about it and 2. this conversation is about your crimes and diverting will not save you from him

oh, so poetic! so dramatic! look at that face!

OH DAMN!!!!!! CRIMSON PEAK MASTER COMEBACK

oh this is a good scene. correct response to 'their lives aren't worth as much as mine!' and a perfect example for people who genuinely think jgy is some hero of the working class. sorry, guys. he's only in it for himself and he;ll step on as many poor and margnalized people as he needs to in the process

bad manners, nmj :(

this was so cunty of him

idk I feel like there could have been a better translation for this

POINTING AT JGY!!! wow so yeah jgy is murdering him for no reason other than 'he kicked me out of the clan for killing his commander and yelled at me a lot :(' you would crumble into dust if you encountered a quarter of the hardships of the wens

holding baxia like that....

oh my god he's so off the rails

ohhh it that suibian I see 👀

okay this looks stupid but but it's my firm belief that this is proof wwx has at least a shadow of a golde core in his new body otherwise HOW COULD BE DO THAT

hiii sexy

it's so cute how he pulls himself up each step like that. he's so tiny!

and then all tucked out and flopping onto lwj's hand <3

so full of personality was this paperman that I forgot wwx had a real body to return to and I jumped when he reappeared on the screen. muppet effect

shoutout to lxc for trusting and believing his brother for this. you know if the situations were reversed lwj would glare him down for daring to suggest wwx was untrustworthy. and he'd be right but it's nice that lxc is so supportive

jin ling isn't easily intimidated, which is funny bc he keeps asking these perfectly reasonable questions like 'why are you trying to get into my uncle's bedchambers at night' and 'what is going on' and ignoring him/glaring at him doesn't work at all

oh you douchebag

I think su she's villainy is a bit dumb and jealousy is a weak and judgemental trait for a villain to even have but this shot makes him look like such a tool idc

personal highlights: I'm tired and I don't care much for nmj and jgy's situationship so let's make this short and sweet

meng yao's water carriers

meng yao's very smooth glide into a standing bow

meng yao's beautiful silver and white robes

meng yao deflecting questions about his intentions with "I'm just glad I...met...you 🥺'

nmj's side-eye to jgy during their brotherhood swearing-in

jgy's blatant and purposeful flirting

"I only killed a few people, can you PLEASE stop bringing it up still 🙄'

nmj yelling ASSHOLE and kicking jgy down the steps for saying he's better and more deserving than other people

sexy sexy suibian ♥

paperman!wwx going WHEW and flopping down onto lwj's hand very cute

[joylinda-hawks]

I came here to say goodbye to Mr. Li. WOH, episode 1. A subordinate of the military governor takes his master to the roof of the manor, where, as they believe, both of them will be able to escape more easily from Prince Jin's assassins. They both don't know who their real opponent is. On the roof of the manor, they are surprised by a masked figure dressed in dark robes with a scarf over his face, who immediately attacks. The governor's subordinate manages to repel the attack, he is a well-trained young man devoted to his master. He asks who his opponent is, looking into his large dark eyes. He doesn't know that he is ZZS, the prince's cousin and Tian Chuang's commander. ZZS does not respond and orders him to hand over a confidential letter. The young man refuses, so ZZS starts attacking him. Two young men fight fiercely as the governor watches from the sidelines. Fighting resembles a beautiful dance, but it is a deadly dance and there can only be one ending - one of the combatants dies. The fight seems even, but that's just an impression. ZZS is a world-class champion, an efficient killing tool. The governor's subordinate barely manages to avoid ZZS's accurate attacks, but he does not give up because the price is his master's life. At some point, the young man manages to tear off the ZZS hat and scarf. When the mask falls, the governor recognizes the killer and is surprised - ZZS no longer has to hide his identity. The governor asks ZZS if he is from Tian Chuang, ZZS replies that he came here to say goodbye to the governor. The governor's subordinate wants to take advantage of this moment when ZZS is talking to the governor and attacks. ZZS waits for this, deals with the young man with a few efficient moves and finally cuts his throat. His body falls into the courtyard, and the Tian Chuang members kneel. ZZS turns around and faces the military governor. The governor tells ZZS that what he does to others today will come back to him later and help the villains, and today the disaster of the future begins. ZZS listens to what the governor says, who states that he will die without regrets. ZZS cuts the governor's throat by saying the word "I'm sorry". The first scenes in which ZZS appears show that he is unlikely to deserve the viewer's sympathy. (of course, if someone does not know the content of the book) ZZS is a cold, decisive and efficient contract killer. No one and nothing can stop him from completing his task well. It is beautiful and deadly. Looking at ZZS, the viewer wonders how such a handsome man can be an assassin. I know, beauty doesn't necessarily mean that someone is good. This is formulaic thinking. At this point, we still don't know what the life story of ZZS is and what caused him to become the kind of person he was. Only later do we realize that the assassination order was another element that resulted in ZZS quitting the prince's service. Here we feel more sorry for the military governor and his subordinates who lost their lives completely unnecessarily. ZZS wears the mask of a calm commander, but inside he hides his own demons. You can't judge him only for this one behavior, you have to look at it from a broader perspective to understand what he did at the moment. ZZH was perfect for the role of ZZS, so perfect that it's hard to tell when looking at the series when ZZH plays ZZS and when ZZH really becomes ZZS. These two people and characters are inextricably linked. I can't imagine anyone other than ZZH in the role of ZZS.

[whumpzone]

Could you please write a drabble of what that one anon submitted? The one about jaffa knocking something over? Much love dear 🥰

I believe this is the post you mean!!

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Col watched on as Jaffa gracefully jumped onto the kitchen table.

"Hey kitty," he said, mirroring the way Master spoke to her.

She seemed to be on a mission- she padded directly over to the empty glass Master had left there, studying it for a second. Then she lifted up one grey paw and swiped it off, sending it smashing on the hard floor while Col looked on, helpless, and utterly horrified.

Master had definitely heard. He had heard and he was going to be angry. To make matters worse, Jaffa immediately jumped back down and walked off, apparently satisfied with her small act of destruction.

Col was alone, trembling next to the mess, looking every bit as guilty as he could. Even if he did try to explain, Master wouldn't care. He'd probably think Col had dropped it with his stupid broken hands.

Sure enough, he heard footsteps from upstairs. He didn't have any time, he couldn't make it right, he could only stay put and try to grovel. Perhaps if he did it well enough Master would go easy on him.

. . .

The sound of shattering glass from downstairs made Linden wince. Fuck. He quickly put down his crochet and went to investigate.

He found Col on the floor of the kitchen, staring in horror at the shards of glass before him. When he saw Linden, he seemed to shift into action, reaching his bare hands out to try to clean up the mess.

"No! No, leave them," Linden commanded, with perhaps too much force, but he wasn't about to let Colton injure himself just to try and appease Linden. Col obeyed, frozen in fear.

"I'm, I'm so sorry, I'm s-so sorry, please, I'm r-really sorry."

If this had been a few weeks earlier, this apology might have caught Linden off guard. He might have taken it as an admission of guilt. But now, he knew Col would apologise for the sky being grey.

"Let me guess. My naughty cat did this?"

"Uh, s-she, uh," Col stuttered, and Linden realised it was cruel to ask him. He didn't like getting Jaffa in trouble, but he certainly couldn't lie either. "I shouldn't h-have left it there, I should have tidied it away, i-it's my fault, please punish your stupid pet, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, I know what cats are like."

"But, I,"

"Don't worry, Col. Next time I won't leave it there. Cats like to push things."

"They push things," Col murmured to himself, as if this was completely new information to him.

"And now she's scampered off from the scene of the crime, hasn't she. What a menace. Don't worry, I'm not angry. It's only one glass. I just didn't want you hurting yourself. Why don't you grab the dustpan and brush, it's right behind you."

Col did as he was told, but when Linden reached for it he instead bowed his head meekly.

"Please, Sir, let me clean it up, th-that's what good pets do. Please don't trouble yourself."

Linden's hands fell to his sides. "Okay, Col, you crack on. But be very careful."

He didn't bother with the you're good regardless spiel. Col never accepted it anyway.

[queen-rainy-love]

Clotted starts to act a bit strange ever since the mirror magic incident. He starts to space out, forget things, and is mostly quiet. Pomegranate and Licorice are looking through his memories and feel like using it as an advantage. Suddenly, they command Clotted to attack Red Velvet. He does, RV noticed that his eyes are duller and has slit pupils. Pome stops and smirks, coming up w/ a plan. Clotted soon stops and is confused and feels sorry, while RV is suspicious about this. Call me Angst Anon

Well Angst Anon, you are excellent at adding the angst to the angst mountain I have formed so far. :)

So I shall fulfill your request.

*The scene is set in the Vanilla District of the Cookie Kingdom. It had been a week after the Ancient Ruin mission. Clotted Cream was sitting in the Pure Lily Sibling's home while Red Velvet kept an eye on him.*

Cream Puff: Is Clotted Cream okay? He's been sitting on the couch for a good hour.

Red Velvet: A week ago, he, Madeleine, and a few other Cookies were on a mission to the Ancient Ruins. They had a run-in with...other mom's minions. Ever since he came home, he's been spacing out, forgetting things, and has been way too quiet. We've been keeping an eye on him but he doesn't seem to be getting better.

Cream Puff: Oh no! Should we get father to heal him? Or should we get a healer?

Red Velvet: Father is still back in the Vanilla Kingdom and healers have tried already.

Cream Puff: Hmm...how about I check some spells? Maybe I can use magic to help him! *runs upstairs to find her books*

Red Velvet: Be careful! Don't trip! *A thud is followed be that.*

Cream Puff: *from upstairs* I'm okay!

*Red Velvet sighs and walked over to Clotted Cream, who is staring at the coffee table. He placed a hand on the Consul's shoulder.*

Red Velvet: Clotted Cream...please talk to us. What happened that day? *Clotted Cream kept staring at the table* Please... Don't push us away again. We care for you and we want to help you. But we can't do that if you won't tell us what happened that day. Please.

*As Red Velvet is saying this, Pomegranate and Licorice are looking through the mirror as Clotted Cream's memories play.*

Pomegranate: I see the Consul of the Crème Republic has so many bad memories.

Licorice: It would be perfect blackmail for the councilman. And if we find the other cookie-

*As he's about to finish that sentence, a voice came out of the mirror. It was Red Velvet's. Pomegranate quickly changed the images on her mirror to see Red Velvet trying to comfort Clotted Cream.*

Licorice: Wait...is that Red Velvet!?

Pomegranate: So there is Master's General. Would be ashame if he lost that other arm.

Licorice: Pomegranate wait! Dark Enchantress Cookie wants to have all five intact!

Pomegranate: I'm only advancing the punishment she will give to that traitor! *Brings her mirror close to her* Consul, incapacitate Red Velvet and bring him to us. Unless you wish to continue with these memories.

*As soon as she said that, Clotted Cream's eyes became duller and slit pupils were formed vertically. He jolted a bit as if he was shocked. Red Velvet was just about to ask what was wrong when Clotted Cream lunged at him, his hands close to his throat. Red Velvet was just barely able to escape and created as much distance as he could.*

Red Velvet: Clotted Cream!! What the hell!? Why did you do that!?

*Clotted Cream didn't answer. Instead, he stood up and face Red Velvet. Their eyes meeting each other.)

Red Velvet: (His eyes... something's wrong...)

*After three seconds of silence, Clotted Cream lunged again, this time with his cape ribbons slashing at Red Velvet. He did his best to avoid but eventually he was pinned to the wall by Clotted Cream's ribbon blades.*

Red Velvet: (Crap! I can't reach my blade and if I move, strawberry jam will be everywhere. What do I do!?)

*Red Velvet tried to pull the ribbons off him but they stayed put, digger closer to his dough.*

Clotted Cream: *With Pomegranate's voice overlapping his* Oh dear general. Master will be proud to have her child back.

*Red Velvet could feel his dough grow cold. He recognized that voice and was ready to raise hell. However, Clotted Cream wrapped his hands around Red Velvet's throat. He started gasping and tried to pull his family member's hands off him.*

Clotted Cream: *Still with overlap voice* We do not need you causing a mess on our way home.

*Red Velvet's vision starts to black out. He made an attempt to escape but Clotted Cream's grip held on. Just when he was about to pass out, he could hear footsteps.*

Cream Puff: Jellius Extremus!

*A flash of light and jellybeans missed Clotted Cream but it was enough to distract him. His grip loosens enough for Red Velvet to breathe again. Quickly thinking, Red Velvet landed a punch on the Consul's face. Clotted Cream stumbles back a bit, enough to loosen the cape ribbons. Red Velvet slips through and runs over to Cream Puff, keeping her behind him.*

Cream Puff: Red Velvet, w-what's going on? Why is Clotted Cream attacking you?!

Red Velvet: I'll explain it later. Just stay ready.

*Clotted Cream regains his posture, his eyes slowly getting brighter.*

Clotted Cream: *still overlap* I do not believe I have enough energy to keep him under my control. But do not get hopeful. You've only delayed the inevitable.

*Clotted Cream's eyes become bright again and the slit pupils disappear. He started swaying. Once he figured that it was safe, Red Velvet nodded to Cream Puff and both ran over to Clotted Cream. They helped him sit down on the couch.*

Clotted Cream: W...What happened? And why does my face hurt?

Cream Puff: You attacked Red Velvet.

Clotted Cream: What?! I'm so sorry Red Velvet! I...I don't know what came over me! I just felt so...so...

Red Velvet: Don't worry about it. Let's just get you to see a magic user. I have a bad feeling about this.

[pavvo20]

The Spark - Chapter 2 - Envious Escape | Poe Dameron

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Links: Chapter 1

Summary: When her childhood best friend recruits her during an undercover mission for the Resistance, Captain Kara Embers embraces her family legacy and joins the fight against the First Order. As the secrets of her past come to light, Kara never expects to be training with her mom’s best friend, flying her father’s ship, and falling in love with the Yavin-4 boy who always said he’d be the galaxy’s best pilot. 

A/N: Time for Chapter 2 - where we get the grand escape of TFA out of the way and learn a little more about our girl, Kara. This also sets us up to head into a little more of our own adventure here... BIG thank you to all those who have liked and reshared so far. There's plenty more to come.. so lets keep it rolling.

Timeframe: This story takes place right around The Force Awakens (i.e. Poe’s Interrogation Scene), but as it continues it may stray into the other chapters or establish it’s own timeline. We’ll see where this adventure takes us. 

Warnings: violence, language, sarcasm, moodiness, whump, lil fluff, kissing

Kara landed back on D'Qar as the sun started to set, quickly jumping from the cockpit of the X-Wing and releasing BB-8 to go immediately to General Organa.

She didn't get too far across the hanger before running into Leia herself. BB-8 was already chirping and beeping erratically at her feet, clearly distressed. 

"Hey, relax there buddy." She waved to the droid, catching a glimpse of the young woman he had arrived with in her peripheral vision. "Kara, welcome back." She said with a smile. It quickly faded when she saw the helplessness riddled across her pilot's face.

"General." Kara said, her voice catching in her throat as tears started falling. She quickly wiped them away and yanked her hair out of the tight bun she wore when she flew. She went to speak again and Leia held her hand up to silence her, knowing immediately what she was about to say.

"They got Poe."

All Kara could do was nod as Leia wrapped her in a hug. The entire hanger fell silent as Kara gave into the overwhelming sense of dread that she'd been harboring since leaving Tuabul.

"Come, we'll discuss this in my quarters."

It took a few minutes of guided meditation for the general to get her young captain to calm down. They both had been working for a few months on strengthening Kara's connection with the Force and using it to help center her emotions. Leia watched her hover slightly off the floor as she continued to even out her breathing. 

Leia also found herself dealing with more anxiety than usual. While this certainly wasn't Poe's first rodeo as a captive, but it was his first run-in with her estranged son since they were pre-teens. She could only hope that Poe would air on the side of caution...

Leia turned her attention back to the girl in front of her and brushed a few strands of her hair out of her face as she continued to rebalance her energy. Kara reminded her a bit of herself when she was in her late 20's. The girl was a spitting image of her mother, Athena Embers, who was a close friend of Leia's in the early Rebellion. Athena was a talented medic, serving as the medical general until Kara was born. She also had trained with some of the most legendary Jedi masters to have ever lived and what she couldn't fix with a scalpel or stitches, she likely could with the Force.

"Kara, you gotta talk to me." She pressed, keeping her voice as soothing as possible. As much as Leia's heart yearned to simply be a mother-figure to a girl she had helped raise, she was also her commanding officer. They were still at war and her squadron commander was a prisoner.

Kara opened her eyes and looked to the older woman in the room, pulling herself back from the Force. "I'm sorry Leia." She said, sounding a lot more in control than she did when she landed;  "BB-8 has the map. I'm sure he's shared that by now."

"He has. He's very much like his master, eager to please." Leia smiled. Kara's shoulders relaxed completely. Her usual look of determination returning to her features. 

"Poe and I were seen as we headed back to the ship." Kara explained,  "There were troopers all over the place so we ducked into a hut to see if we could wait them out." She briefly cast her glance to a landing ship out the window and then continued;

"All of a sudden, we heard several screams and Poe just couldn't stay still. He took his blaster and told BB-8 to make sure we went straight home." Leia could feel the girl's fear and frustration as she recalled the tense moment with her Commander. 

"I protested, insisting I wouldn't leave him behind. Poe gave me his most reassuring look, promised me that he always comes home, and ran out the door to save the villagers anyway."

Kara's eyes went to the ceiling as she tried to keep herself from breaking down completely again. The young captain knew it wouldn't have mattered what she said in the moment, the man was going to do whatever he planned to do. She was pissed at herself for following what seemed like a ridiculous order. Especially given their relationship. 

"Always the hero." Leia rolled her eyes.

Kara giggled past her resurfaced tears; "Always."

"He does always come home. It's just not without a few broken bones. He can't ever keep his mouth shut." Leia sat down next to Kara, wrapping her arm around her strong shoulders and squeezing. She knew exactly how she felt. 

The room fell silent again as both women worried about Poe's inevitable encounter with Ren but found their feelings to vanish as they thought of his strong wit, unbridled courage, and big heart.

"We will send a party out for him, worst case scenario." The general in Leia said, assuring her captain that they wouldn't give up on one of their own. "They know we'll be coming."

There was a knock on the door. Leia rose to open it. Lieutenant Connix was standing there, looking like she had just seen a ghost.

"He's back." She said,

Without hesitation, all three women took off toward the hanger.

...................................

Poe woke up to find himself still strapped to the chair in the interrogation pod. He ached from his earlier ordeal, his head still feeling like it had been crushed by an AT-AT.

"Good Morning Commander." An all too familiar voice came from the darkness.

Poe sighed as an unmasked Kylo Ren stepped into the light. He seemed a bit too giddy for someone as brooding as he usually was. 

"Couldn't get enough of me huh?" The sarcasm dripped from Poe's tired words. The few hours of unconsciousness had restored his sense of humor. At least a little bit. Poe was about to deliver another one-liner when both men froze. A too-familiar female scream echoed through the vents.

Poe's blood ran cold. Ren stepped a bit closer with a smug grin plastered across his face. There was another scream, but this time Poe could hear his name.

"Let her go."

"You know it doesn't work like that, Dameron."

Ren continued to force-project fake screams through the pod, watching the Resistance pilot squirm with each one. Poe squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to deafen the cries. Kylo could feel his guilt. The man really thought she was here, begging for him to save her.

It didn't take long for the screaming Poe thought was real, to be replaced with his own. Ren wanted to know more about his relationship with Kara. He needed to know more and he knew exactly how he was going to get the information. Especially while it was ripe for the taking.

Kylo probed again. Where was she now? Was she in love? Better yet, why had his mother taken a special interest in her? Ren couldn't help himself, suddenly wanting all the details of the life he'd walked away from. 

Poe wasn't strong enough to fight him today, and Ren torturing him with the replays of his deepest secrets and fondest memories was just a miserable bonus.

It was a peaceful night on Yavin 4 as Poe and Kara sat on the front porch of the Dameron Ranch. The Force tree was only a stone's throw from them as they admired the stars. Poe was nervous but hid it well from his friend. He noticed that her hair was down for the first time in weeks, as laughter and stories chorused from inside his childhood home. It had been awhile since Kes Dameron had any part in a Resistance mission. Han was sure to remind him of that, especially after a few beers. 

The mission earlier that day had gone well. Leia, Chewy, Jessika, Snap, and several other squadron pilots had joined them to ensure its utmost success. Now, they were all taking in a brief celebration and enjoying their first quiet night in months. 

 Kara put her hand on top of Poe's, turning his attention back to just them.

"Thanks for saving my butt today." She said, smiling at the pilot as he looked from her hand into her green eyes. Poe had never seen them this soft. They were almost always fierce and strong, just like she was.

"I've always got your back, Stargirl. You know that." He scooted a little closer and carefully tucked a blonde strand behind her ear. Kara blushed as her nickname rolled off his tongue.

"I could have died." She whispered, her own nerves getting the better of her for a second. Kara had flown her X-Wing a little too close to surface as she flanked the Millenium Falcon in an attempt to escort the ship off  Nar Shadda. She had just narrowly missed being shot down by a bounty hunter before they all made the jump to hyperspace. 

"Not on my watch." He whispered back, letting his gaze fall to her lips as he leaned in. He gently guided her face to his, kissing her softly in the faint glow of Yavin's moon. After initially being surprised, her lips moved with his and her hands played with the hair at the base of his neck. She deepened the kiss with a small tug. Poe's heart went wild.

She broke away to catch her breath, resting her forehead against Poe's, their noses still brushing slightly. Poe reluctantly pulled away slowly as he heard his father's laughter echo through the grove of trees around the ranch, signaling that they wouldn't be alone for too much longer. He noticed Kara smile as she saw Leia coming out the front door to join them.

"You two troublemakers ok out here?" She inquired. The general did her best to appear like she didn't know that the two had just shared a kiss that caused a swell in the Force. She knew that Kara was aware of her Force-sensitivity, but wasn't sure if Poe was aware of his or his friend's for that matter.

"Of course, General. Just admiring the stars." Poe replied with one of his trademark smiles. Leia sat down to Poe's right, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, glancing at the sky and then stealing the full attention of the young man.

"You've always been obsessed with the sky, Commander." She said as Poe laughed. "It's your first true love."

"Well, if that doesn't remind you of someone, I think we'll have to get divorced." Han joked as he took up a seat next to Kara. She couldn't help but notice the admiration in his eyes as he smiled at his wife. Han hugged Kara in the same way that Leia had Poe, taking a moment to enjoy the true sense of family they all felt right there on the porch. Both Generals had been apart of the young pilots' lives since they were kids. They had a hand in raising them and were now training and caring for them as they established themselves as the exceptional fighters they both were today. Kes took in the scene from the front door, wishing his wife was there to see their little family all together again. Poe felt more at peace in the moment than he had in years. He could finally admit that while they were still at war, things looked like they were going to be alright.

Kylo pulled out of Poe's mind, smashing the control panel on the wall in a jealous rage. He knew it. His parents had replaced him. They replaced their family with one they believed they should have had all along. Leave it to Han Solo and Leia Organa to find two almost orphaned, force-sensitive pilots who were headstrong and gave more of a shit about others than themselves.

It didn't matter to them that he was born with raw strength in the Force and had the potential for limitless power. Even his legendary Jedi uncle had tossed him aside.  

They'd all pay for their mistake.  

Kylo Ren glared blindly at the man he had captive in front of him, contemplating hitting him with enough Force lightning to stop his heart. Before he could decide, two stormtroopers came quickly into the room. 

Ren hissed at the interruption, abruptly turning his attention to them, "Supreme Leader, General Hux, is requesting your presence on the bridge." 

"On my way."

He put his helmet back on and left Poe, barely conscious, again without another word.

...........................

The TIE fighter they crash-landed burst into flames after Finn and Poe had gotten away and collapsed in the hangar. Both men were weak, bloodied, and injured, but Poe was fading faster than his new companion.

"Get him to the med bay! Now!" The Red Squadron commander shouted as his men scooped up Poe's limp frame and carried him further into the base. Several others grabbed firefighting gear and headed out to deal with the unsalvageable ship. 

Leia and Connix tended immediately to Finn, ensuring he was indeed here to join the cause and had helped Poe return home for the right reasons. The last thing the Resistance needed was a mole. They had made it this long without one and that wasn't about to change.

Kara followed the Red Squadron pilots that had assisted Poe into the medical wing and stood back when she got a better look at her friend. He had a handful of broken ribs, a concussion and needed stitches for deep cuts on his wrists from whatever restraints the First Order had used on him. The doctor set him up with an IV of liquids, a sedative, and plenty of painkillers before leaving him in his own room to rest. Kara slipped into the room just a few minutes after the nurse finished injecting his medications into the IV. She couldn't believe how weak he looked. His usually strong presence was barely there.

"Dammit Poe." Kara whispered, taking his fingers in her hand as she sat in the chair next to his bed. 

She squeezed his hand as she listened to his heart rate monitor beep methodically. The man who had returned with him stood at the door. He was bandaged up a bit but relatively unscathed. He looked a bit nervous when he made eye contact with her.

"He'll be ok. In a few days, they'll throw him out of here." Kara said with a small smile. She caught herself as the man's features softened with her polite update on the unconscious pilot in front of them; "I'm Kara. Poe and I are in the same squadron."

"Finn." He said, relaxing a bit more as Kara invited him to come sit across from her. Finn had already seen many of Poe's injuries as they executed their great escape but was also shocked to see how bad they really were. Shaking his head, he finally asked; "Is he always so..."

"Reckless?" Kara said with a laugh, squeezing Poe's hand again as she spoke. "Yes."

"Ren put him through a lot." Finn admitted. "He was already beaten up pretty bad when I got to him."

"And yet, he was still strong enough to fly."

Finn chuckled; "Yea, I can't explain that."

"It's ok, no one can." General Organa said, now standing in the doorway of Poe's room. She surveyed the sleeping pilot as she stepped into space and closed the door. "Thank you Finn, for bringing him back to us."

"Thank you for allowing me into your ranks, General."

"You took quite the risk to save our Commander. It's the least we could do." She shook his hand, instilling a trust in Finn that reassured Kara that he was truly an ally. Leia refocused back on Poe, sighing as she recognized the signs of physical and mental torture. She sensed her estranged son's rage in Poe's unusually weak aura. Kara could feel the General's anguish and noticed the few tears that slipped down her cheeks. Leia stepped back silently, taking in a deep breath as she remembered that Kara wasn't the only one there;

"We'll debrief on this later. Call me if he wakes up." She said firmly and briskly left the room.

Neither of them addressed Leia's abrupt departure. The former stormtrooper and Captain talked for a few hours more before Finn left for his new quarters and Kara slid her chair closer to the side of Poe's bed. She rested her head against his shoulder as she continued to hold his hand. 

"I always come home, Stargirl. Now, go with BB-8. I'll see you soon."  

 His voice echoed in her mind. In all their years' of knowing each other, Poe had only ever lied to her once. She couldn't even really blame him for that one time either. As damaged as he was this time, he had stayed true to his word. Kara's eyes fell to the ring looped on a chain around his neck as it rose and fell on his chest. It was times like these where she firmly believed that his mother was protecting him from the beyond. Anyone else would have come back dead, but not Poe. 

Kara closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax.  Poe was alive... safe... and it didn't take her too long to fall asleep next to him.

[prettyvampiress96]

The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 3

Since the traumatic death of her last living relative, Anna had since been a guest in the Malfoy manor . Although she was by now a little more than a guest. Her aunt was peacefully laid to rest and throughout the whole ordeal the Malfoys were her absolute anchor to reality. Anna however still couldn't put her thoughts in order at the situation. On one hand Anna had wanted to go home but on the other hand she rather enjoyed the company of the Malfoys. Anna had previously attempted to return home twice. The first time Anna had gone to return home , Draco begged her not to leave claiming he wanted to make the most of her company before his return to his last term of third year next week.. The second time Cissa began fretting about her wellbeing. Her being worried about Anna all alone in that big house. So Anna agreed to stay to ease Cissa's conscience but did say that she would return before her first day of work at the Ministry. What Anastasia didn't know was that she would be the right hand assistant to Lucius himself. The letter enclosing said information remained unopened in the Rosier mansion.

The following week Narcissa and Lucius bid Draco farewell at kings cross station whilst Anna was already in the Ministry of Magic for her first day along with another student from her year . Anastasia now knew that she would be working with Lucius , she was relieved at least it was someone who wouldn't judge her by her name. Though the thought of being in such a confined space with the white haired man had butterflies filling the pit of her stomach. Lucius strutted into his office in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, halting in his footsteps at the sight of his darling Anna stretching on the tips of her feet to reach a book higher up on the shelf, Lucius held back a laugh as he took in just how miniature she was even in a pair of heels. Even though he adored that about her , he couldn't help picture in absolutely nothing but those heels all stretched out for him and for cissa of course. Anna hadn't yet realised he had entered the room she was too caught up in finding the book Mr. Crouch had requested. Lucius took this as his moment . He walked as quietly as he could towards her . When Anna was in his reach, his large hands held her hips , his long fingers digging in slightly. Anna's back pressed flush against his broad chest. Leaning down to her ear. "You want my help with that darling ?" He whispered pressing himself further into the girl. Anna blushed at the feeling of his hardened member making itself known. Easily reaching for the book , his hand could reach without him even trying. "By all means you can say no and I shall just sit back and watch as that little skirt rides up more and more. Its taking I have not to throw you over my desk and worship you right here babygirl" Lucius smirked as Anastasia let out a squeak at the pet name he called her. Lucius brought the book down to Anna's eyesight, offering it out to her , Anna still pressed against the overly large shelf. Before Anna could respond in walked Narcissa. Narcissa drank in the scene in front of her , the sight of her husband and hopefully her soon to be princess. Anastasia's face flushed a deep red as she resisted the urge to run into Cissa's arms. " My darling how lovely of you to join us isn't that right princess?" Lucius turned to face cissa while slipping a wink to Anna. "I .. Uh..you...I should get this book to Mr. Crouch " she said shyly unsure of how to respond , after all neither of them had spoken since her and cissa kissed. Anna couldn't help wondering is Narcissa regretted it. Bowing her head Anna moved to rush from the room. "WAIT, STOP" Narcissa called after her smiling as annas feet immediately come to a halt." Hurry back darling there's something we should all talk about". Anna nodded in response quickly exiting the room. Anastasia walked with the book in her arms just down the hall, knocking respectively , Anna awaited permission before entering. " Mr Crouch I'm terribly sorry if I am interrupting I'm just bringing the book you requested from Mr Malfoy" Anastasia informed showing the book as if she needed the proof. "Ah right yes, good good I do believe you may have just missed crossing paths with our young Mr Weasley. He took it upon himself to retrieve that book . A good boy he is . If that is all Miss Rosier I am rather busy I'm afraid" Mr Crouch, the minister of Magic himself said without raising so much as his head. Anna walked back to Lucius's office , the sound of her heels clacking with every step, when suddenly body blocks her way. "You know you'd think the slimy Slytherin's would crawl back into their holes rather than working for the Ministry . Your father was a blind fool to follow the dark lord . Tell me what would daddy think of his daughter now. Oh no thats right he got himself killed before you could wipe the drool from your chin? " Percy Weasley sneered at her . Anastasia's blood fuelled an inferno of rage and Percy was about to get a taste of the fire. Passer's by began to stop and watch while office doors seemed to open for the fellow workers to do the same. Annas eyes glazed over and she smiled a

sweet smile. " Don't you ever speak of my family in that way do you hear me ? You want to know what my 'daddy' thinks , insult me again and you'll be finding out" Anna threatened in a low voice her wand drawn and pressed into the younger Weasleys throat. Lucius Malfoy was the first to intervene , his hand pushing anna's armed one down. He ushered the furious girl into the office and she slowly began following. " Enjoy freedom while you can I'm sure they've got a cell in Azkaban with your family's name on call it an heirloom. As cold, dark narcissistic murderers run in your family dont they. When you slip up Rosier and you will . I will be the one to put you there myself" Percy shouted at her back. Taken off guard Percy hadn't expected Anna to throw 'stupefy at him knocking him down the hall by a few good feet . " Funny that if I'm to go to Azkaban it'll be for killing you. You're a no good blood traitor and yet you think you actually have the audacity to think you stand a chance against me. I know spells your mother couldnt even dream of mastering . You think you can talk about my family when you know absolutely nothing . I'll escort myself to Azkaban right now once I've sent your cold body to your mother. That dark enough for you saint Percy? Anna fumed her wand raised . Arthur Weasley emerged from the crowd , his wand drawn protecting his son. Lucius drew his wand and stood directly in front of Anastasia.

"Princess go, back to the office head held high cissy is there and I'll be right behind you "Lucius whispers so low only Anastasia could hear it. Anna nods confirming she had indeed heard his words but she was reluctant to walk away. When Lucius firmly commands her once again to go as she reaches the offices, she can already feel the tears fill her eyes and the burning sensation in her chest. Anna just wanted to scream . Instead she shuts the door and walks to her desk with her head down. Realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks Anna slides down the nearest wall. Narcissa immediately running to the sobbing girl sitting next to her , Cissa cradled anna against her chest, rocking slightly whilst rubbing a hand soothingly on the black haired girls back.

"I'm not a bad person I've followed every rule. I've never put a foot wrong yet I'm still painted with the same brush as my father am I destined to be alone. Perhaps Azkaban is the best place for someone with a name like mine". Lucius having now dealt with the pathetic Weasleys returns just as Anna sobs those words. Seeing her so broken and seeing his wife so affected at those words only tempted Lucius to go back and seriously damage the disrespectful boy. Weighing his options, nothing was more important than his family and as of that his girls needed him. Narcissa who was still holding Anna raised her head to look at her husband , she tilted her head to the side silently asking what had happened out there.

He ushered Narcissa over to him which she does hesitantly. Torn between leaving Anna and finding out what had occurred . Narcissa's curiosity got the best of her. "Anna I'll be right back darling" Narcissa whispered assuringly. Lucius explains in a hushed whisper briefly what happened. Narcissa can't believe what she's heard. How could someone say something so cruel about her baby girl. Lucius made his way over to Anna and bent down, lifting her chin up to face him. " Don't you ever let me hear say that about yourself . We would never allow you to be put in that wretched place. A name does not define you. That boy knows nothing. He is nothing. You are my everything. Our everything " he would say pulling cissa to him as she steps nearer not wanting to scare Anna . "I'm yours. Like both of you?" Anna questioned back , her green eyes wide and her pink lips pouted in slight confusion. " Why don't we all go back home a discuss this over a drink hmm?" Cissa hinted holding her hand out for her husband and Anna to take .

They arrive back at Malfoy Manor and Anna takes a seat on the sofa in the front room with Cissa sitting on one side of her and Lucius on the other side. Lucius gently takes one of Anna’s hands in his and with the other hand gently turns her head to face him “Anna I meant what I said earlier you are our everything and I want to discuss you becoming apart of our relationship” He nods at Cissa before continuing “There is no pressure Anna, you can say no and we’ll respect your decision. It won’t affect our working relationship either.” Anna doesn’t respond straight away, feeling a little shocked at his offer. “Should you agree to be with us boundaries would be set in place, which leads me to my next question. What are your boundaries Anna?” Lucius’ voice soft as he looks into her eyes.

“I don’t have any boundaries as I’ve never done this before” Anna answers honestly as she holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her lap, a look of confusion washes over his face “Anna had never been kissed before I kissed her two weeks ago” Cissa explained. Lucius places his fingers under Anna’s chin lifting her head up “Just to confirm Anna, you are a virgin?” She nods at him and feels her cheeks heat in a light blush. “We’ll take things nice and slow; we’ll go at a pace that suits you…if you agree to be ours that is.” Lucius tells her with a smile on his lips and Anna couldn’t help herself, she looked down at his mouth and licked her lips. Cissa nods agreeing with her husband “We will look after you. You will be safe with us…always” Cissa took hold of Anna’s other hand in hers and begun rubbing small soothing circles on the back of her hand with her thumbs.

Anna looks between Cissa and Lucius before speaking “I’d like to be yours, both of yours but I’m worried I cannot offer you much in return” Cissa turns Anna’s head so she is looking at her “Just by agreeing to be with us is giving us more than you can imagine. All we want to do is to make you feel loved, safe and of course pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams” Cissa smiles and leans forward pressing her lips to Anna’s in a quick but sweet kiss.

“If we overstep a boundary or you start to feel uneasy or anything just tell us. In fact, to be sure we are all comfortable with this arrangement I recommend we use safe words” Lucius said softly, his breath warm against her ear “Safe words?” Anna asked shyly and he chuckled lightly “Ahh so innocent my sweet girl” His fingers brushing her hair aside as he placed a soft kiss to her neck before continuing “Each of us picks a word that once spoken the others know enough is enough. The moment the word is spoken everything stops…straight away, no questions or explanations needed” Anna turned her head slightly so she was looking at him over her shoulder “I’d like to be yours, both of yours” He smiled at her before capturing her lips with his.

Lucius and Narcissa both hand in hand with Anastasia began escorting her up the winding black marble case not stopping until they reached the door to the master bedroom. Both Malfoys stood watching Anna's reaction as Lucius twisted the handle of the door pushing it open , allowing Anna the first step inside. Anastasia was in awe at the decoration. With a flick of his wrist Lucius had set candles alight causing a rather romantic atmosphere. Anna's hand was still laced with Cissa's, she was reminded off that when Narcissa squeezed her hand. " What do you think babygirl?" Cissa asked brushing a loose strand of Anna's hair from her face, leaning in she placed a soft kiss on Anna's lips . "It's beautiful Cissy . It really is" Anna breathed looking behind her for Lucius. When Anastasia noticed him still stood by the door only now minus his dress shirt , she reached her hand towards him wanting to touch . Lucius noticed Anna's hesitation and stepped into her reach, taking her hands he placed them on the centre of his broad chest. Anna's hands ran up over his bare shoulders and linked around his neck attempting to pull him down to her level due to the height difference. Anna could feel his intoxicating scent overwhelm her and she took the plunge pressing her lips to his . His kiss was different to that of Cissa's it was rougher and more dominant . Lucius's hands reached over the curves of Anna's ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed . A naked Narcissa joined the pair , running her fingers up anna's bare legs causing anna gasp allowing Lucius access to her tongue . Anastasia pulled back from her make out session , glancing at Narcissa, her eyes tracing over the perky nipples of her breasts. Anna's mouth ran dry . She had no idea what she wanted but god that woman was it. " Remember Darling we can stop whenever you like , tonight is all about you my pretty babygirl , mommy and daddy will make you feel so good I promise princess you just have to trust us" Narcissa spoke softly tapping her finger on the top button of anna's shirt. " Can mummy take this off baby " Cissa cooed , anna nodded and proceeded to remove the shirt herself only for cissa to stop her. "Let mommy do it angel please" Cissa asked again this time Anna nodded and allowed cissa to removed her top. Narcissa dropped the shirt to the floor her eyes never looking away from Annas full breasts, leaning forward cissa placed a wet kiss to the tops of her breasts. Ana in response arched her back unaware that her hips had rocked against the very non discreet package in Lucius's trousers. Narcissa's hands travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the very tight skirt Anna had on. Cissa's fingers hooked into the band but waited for permission from Anna . "Princess Mommy's waiting for you "Lucius whispered in Anna's ear. Anastasia nodded fervently glancing down and the sight of a naked Narcissa between her thighs . Anna couldnt peel her eyes away. In a split second her skirt and panties were removed , Anna's core now slick and bare to Cissa who licked her lips in delight at the prize in front of her . "We can stop if you want to little princess, you just have to say and we promise we wont be disappointed in the slightest or should mommy continue" Lucius reminded . " No please Don't stop please dont stop "Anna pleaded . Her pleas were music to their ears. Lucius interlocked his fingers with Anna's , watching over anna's shoulder as his wife's head leant even closer to Annas blazing sex. Narcissa hummed as she dragged a finger through Anna's wet folds, shivering at the breathless gasp she made in response. Narcissa placed a soft kiss to either side of Anastasias inner thigh before connecting her warm tongue to her wet pussy. Anna's hips rose from the emerald sheets , her head thrown back into the crook of Lucius's neck and her grip on his hands getting tighter. " Is mummy making you feel good baby girl ? Let us hear those beautiful noises of yours petal" Lucius teased in advance. Anna mewled , feeling

an unfamiliar weight in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa continued flicking the sensitive bud while she introduced a single finger into Anna's tight hole preparing to stretch her out for Lucius. Slowly and gently Cissa began thrusting that finger in and out in time with the flicking of the bud . With her fingers getting so slick from Anna's running juices , cissa added a second finger and with every thrust in began spreading them apart . Anna's walls began to clench around Cissa's fingers locking them in place and her thighs tightening pulling cissa closer than she was. " Oh Oh Oh " Anna screamed as she rode her first ever climax down on Narcissa .Anna felt shifting from behind her as Lucius moved himself from the bed taking Cissa's place between Anna's thighs. Climbing above her Cissa placed a kiss to Anna's lips. "You did so well darling mummy's so proud of you. Does Daddy want a taste do you think? " Narcissa beamed down at her baby all glistening in sweat , glancing to her husband smirking. Lucius's hand reached across grabbing cissa at the chin, passionately kissing his wife all the while tasting the sweet nectar of his princess on her tongue. At some point during the exchange Lucius had removed his remaining clothing. Lucius tapped on Anna's thighs grabbing her attention. Narcissa sat near Annas head now it was her turn to watch the faces her baby pulled whilst screaming from the pleasure she was receiving. " Princess you need to listen just for a minute okay? Are you sure this is what you want? I won't lie to you my girl it might be a little uncomfortable at first but that passes. Are you absolutely sure?" Lucius needed to make her aware he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her . " Please I trust you Daddy I'd like to try. Help me try" Anna begged her voice sounding like a whine. Lucius wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock swiping the pre-cum from the swollen head to lubricate it slightly. The combination of that and Anna's cum should be just enough.

As he slowly began to ease into her, Anna's walls clenched around him as a pained groan leaves her throat. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she squeezes her eyes shut tight, Anna's body tenses against his when he comes to a stop. His body trembling as he fights the lust inside him to thrust into his pretty little princess .When the pain starts to subside Anastasia slowly moves her hips .

"Please " was all Anna could muster out. Lucius takes her thigh and places it on his hip as he starts to slowly move against her . Quickly finding a steady rhythm, as his hips roll against hers both moving in perfect harmony , Anna could feel every thrust against her walls. Her nails leave red half-moon crescents on biceps. Narcissa sat back observing couldnt help but reach down and began circling her own clit. His name falls from Anastasia's mouth like a prayer when he finds that specific spot inside of her . "Fuck, Princess , you feel so good around Daddy" he moans as he thrust faster into her , pleasure invaded her senses as her vision begins to cloud , with her head thrown back Anna can no longer keep the moans inside of her . An inferno rages inside of her , Her hands fall from his arms to grasp at the sheets with such a force her knuckles began turning white. "Papi, I'm..." she moans out. " Let it go baby I'm here Daddy's here" Lucius coaxed. Anastasias walls enclosed around Lucius's cock , her nectar coating his manhood. With a last thrust into her Lucius emptied his load filling his princess up to the brim. Gently removing himself from inside her , Lucius laid to the right of Anna enclosing her in his arms, Narcissa laid to the left of Anna . "Our princess did absolutely perfect wouldn't you say so dear?" Narcissa asked Lucius. "Oh i couldn't agree more darling. How are you feeling Princess?" Lucius asked Anna. The three of them an entanglement of limbs. Until Narcissa rose from the bed and into the large bathroom followed by the sound of running water. " Come on Darling let us clean you up and put you in something comfy before you fall asleep" Narcissa commented. Anna however was quite tired and comfy as she mumbled incoherent words from where she was. Lucius scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bathroom himself. Narcissa already in the bath, held her arms out as he lowered his princess down into her lap. A scent of lavender and camomile filled their senses. Lucius lathered up a sponge and glided it over every inch of Anastasias body. Anastasia snapped from her dazed state smiling at both Lucius and Narcissa. Before putting her head down and playing with her fingers , a sign they had already noticed when she was nervous or embarrassed. " Princess Is everything alright darling? Are you hurt or in pain?" Cissa asked concerned she may be hurt . " No no nothing like that I was urm well I just wondered could I stay with you two tonight?" Anna asked so quietly that if they had been any further away they wouldn't have caught it. "Of Course you sweet girl you were always going to sleep in with us . We wouldn't have it any other way. Now why dont you let mommy wash your hair whilst daddy gets out and fetches you something comfy eh?" Narcissa said softly to Anna pulling her in for a cuddle in the warm water. With the girls dressed in Narcissa's nightgowns , Lucius had made a mental note to have cissa and anna go shopping soon. Lucius had already pulled back the covers and slid in, waiting for his girls to come out. "Which side should I sleep?" Anna asked Narcissa. They hadn't discussed that yet. " Why dont you sleep in the middle darling so that way we can both hold you" Lucius offered. Anna scrambled into bed followed by Cissa. Cissa took hold of Annas hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I'm so happy you agreed to be ours our darling girl "Narcissa expressed. Lucius turned on his side facing Anna and Cissa draping his arm across the both of them in a protective manner. " I love you both my precious girls" Lucius said lovingly. The three slept in each others embrace for the rest of the night.

[teddybasmanov]

Okay I just have to write something otherwise I will blow up. Let's suppose I've calmed down a bit (which is not entirely true but we'll still suppose).

Firstly, as much as I want to I don't think that Vindemietor would "comfort the freelancer at the back of that truck", however I do think that in that conversation he might have been putting a bit of a show for the crowd so to speak. He might be rough, but I refuse to believe that in any universe this man is cruel to the innocent. I officially refuse. (Plus, the technicalities are that he's still not a sadism demon and he can't exactly feed of pain - he needs their pleasure, and about training a pet I would like to quote "Heart of a Dog" by Bulgakov:

Kindness. The only possible method when dealing with a living creature. You'll get nowhere with an animal if you use terror, no matter what its level of development may be. That I have maintained, do maintain and always will maintain. People who think you can use terror are quite wrong. No, no, terror is useless, whatever its colour – white, red or even brown! Terror completely paralyses the nervous system.

That's it, I said it.)

So, I think that after some time they might settle into more or less messed up master-pet relationship. He would probably even teach them some magic (mostly cleaning and healing but still).

The scene that was running through my head half of the day yesterday looks roughly like this:

TW: master/pet relationship, violence (not between Vindemietor and the humanborn), bruises, sexual implications (I guess).

Vindemietor has been out with another group of slicers the whole day and now welcomes the peace and quiet of his room. As soon as he closes the door behind him, the freelancer is kneeling - he taught them well, however...

"Raise your head and look at me properly" he demands and he can practically hear their teeth clenching. They slowly lift their gaze and finally meet his. He sees a big purple bruise on their left temple right beside the eye. Vindemietor grabs their chin and turns their head to inspect it closer.

"Who did this to you? And don't try to lie to me and tell me that you fell, pet, I can see that it was a man's hand that did it."

He notices them fight the urge to drop their eyes to the ground again.

"Sir Kody came and said he wanted to see how well did Master train me, but Master gave no orders about it so I refused. He was very displeased. I'm so sorry! didn't mean to get Master in trouble! I"

"Stop"

'Sir Kody'. Vindemietor's mind starts becoming fogged with rage but there is still something to do before:

"Take a deep breath, pet"

Despite how shaky their inhale is, it's good enough and soon he is brushing his fingers on the renewed soft skin on the side of their face.

Now to the next part.

"Stay here," he rushes through the door not bothering to close it so in a few moments through the soundproof walls of their shared room the freelancer can hear some commotion and make out the words "touch what's mine" and "taste of your own medicine".

Vindemietor is back soon with bloodied knuckles and an uplifted mood. He wanted to do that for a long time and he couldn't think of a better excuse to rough Kody up a bit. He stretches with his whole body and sits on the edge of the bed pointing to the floor at his feet. The non-verbal command is enough for the humanborn to move and kneel again but now right beside him.

"Kiss it better, will you?"

They lift their head to put it on his lap and press their lips to his hand, finger after finger. He's going to heal it later, for now, that's more than enough. He pets their head as they were a dog and they look up at him almost with admiration. He can't read their mind but they're, surprisingly to themselves, thinking that it's the first time in their life that someone wanted to protect them.

He falls back on the bed.

"Lay beside me," they quietly crawl onto the bed and adjust themselves.

"Sing for me, birdie."

"What would you like me to sing, Master?"

He now notices that their voice is rusty, were they crying? Maybe he should teach Kody some more, but that's later. Now:

"The one about no escape."

...

A girl with eyes of the bluest ice melts under the fire of a machine gun

Whatever if only we woke up in the same bed.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

@glassartpeasants I blame you for this.

Heartless, demon, cruel, cold, murder...

Those were honestly the kindest words you ever heard of him... yet your heart spoke the exact opposite.

The man could even commit arson right on your front and you couldn't just be... mad at him. Your thoughts about Chisaki never changed despite the attrocities he said and did on all those past few months.

Yet something truly did angered you. How he couldn't give a fuck about you.

After the boss entered on a coma for unknown reasons, Chisaki wasn't the same. Heck, now he demanded to be called by the name of his quirk, Overhaul. Is that or being a pool of blood and mutilated limbs on the ground.

Yet... you felt hope. You really felt hope that this man could change. Be the young man that you met and fell for. Just... notice something.

Notice your pain like he used to... or even show a tad bit of... care. That's all you wanted. Kai would always know when you were sad, on his own way try to comfort you. But now? He didn't even cared...

One tear of yours brushed past the cracks of your cheeks as you winced at only touching it... sighing a bit, you grabbed your mask and put it on. Ready to start the day.

Walking past the halls you saw the man himself standing on his foot. Your face brighten up a bit as you walked towards him.

"Ka-" you stopped immediately when he gaved you a harsh glare "Sorry... Overhaul. Good morning Overhaul." You mumbled.

He only scoffed, walking away from you and simply lifting his hand.

"I dont have time for this. Get to your work and don't bother me."

Each sentence like this one was like a stab on your chest... why would he answer a good morning of yours like that?

"A-Actually.." you tried to muster as he stopped with an annoyed sigh "Can we.. please talk?"

He narrowed his golden eyes at you, looking as if he had been staring at something hideous and that just fucking spitted on his face.

"Make it quick." He grunted, one of his hands resting on his hips as the other remained on one of his pockets.

"I-Is kinda silly ..." you poked your fingers together "I-I mean, we've know each other for more than years already and-"

"Spit it out." He hissed and your smiled dropped.

"... is just that... I felt like I needed to say it." You lifted up your head and stared at him without fear "I.. like you.. more than anything."

"... fine." He simply said like he was expecting something else as your body started to tremble.

".. fine? Is that.." you gulped the thick air on your throat "Is that all you have to say at someone who is confessing feelings for you?"

"Tch." He rolled his eyes before giving his back to you, only giving a side glance "That wasn't a surprise for me. You're like one of those loyal dogs. No matter how much they are kicked they come back crawling towards their owners."

You widened your eyes as you felt the crack on your cheek deepen.

"What?" You let out a gasp of disbelief as he blinked.

"For your information." He narrowed his golden orb at you harder "I dont like to repeat myself. You're just a toy and a obedient scum that is meant to follow my orders. Is only a matter of a lackey, in that case you, and the master." He started to walk as you stood dumbfounded.

Your hands formed into fists as your jaw clenched, finally a feeling you never thought you could feel towards this man appeared. Anger.

Without thinking you grabbed a vase and threw hard enough to almost hit his head, missing by a few inches as he widened his eyes at it.

He looked at the broken vase on the floor in shock before looking towards you, breathing in and out as you felt your skin cracking even more.

"If all I am to you is a loyal pet..." you breathed out, taking your mask off and eventually showing the cracks on your skin to him and the curious precepts coming to see the scene. "THEN YOU CAN TAKE THIS!" you threw the mask towards him that kicked on the floor and almost landed on his feet.

"You have some nerve now.." he growled, taking off his glove as a threat.

"DONT COME TO THIS SHIT TOWARDS ME NOW CHISAKI!" you shouted with a finger pointing at him as he felt his shoulders tense.

Never on your life with him you ever called him by his once surname.

"I was really the only one on this fucking house to truly respect you! Not by fear as almost everyone on here, but because I really am so stupid to fall in love with a bastard, selfish and arrogant man like yourself!" You walked towards him to be standing chest to chest with him as finger was aimed at his face.

"Quiet down." He growled before finally noticing the many cracks and pieces of your skin falling on the ground as you shouted "(Y/n) what-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" You shouted so loudly that even Rappa winced at the anger of your voice... every precept seing the scene as you breathed in and out "If you want to kill me do it now... would be a favor for yourself wouldn't it?" You glared at him as he blinked, still in shock at your actions.

"Not a word?" You commented as you winced at the cracks going to your neck already "For these past few years I wanted to see you happy, succeed... I fucking loved you..." you whispered in pain, dropping your head a bit, taking out a gift Chisaki had given to you a few years ago, a black and white bracelet you never once took off every since now.

".. I was stupid." You lift up your head with a frown and let the bracelet fall into the floor as you gave your back to him and almost ran out of the house.

He was in state of shock before he narrowed his eyes at the subbordinates and commanded them to get back to work... just when all of them left he crouched down to pick both your mask and the bracelet.

"... she will be back. It was just a tantrum." He sighed, taking the two of your once possesions to hsi office "But.. what on hell was that thing on her face?"

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Five months... five months flew by since you exited the Shie Hassaikai for good. Going into the doctors to just search for a damn cure... but it was impossible.

"I'm sorry my dear, there is nothing we can do if..." your doctor of years tries to speak through the pain as you stood in the chair, your arms with cracks as part of your cheek was gone.

"I understand." You said, hollow as you always had been after leaving that house. "Thank you for your time... I will see you on the other side then." You managed a smile to the old man as he could only drop his head in shame when you left his office.

People you brushed through the streets looked at you with pity... and you hated.

You evicted the Shie Hassaikai like the plague himself. And one time you could feel Chrono following you.. it was the last straw when he followed you at the appartment you were living on the subborns.

"Go away Kurono." You muttered, feeling him watching you get your keys and open the door, and before you could close the door you groaned at sieng the black boot on the door, preventing you to close it.

"Can we at least talk? I'm not him." He said while taking off his mask, a wince escaping his lips as soon as he saw you on the state you were "What the-"

"Shattered heart disease... dont have a cure." You mumbled, eyes stuck on the floor as a piece of your ear cracked and fell.

"Holy fuck..." the man sighed shakily "Listen, maybe if you come back to the Hassaikai Overhaul can-"

"No." You grabbed the handle and forced the door "It was because of him I am on this state. And I know you came here by his others, and let me say one thing" let me die in peace." You slammed the door shut as Chrono groaned.

"Both of you are just so thick skull it gets on my nerves!" He kicked the door as you rolled your eyes, locking and going to the bed.

The man glared at the door before sighing, looking at his cellphone ringing and leaving the place.

"Forget it man. (Y/n) doesn't wanna see you or the Shie Hassaikai even if we offered her tons of gold."

"... fine. You did what I order so there is nothing that we cant do."

"Be honest Kai.. you do have feelings for her, for a long time." He ignored the disgusted "tch" on the other end of the call "And honestly? If I were on your shoes I would be almost killing myself to fix things." He spoke with a frown.

".. what are you talking about Chrono?"

"Well.." he looked over his shoulder at your apartment door "Ever heard of the Shattered heart disease..?"

"... you're joking with me, right?"

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You clenched the side of your waist with a grunt as your other shattered arm support yourself on one of the walls of the apartment.

"No... please..." you whimpered as you gasped at part of your leg shattering as you felt on the ground, more cracks forming in your whole body as you stared in horror at your hand.

"Dammit..." you hissed before hearing a knock on your door.

"Open (Y/n)." You furrowed your eyebrows and gritted your teeth... the guy wouldn't leave you alone even on the freacking hour of your death..?

"Leave..." you sobbed, tears started to shed and unit with the many cracks on the floor where you were standing as you heard Chisaki overhauling the door.

It hurted tu see him... you still had feelings for the man whose caused you this... you didn't know whether or not if you wanted him to see you or not.

"I swear even when-" he stopped midsentence as soon as he saw the scene in front of him.

You could only lift your gaze up with a pained yet broken hollow look as he almost stuttered your name.

"Get out.." your lips cracked, and at this rate you knew you couldn't even move anymore or else it's you meeting death right away.

For the first time on his life his body seemed to move on his own as he kneeled with one knee on the ground beside you as he stared with wide eyes and shaky hands at the pieces of you on the ground.

"For crying out loud.." he muttered in horror as he brushed a hand on his hair before discarding hsi remaining glove in hopes he could put you back.

For the first time he saw you trying to slap his hand away, and your hand broke out of your wrist, shattering in pieces on the ground.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted in a mix of anger and desperation as he saw your face, one that would torment him at nights for the rest of his life surely.

"Don't.. touc..." you breathed out your last word as he widened his amber eyes in horror at seing you cracking even more "me..."

After this last word you saw black and the last thing you heard was Chisaki shouting.

Your body broke. Shattered in pieces right in front of him.

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You breathed in harshly. Your lungs burned at the sensation of feeling air again inside them as you coughed...

Blinking, your vision focused a bit to see you were on your bedroom, everything seemed on order and even a tad bit cleaner than it was usually.

Groaning, you standing on your elbows and saw the bandages on your arms as you untangled them to see your skin back to normal... not even a single crack.

"What..?" You breathed out, standing in sitting with a groan as you looked at your surroundings.

You had the strenght again to move your legs and gasped at seing that the leg you saw shattering was still intact, not even a single scar or little crack on it. Standing up you like a newborn, you took a hesitant step only to smile in astonishment that you havent heard the sound of skin or bones cracking.

Walking towards the bathroom, you giggled in surprise and utter relief at sieng your face back to normal before you flinched at hearing something breaking.

"FUCK!" a thundering voice echoed in your apartment that made you flinch. Aa voice you knew it way too well to just forget it. You poked a bit if your head out of the bathroom and tip toes carefully towards the living room to see Chisaki, jacket discarded as well as his mask, back arched on the kitchen counter as he talked with someone on the phone with a gloved hand clenching one side if his head.

"I put all the pieces together already and it has been almost a month." He growled as you stepped inside the living room...

Different from your bedroom, this one was a disaster, papers tossed aside at everywhere, your own phone shattered in pieces near a wall and the couch was with a pillow and a blanket...

Was he..?

"Yes her skin healed but she doesn't appear to be breathing..." you looked at the man, his forearms were filled with hives and you could see by the reflection from the kitchen counter the huge eyebags that were underneath his eyes...

He looked so broken and... terrible.

".. just wait and see huh?" His voice spoke in venom as the hand gripping on his head lunched the counter "WHERE DID YOU ENROLL YOUR PIECE OF GARBAGE ?! NEXT TIME I WILL FUCKING CALL A LAB RAT IF I WANT A DECENT HELP!" and with that he overhauled the cellphone before literally breaking part of your kicthen counter.

"Dammit..." he whispered, a hand on the counter as he fixed back while the other was covering his face...

"Uh..." you mumbled ".. Chisaki?" He flinched at the name and slowly took his hand out of his face.

Ever so slowly his face turned to see you, his eyes tired and red from sleep deprivation but still just as wide as if he had seen a ghost.

".. (Y/n).." he whispered your name before straighting up his back, god, not even his shirt was folded, part of his button up shirt was unbuttoned leaving part of his chest at shown to you.

You could die happily now.

You both stared at each other for a bit, still in shock as you decided to see for real if your arms were still there and without any mark.

"Uh.. can you.. tell me what happened and what are you-" before you could finish you gasped at him suddenly moving to be mere inches away from you.

"Please tell me this is not another fucking hallucination... " he breathed out as you stood there awkwardly.

"Well, I would like to not be.. I literraly died the last time I remember and-" you stopped breathing and talking just when in one blink of an eye Chisaki kneeled on the ground and cradled your hands in his own as he breathed out shakily "C-Chisaki-"

"My god..." he exhaled as he supported his forehead on your two interviewed hands "Thank God... I thought.. I thought I lost you for real..."

You blinked, frowning while looking away from him.

"Wasn't I just a loyal pet as yourself named it?" You mumbled as he let out one of the most painfull chuckles you ever heard of.

"If you were... was I really going to pass each day picking your pieces together... live on this house because I trusted none to take care of you... ever time I woke up and in very five minutes I checked for your breathing and only lord could describe the amount of relief I had when I saw the cracks on your skin dissapearing... I didn't notice earlier how much I needed you in my life... until I fucked up..." he dropped his head again while getting up.

"... so you.. never leaved after that?"

"Didn't take one single step out of this place... I was never one to pray but god..." he brushed his gloved hand on his messy and greasy hair "I lost count on how many times I begged for whoever is up there to bring you back..."

"... why? I thought.."

"The thing is..." he breathed shakily before locking gazes with you "You only give value to the things you loved after you lose them... I learned that from the hard way..."

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Persephone's Symphony | Day Two / Part One | Hades

Hey lovelies this isn't completely done (this chapter, I mean) but this was a good spot to post it because it's been a while and I'm proud of this part. The next part will be about the same length (I'm guessing) and will be the long awaited bathtub scene! enjoy, and sorry for how ramble-y this chapter is. It's on purpose LOL!

Synopsis: In which he is the bad one— the dangerous one, the clunky one, the one who only knows how to break things— and she is the good one— the fragile one, the soft one, the one who knows how to put things back together— and he has to keep her alive long enough for anyone else— anyone who can do more than kill— to save her like she deserves to be saved— to save her from him. There are no pomegranates, no three headed dogs, and no requirement to stay— that is, if they don’t count an assassin on the loose out for her neck. In that case, three days in a safe house doesn’t feel like a long time— just long enough for Persephone and Hades to remember why opposites attract.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (third person)

Warnings: PTSD in action on both parts, self-loathing

Word count: 2.7k

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Maybe saying yes is the wrong answer. It certainly goes against the protocol his commander explicitly told him to follow.

Stay inside, Barnes. Keep the curtains closed, limit the amount of lights on inside the house. Don’t let her out of your sight— not even for a second.

It was all basic, day one things that any rookie would know. Bucky is a lot of things but he isn’t a rookie— he’s been around the block his fair share of times and then some. Still, the last thing his commander had told him rings through his ears as he crosses the threshold of the Wilson’s family residence and feels the sun, warm and steady on his face— and on his one, good arm— for the first time in twenty-four hours.

Be a ghost, Barnes, or you might just become one; you understand me?

Bucky had answered yes, again— obviously. Maybe that’s just a thing he does; saying yes when he doesn’t know what else to say. Saying yes when he should be saying anything but.

But what?

But it’s not like it really matters— there was no other choice that time. He’s a soldier, he was given his orders, and— whether he likes it or not— Bucky always follows his orders.

The door creaks shut behind him, a little loud for his liking but the sound of the willow trees snapping in the yard are enough to drown it out for the most part— Well, Bucky always follows most of his orders.

That was also before everything went straight to hell, though— before no one thought to tell him that he's not dealing with a victim; he’s dealing with a survivor. Fucking military— he should have known they’d leave the important details out. They’ve been shoddy since the forties, always squirreling away information from the little guys. Eighty years later, one hundred and six years old, and he’s still a little guy. No closer to gaining an invite to the big kid table than he was at twenty-six when he still had two good arms. If anything he’s further away now, begging for scraps when there was once a point in his life where he at least had a seat somewhere.

With someone.

Nothing’s changed— nothing will change and he doesn’t expect it to— but this time there’s a difference.

There’s a big one.

It’s the canyon between grief and watching your family get slaughtered in front of you; the insurmountable jump from longing for those you’ve lost and having them ripped away from you so violently that you can’t function. Can’t sleep. Wake up scared. Jump away from every touch, every noise, like every shattered vase is out to personally kill you—

Why the fuck wouldn’t they tell him that the girl he’s supposed to be protecting has PTSD? He may be old— the term may be different now— in his day they used to call it shellshock— but it’s yet another thing that hasn’t changed. Nothing ever changes; not really— not for him.

Soldier.

Scientist.

Same fucking difference— the signs are still the same and she has all of them.

He would know— he should have known from the moment he walked through the door— they should have told him!

He saw the pictures. Saw the scarlet circles and lifeless eyes and blood. Fuck, there was so much blood and that was just a grainy photpgraph from a junky projector! He couldn’t smell it— couldn’t taste it— through the pictures but he has an imagination— well, what’s left of one at least. He can’t say he didn’t leave most of his creativity in those hills of Austria— gods only know he left most of everything else there— but even if he had left all of it he wouldn’t have to dig far for a memory of his own. They don’t tell you as a soldier that fresh blood smells like rotting honey— that it lingers in your clothes and hair and on your goddamn lips for hours.

Soldier.

Shooter.

Fucking psychopath with a gun and one arm and snow still shoved so far down his throat that he can’t breathe—

No, if they don’t bother telling their soldiers then there’s no way anyone thought to tell the cherry pie angel. They probably thought it would ruin her sweetness. They probably didn’t even think to tell her at all. Bucky definitely didn’t. He should have. If he had, maybe he would have been able to catch her before the flies ate through her wings completely. Maybe if he had just done his damn job instead of being sucked in by the sticky marmalade of her laughter then he would have seen the way she was melting right in front of his face. July in Brooklyn does that to a person.

It brings the flies to the cherry pie.

The flies to the rotting honey.

The flies to too fucking late— he had twenty-four hours and instead of doing something he just let her sink. Some guard dog he is.

Bucky watches as she gingerly sits on the edge of the white swing, her movements stiff, almost mechanical. She lifts her feet as soon as she’s down, toes hanging a good few inches off the ground as they curl around the thick bayou air, clenching and unclenching rhythmically. They never touch the bamboo mat and her eyes never lift from the shoreline— not even when he takes a couple measured steps towards her. It’s unnerving, to say the very least.

“We can’t stay out here too long.” Bucky isn’t used to speaking this quietly but it feels like if he doesn’t level his voice to match the whispering of the wind across the bulrushes then he’ll be hurting her more than he already has.

Her answer isn’t any louder than his— the only reason he even hears it at all is because he refuses to look away from her. He only hears her because his eyes are already on her lips, willing her to stop sinking her teeth into the soft flesh. Please, please, please stop—

“I just need a few minutes.”

Her eyes are wide and rimmed with red, toes continuing to work against the breeze with the same automatic movements. Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench. He doesn’t understand. It’s like she’s trying to work the feeling back into them— or maybe like she doesn’t know that she’s doing it at all. Hell, if the way her eyes have glassed over means anything then he would wager that there’s a good chance she doesn’t even fully know she’s outside. Yeah, that’s shellshock alright. Clench. Unclench. Clench. He doesn’t realize he’s copying her movements until his jaw aches.

Unclench.

“I know, doll. I—” He finally tears his gaze from her rigid figure— from her bruised lips— looking as well to the horizon. Maybe she’s on to something; maybe the waves will tell him how to help her— “I know.”

Can they tell him how to help himself? He shuffles forward again, stopping at the edge of the swing, gaze sweeping from the water to the barriers of the premise. Who is he kidding— of course they can’t. This isn’t about his salvation anymore. Those days have more than come and gone. Now it’s about hers— it’s about an assignment and keeping ten toes and ten fingers connected to two legs and two arms. Right now is about an order and Bucky Barnes can certainly follow orders— maybe that’s all he can do.

He gives the shaking girl who— despite everything— is swathed so prettily in the shade of the porch another once over.

Maybe but maybe not too.

Maybe he can’t follow orders at all.

Maybe he can’t afford to think about it for too long.

Because if he can’t follow orders then what can he do?

Bucky is still staring at her when she speaks again but her sudden words still make him jump nonetheless. “There’s room.” Her voice falters for a moment, lips hanging open and eyes faraway, before she continues. “If you want to sit, I mean. There’s room.”

He shouldn’t— he knows he shouldn’t, sitting isn’t a part of his orders— but he does. He couldn’t say no to her if he wanted to.

“Thanks.”

He definitely doesn’t want to say no to her.

“Sure.” Her voice is barely a hum— barely there at all— and he can’t choose whether to look at her lips or her fingers, which are now following suit.

Clench, unclench. Clench, unclench.

It’s an impossible decision— much like the ones from his days as a soldier— but it demands a choice from him nonetheless— unlike the ones from his days as a pawn. Her nails drag over the wood, snagging every so often, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Clench. Can she even feel him next to her? Back in the day— before that day— he used to watch his comrades do the same thing. He used to do the same thing. Sometimes he still does. He knows exactly what he would want someone to do for him.

He makes the choice for an impossible decision, wrapping his hand around hers until their fingers are laced together. “You can talk to me, if you want.”

It seems to work, if only marginally, because she stiffens for a moment, fingers flexing around his. Bucky can’t tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, the way she grips his hand so unsure of herself. Is she unsure of herself, though, or is she still lost somewhere in the depths of her mind, drowning in her rotten honey thoughts?

Her hand stills— an answer in itself— before her voice, slowed as though stopped by lips that have been glued shut, sounds. “Do you ever feel like you’re drowning?”

It’s not what he’s expecting but what else is new— neither was she and yet he’s here, listening to the moments they’re allowed to be outside— all of zero moments, that is— tick away as her toes clench and unclench.

Tick, tick, tick— what would his commander say.

“Yes.”

Steve used to ask him the same thing, Bucky adds silently, but only when they got older.

He supplies, “I think maybe that’s a part of being human.”

Tick, tick, tick— his commander wouldn’t say anything, he would just put Bucky on probation.

Still, he doesn’t rush her— he can’t. He won’t. She just told him she’s drowning; he’s not going to be the ocean to her frenzied attempts to stay afloat. He’ll just hold her hand, and keep looking over her shoulder, and then over his own, and when the time comes he’ll tell her they have to go, because that’s what she’s expecting. He would know— there have been times he’s wanted someone to do the same for him.

Tick, tick, tick— this is worth probation.

“I don’t think I like being human.” She hums back.

No, Bucky wants to say— no, I don’t either, doll.

Being human sucks and he’s not very good at it. He would know, he’s been a lot of things— been compared to a lot of things. Robot. Popsicle. Dog— yeah, he’s a real jack of all trades and so far human isn’t near the top of his ‘favourites’ list. Maybe that’s because if he wasn’t human then he wouldn’t be any of the other things either— maybe if he wasn’t human then he wouldn’t be so easily turned into a monster.

Tick, tick, tick— maybe.

Tick, tick, tick— have his thoughts always been so disorganized?

Tick, tick, tick— maybe it’s the shellshock.

Bucky doesn’t say any of that, of course.

What he does say is— “What would you like to be instead?” —as if he can make everything all better himself.

He can try, at least. He’s been compared to a slave too. Being hers doesn’t sound all that bad.

Thunder rolls over head and it sounds more like a grandfather clock— or the impatient tapping of his commander’s fingers— than anything Bucky’s ever heard. Still, he waits to move. Tick, tick, tick. He waits for a lot of things.

Bucky waits for the sky to turn grey— for the first droplets to mix with the salty bay air and blow against his neck and face.

It’s familiar, the sticky, salty rain, and he isn’t expecting it.

He isn’t expecting Delacroix to remind him so much of his own home in Brooklyn.

He isn’t expecting the way that sitting next to this soft creature feels so much like sitting on the docks with Steve the summer before his enlistment. Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning— Steve had said it at one hundred but he may as well have said it then, at eighteen, too. Because little did Bucky know, Steve had always felt a little bit like he was drowning and now Bucky, at one hundred and six, always feels a little bit like a bad friend.

Like a bad brother.

Like a bad dog— he should have scented it out all those years ago but instead he just waited.

Tick, tick, tick— all he does is wait.

Bucky waits for her to squeeze his hand once more— for her tiny fingers to alert him that she’s ready to move.

Maybe if Bucky had waited until Steve had told him that he was ready all those years ago then Steve would have waited for Bucky to be ready too. Because as he sits here, his skin turning swampy in the sticky, salty rain he realizes that no, he wasn’t ready for Steve Rogers to leave him behind.

He wasn’t ready to face the world alone.

He wasn’t even ready to face Brooklyn alone. Sometimes he still waits at the deli for him and orders the hero sandwich because even though he doesn’t like the absurd amount of pickles, Steve always had. Maybe if he eats enough— and waits long enough— then Steve will come back.

Tick, tick, tick— for a man who isn’t patient, Bucky Barnes sure does do a lot of waiting.

Bucky waits for her answer— because that’s what matters most. Not Steve’s wishes, not his commander’s impatient tapping, not even his own nostalgia that’s starting to make him, too, feel like he’s drowning. He used to love swimming in the Atlantic but when he licks his lips and tastes salt he’s sure it would take a miracle to get him to go in again. It would take a hundred years— or maybe just eighteen— and a push from a man who left Bucky almost as fast as Bucky had left him.

“I want to be a god—” she says it so suddenly that he jolts, eyes scanning their surroundings before realizing it’s just her determined, honey hollow voice sounding from next to him— “I want to be god— or invincible— or anyone but me, I think. I just don’t want to be me anymore. So yeah, I want to be a god.”

She still sounds so far away. Like she’s underwater— like Steve that time he wanted to see if Bucky could hear him scream from under the surf. He couldn’t but he told Steve he could. It doesn’t matter anymore— not right now. Only she does and her airy confession.

It makes Bucky’s heart clench and, as a reflex, so does his hand.

He releases the pressure accordingly— in his hand, not his heart— unclench— and as he does she adds— “and I want to take a bath.”

In that moment, despite his worry for her, he’s ecstatic she isn’t looking at him because if she had been then she would have seen the way his jaw drops. It takes him a moment to answer— a moment to pull himself out of the gutter his frozen-robot-dog brain drags him to— but he settles on one thought in surprisingly record time.

He can’t make her a god but he can sure as hell watch her back if she wants to take a bath.

He can’t make it all better but he can do that no problem.

So of course he stands, squeezing her hand one last time before saying, “okay, doll.”

Maybe Bucky is following orders after all. Maybe it’s a matter of choosing which— whose— orders to follow.

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[nurseofren]

I haven't been able to stop thinking about Philip Altman since that little chat on Discord this afternoon. What if he found out about his girlfriend's obsession with Kylo Ren and fucked her while making her call him Commander/Supreme Leader?? (sorry if this is request is a mess. i'm a mess rn)

Title: A Phillip Altman Halloween

Relationship: Phillip Altman x Reader

Summary: Phillip wants to make up for his reaction to finding out your obsession with Kylo Ren, and he’s a bit... inspired.

Words: 2.6k

Tags: role play, begins with angst, Oral sex (F receiving), delayed orgasm, degradation, PIV sex, choking, bruising.

ST Rambles: This request has existed for MONTHS, and I had the thought to implement it for Halloween. Because like, why not? It’s fun and cute and timely. I think this is the first one shot that I’ve given a decent amount of plot? Anyway, I hope you enjoy and that it is not too corny (:

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“Hey, Philly? Your sister called and asked if we could take the kids trick-or-treating tomorrow,” you called through the house, setting your keys in the collection bowl. “I told her we would. I hope that’s okay.”

The door clicked shut when you reached to sift through the pile of mail stacked on the credenza’s corner. It was nothing important, just mindless political ads and local festivity promotions.

“Philly? You hear me?”

“And then Kylo Ren thrust his entire, throbbing length into your pussy in one. Fluid. Movement.”

Astonishment captured your every vein with every over-exaggerated word that came from Phillip’s nearing voice. Your thoughts raced, thinking back to the last time you’d used your tablet, trying to remember if you’d exited your most recent AO3 tab before putting it away earlier.

“This, though, this is my personal favorite part,” Phillip came into view, sauntering through the living room, your tablet held in one hand while his other gesticulated.

“Phillip Altman! Stop right now!” you seethed, feeling your dignity slip away as you rushed him.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” He held his hand out and struck you with that heart-stopping smile of his. He continued to back away with every step you took, voice half-giddy at the sight of your attempt towards intimidation. “With his gloved hand wound tight to your throat, cock twitching inside your soaked cunt - fucking shit, babe--” Phillip shook his head in disbelief, face still beaming at you “--the Supreme Leader fucked you until the only thing you could process was the sensation of his cum-,”

“Phiilip. Stop. Now.” You walked him against the couch, reaching for the tablet only for him to step up from the floor and onto the cushion.

“Let me finish!” There was nothing but pure, shocked joy tensing his words now. His free hand raised to keep his balance when he next spoke. “The sensation of his cum filling you and seeping down your inner thighs, all the while-,”

“NO!” you shrilled, stepping up on the couch cushion and making a swing for the device he was reading from. To no avail, Phillip lifted his arm away and blocked you from taking the tablet from his grasp.

A string of hearty, deep howls of laughter interrupted his reciting of your most recent fictional endeavor before he could continue. “All the while, the vibrations of the hilt of his alight weapon sending shocks of pleasure from your clit all. The. Way. To your toes.”

“You’re such a fucking dick!” You pushed against his chest and smacked the side of his arm with the intent to harm him. “What is wrong with you?” 

Phillip lowered his arm and offered you back your tablet, your fingers snatching it away from him and tucking it below your arm. He looked down at you and attempted to cup your face, only for you to slap away his touch. His brow furrowed and his mouth twitched.

A short, breathy laugh left him. “Hey, you know I’m just teasing, right?”

“I don’t really care, you know that, right?” Acrid hate flooded your tongue. He’d invaded your privacy and taken something you deemed rather sacred and made fun of it. He was a jerk. You could barely stand the sight of him right now. “I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight-,”

“Oh, come on, babe! I’m sorry, I just never thought you were into-,”

“Do not talk to me right now.” You hopped off the sofa and started toward the stairs. “You need a costume for tomorrow. Your nephews asked that their favorite uncle take them around the neighborhood for candy.” A grunt of frustration left you before you passed the threshold into the plain spare room. “It’s too bad they’re not old enough to know how much of a fucking ass their uncle really is!” 

With probably too much force the door slammed shut and shook the hanging photographs against the wall, your flop onto the bed not helping the matter. For whatever reason it really stung that he’d taken it upon himself to so entirely dismiss something so special to you. He may not have meant it, but he’d been cruel. And the only thing that would heal the wound was time and distance, so you curled under the down comforter and willed yourself to sleep, no matter if it was only six in the evening. 

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Wendy backed out of the driveway and waved through her window before leaving view. You stood on the front porch and returned the gesture, inwardly dreading heading back inside. Yes, Phillip and you still took the kids trick-or-treating, but there had been scant exchanges of words throughout the day. Phillip had struck a nerve, and you weren’t ready to forgive him for it.

A few more moments longer you found yourself dawdling in the cool October air, but eventually, reluctantly, you took a deep breath and made your way to the master to grab some pajamas for the night. Finding the room vacant, not knowing where Phillip had disappeared, you opted to change there. A pair of black lace boy shorts found their way around your waist before you went to grab one of Phillip’s shirts from the drawer.

“You won’t be needing that.”

A gloved hand encroached upon your forearm, finger and thumb grasping around your wrist so the remaining three pushed the drawer closed. 

“Phillip, stop, please. I don’t want to fuck you right now.” You shook his hand away and twisted to face him, tucking the shirt under your arms to conceal your bare chest. When you caught first glance of him, you didn’t know whether to scream or laugh.

“Who’s Phillip?”

He’d gone as a half-assed Batman earlier, but without the faux abs and the plastic mask, all that remained was an all black ensemble, complete with the floor-length cape, a pair of leather gloves, and a new addition of a rigid line drawn over the right side of his face, starting over his eyebrow and scraping down his neck. He’d even gone as far as to buff out the edges and blend it into his skin. 

“You look...”

“Tell me,” he huffed, brushing a thumb along the taut edge of the t-shirt, “how does your Supreme Leader look?” 

“Phillip, what are you-,”

Two long, gloved, hot fingers hooked over your tongue and pressed to the back of your throat, only pulling back when you gagged on his fingertips. A whimper left as your arm sprung up to take hold of his wrist, stunned by his actions and completely forgetting the shirt you’d been using to conceal yourself. It fell to the floor with a soft whisper of its weight.

“Have some respect,” he slipped his remaining hand along the curve of your side, warm leather sliding with ease and stealing your breath. “You are speaking to the ruler of the entire First Order, after all.” That hand found its way to the base of your breast, fingers cradling it before his thumb wound a circle around your stiffened nipple.

It made you shudder, not only his touch, but how different he really did seem. There was a sense of dedication to the role he’d assumed, something haunting about how demanding he was being. The thought made your insides clench, achingly aware by how hollow you felt. You needed him - Phillip? Kylo? - inside of you, to feel him buried in you and revel in the way he made you feel so complete.

“Now, be a good girl and lie back on the bed.” Those two fingers left your tongue and fell in line with his hand as it momentarily squeezed your throat, holding you for a moment so he could lock you in his stare.

If he was committing to the scene, it only made sense that you should too, right? “Yes, Supreme Leader.”

You crawled up so you could rest against the pillows, hands cradled below your neck and eyes tracking his every movement. Though you tried to contain it, a smile crinkled your eyes.

“You know, this is really swee-woah!”

Phillip grasped both your ankles and dragged you down so your hips were at the edge of the bed. He knelt between your legs, eyeing you from the floor, your elbows digging into the mattress so you could see him.

A hand first smoothed up your calf and led its way under your knee, a thumb stroking your thigh when he was pleased with his hold.

“What did I tell you, officer?”

His voice was so low, so close to unrecognizable; it stole your smile and flooded your veins with adrenaline. A gasp parted your lips, his brow lifting in expectation. “Lie back.”

His other hand reached up to your sternum and pressed you down, wandering again lower to your folds, two seams petting over the supple skin. It felt like heaven, the warm gloves and the pressure of his touch. And maybe you would have said it was, only for him to part you and drag one over and around your clit.

The grip over your thigh tightened to keep you from moving, your hips bucking up at the seam’s sensation. A whine, small and grunted, left, your face growing hot when you felt the tip of his nose press into your inner thigh.

Phillip hummed, a growl, fingers dipping lower so he could coat them in the fluid dripping from your cunt. Fingertips teased your entrance, barely pushing into you. A grunt vibrated against your skin, his nose trailing to our mound before he breathed in a glutton of your scent.

“Don’t stop, Phillip,” you plead, nudging your hips into his face, wanting more. Begging for more.

Two slicked fingers pushed into you in full; it choked you, the sudden sensation of him inside. He didn’t let you get a word out before mouthing at your clit, the tip of his tongue circling it before he took you between his teeth and teased. Your fingers flew to his hair, nails scraping at his scalp and pulling him into you.

The hand wrapped around your leg unhinged your fingers from his head, thumb pressing pain into your palm. You winced, his thumbnail biting a crescent into your skin, the ache intensifying the pleasure between your legs.

“So desperate,” he drawled, rocking his fingers into your core at a devastating pace, so slow and paced it burned at your sanity. “Sit up, I want to see you say my name.”

You obeyed, keeping your legs parted, looking down at him. His cheeks were flushed, mouth glistening with your want, the fingers latched around your hip leather-wrapped and stinging. The sight of his fingers pushing into you sent your head back for a moment, feeling him press into you at the perfect spot. You moaned, soon seething when he bit the flesh of your inner thigh.

Your focus fled back to him, a smirk acknowledging your attention before it grazed down to your slit. “What’s my name, again?”

His fingers were taunting, crooking just right to leave you flayed on the edge. You were so close, his breath washing over you in its proximity, the ghosted sensation tingling down your spine. He watched you, listened for absent words, the faux-scar on his face convincing in the low light. 

“If you want to cum, you’ll say it,” Phillip’s tongue trailed his bottom teeth, “or is the slut at a loss for words?”

Every nerve lit at the term, your hand reaching toward his face to thumb at the scar. The way his hair fell, the cape pooled at his feet, the tease of his tongue glinting in the light; it all combined to push you toward belief. It warmed through you, seeing him for what he wanted to be for you. Pushing your hand through his hair, fingertips lingering under his chin, you fell into what he was offering.

“No, Kylo, I would never disrespect my Supreme Leader in such a way.”

There was a heavy need in your tone, Phillip’s face lighting for half a second before he quickened his machinations and brought his lips back to your pussy. He laved at you, circling and crossing and - you regarded eventually - spelling the words “Kylo Ren” over the flourishing nerves.

He could see you gearing toward climax, feel it in the way your cunt squelched with each push of his hand. You saw him consider something for a moment, a surge of cleverness ignite his features. And then he stopped. Every movement gone, his fingers absent, your body searching for where the promise of fulfillment had gone.

“What the hell? Phil-,”

His mouth took yours when he leaned over you, his hands pushing his pants down. He groaned when his cock bobbed free, hitting the insides of your thighs, his hand claiming your neck and pushing you down onto the mattress. The slowed blood flow dizzied you, his lips rapturous as both of your groaned into each other.

His remaining hand clasped onto your hand and locked your arm above your head. The shock of his grip made you grimace, a haunting sense of pleasure behind each new ache. Soon, though, you could only focus on how he thrust his entire length into you, your back arching into him, a grating cry echoing into his mouth.

“You want me to fill you up, huh? Little fucking whore, want your last thought to be of my cum leaking out of you?”

“Yes, yes Kylo!” The thought catalyzed your climax, skin singing for release with each of his thrusts, legs quaking with anticipation.

“What do you say?” Each word came between a breath, hands biting harder into both fixed positions, your head spinning and hand throbbing.

“Please!” 

“Who’s cum do you want?”

“Yours, Supreme Leader. God, it’s all I want, fucking shit, please, please!”

He hand left right as your brain flooded with pleasure, muscles locking, eyes rolling back, lips parting and orgasm fleeing. His hips stuttered and he cried out along with you, your tight cunt milking him for every drop of cum he had to offer. His lips met yours with a sloppy, breathy plead of a kiss; his hands now cradling your head.

An overwhelming push to mirror his actions stole your breath, hands flying into his hair and pulling him that much closer, feeling his cock slip free from you and streak spend over your belly. He grunted when your legs locked around his waist.

Kisses slowed and you found yourself smoothing your thumbs over his temples, looking over the sweat at his brow. This wasn’t Kylo anymore, this was too sweet. This was the Phillip you knew. The Phillip you loved.

He observed you with the same fondness you were him, his hand brushing back your hair. “Mm, sorry.”

It took you from bliss. “What are you talking about?”

Phillip sighed, kissing the tip of your nose before he continued. “I was an ass yesterday. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Phillip Altman knew exactly how to apologize. “All is forgiven... Supreme Leader,” you lowered your voice to imitate Kylo Ren, the two of you laughing for a few seconds before finding each other in adoration.

“Oh, and sorry.” A knowing smirk took root in his features.

“Phillip, what-.”

“No lightsaber for your clit?” His brow lifted in suggestion, your tongue circling your canine.

You pulled him down into one last deep kiss, bringing your lips to his ear when you unlocked from him.

In the faintest whisper, your tongue first following the curve of his helix, you taunted him.

“My vibrator is in my top drawer.”

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XC

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Breaking Walls (Part I)

(12x20/12x21)

Hello my friends! I'm here with another meta from season 12! This time I'll try to resume these two episodes pointing important subtext and foreshadows I found in them.

We/Us vs Only Dean

Resonating with the previous episode, the mixtape one. We will meet Tasha Banes and her son's Alicia and Max. And with them will come the difference between WE/US and I/ME.

First of all, we were fed with Dean Winchester's worries for Castiel.

Gif set credit @starlightcastiel

The scene opens with a close up to Dean's hands. This focus on the hands will continue through the episode, related with my Quantum theory about Dabb's era, it talks about a foreshadow. And because is centered on the knuckles, is a foreshadow of Dean hitting on the door from the Burger Shop after praying to Chuck in 13x01. Linked to his worries for Castiel, opens the door for the incoming mourning for him.

Dean: That freaking baby isn't even born yet and it sock puppeted him. Think about it.

Is very meaningful Dean uses this word PUPPET here, to explain Castiel's odd behavior. But is also related to this episode: a witch killing people and constructing puppets she can command as she wishes. If this sounds particularly known by all of us, is because is a very smart Foreshadow for Chuck appearing in the ending of season 14 and the whole season 15. The puppet master.

This is what makes Dean feel so worried: CAS having faith in Lucifer jr. As Dean calls it. Is not good sign for him. And because he knows what CAS is willing to do when he is in soldier mode, when he has faith in something. He can give everything in exchange. He knows it. And he is worried because CAS is in danger now. And he can't understand how CAS is having faith in that nephilim he was trying to kill hours before. He needs to understand what's going on, Because Castiel's safety is in danger. And Cas' means everything to Dean.

SAM: I don't know. I mean, look, this doesn't make any sense to me either, Dean. But if we wanna have some shot at finding Cas, the we have to...I don’t know. Uh, try and think like him.

DEAN: How? Seriously...

He sounds desperate here. He knows exactly this is the first time he saw CAS like this. Again brainwashed? He is scared. Dean is afraid of losing CAS. He didn't recognize Castiel looking back at him. Because CAS had a new mission now. Cas had determination in his eyes. And the mission comes first.

Then, one phone rings, and is Max and Alicia. And the dialogue here will separate the therms WE from INDIVIDUAL again.

ALICIA: Yeah, sorry to um...Uh, Mary gave me a couple different numbers to reach her, and we thought –

Max loudly interrupts Alicia to make a point that this is not his idea.

MAX: No. No. Mnh-mnh.

Alicia looks exasperated.

ALICIA: I thought Mary would be down to help. Uh, be our backup on this, um...

The parallel with the Barnes brothers here is loud, not just the missing parent in a hunt, but the blatant difference between WE/US vs INDIVIDUAL (Alice and Dean).

Max doesn't want his sister use him as a shield for showing his worries. Just like Dean used Sam in the mixtape scene or when CAS arrived at the bunker.

After Sam accepts to help, Dean turns into worried boyfriend mode...

He is like: 'Come on Sam, didn't you heard all my worries? We have to find CAS! CAS CAS CAS!'

Then we have Dean calling Mary...

His face here is loud. He was thinking about Castiel being in danger since CAS left. I bet you he couldn't sleep neither. And he needs to talk with someone about this. But how he feels about this. Becay Sam ia confused but he keeps doing his job. Dean just can't go on if he can't rescue CAS from the 'evil child'.

The Foreshadows

Before jumping into the symbology of this episode, let's show another example of we/u vs me/I:

ALICIA: Well, then why didn't you call us? I mean we–

MAX: Ahem.

Sam and Dean look slightly uncomfortable.

ALICIA: I called and texted a lot.

TASHA: I'm sorry, baby. My phone hasn't been charging all day.

Is the difference between the amount of worrisome and the effort from the writers to point out that to us. To make it noticeable.

Now, let's go with Mary Winchester: there's this scene in which Mary discovers Mick's corpse and she uncovered his face. Is a sad foreshadow of Dean in episode 13x01 uncovering Castiel's face when he laid dead on the table.

Also the finding of the corpses ina dark place by Dean and Sam, was a foreshadow of dead and the Empty.

Then, Tasha attack Alicia and Max, as a foreshadow of Mary coming against her own boys.

But it caught my attention what Ketch says to Mary:

KETCH: But I can keep you safe. If you just play your part, if you play nice...

In an episode where we are talking about puppets Ketch asks Mary to play her part. And I just recalled the whole season 9 with Metatron and the repetitive quote: Everyone needs to play their role. As an attempt coming from the writer to control the story and the characters. This is very important because is anticipating Chuck's plot in season 15. Mary answers: 'I don't play nice' as a reflection of TFW.

When Alicia dies, the dialogue between Sam, Dean and Max is another example of loosing a brother/family and loosing the love of your life.

SAM: Hey, Max, um, this is, uh... Look, you – you're probably in shock right now, but it's gonna pass.

DEAN: And then it's gonna hurt.

They're talking from their places, they had lost many people in their lives, family. Wich is pointing too what we will be seeing at the beginning of season 13, the big difference with loosing the love of your life, incarnated I'm Dean mourning Castiel.

Eileen's death and Brainwashing

Just a few words about episode 12x21.

Is the episode in which Eileen dies, in a dark Forest. Saileen always had been a Destiel mirror and showed the path for our ship. So when Eileen dies, is talking about the lovers separation through death. Sam uncovering her face in the morgue, again, as a prelude of Dean doing the same with Castiel.

BMoL brainwashing Mary, and using her as a puppet against the boy, is slightly showing how Dean sees what's going on with CAS.

But is also a foreshadow of AUMichael!Dean.

Later in the episode, we have Crowley who was controlling Lucifer's vessel as a puppet too, but something goes wrong this time.

DREXEL: The ability to control is transferring from Crowley to you.

LUCIFER: So you're saying that Crowley's gonna be my puppet.

This could be showing two interesting Foreshadows: first, when AUMichael will take control over Dean's body and kidnap him in episode 13x23, and second, what will happen once Dean will lock Michael down in his head, taking full control of his own body.

Then, another parallel between CAS and Mick. Remember Samadriek saying he has too much heart and that was his problem? Okay...

TONI: Oh, Mick's dead.

SAM: He's dead?

TONI: Quite. It was determined he was too sentimental for the job.

So Mick also had too much heart...

To Conclude:

Dean is a mess of worries for CAS and it shows. He is afraid of loosing him this time for real.

There are foreshadows of Cas' death all over the episodes, preluding the finale.

There's also a lot of references to puppets, for the incoming plot of Chuck and Dean's possesion.

Hope you like this volume. See you in the next one!

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If you wanna read the previous metas from season 12, here you have the links:

Vol. LXXV, LXXVI, LXXVII, LXXVIII, LXXIX, LXXX, LXXXI, LXXXII, LXXXIII, LXXXIV, LXXXV, LXXXVI, LXXXVII, LXXXVIII, LXXXIX.

Buenos Aires, November 30th 2020 7:03 PM