#it’s uh. giving red winter axe

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REN

DOG

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A dear Pain in the ass sister

(so uh.. I like blackguard.. that's all)

Enjoy

To say Weiss' family was inherently fucked up... Would be a understatement. Constantly at each others throats and either arguing or in the case of their mother, drowning in wine to wash away the pain.

So you can imagine weiss' horror when she received news her twin sister was on a bullhead to beacon to... Catch up apparently.

Weiss, was not all to pleased to receive this info, infact she was quite the opposite. She was INFURIATED to beyond belief.

She was pacing in her teams dorm as she was basically wanting to rip out her own hair at this point because of the rising fury she held in her as one ruby rose looked at her confused as she was gaming.

Ruby: Weiss I fail to see how "evil" sister is going to ruin you.

Weiss: because you dolt, my sister is everything wrong with the world! She's loud, obnoxious, her mouth has spewed so much vulgarity that it would make my father look like a saint. She is TERRIBLE-

Suddenly a knock on the door was heard as Weiss grumbled before going up to the door only to scowl as she saw one jaune arc.

Weiss: arc. What stupid plan do you have to court me now.

Jaune: wait.. how are you- i just- hold on im confused i just saw you at the gate also.. when did you have time to change and wash your hair?

Weiss looked at him before going pale as she immediately grabbing him by his collar.

Weiss: arc I will give as much lien as you want just please tell me you were hallucinating!

Jaune: hold on I'm still confused-

Weiss: ARC, please just say you were hallucinating. Please don't tell me you saw-

???: AH THERE YOU ARE DEAR BITCH OF A SISTER!

Weiss felt her heart plummet into her stomach as she looked to her right and saw her. This woman was a near replica of Weiss down to her cheekbones. Everything except her black hair, her biker attire and her vivid magenta eyes.

Belamere "bleiss" noir givrése. Weiss Schnee's twin sister and the only daughter to bear their father's last name.

Weiss: bleiss.. good to see you too.. dear.. sister

Bleiss walked up to her sister as she bear hugged her which seemed to catch off surprise.

Bleiss: how long has it been since we seen each other? Days, months. I lost count after the man-whore decided to send me to vacuo.

Bleiss let go as Weiss looked at her as she was beaming with a smile on her face as Ruby appeared next to Weiss.

Ruby: i don't see how she's bad.. nor the fact she's apparently your evil twin.

Bleiss looked at Ruby curiously as she leaned in REAL close to observe every aspect.

Bleiss: hmm I wanna say your going for a goth aesthetic but the red pops out which I wanna say is intended but-

Ruby: well hello to you too I guess-

Bleiss: oh right shit apologies.

Bleiss stepped back and stuck out her hand as Ruby looked at her curiously.

Bleiss: i am belamere givrése but my enemies call me bleiss

Jaune: oh that's interesting.. what do your friends call you.

It went dead quiet as bleiss turned around and looked at jaune.

Bleiss: ok.. who the hell are you?

Jaune: im-

Weiss: -less of a pain than you that's who he is!

The twins glared at each other as bleiss narrowed her eyes at her "proper" reflection.

Bleiss: interrupting someone is rather rude dear sister, especially when their introducing themselves. I thought you knew this since father was so focused on making you his doll.

Weiss said nothing but her hand hovered over myrtenaster as she glared daggers at her counterpart.

Weiss: you... take.. that. Back.

Bleiss: oh struck a nerve did I dear sister?~ you always were easier to enrage than winter and bitchley.

Weiss growled at her as she took out myrtenaster as she thrusted her weapon towards her twin as bleiss caught it with her twin axes, Berta and Marta.

Bleiss: hmm seems your fuse is getting shorter by the day-

Suddenly Weiss and bleiss found themselves picked up as Ruby was hold up Weiss with jaune holding bleiss.

Jaune: l-lets calm down everyone!

Bleiss: hey- let me go jackass, no one is allowed to touch me!

Jaune: really sorry but I don't feel like watching a bloodbath, especially when this is the first time Weiss has gotten like THAT!

We see Weiss was basically foaming at the mouth as Ruby carried her into the dorm as bleiss felt jaune let go as she landed before pointing berta at his throat as jaune raised his hands.

Bleiss: ok. One. NO ONE. Gets involved in matters with my family, two. next time you touch me I am chopping off your hands and then you probably tiny DICK.

Jaune and bleiss stared at each other as jaune put his hands on berta as he spoke calmly and softly.

Jaune: look I think I get your frustration, but Weiss is my friend, you two may be family but family don't act like that. So pardon me for making sure my friend is ok.

Bleiss looked at him as something clicked in her head.

Bleiss: your an arc aren't you?

Jaune nodded.

Jaune: what's it to you?

Bleiss: nothing just... Makes sense an arc of all people would act like they know about family.

Bleiss put away her axes as she walked passed him.

Bleiss: I'll be around the campus to check in on my sister. Don't get in my way again, jaune.

Jaune looked at her slightly confused on why she knows his name but he shrugged it off as we end our story here....

For now.

[kikiofthevast]

Coral Kindness

So I was thinking about the coral in the Coral IslesTM being a manifestation of the Corruption so have some fucked up Corrupted Martyn

Cw for altered mental states, implied brainwashing, heavily implied manipulation, codependency, some weird semi-romantic undertones(??), hivemind and some light violence

Martyn doesn't think he regrets coming back.

Sure, the spines and the coral are...tight around his body, and the bits that stick deep into his skin are agitated by certain movements, but it's not...unpleasant. It's actually kind of nice.

Maybe a little too nice, really, but nearly stepping on the coral circling and wrapping around the island is a small price to pay for peace. Because this is peace unlike anything Martyn has ever known.

It dulls the urges of being Red, pushes back the stress and aches of the Death Game and he and Scott are embraced by something that loves them both. Their connection is not the one from last season. It is not a connection of pain and a connection of death. It is a connection of emotions, of speaking without words and of embracing without touching.

Speaking of Scott, he feels him down under the ocean floor, idly building and planning and storing and Martyn wants to be close to him again.

 He settles, for now, for the coral at his back. As he sinks to the ground, it connects and it feels like everything he could ever want, not the cold devotion of Red Winter, not the doomed walls of the Southlands, not the rejection of a person who couldn't stand the sight of him. Because he has the coral now, and he has Scott. And it sings sweet in his ears.

And then he's interrupted.

He cracks open his eyes with a scowl, looking up at Joel, who has an axe slung over his shoulder. "Having a nice nap?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Looking awful defenseless there."

"Be quiet, Joel," Martyn groans back, shifting against the coral as if in bed. "I'm trying to listen."

 "Listen?" Jimmy's come up behind Joel and Martyn feels a jolt of pain from Scott's end of the connection. "What could you be listening to? The waves?"

"The coral." He stands slowly, the coral rising with him and wrapping around him tighter. Covering his eyes. He doesn't need them with the love and the sensation feeding into him.

 Joel and Jimmy won't join them, the coral whispers. They don't want to join them. They want to continue to suffer at arms-length with each other and their meaningless connections. They abandon people at a whim. They abandoned me, Scott thinks sorrowfully, and Martyn's grip on his sword tightens.

 "Gonna give you thirty seconds to run," Martyn says, breathing in the love and the power that the coral granted him.

They are intruders and Martyn's duty is to defend from intruders. Scott wordlessly wonders if he needs help, but Martyn placates him. He can handle this himself.

Jimmy snorts. "Uh-huh. Thirty seconds, huh? Wonder where you got that from."

"Start running."

 Martyn slashes at Joel without warning, who yelps.

 "I thought we had thirty seconds!" Jimmy cries.

"Start running."

"Yeah, we're not--" Martyn slashes Joel quickly and sharply. "--YEOWCH okay, WE'RE GOING! JEEZ!"

As they swim back to shore, the coral doesn't recede. But Martyn doesn't mind. Instead, he dives below to find Scott. He needs something right now that the coral just can't provide, no matter how much it tries.

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

Thinkin’ bout how the Horror and the Wild (by the Amazing Devil) fits desertduo and treebark in the lead up to the siege of dogwarts, as if the two pairs were talking about each other as well as their opponents

“You were raised by wolves and voices / Every night I hear them howling deep beneath your bed / They say it all comes down to you”, as Martyn watches his king make the final preparations, knowing that Ren will be the turning point in the coming battle

“You’re the daughter of silent watching stones / You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments / In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more”, as Scar watches Grian prepare for the inevitable, staying by his side despite the lack of life-debt

“You are the space that’s in between every page, every chord, and every screen / You are the driftwood and the rift, you’re the words I promise I don’t mean” Both members of both pairs thinking about their partners: Ren and Martyn for the first line, and Grian and Scar for the second

“We’re drunk but drinking, sunk but sinking / They thought us blind, we were just blinking”, as both groups hype each other up for the fight

“All the stones and kings of old, will hear us screaming at the cold”, desertduo’s declaration that they’ll fight the Red Winter in view of anyone and everyone

“Remember me I ask, remember me I sing / Give me back my heart you wingless thing”, Ren and Martyn vow to think of each other in their final moments of peace, while Grian begs to no-one for Scar to finally let him go

“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring / I promise you, they’ll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, I am the wild”, the pairs clash in battle, as all are shouting the words to their opponents as much as to their allies

“You are the son of every dressing up box / And I am Time itself, I slow to let you play / I steal the hours and turn the night into day”, a flashback to Grian’s attempts to fortify Monopoly Mountain as Scar ‘plays’ about with reputation points and other people’s armor

“Day by day, oh lord, three things I pray / That I might understand as best I can / How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by god still am” , a flashback to when Martyn killed Ren with the Red Winter Axe, as the former hesitates before ultimately doing the deed

“Fret not, dear heart, let not them hear / The mutterings of all your fears, the flutterings of all your wings”, rapid fire flashbacks as both pairs watch their allies die around them

“Welcome to the storm, I am thunder” shouted by Scar and then Grian

“Welcome to my table, bring your hunger” shouted by Ren and then Martyn

“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring / I promise you, they’ll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, I am the wild”, similar sequence to before, only Ren and Martyn are clearly loosing

“Remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me / Remember me I ask, remember me I sing”, a slow sequence as Ren and Martyn realize they are going to loose, and silently agree to go down with one hell of a fight

“Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring / I promise you, they’ll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, I am the / Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring / I promise you, they’ll sing of every time / You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child / Witness me, old man, old man, old man I am the” final fight sequence as Ren and then Martyn fall, ending with Grian and Scar looking at each other over their fallen enemies, before a flash of their own broken bodies in the desert finishes it

Oh goodness looking at it now this reads like a written out animatic

Uh

That was not my intention but what’s done is done, I suppose

Have fun with this!

[eyelessfog]

“You’re really attached to that axe,” Pearl says, tilting her head curiously.

Ren looks down at the axe in question, face pinched. “Yes,” he agrees, and then turns away, as if to end the conversation.

Unfortunately, Pearl is more curious than she is polite. “Why?”

“…I made it,” Ren says, and his thumb runs over the carving of a name in the handle. “For someone else’s use.”

“Who? Do I know them?”

Ren gives her an odd look, and his voice dips back into its accent. “Aye, do ye think I know who ye do ‘er do not know?”

“I mean, I dunno. I’m not quiet about all the stuff that happened to me,” Pearl laughs. “C’mon! Who’s it?”

“M’ hand.” Ren admits. “Martyn.”

“Martyn?” Pearl considers this. She doesn’t particularly like Martyn, honestly. It was a good start, and then a bad start and then a pretty nice middle and then a really bad end. Between him wanting to kill Tilly and, well, everything else… “Damn. Was he, uh, a good hand?”

“Th’ best.” He sounds so nostalgic. Pearl vows not to mention how much she doesn’t like her own Martyn.

“Hey!” Pearl jolts with a realization. “If it was for him, why do you have it?”

Ren scratches at his neck. Pearl watches the movement and notes, for the fourth time that day, the scar that wraps around his throat.

“It- ah, uh, t’was for a ritual.”

Pearl thinks about the ritual that Ren and Martyn did to summon her and thinks that they might be a little more predictable than she thought they were.

“The ritual didn’t include burning logs, did it?” she asks dryly.

Ren gives her a strange look. “What? No. What?”

Pearl waves him off. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. What was the ritual?”

“It was… Well, have ye seen what my axe is called-eth?” Ren holds the axe out to her before she can answer.

“Hah! No.” Pearl takes it from him. “You basically sleep with that thing, Ren.” She inspects the carved letters and frowns. “The Red Winter Is Coming.” She frowns and looks up. “But you’re the Red Winter King.”

Ren laughs. “Exactly. Ye know how death messages work.”

An image forms in Pearl’s head. “…The name of a weapon will show up in the message. So if you’re killed with something like this…”

“I was yellow. Wasn’t ‘llowed te harm anyone who’d wish harm ‘pon me.”

“Offence is the best defence,” Pearl agrees thoughtfully.

“I told my hand to take my head. He did, and Th’ Red Winter King rose.” Ren brushes a hand against his scar.

“Was that… a good memory for you?” Pearl asks, giving the axe back.

“Nay.” Ren’s shoulders shake with almost-laughter. “Three strikes before the axe actually hit the stone below me. Blood in the stone and blood in my mouth and Martyn’s face before he saw me come back was haunted.”

“Oh.”

“No,” Ren repeats. “It is not a very good memory at all.”

“Then..?”

“I miss my hand,” Ren explains. “That is all.”

Pearl slips her hand into his, hoping it’s as much of a comfort as she means it to be. She thinks she gets it. She misses a lot of things that she’d hold onto every worst memory for.

She looks up at the dog ears that bend low on Ren’s head and thinks.

Yeah. She misses a lot of things she’d hold onto every worst memory for.

[panda-wearing-pants]

Best Life Series episode #5

S1E5: Martyn kills Ren with an axe named "RED WINTER IS COMING", Skizz, Joel and Etho join the red army, Jimmy turns down the offer, afraid that Ren will ask him to sacrifice Scott, Tango is killed for wearing a helmet in the previous session, and Etho is killed for not calling out Tango, Cleo sets fire to Joel's house, causing him to die, Grian and Scar make an alliance with Scott and Jimmy, Grian gives then a pufferfish in a bucket, which Jimmy names the "Pufferish of Peace," Scar and Grian steal Skizz's banner, leading to the red army attacking the desert and killing Pizza

Solidarity: THE SECRET RED LIFE ROOM..

S2E5: BigB is replaced by Terry, Jimmy runs away with Martyn's life, but ends up giving it back and getting exiled from the southlands, Cleo tries to lure people to Bdub's trapped enchanter, Martyn, Ren, Lizzie and Terry form the Shadow Alliance, all the reds get a life from Scar at some point, the Southlanders vote to let Jimmy back in, Impulse gives Scott Grian's wither skull, and Scott gives it to the shadow alliance, Scar dies in the trap at the entrance to the Southlands and becomes red

Inthelittlewood: The Trial Of Timmy

S3E5: The divorce quartet teams up, Scar and Grian hide from the reds in Pearl's tower, Scar and Grian leave and hide underground, but Scar falls into a horde of zombies that were supposed to be released at the pool party and dies, Jimmy is eliminated by an enderman, Scar activates a sculk sensor trap, setting off TNT and blowing up, Scott burns the Relation Ship, causing Etho and Joel to go around the server burning everything, Grian drops a stalactite on Ren's head, eliminating him and BigB

Grian: UH OH!

S4E5: Etho babysits Bdubs and brings him to the T.I.E.S meeting, where they plot to blow up bread bridge, and then they do, Pearl accidentally kills Judge Judy, the Bad Boys go into mourning for Bread Bridge, Scar gives the Bad Boys a doormat to solidify their alliance, Impulse lures Bdubs into the nether where Tango blows him up with TNT minecarts, Etho and the Clockers have a family dinner, Etho plays catch with Bdubs and Scar, but they both die, Scar becomes the first red and just leaves, Skizz becomes red and takes off most of his clothes

Ethoslab: Awkward Family Supper

S5E5: Cleo and Gem race to collect other players' front doors, Cleo wins, Scar trades from seeds to a golden apple, Scott, Tango, Bdubs and Impulse play tag, BigB lures Skizz into a meeting with Jimmy, where Jimmy does enough damage to complete his task, Lizzie attempts to get the server to go to the end so she can sleep and skip the night, but no one shows up, she then tries to get everyone to have a sleepover at her house, but Joel is the only one there, Scar arrives later and eats the cake, Grian and Etho rig the Heart Foundation raffle, Pearl's task is to not have her book in her inventory at the end of the session, Mumbo and Gem have a tower-building contest, Lizzie rides around invisible on a skeleton horse, but is killed by Jimmy, Mumbo and Grian have a diving competition at Gem's diving board

LDShadowlady: IMPOSSIBLE TASK

[galaxyofender]

galaxy galaxy galaxy your Treebark fan kids all sound so interesting please share their origins

also do Ren and Martyn have a fav child (shshshsh ik realistically they wouldn’t but t’would be funny methinks

OKAY SO- first of all, here's a drawing of the three of them, look at my kids (from left to right: gawain, lycaon and persephone)

this post is going to be quite long so uh under a readmore it goes

okay second, i'll start with persephone, because the is the eldest child

when ren and martyn brought red winter, disturbing the natural order of the seasons, they called the attention of a bunch of seasonal spirits, looking for what had caused such a disturbance.

the youngest of these, one named persephone, tries to look closer at the two people who have caused the problem by disguising herself among their villagers. martyn, however, recognized immediately that this girl is not one of their villagers. ren and martyn try to give her back to the spirits, but she returns pretty soon.

persephone starts hanging out around dogwarts more and more often, helping ren and martyn but also pranking them both. martyn keeps joking of trying to return her again to the seasonal spirits that decided to stick around dogwarts, but both ren and martyn find that neither of them want to actually return her back, that they both have grown so used to having her around.

by the time 3rd life ends, ren and martyn look at each other and realize they both accidentally adopted a daughter, so they ask if persephone wants to come to hermitcraft with them, to which she says yes! ren also gifts her the skizz blade after 3rd life.

later on, she makes a separate server for her friends called the oasis, but continues visiting hermitcraft pretty frequently.

(design note: if you know dnd and the eladrin elves, that isnt that unaccurate of a comparison to how persephone works! also she does take the form of an avian most times, usually an owl avian)

second child now, gawain!

soon after treebark adopts persephone, ren gets a complaint from two of his villagers, something about their child being replaced with a changeling. when both ren and martyn see of trying to figure out what is wrong, they meet gawain.

the villagers explain that they just realized now that the fae tricked them and that both are very pissed off about it, and that they wanted to get rid of the changeling child. martyn, being one of fae himself, talks ren into adopting gawain as well, if the villagers didn't want him as their son.

from that point fowards, dogwarts has both a princess and a prince! :]

after 3rd life, he lives in hermitcraft with ren and persephone before persephone makes the oasis server, and also martyn gifts him the red winter axe too.

(design note: for this universe, changelings take the traits of whoever they consider their parents to be, even if they aren't biologically related! that is why gawain looks the most like ren and martyn out of all of their adopted children)

last child, and i promise this one is the last ROVIN SAFETYRAT YOU WILL NOT TALK ME INTO MAKING A FOURTH, lycaon!

martyn still doesn't have a home server, so he is still wandering around as a world hopper after double life, even if he does return to hermitcraft pretty often.

during one of these wanderings, he comes across a village in a snowy taiga and a very young wolf pup in the nearby forest that acts very friendly and doesn't seem to have parents. visiting the villagers the morning after, martyn finds a child with white wolf ears and a tail, hanging around an old woman, who does really remind him of the baby wolf he saw the last night.

asking the old woman, she invites him in to talk with a warm cup of tea, since he clearly looked like he wasn't from here. she explains that the boy's name is lycaon, and that his mom passed away not long after he was born, because of complications with the birth. after that, she took the baby to raise, since nobody knew who the father was.

martyn asks about the wolf ears, to which the old woman replies that she's getting to it. she says that some months ago, lycaon and a few other children of the village wandered too far out, into what apparently was the den of a family of werewolves, and lycaon got bitten.

they all noticed that his hair went white and a pair of wolf ears appeared, and the villagers knew that the child was now a werewolf even before the next full moon. the rest of the village children are a bit scared, not knowing what to think.

martyn brings up that he does know a werewolf, not mentioning that he is the partner of the werewolf he is talking about but being very obvious that he’s so very gay for this specific wolf, and that he might be able to help. the old woman reacts to it in a way of "well, you can try, if the child will come with you."

lycaon, who was hiding and overhearing their conversation, immediately jumps out the second he hears of another person like him. the old woman laughs, and martyn is like "well, i can take you to meet him if you'd like" to which lycaon agrees that he wants to meet this person. the old woman comments that maybe it’s for the best that lycaon is around others like him.

when martyn brings lycaon to hermitcraft and to ren, it takes one look from ren of "can we keep him?" to know that this will end up being another adoption.

(design note: the red shirt lycaon is wearing is actually one of ren's shirts! ren has tried and failed in convincing him to give it back)

other notes to make are:

persephone and gawain are 14-16 ish years old, lycaon is 8-10 ish

i do have other fankids and these three are friends with them!

the oasis server gets made somewhere in late hc s8, so during moon big but before it all goes to shit. also lycaon gets adopted during s9, possibly after the king plot ends?

i did write a little thing about gawain yesterday :D

[lebenspurpur]

How do you think cuddling at night in bed with Anna the Huntress would go?

AN: I am so in love with Anna. I'm not kidding.

She's always the big spoon. Doesn’t matter if you’re taller or smaller than her. The protectiveness that comes with wrapping her arms around your middle and feeling your head nuzzle into her chest makes her feel all giddy inside. Anna prides herself in being your protector, and that shows when you two fall asleep.

Anna is always very warm. Sometimes too warm. The cold Russian winters and never-stopping, freezing rain have trained her body to produce her own warmth. That, mixed with the small crackling fire in the back of the room, can get overbearing. Though, with furs as blankets, the heat is needed. They don’t really keep you warm, so Anna gladly does.

She’s very still. Anna rarely moves, unless she has a bad dream, or she sick. You can turn around as much as you like, she won’t budge. Anna usually sleeps on her side, but there are times when she lays down on her back and just falls asleep like that.

She’s a medium sleeper. Light noises won’t really wake her up. With the atmosphere of the red forest, she’d be awake at any given moment if that were the case. Though a sturdy shake or a loud noise, and she’s up and about, ready to protect you. Even if, most of the time, the noise is thunder roaring through the dark sky.

Anna is always awake before you. As soon as the sun rises, her chores are calling. She’s a provider, after all. She needs to provide for you, for her. Sometimes, when you whine for her to stay by your side, she lingers a few minutes, waking you with lazy morning kisses, but that’s all you’re going to get. Pulling her from her tasks isn’t easy.

The Huntress doesn’t have a set time for going to bed. It really depends on you and her tasks. If she’s finished early - great! More time to spend with you. Though there are times when she has to work into the night. Hunting, going to trials, chopping firewood, caring for the little garden she’s made, the tasks are endless.

Anna can’t go to sleep without you. What if something happens to you while she’s asleep? Nuh-uh, not happening. She won’t relax until you’re tucked into the sheets, safe and sound.

"Устал уже?"¹, her voice shakes you from your thoughts. Nuzzling deeper into the sheets, you turn around, smiling at the sight of a dripping wet Anna.

"Tired?", she asks again, slowly putting her axe away. You nod drowsily, stretching your arms before beckoning her over to you.

The Huntress chuckles as she saunters towards you. Her hands undo her belt and with a clang she leaves it before the end of the bed. Her skirt follows suit, followed by her pants and shirt.

Anna climbs in behind you, making the wooden frame creak with her sheer size. You turn around to greet her, shrieking as wet strands of hair hit your arms. Anna laughs and wraps her arms around you, nuzzling into your neck.

She’s missed you, you can tell.

The rain heavily drums onto the roof, creating a nice background noise. Anna sighs into your skin, grip around you tightening. slowly relaxing too, you bury your head next to her, inhaling the familiar scent of rain and smoke.

Glancing up, you realize that her eyes are open. The Huntress is looking at you, gaze hushing over your face.

"Good hunt?", you ask, basking in the attention she's giving you. You assume she's had a tired day. She did come rather late this evening.

Anna makes a vague sound while tilting her head back and forth. You snicker at that.

"Could have been better. Could have been worse.", a grin accompanies the Russian's words. She loves making you smile.

"Still enough food. Don't worry.", she adds, not wanting to scare you.

Your hand reaches up and cups her cheek, smiling at her concern, "I know, Anna. I'm not worrying.".

The woman leans into your touch, eyes lidded as she smiles at you. Her hair is cascading down her shoulders like a dark blanket, and you use your other hand to glide through it, detangling a few knots you find.

It takes a while. Anna's hair is always full of knots and little leaves and sticks. She tries to care for it, she really does, but given her lifestyle, it's a never-ending job.

When you're finished, Anna's half asleep, eyes barely open and breathing relaxed and deep. You admire her for a few seconds, gazing over the face of the woman you've grown to love before you settle down, too.

As soon as Anna feels you dragging yourself closer, her hands assist you. Before long, you're pressed against her, enveloped in the warmth she's giving off.

Her breathing, mixed with the rain and crackling fire, lulls you to sleep sooner than you expected. Before you know it, you're dozing off and looking forward to waking up in Anna's arms again.

¹ - Tired already?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

An Offer

Warnings: coercion, threats, slightly blackmail-ish, intimidation, entrapment, implied noncon

This is dark!(lumberjack/nomad) Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Steve makes you an offer you can’t refuse.

Based on this drabble request:

Nomad Steve Rogers + “You'll never find anyone better than me.” + Lumberjack AU + Smashed and broken dreams of a good career forces reader back home. With a degree in her hand but no real chance of finding a good job reader has to accept any job she finds and Steve isn’t making it easy cause he wants her so he sabotages any job opportunity to make her depended on him. This really hits home 😭. Sorry 😭.

When you sat in your college lectures, you never expected to end up there. Never expected to be carrying armfuls of wood to a large stack, splinters catching in your gloves as each piece clacked between the noise of the logs being split. You didn’t expect to be working for pennies, busting your ass for hours, just to pay for the room above the liquor store in your hometown.

You didn’t expect any of it. It was a surreal nightmare. It was as if that purgatory could never let you go. The small town’s always claimed what was theirs. Blood grown of that soil could not venture far before the roots dragged them back, a constricting coil around the throat.

Another log split, almost exploding as the two halves fell on either side of the stump. Steve took one and chopped it again, then the other. Perfect quarters for you to pile in your arms and add to the mounting stack. Your sweat soaked the flannel coat, the same kind your father wore when you were a child, the same that everyone in town seemed to have somewhere in their closets.

Steve rested the head of the axe on the stump and leaned on it as he watched you.

“Think that’ll do,” he said as you heard him scratch his beard, “supposed to be a mild winter.”

“Mild? Around here? You know that just means the snow stops at the knee, right?”

You carried the last of the wood to the pile and laid it out in the niches perfectly. It was like a Tetris game, every piece had its place. You clapped off your gloves and looked back at Steve as he shook out his jacket and pulled it back on. Even as his work left him sweaty, you didn’t know how he could stand to take it off and bear the bitter winds in only a tee.

“My knees are higher than yours,” he said, “think I’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh,” you put your hands on your hips and looked out at the trees, the sun setting behind them in an amber haze.

“Hey,” he interrupted your sightseeing, “how about you stay for dinner? I finally tried that chili recipe…”

“You? Cooking?” you shook your head, “so that’s why I’m out here lugging wood.”

“Is that yes?”

“Do you have pepto?” you joked, “sure, guess I could. Save me the trouble of opening a can at home.”

You followed him inside as he held the door for you. You shoved your gloves in your flannel pocket and hung it as you wiggled out of your boots. Usually you tidied and did the household chores as Steve worked outside. It wasn’t much of a job but there was nothing to be had in the lifeless town. Still, even with the work you found in the city, you couldn’t afford even a closet to live in.

The house was nice, big. The country land was cheap and as Steve told it, he built the entire thing himself. It was a wooden castle with better amenities than most of the antique houses in town. He bragged about how he chose every countertop and cut down every leg of every chair and sanded and polished the thick table over a willowy fall.

But you wondered how he ended up there. He wasn’t from the town and his accent was not of the nearby metropolis. He must be from far away. You could see it was an escape from the life he didn’t talk about.

You sat at the table as he clinked around in the kitchen. He came out with two red bowls and set one before you as he sat at the corner near you. He handed you a spoon with a wooden handle and you twirled it as you watched the chili steam.

“Did you make these too?” you asked.

“Ha,” he said dryly and stirred his bowl.

“Well…” you shrugged and looked around.

He smiled at you and leaned his head back until his neck cracked. He let his spoon rest and rubbed his jaw. It twitched and he looked out the big bay windows of the dining room, the ridged bark and overgrown grass staring back.

“I…” he shifted and leaned on the arm of the chair, “I slipped your pay in your jacket.”

“Oh, thanks,” you were embarrassed to talk about money. He knew how little you made even if he did pay you generously for the work you did.

“But… I did want to talk about it, er, about…” he sighed and rested his chin in his hand as he traced his lower lip in thought. He sat up and cleared his throat, “we get along, don’t we?”

“Sure,” you blew on a spoonful and tasted the chili. It was spicy but not bad.

“I know how hard it’s been, Maggie, Lester, Jeff… tough break.”

You swallowed and sat back. You frowned. “How did you…” your resume had been turned down by almost every business owner and manager in town.

“It’s a small place, like that box you’re living in.”

“Steve--”

“I’m not saying it to embarrass you but… because I… want to…” he gripped his spoon, thought about having a bite, then let it go again, “I want to make you an offer.”

“You pay me more than you should for doing your chores,” you left your spoon in the bowl and ran your nails up and down your jeans, picking at the little metal snap by the pocket.

“That’s not--” he squared his shoulders and all humour left his face. He bit down and the vein in his head surged, “you could live here. The place is more than big enough… lonely.”

“I can’t--”

“Please, just listen,” he raised his palms, “I’m lonely and you’re in a bind. We could help each other.”

You squinted and shook your head. He took a breath and leaned forward. He reached under the table and touched your knee. He slid his hand up your thigh until it met yours and you stopped him.

“What--”

“You don’t even have to keep on cleaning or any of that,” he said quietly, “just be mine. You’ll be comfortable here. All you have to do is… be here… with me.”

“Steve,” you held onto his thick fingers, “maybe you don’t mean it that way but I’m not… not a prostitute.”

“It wouldn’t be that,” his throat constricted, “it would be convenient; practical.”

“I should go,” you shoved his hand off of you and stood, “you did a good job with the chili.”

The chair scraped behind you as you stepped out from between it and the table. Steve was fast and caught your shoulder before you could evade him.

“Go where? Do what exactly?” his voice was stern and stolid, “huh? No one in town’s gonna hire you, we both know that. And you can’t make it in the city.”

“That’s mean, Steve, I want to go,” you pouted, “let me go.”

“Why can’t you see I’m helping you?”

“You have helped me but what you’re… offering is insulting, don’t you understand?”

“It’s generous is what I’d say,” he grabbed your other arm and pulled you close as he snarled down at you, “I can give you everything you need and want, all you have to do is give me…” his eyes crawled down your body, “a little sweetness.”

“Steve--”

“You’re proud, I get it, you don’t want to admit you have no choice but what happens when Fletcher needs that room for storage or he rents it out to a higher bidder? Where do you go then? Huh, you keep handing out that resume and what has that degree got you but sorrys and no thank yous?”

“Get off--” you pushed on his chest as he squeezed your arms painfully.

“Let me tell you I will be the only yes you ever get,” he growled, “I made sure of it.”

“Wha-- I--”

“I’m not driving you back to town,” he released you, “so if you really wanna go, if your pride is worth all that, you can walk and see if you beat the wolves. Or you can stay and earn that extra bill I put in your pocket.”

“Steve, what the hell?”

“Your call,” his fingers stretched around the waist of his jeans as he flexed his chest, “reception’s shit so good luck getting a ride.”

“You can’t--”

“Let me make this easy for you. Walk and see if you make it home, stay and you’re already home.”

You searched his face. You’d never seen this side of him. You blinked and spun on your heel. Fuck him. You’d drive yourself and he could tell the police you stole his truck. You ran to the front door and snatched his keys from the hook. You bent to grab your boots but his hand on the back of your neck stopped you. 

He wrenched you back and tossed you against the wall. The keys tumbled to the floor and he kicked them away, “no cheating,” he said, “you wanna go then?”

Before you could answer the high whine of a coyote cut through the air and the glass slats of the front door dimmed. You faced him and your heart beat wildly.

“Why?”

“You going?” he asked again.

“Steve--”

“Well?”

“You can’t do this,” you pleaded, “keep your money then. Just take me home.”

“No,” he marched towards you and pinned you by your neck against the wall. His hand threatened to stifle your breath as he leaned in, “go or stay?”

You batted away tears with your lashes. You turned your head as far as you could whimpered as the sky continued to darken through the marbled glass, “Steve.”

“Go or stay?” he rasped as his breath tickled your cheek.

You trembled and touched his wrist. He squeezed just a little and you gasped, “and if I get lost? If I die out there?”

His lips curved and he chuckled lightly, “you willing to take that risk?”

You watched him, looking for any crack in his veneer, looking for an ounce of the man who’d been your godsend in that desolate town. He wasn’t there. It had all been an act, a trick. He had you in his snare like any good hunter.

“What choice do I have?” you whispered.

He pressed his forehead to yours and his large nose brushed against the tip of yours, “I’m not that bad,” his other hand crept along your stomach, “you’ll see that,” he played with the ribbed cotton, “you'll never find anyone better than me.”

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[unexpectedly-haunted]

Ice Ice Baby 

An InTheLittleFrost Third Life AU ficlet. Ren’s beheading scene but his canonical nudity is acknowledged and it’s entirely a crack fic. About a thousand words :D 

Two figures stand in the dead of night, one draped in red and the other still green. The moon hangs high overhead, casting the blackstone of the altar in silver. Dark clouds threaten to block it out, snow falling thick and fast over Dogwarts, but the light shines through. A blizzard howls outside, and even within the walls the air is icy cold. Still, their voices rise above the winter wind.

“I’m going to ask you, my Hand, to slice the head off your King!”

“What?!” Martyn cries, “No, I can’t- Ren, I’m still on my green life!”

“Acting on my orders, you’d take no responsibility.”

Martyn stares at him, disbelieving.

“Please. I need to be able to fight if we want to win, to keep our home safe. We can’t play defense forever. 

I’ll lose this life eventually, and I’d like to have a choice. I want you to kill me.”

The Red Winter axe gleams, enchantments rippling across its blade. The polished wooden handle might as well be burning his palms. He can’t. He shouldn’t. It’s unthinkable! But Ren’s asking him to. And Martyn’s sworn himself to his service, pledged loyalty, and doesn’t that mean respecting his orders above all else? Even above his King’s life?

“I- fine. Ren, are you sure this is what you want?”

“It is, Hand.” He says, and he kneels.

Martyn raises the axe, but his hands are shaking. He tries to steady himself, prepare for a clean hit.

“Get it over with!”

He swings. He has to swing three times. 

Finally, Ren dies.

Blood spills onto the stones, an awful searing red. It’s dripping from his axe, it’s painted on his hands, it’s staining his clothes, it’s all he can see. The sickening wet crunch, the screaming turned to gurgling before finally, finally cutting off echoes in his ears. Martyn stares unseeing at the spot where Ren’s body despawned. From behind him, movement.

Martyn turns, and there he is. Reborn undead, jagged crown bleeding bright against grey skin. He’s only wearing his cape, the neck of fur spiked and framing him like a mockery of a halo. His bare throat is bruised by mottled scar tissue, dried blood still streaked down his chest. When he speaks, it reveals gleaming teeth turned fangs, now wickedly sharp.

“Red winter is coming, me laddie!” He cries, laughing maniacally. 

“Oh, is this what we’re doing?” Martyn interrupts, “C’mon, could’ve given me a heads up!”

Ren stops laughing, coughing from the strain on his damaged throat.

“Huh?”

“Won’t be a minute,” He says, “Be right back!”

And with that, Martyn heads out the door into the snowstorm outside. 

Ren doesn’t move to stop him, simply because he doesn’t understand what’s happening. Then the front door shuts and he startles into action. Martyn has just left! Alone and unarmoured! Out at night, during a snowstorm!! That is so dangerous, he’s got to go protect him while he does -whatever it is he’s doing! Ren rushes down from the altar and is almost at the door when he remembers. He is currently very naked. Dang it! Back at the altar, he rummages through the chests frantically looking for his his clothes. He thought the nudity would add to the vulnerability and ceremony he was trying to achieve with these trust exercises, he didn’t think Martyn would just up and leave for no reason!

He’s shivering badly, hands shaking with the cold, and so when Martyn returns, it’s to see Ren fighting for his life trying to pull up his jeans. He stops in the doorway to admire the sight of his King tripping and falling face first down the altar steps, jeans still bunched around his ankles. Ren looks up, and the panic on his face gives way to relief.

“Hand! You’re okay!”

“Sure am boss! Do you uh, need a little help there?”

“No, no, I’m fine, just give me a second.”

He struggles to his feet, and by the time Martyn’s re-secured the entrance to Dogwarts, Ren is successfully 50% dressed. However, as he straightens up and valiantly tries to forget the past few minutes, he notices something odd. 

Ren blinks, lowers his sunglasses and rubs at his eyes. Blinks again. 

“Martyn?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you blue?!”

Martyn, indeed thoroughly blue, grins at him. 

“Winter magic!” He says, “Just like you’ve done!”

He gives Ren some jazz hands for extra flair. The falling snow pauses in its descent to flutter around his fingers.

“What?! But this- actually no yes this was definitely normal winter magic, and is nothing to be worried about at all. I’ve never even heard of blood rituals-” Ren cuts himself off. “Anyway! Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t need to lose a life or anything?”

“Nope, I’m still green.” Martyn says, decidedly filing away Ren’s comments for later investigation. “All I need to do is get cold enough, and ta-da! InTheLittleFrost!”

“Ooh, nice name dude! Wait, does that mean it’s temperature related? Will you change back when we go inside?”

“Nah, it’s more seasons-based than temperature, but I can switch between the current season and Spring pretty easily.”

“So Spring was you before? Does it change much, or just-” He waves a hand vaguely, indicating Martyn’s new blue skin, hair, bandanna, entire outfit change and implied ice powers.

“Eh, it changes how I look, and the kind of stuff I can do-” Ren nods, taking this as confirmation of sick ice powers. “-and like, really minor personality stuff. Bit more inclined to act certain ways depending on the season, but I’m still the same person.”

“This is so cool!” Ren says, tail wagging. “I can’t believe we match!”

“I knew you’d like it,” Martyn smiles, looking very pleased with himself. 

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He proceeded to spend the rest of Third Life being relentlessly mocked for looking like a Smurf.

[redwinterroses]

Ohh you said your current project is Follow Me Home, right? Then I gotta ask

What if

What if... what if Ren and Martyn's roles were reversed.

(the ask meme says 3 or more lines and I am living in that or more so have three scenes instead lol)

Ren stood, dripping axe in his shaking hands, and stared down at the motionless body of his loyal hand.

The body of his friend.

"...Martyn? Come on, my dude. This--this isn't funny." He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, as if that would change something about the scene in front of him. Martyn's body lay in a crumpled green-and-blue-and-red heap at his feet, and one hand—cold and stiffening—had landed on Ren's iron-clad foot. Ren blinked at it, blinked at the pale fingers curled motionless against the grey stone.

Martyn didn't move.

This isn't... this isn't how it's supposed to go.

He should have returned by now. Should have taken in a sudden deep breath, green-and-gold orbs knitting his broken body back together. Should have leaped to his feet and laughed triumphantly at Ren, blood-smeared and scarred, but alive. A living weapon for the Red Winter king.

Something's gone wrong.

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The flames he had seen resolved themselves into a figure as he neared, the flickering blue outlining a familiar shape: a green tee that that ought to have been lime but was faded to a desaturated olive, and messy blonde hair tied back with a headband. His back was to Ren, blue flames flickering over his form like a burning slick of oil on water.

“Martyn!”

The figure didn’t turn or react in any way. Ren slowly—so dang slowly—approached, feeling soulsand filtering into his socks and tasting the ozone-and-dust in the air. He instinctively reached out to grasp Martyn's shoulder—

“You can’t let him touch you… He might corrupt his own player data. He’s literally a glitch right now.”

Ren froze with his hand midair as Grian’s words echoed in his mind. Hesitating, he curled his fingers in on themselves, and let his hand fall back to his side.

“Martyn?” he said again. He gave a small nervous chuckle. "Uh, me hand?"

Martyn didn’t move, other than to drift sideways, the toes of his sandals dragging through the loose soul soil. Ren stepped around to see him from the front.

"What the frickin--"

Martyn's eyes were burning.

Blue flames licked up from the empty sockets. Martyn's face was slack and expressionless, his cheeks hollowed and cast into deep shadow by the soulfire. His arms hung limp at his sides, and though he was upright, he looked like a puppet dangling from lifeless strings: shoulders sagging, head hanging low, toes just barely brushing the ground.

“Martyn--oh man; Martyn, my dude--ya gotta give me something here.” Ren waved a hand in front of Martyn’s face, but still got no reaction from the dead man—

He’s not dead, he corrected himself fiercely. Not yet.

________________

We’re gonna make it, he allowed himself to think. We’re actually going to—

And the ground fell out from beneath him.

“Ren!”

As if in slow motion, Ren's arms flew up, reaching for a handhold he knew he wasn't going to find, his feet slipping into the crack in the earth that he’d so casually leaped across when he first entered the nether. He plunged through the crevice, the hot winds of the lava lake reaching hungrily to drag him down to a fiery end—

Something caught his arm.

Ren's falling body jerked to a painful halt, dangling above an immense, lava-bottomed void.

His head snapped up to see Martyn, on his chest on the ground beside the hole, his hand clasped tight around Ren's wrist. His face was contorted with the strain, and to Ren's horror, Martyn flickered, like an enderman failing to teleport. The flames that wreathed his body crawled with lines of code, flashing in Martyn's eyes and glitching across his features, flickering between the familiar face Ren knew and an anonymous canvas full of green text.

“Martyn, what the heck, man?” Ren shouted, horrified. He reached up with his other hand and clawed at Martyn's grip, trying to pry his fingers away. "Ya gotta let go--it's glitchin' you out!"

It would be fine. He had two lives to spend. Lava deaths were... incredibly painful, to say the least, but a day or two of recovery and—

“Not a chance, milord” Martyn growled, and heaved him upward.

okay that was fun. Mostly just swapping out names and descriptions but just imagine...

Thanks for the ask, anon!

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Fire emblem AU

The third and final house is The Red Ravens House, where those from The Badlands Kingdom reside! (Also the route with the best exclusive boss music we get freaking dubstep in our medical fantasy game. Three house’s ost is so good oh my gosh)

The Badlands was the first to break away from the SMP, albeit in a more peaceful manner. Badland’s territory connects to the foreign nation of Errata and the two nations have had many clashes at their border. However, something odd is happening in Badlands. Mysterious red vines have started covering small villages and wiping out crops. It’s being kept secret by the king so that Badlands doesn’t appear weak. The Kingdom only has so much land however and the problem can’t be ignored forever. The Raven is chosen because of its cunning and willingness to do whatever is needed to survive. This years Red Ravens consist of the following

Bad-Bad is the prince of The Badlands and set to be its next king. Bad’s father is a decent king but his main flaw is his refusal to work with Errata due to them being enemies for a very very long time. Bad hopes that when he becomes king he can end the fighting between Badlands and Errata. He knows that their Kingdom needs help because of the new vines problem. Bad is seen by his father and royal court as too much of a softie and they hope he will toughen up at the monastery. Bad is one of the nicest people at the monastery and he is considered a bit of an oddball, such as his dislike of any swearing. Despite this, Bad is not to be underestimated. While he’d rather have a peaceful outcome to problems, he’s still willing to fight to protect his kingdom. Bad has strengths in bows, riding and flying. He has a weakness in axes. Bad has one crest

Skeppy- Skeppy is Bads retainer and best friend. However, it didn’t start out that way. Skeppy was an orphan commoner who was forced to do crime to survive. He would go from village to village and steal from the richest people there. One day, Skeppy was hired to steal a rare book from the royal families castle. While he really didn’t want to, winter was coming and he needed the money to survive. Long story short he gets caught by the king who is about to kick him out. That is, until Bad happens to spot him and asks his father if Skeppy can stick around because he looks hungry and needs a friend. Skeppy works as a servant in the castle for years and he becomes the best friend of Bad. It helps that Skeppy now has a place to stay and three whole meals everyday. Eventually, Bad asks if Skeppy is willing to train to be his retainer and Skeppy says yes. Despite Skeppy messing with Bad a lot, they’re still best friends and Skeppy does feel he owes him a lot. As a result of this, Skeppy is very loyal to Bad and doesn’t like hearing what all the adults are saying about him. He hopes that when Bad becomes king he won’t change too much. Skeppy is the biggest prankster and has a love of making puzzles. Skeppy has strengths in bows and swords. He has a weakness in heavy armor. He has no crest

Sam- Sam is a minor noble whose family is famous for scientific discoveries. It was his grandfather who invented a device that determined what crests people had. Before, people had to be put in dangerous combat for the crest to activate. Sam studies magic so that he can invent new spells to make lives better. He was raised by his grandfather and feels he has big shoes to fill. Sam is considered a dad friend among his classmates and is good friends with Puffy. He’s that guy who won’t directly give you the answers to homework but will help you with it. Collects texts that the church has deemed inappropriate. Sam has strengths in reason(lighting) and riding. He has a weakness in faith. He has one crest

Ant-Ant is a minor noble who lived in a small village close to the border. A couple of months ago, his village was one of the first to be overtaken by the vines. Many of the people of his village mysteriously disappeared after they claimed that the vine were to be worshipped. Ant is at the monastery so that he can hopefully find a cure for the vines. He worries that he has been infected and doesn’t know it yet. Ant is a more distant type and appears to have dislike for Bad. This is due to bitterness at Bad’s father for not wanting to confront the problem and being more focused on fighting Errata. He also thinks Bad is just pretending to be nice at first. Ant does eventually warm up to Bad, but he’s still the most likely to challenge him if he feels he is making a bad decision. Ant has strengths in bows,riding,and faith. He has a weakness in flying. Ant has one crest

Punz- Punz is a part of a mercenary group. His goal is to be the next leader of the group. Leaders are chosen by beating the current leader in a sparring match. Punz is at the Monastery so that he can get the best training possible. Punz is well known for being the one who trains a lot. He’s also known for being willing to do almost anything for some cash. He’s the guy you go to if you want to buy a homework assignment. While some of his classmates fear he would sell them out for the right amount of money, his true friends know that...well, if you’re a friend he won’t sell you out but otherwise ehhh. Basically, Punz was raised by his mercenary family to not trust easily. Once someone proves they are trustworthy, make sure to repay that trust tenfold. That’s the mercenary way. Punz has a strength in swords and heavy armor. Weakness in bows. He has no crest

Purpled- Purpled belongs to a family of merchants. Him and Punz actually knew each other before going to the monastery because their two families work together when traveling to protect each other. Purpled’s family is also unique in another way. Their family lived in the foreign nation of Loxbor and have only recently come to Carmine. This is because Carmine is considered to have more variety in resources. Purpled is smart and very business savvy. He’s at the monastery mostly to make new connections, hopefully with nobles. While he was a bit annoying with the nobles in his class at first, he eventually learned that the best way to get allies is to just treat them like normal people. Purpled does look up to Punz and Punz in turn teaches him some of his sword techniques. Purpled also sometimes get his family’s products in the mail and will advertise it to the students. Purpled is a nice and smart guy even if he can act a bit callously. Purpled has strengths in reason and axes. He has a weakness in faith. He has no crest

If Karl teaches The Red Ravens, the main plot is les s focused on winning the war and more focused on taking care of the the whole egg situation. Probably more lighthearted than the other routes.

There are 21 chapters in this route. In the 18th chapter there’s a decoy egg that is set. What the group thinks is that a certain spell needs to be performed by two people, one of whom has to have whatever Bad’s crest is called. So, that chapters mission is getting Bad and one other Red Raven(besides Karl but other than him whoever you send over there) to the decoy egg and doing the spell. Then, it is revealed that it is a trap! The spell actually causes Bad and the other person become overtaken by the egg.

19th chapter is when the person decided by you is saved by destroying an egg that is near them. That person vaguely remembers where Bad went and so the army goes after him.

20th chapter is rescuing Bad, which basically means you have to defeat him and the egg that is with him (which would be a pain gameplay wise probably). So, Bad is knocked out and when he wakes up he knows where the main egg is located.

The 21st chapter actually starts when the Red Ravens have broken into the main egg and have to fight whatever is inside it and ready to hatch out. Honestly, I think it would be really cool gameplay wise to have the final battle set in the egg. You can do a lot with that visually.

Also in that chapter where TWSITD send javelins of light (nukes) on Fort Mercues, it’s instead this huge seed that comes down on the fort and completely covers it in red vines in like a minute or two.

After seeing this Bad gives everyone permission to say one swear word right then and there.

There’s also a point where Bad helps Errata with the egg and they in turn send soldiers and supplies. So, yay peace!

So yeah that’s all houses done! Now, what’s next I wonder?

Holy hell. Okay. That’s great. That’s honestly great.

This is the arc I would be playing the most if it were a game and that’s solely because of the characters and everything.

Love all the little things in here too!

As for what’s next, well, assuming that it isn’t a rhetorical question, then uh...I don’t know why and it’s highly impossible but now I’m just thinking of trying to find a way where I can get everyone to be happy.

Fuck. I love all of them too much and now I’m attached to them all.

[timexistsnow]

my baby (oh my pup)

Chapter 2: i lie to myself (it's better for you)

Techno takes care of the pup. Complications arise.

Techno woke better than he had in weeks. That wasn’t to say his back was sore, he never slept curled on his side, used to passing out in a chair by his books. But, still, for once, he woke up naturally and not out of fear. Not out of necessity. The window behind him showed the sun nearly halfway up, oh, wow, he had slept for nearly ten hours. Techno stretched out, his hooves poking out of the woolen blanket.

A grumble escaped from under the blankets. Techno screeched internally, he forgot about the pup. She must be annoyed at the loss of warmth… Too bad, Techno had things to do. Poking her to make her move was a bad idea as it turned out: she bit at his fingers, or at least Techno found out once he threw the blanket away at the sharp pain in his poking hand. Once exposed, she glared at him and… didn’t let go. Ummm. Techno blinked and looked away. Sighing, he lifted his hand up until she was forced to release him.

“We’ve got things to do, sorry, kiddo,” Uh, kiddo, yeah, he definitely meant to say that. Shaking that off along with the blanket, he waited for the pup to scooch out of the bed before he followed. His cloak slithered out of the bed, falling to the floor. Letting out a squeal, the pup picked it up and fastened it around themselves, trailing like a wedding dress. Techno let her and got out a spare cloak of his own. The ladder was beginning to become a nuisance, being forced to carry her everywhere. But Techno still scooped the pup up once more and brought her back to the table.

Her snout was looking much better, but he still felt it necessary to top it off with one more potion. With this much time in between, she wouldn't get sick. He unscrewed the cork and handed it over. A hooved hand reached in- “Wait, no just drink it-” and it was too late, her chunky fingers were doused. Why? Why was she like this?

She grimaced at the taste this time- healing was supposed to be good, it’s glistering melon flavored, literally made of gold-, but her hand was licked clean and the bottle was replaced with a baked potato. She made a grabby hand at Techno, though, looking rather cross at him. Techno paused, a golden carrot halfway to his mouth. Techno rolled his eyes, “Come on, you had one yesterday!”

Grabby hands once more, Techno couldn’t resist it: he placed a carrot on the table, just out of her reach. That didn’t stop her as he had hoped, she scrambled out of her seat and onto the tabletop. Techno grabbed back the carrot, not amused.

“No,” he ground out.

Standing on the table, the pup squealed. He shook his head, it was his house, she needed to learn some manners.

The man held the potato just out of his reach. The rope snapped taut when he lunged forward desperately, wrenching his snout back. Now collapsed on the cobbled floor, Techno squealed, he was so hungry.

“You’ll get it after… I promise,” that seemed to calm her down, sliding off of the table and back into her seat. Techno was getting tired of standing. Well, it didn’t matter that much, she would be leaving… today, actually. As long as Techno got her real clothes- which meant going into the village- and didn’t dawdle.

They finished their breakfast and the pup got her carrot. Tragically, the taste of this gold didn’t seem to bother her. Fine, it was clothing time.

Getting her loaded onto Carl wasn’t as hard as Techno had imagined it to be, the pup whispered something like, “Skinny. Hoglin,” and grasped onto his mane. At the clank of Carl’s armor, she startled, one of her hands knocking against the diamond, “Bad.”

“It’s diamond?”

She nodded, “Bad.” Offering no more context, she went back to playing with Carl’s mane.

Techno wrapped one arm around her, securing her in place as he snapped Carl’s reins. He stayed under a trot, not wanting to risk the pup. Breathing in and out, in and out, Techno closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t really have a personal vendetta against villagers, they just unsettled him, that’s all. No other reason to not have done many efforts in establishing trades.

“We’ll pay you back! Just give us the loan, man. It’s like any other trade. So what if it's a piglet, they all die in the end either way, natural or not!”

No. Not now.

Unmounting and helping the pup down to the snowy ground, Techno scanned for a family nearby. Villagers were usually nice, but it helped to find the right kind of villager first. There, an adult talking to a child, both wearing new winter gear. That would mean they had some spare, old clothing.

Techno set his shoulders and approached the pair. “Um… Hellooo,” wow, this was awkward, “Would you like to trade?”

The villager took it in stride, even as their child ran off, “Oh, don’t mind him, he just wanted to play, heh heh herm,” They laughed, paling at the sight of Techno’s axe. Techno’s lip curled, his cloak was blowing in the wind and he nudged it to show his sword as well. “What would you like to trade?”

“I need clothes for a child, her size,” He gestured to the pup clinging to his leg.

The villager showed his teeth, more of a grimace than a smile. Techno swore he heard something, “Oh, heavens, he has offspring,” but was waved forward before he could contemplate it. They were led to a chapel, close to where Techno had entered the village. Inside, there was a chest, similar to the one Techno had in his attic by his bed. “This is where we store our spear clothes, I’m sure something will fit. It is tradition to donate-,” The villager looked Techno up and down, “Actually, you shouldn’t worry about it. Please, help yourself. And leave.”

The pup stepped forward and leaned into the chest, pulling out different garments. She found a hat brimmed with wool and tugged it over her ears. It fit alright, a little tight. Her ears might be a little too squished, Techno thought, he would have to make a new one or adjust that one.

Peering over the piglin, he studied each garment that the pup discarded. Two coats, one pair of trousers, a dress, and a single mitten. All of those would fit decently. The dress was the only thing suitable for the Nether as it was the thinnest, but it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to have spare. Techno nodded at his bounty, yeah, that seemed reasonable.

Right as they were about to leave, Techno spotted something. It was a little dropbox that read “Donations welcomed and expected,” oh, that was what the villager was going to tell him to do. He wasn’t required to give them anything, they should be thankful that he didn’t take the clothes right off of a child’s back. They did not deserve anything from him.

Techno stalked over to the box and wrenched it open. He stumbled back with the force, causing the pup to oink. She was looking over at him, nearly swamped by the pile of clothes she was carrying. “Gold?”

Techno sighed and looked down into the box, nope just a few emeralds and some iron nuggets. This was pitiful.

“No. I was just… looking.”

The piglin tried to peek in but wasn’t tall enough, “No. Take?”

Techno shook his head, he had more than enough at home and there wasn’t a reason to do this. Not a good one. “Let’s just go home. Get you dressed.”

Techno didn’t bother to wash the clothes, they smelled good enough. The newness of them seemed to satisfy the pup, not a single complaint about them being second hand. Then again, she loved the cloak and that wasn’t even hers.

Thankfully, the dress was close to her size. The light cyan of it didn’t exactly match the red cloak which bothered Techno a bit. He had cared about his clothes ever since he had started to wear them. And, style, duh.

Once she wiggled her way into the dress and the cloak was fastened around her shoulders- okay this was ridiculous, he needed to make the thing shorter. He… might do that. Only if he had time.

The clothes were packed into his chest of clothes and they went down the ladder into the common room. Edward the enderman vwooped from his boat by the fire, maybe he liked her outfit. That made one of them.

The pup tilted her head and jiggled the boat, making Edward gargle. Techno grabbed her hand, “Hey, leave him alone.”

“Why?” She reached back for the boat, “Bad.” He tugged her back.

“Edward did nothing, he’s a good guy.”

“Good?” she looked baffled.

“Yeah, not all hostile mobs are inherently bad.” And not all peaceful mobs are inherently good. “Edwards vibin’, let him be.”

“V- Vibin’? What?”

Techno shrugged, leaning back against the wall door. “Vibing is like relaxing. Or feeling good. Vibin’s a good thing.”

She hummed back and waved at Edward, not making eye contact, “Edward. Vibin’. Good.” Edward vwooped at her, happy purple particles seeping from his being. His block was still with him, grasped in spindly fingers.

Thinking about it, “If Ranboo is half enderman, does he do the block thing as well?” The pup blinked at him, but Edward vwooped twice, maybe he was a cousin?

“Who. Rambo?”

“Ranboo, and he’s a guy who lives far away. Looks a little like Edward.”

The pup squealed, startling Techno and the enderman, something in piglish. It was the same thing that he had been called by the piglins before they were killed by his sword. She repeated it and added, “Ranboo. Me.” Did she know him?

“What?” Techno didn’t get it. The word was always said in anger when piglins charged. But it was also only said to people and not hoglins. They had called her it when they were hunting her. “Ohhh, you mean Ranboo and you are that?” Whatever that was.

She shook her head, “Say. Not. Understand.”

Techno’s brain hurted. He took a wild guess “They call you it but they aren’t correct?”

She did a little happy dance, hopping from hoof to hoof, “Ranboo. Enderman... First! Me,” she pulled at her ears and tusks, “First.”

She was a hybrid, of course! “You’re a half piglin, half human, aren't you?” He was getting it, finally. The word must be some kind of insult or slur for humans.

“No.”

Or not.

“Most. Piglin.”

“And the piglins didn’t like the other part.” He got it. Mostly. Probably.

She didn’t offer anything else. Just toddled around the room and climbed into her chair. Food time. Techno didn’t fight her on the carrot thing. He had other priorities.

According to her, she wasn’t a normal hybrid- half and half- like Fundy or Schlatt, more like Ranboo (who she somehow knew?), who was an Enderman primarily and something second. Hybrids like Ranboo and the pup were rare, as most intelligent people were somewhat human, why: he didn’t know. When looking at the server as a whole, that held true, only Ranboo, the pup, and Techno himself being the exceptions- as far as he knew. Techno was not a hybrid.

“We’ll make it into something cool, this time won’t we? That, or we’ll kill you on accident, but ‘tis the consequence of science!”

The pup interrupted his thoughts by poking him with her carrot. “You. Word. Like. Ranboo?” Did he have a word like Ranboo? A name?

He… never told her his name. Why was he like this… “Techno… just Techno.”

She mouthed it out and gave it a shot, “T- Teh, Teh-chno. Techno?”

“That’s it!” he smiled, “What’s your word?”

She quirked her head, “No,” and munched on her carrot. Techno blanched, he never asked her name and all this time she never even had a name. What? Who raised this kid… no one. Ah. “Is. Bad?”

“That you don’t have one: bad. But not you, you’re good.” His voice garbled at the end, making him wheeze and gasp. It’d been a while since he’s spoken with the voices.

She wasn’t fazed by it, finishing her carrot. “Give,” her hands went grabby at Techno, “Word.”

Oh, no, Techno wasn’t prepared to name her. Everyone knew that curse: name it and you can’t let it go. It would be- no he could get away with this. Just name her and put her straight through the portal, simple. He couldn’t leave her nameless, though, that would be pathetic.

Decision made, he pushed himself off of the wall and waved at her to follow him outside. In his haste, he forgot her size, so when she started down the front steps one at a time, he scooped her up. She patted his face in thanks.

“We’ll give you a name on the way back to the Nether, how’s that?” He didn’t bother getting Carl, he needed the extra time.

She pushed against his chest, getting a full view of his face. Her lip curled and she squealed, “No!”

“Did you not want a name? I thought you asked for one.” Yeah, he remembered correctly, she did ask.

“No. Nether,” she insisted. Oh. Well, they’d get there either way, so:

“How about we focus on the name,” that succeeded in distracting her, the pushing ceased. Her little legs wrapped around his torso and her tusks dug into his chest. “Meridith, uh, Lucy, Willow. Maybe… Harriet or Kim?” At each suggestion, the tusks dug harder and harder into his shirt. Soon it would rip, if he didn’t hurry up. “Come on, give a guy some help.”

“Like. Techno.” Okay, that narrowed it down. Six letters? Ending in no? Starting with T… that was probably it.

“How about… Tasha? That’s a nice name, it ends with a vowel like mine, has a T, is short for a longer name…”

During his rambling, the pup had been mouthing out the word, tusks pushing less and less as she leaned back against his arms. Now in his face, she oinked, looking rather happy. “You wanna be Tasha?”

“Me. Word. Tasha!”

It was my, but still, “That’s good, little pup. Little Tasha.” Great. Now he was getting soft.

And now he had to be tough, as the portal was only a chunk away. Poor kid. This was going to be rough. “Tasha, it’s time to go home now.”

“No!”

Techno closed his eyes, “Tasha, please-”

“No! Bad. Place. Me,” she squealed out the piglish insult, “In. Nether!” Tasha smashed her spindly limbs against Techno, her eyes starting to water. “Me. Tasha. With. Techno!” She was full sobbing now.

And.

Techno was tearing up. No. No. he should be The Blade: ruthless and a killer. A piglin had no sway over him. But Tasha… He should never have named her! He was so stupid, crying over a stupid baby with a stupid name that he was stupid enough to give.

He blamed the voices. He blamed them for making him turn around. He blamed them for leaving the portal, piglin in hand. He blamed them for making him care so very much.

Techno- he couldn’t do this to the pup. Tasha would get mauled the moment he left her alone, the piglins would have no mercy. And her knowing that she could be free of the piglins, that she was once free of the piglins would make it so much worse. Techno was too far in, he couldn’t take it back, not after this.

But… still. He was a killer of orphans, Tasha didn’t exactly fit in his routine.

So as he walked them back home, to their home, he promised himself that he wouldn't be controlled over the voices. He promised himself, he promised Tasha that she was just staying a little longer, until someone else came that could care for her better.

He promised as he sat down in his library chair all tucked away in the attic. As Tasha snuggled down, her crying still not stopped. And as he shushed her and gave her a carrot to chew on: he won’t get any more attached. He can’t let himself get any more attached, not if he wants Tasha to live any better than she did in the Nether. No matter how good it was now, it could always get worse.

Techno rubbed her back, the sobs turning into soft whimpers. He slipped a book out from the shelf and opened it to a random page. It was the Art of War, something he’d read a thousand times cover to cover. Tasha didn’t turn around to read with him, but she listened and felt his voice rumble through his chest.

“You’ll be alright, Tasha,” he whispered, the pup already drifting off. Techno let his head fall back, making a clunk on the wooden chair. They’d be alright. As long as Techno kept his promise.

Simple.

[canines-and-constellations]

Ambivalence

Summary: Sirius has secretly been leaving Remus love letters for the past month, but what happens when Remus ends up thinking they’re from someone else? Chapters 1/?

“I got another one this morning.” Remus announced to the table, where his fellow Gryffindors ate breakfast. “It was stuck inside my copy of Advanced Rune Translations.” 

Sirius froze at his seat.

“That’s great, Moons.” Peter said chewing on his bacon strips. “It’s our 5th year! At least some of us have a chance at winning over a bird.” He sighed, forlorn staring at his fork. 

“I, actually, do have a chance.” James gazed lovingly at Lily Evans.

“I, actually, am not interested.” Sirius chimed in.

“I, actually, want some garlic knots. Can someone please pass them over?” Marlene asked from across the table looking unimpressed. 

Peter groaned, utterly miserable. You see, the cause of Peter Pettigrew’s internal pain was because of his terrible date the night before. The poor bird ran out of the room, literally ran. Of course it was because of Peter’s terrible allergic reaction to the shops’ feather decorations, but that’s neither here nor there. Now poor Pete and the Ravenclaw can’t even make eye contact without either one of them turning red with embarrassment. 

“You’ll be alright Wormy.” James patted Peter on the back. “You’re not completely hopeless.” He gave Sirius a look. 

“Hey, what’d the note say, Remus?” Lily waggled her eyebrows. 

Sirius tried a glance at the tawny-haired boy, but instead caught James’s knowing smirk.

“Er, something about how my eyes reminded them of ‘warm chocolate on a cold winter night’”

Sirius inwardly winced.

“Oh yeah? What else?” James challenged, trying to hide his amusement. 

Sirius felt himself redden as he remembered what he’d written on that note, “Prongs.” he warned the utter berk. 

“Go on then Remus tell us.” James urged.

“It was nothing important.” Remus stared at his plate. “Just the usual nonsense.”

Ouch.

Sirius frantically looked around for a different subject. “Pete! I overheard some of the girls from Divinations talking about how one of them is going to ask you out!” Note to self: convince one of the girls from Divinations class to ask Peter out.

The conversation steered off after that. Sirius was quiet the whole time. He just nodded and smiled along, but mostly being hyper aware of Remus’s presence.

Not being able to take anymore of it, he mumbled an excuse to leave the Great Hall. 

James’s face turned from delight to concern. 

“Where are you headed, Pads?” Remus asked before James could say anything.

“Uh...the library?” He suppressed the urge of face palming.

“Oh good I’ll come with. I needed to return something I’ve probably checked out three years ago.” Remus took a final drink at his goblet and started to get up from his seat before Sirius could protest.

Before he knew it he was following Remus from behind (a very beautiful behind, might he add) and James was giving him two thumbs up from across the room.

Prongs wouldn’t have known about his“werewolf-itis” (as he put it) if Sirius hadn’t left out his notebook open with things like “Sirius Lupin 4ever” or “Remus <3 Sirius” written all over it. Long story short: James asked about them and Sirius couldn’t think up a Straight reason as to why his best mate’s name was covered in hearts and poems, so he just told him the truth.

They talked for a while about Sirius’s interest in their best mate after that incident. Apparently it was a complete surprise to James.

“You’ve been quiet lately.” Remus’s voice broke him from his reverie, “Is everything alright?”

No, everything’s not alright! The love of his life is right there looking absolutely stunning and making his stomach do somersaults and he can’t even snog the living daylights out of him.

 “‘m fine.” he plastered on a smile.

“I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re not fine.” His voice was sincere, causing Sirius’s heart to clench painfully. “You know you can tell me anything right?” 

“I do.” Well, did.

“Okay.” Remus nodded. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” They walked in silence for a while until they got to the library. “Are you going to Hogsmeade tonight?” Remus asked.

“No, probably not. Are you?”

Remus nodded as they stopped at the Charms Section. “Honeydukes is putting out a new Cauldron Cake flavor. I wanted to get to them before they’re all sold out.”

“I’ll go with you then!” Sirius offered probably too enthusiastically. 

“Oh?” 

“I didn’t have a reason to go, but now I do.” Sirius glanced at Remus sideways and back at the bookshelves.

He’s not giving up the chance to see Remus’s eyes light up when Sirius buys him a whole basket of Cauldron Cakes. 

Remus chuckled. “I didn’t know you liked Cauldron Cakes that much.”

“Yeah.” Sirius rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I do.”

After Remus checked out 7 more books rather than return one, they went their separate ways. 

* * *

Sirius spent most of his time that Saturday evening in the bathroom getting ready for his unofficial Hogsmeade date with Remus. 

He combed his lustrous locks, bathed himself in cologne (the one that Remus said smelled good that one time) and did several teeth whitening charms. That is, before Peter pounded on the door complaining about needing to use the toilet ASAP. Sirius shuddered and opted to getting ready in the Boy’s dormitory. 

“Ugh! What is that smell?” James hollered with his fingers pinching his nose. “Are you having an Axe commercial in here?” 

“No, you dramatic knob and what the hell is an ‘Axe commercial’?'' Sirius threw a hairbrush at James’s direction and continued on looking for a pair of unwrinkled pants. 

“Me dramatic? I’m not the one that pretended to be unconscious by the lake just for a chance of Moony doing CPR on you!”  

“Touché.” 

James chuckled reminiscently. “Good thing Spencer Kacey was there.”

“You mean Spinach-Teeth Kacey?” Sirius wrinkled his nose. “I swear my mouth tasted like a whole salad after that.” 

James proceeded to watch Sirius who ran frantically around the dorm, “Wow, you really fancy him, huh?”

“Sod off.” 

“What are you even getting ready for?”

“Remus and I are going on a date.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, sort of.” 

“Sort of?”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ll be taking him to Honeydukes and buying him everything on every shelf.” He declared as he zipped up his pants and slipped on his shoes. “Then I’ll finally confess that it’s me who’s been giving him those notes.” 

“Then what?” 

Sirius hummed. “Then, I’ll take him up here and we’ll make sweet passionate love on your bed.” 

This earned Sirius a kick on the shins and James a jab on the rib back. The two animagi wrestled until Sirius let up. “Okay! okay! I won’t deflower Moony on your bed.” 

“That’s right.” James got off him. “Seriously though, Pads. I hope tonight ends well.” 

“Thanks Prongs.” 

And with that, Sirius Black marched off to find Remus.

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I’ll be posting the AO3 link tmrw :D!!

[holylulusworld]

Secrets, lies and love

Summary: When Natasha the woman you only know as Natalia, not as an Avenger asks for your help. You agree only to feel the wrath of Captain America

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Scott Lang

Warnings: angst, love-hate relationship, arguments, Steve being a douche, mentions of sexual intercourse, language, smut, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling

This fics is post CACW with nomad Steve

“Trust me, Steve, Y/N is the best. She can fix Sam’s wound. I owe her my life. One last thing before we pick her up – she doesn’t know about the Avengers and crap. Y/N spent the last years isolated in a research base in Antarctica. They needed a doctor and she agreed. Don’t tell her how Sam got injured.” Natasha says and Steve looks at her, brows furrowed.

“She doesn’t know about the Avengers?” Steve asks. “Nothing?”

“UH, nope.” Natasha shrugs, chuckling. “She won’t know about Captain America, that I’m Black Widow and the crap about the Accords. Just keep it hidden till we can bring her back home. Y/N deserves a good life.” Steve nods, not convinced at all.

“Steve, get the stick out of your ass,” Sam mutters. “Y/N is cool. Now let’s get her or I will bleed to death.” Sam pants and finally Steve nods.

“Then let’s get this girl.” Bucky chuckles starting the engine.

“Why did I agree to help you?” Scott groans rubbing his forehead. “I could’ve had a great life. My company was on it’s way to the top and now…”

“Dude, your company was a dead-birth.” Sam retorts. “Now shut up. We are in this together. Barnes, drive faster.”

“I’m on it, Wilson,” Bucky mutters, cursing under his breath.

“No swear words, Buck.” Steve orders and Natasha grins at the tall Avenger.

“We broke the law, are on the run but swear words still concern you, Cap?” The former redhead asks sliding her fingers through her now blonde hair. “I miss my red hair…”

“We all had to sacrifice things,” Steve says.

“Dude, you grew your hair and a beard. I left my company, daughter and all I knew.” Scott retorts.

Spending two years with half of the Avengers on the run is get on Scott's nerves by now.

“Take a turn to the left and park at the end of the alley. She will wait for us with her luggage.” Natasha explains.

“Luggage?” Steve asks quirking a brow.

“Yeah. I told you she was away for a while. Her apartment is empty, and she only has the things in her suitcases. She bought everything new and wanted to move in today. I called and axed her plans. Now be nice, Cap.”

----

A car passes you to park at the end of the alley. You still got a bad feeling about this. Out of the blue, Natalia called you, telling you one of her friends got her. This smells like crime. Years ago, after a bad break-up – was it even a break-up? She was there for you, encouraged you to go to the Antarctic and forget about this certain asshole – her words not yours.

Now the door of the van opens, you can see Natalia and a man with dark long hair. Something is off with his arm, it’s made of metal, a prosthesis you guess. 

Natalia waves at you, nodding and you take one of your suitcases as the dark-haired guy shakes his head, grabbing all three suitcases as if they weight nothing.

“Whoa, I guess he always ate healthily.” You chuckle hugging Natalia tightly. “How worse is it?”

“Sam is bleeding heavily. Needs more than a few stitches. We’ve got a safe place to do so.” Your friend explains and the pit in your stomach grows.

“Okay.” You reply, either way, following her into the van as your eyes meet ocean blue ones. The eyes you…then you see Sam, bleeding heavily.

“Hey, strong guy. I need the smaller suitcase. Open it for me, I need something to stop the bleeding, for now, sanitizer, hand gloves, and the prepared IV.” You order ignoring the tall blonde man staring at you, gulping.

“Steve, that’s Y/N,” Natasha says, and you nod. Steve does the same, not giving away anything.

“Nice to meet you, Steve.” You reply. “Can someone start the car? I think all of us being here is a bit…dumb.” You chuckle and Scott nods, getting into the driver’s seat.

“First question – will there be a scar?” Sam asks.

“Seriously? You’re not concerned about surviving?” You joke, still ignoring Steve’s boring looks. “Sure but…the scar?”

“Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll fix you and there will be barely a scar, okay.” You explain, cleaning the wound. “That’s a shot wound, Natalia.”

“I know, Y/N. I think we have to explain a lot to you but right now…” Natasha sighs.

“I get it. In that case, I’ll need to get the bullet out right now before he’ll get an infection. Handle me the small bag in there. In need…” Natasha nods. “I know what you need.”

----

Three hours later you finally arrive at your destiny. The day dawns as Bucky carries your luggage into the ‘compound’ before you can protest.

“We need you to check on Sam for a few days and maybe on my broken ribs,” Natasha says.

“You guys live a dangerous life.” You sigh. “I need to check Sam’s temperature and wound. He needs antibiotics. We need to go to a pharmacy.”

“No,” Steve says and you roll your eyes. 

“Listen, Steve, if you want your friend to survive, I’ll go to a pharmacy and get the stuff. I can go alone if you are concerned anyone can see you.” You retort glaring at the tall man. “Whatever you messed up it must be something worse than stealing a chocolate bar. I’m not a criminal, so no one will get suspicious. I’ll go in and get out in a blink. We meet at a safe place and one of you brings me back here.”

“Sounds like a plan, Cap…” Scott says and Natasha glares at him. “Capital city…is a nice town…” He tries.

“Let’s do this then.”

----

Two hours later you found everything you need. Waiting in line you glance at a monitor hanging over the checkout. You can see Sam flying…and Steve throwing someone into a wall.

“That’s a tragedy, hun, …huh?” An elderly woman says. “Captain America is still fighting for us, but they want to catch him like a criminal.”

“Captain America…” You gasp. “Oh…yeah. It’s is, I guess.”

“See, he made the mistake to not sign some stupid stuff…” She chuckles. “I’m old, I can say what I want. I saw him when I was a young girl, back then in World War II. He was a hero, and still is a hero.” She whispers and you glance at the monitor once again.

“I didn’t know any of this. I was out of…life, I guess… It was the time when they found him in the ice, I think.” You whisper.

“He’s a sexy man,” The elderly woman says.

“Yeah…I guess…” She smiles now, paying her things. 

----

“What took you so long?” Steve mutters and you shrug.

“I told you we shall meet me at a safe place, not in public.” You whisper. “They showed a video of you and the others in there, Captain America.” 

“I guess the cat is out of the bag, Stevie.” Bucky chuckles. “We should…” Steve can’t end the sentence as he sees four cops walking toward your position. “Stay behind me…I’ll handle this situation,” Steve says.

“Ma’am I need you to come with me. You are arrested for conspiracy with Captain America and the Winter Soldier.” One of the officers says. “Captain, Sergeant Barnes, please come with us on free terms.”

“I’m sorry, son but we are not able to follow your orders,” Steve says shoving you behind his back. “The lady is innocent. She was only asking about the way…”

“Sir, Captain we know about her connection to Black Widow. She was observed since the moment she entered American soil. Now come with us, Ms. Y/L/N.” The officer says and you start shaking.

“Into which kind of trouble did Natalia drag me into?” You ask.

“You wanted answers…now you’ve got them.” Steve mutters and you punch his back.

----

“Let me down, Rogers.” You mutter slapping his back. “I can walk!”

“You wanted to go with the cops and tell them about our hideout,” Steve growls.

“I don’t even know where it is, Captain. I got no clue why they knew about me…and why did they call Natalia, Natasha?”

“As I lied to you, Y/N. I’m sorry they were after you because of me. I thought I covered my tracks.”

“Natasha, I lost everything I tried to build up here in one night. This is…” Screaming you wiggle in Steve’s tight grip.

“Calm down or I will lock you in a cell. You’re not one of us – we can’t trust you.” Steve says.

“Steve, are you kidding me? She lost everything as she helped Sam. Now let her down and act like a normal guy for once. Y/N is deep into it now…just like Scott.” Natasha sighs and Steve drops you to the ground.

“Ouch…”

“Steve!”

“She will have to work to get food and a room.” He orders now full Captain. “We don’t need another hungry mouth.”

----

“How do you feel?” Natasha asks.

Still mad at your friend you shake your head, wiping away some tears. “I’m in this compound for two months. No sunlight, now friends…no job or hope. I lost everything as you lied to me. You should’ve been my friend but you are no better than this guy breaking my heart.” You sniffle.

“Who was he?” She asks. “You never told me anything about him.” Sitting down onto your bed she looks at you, waiting for any information.

“Honestly, I got to know I didn’t know him at all, Natal…I mean Natasha. I never knew him. I was a toy to play with…”

“Why are you chatting? You need to clean the kitchen and check on Bucky’s shoulder.” Steve barks.

For over two months Steve acts like you are the enemy as if you destroyed his life, not the other way around. He’s always nagging, yelling and glaring at you.

“Steve!” Natasha tries but you place one hand onto her shoulder. “It’s fine. Captain America barks and I follow…such a hero.” You say bitterly before your friend leaves your room.

“Get your shit together, Steve.” She whispers through gritted teeth.

“Y/N hurry up! Bucky is waiting.”

“I know…” You sigh. “Why are you treating me like this?” The question surprises Steve and he steps into your room, towering intimidating over you. His eyes search your face and he scoffs.

“You know why…you acted like you didn’t know me in the van.” He snarls.

“I acted like that? You did the same, Rogers.” You retort. 

“Do you even remember?” He asks tilting his head. “Or were there so many others?” Now he’s licking his lips, waiting for you to say something. The slap hits him by surprise.

“Many others? If I do remember?” You spat, angrily clenching your jaw. “I remember everything. I remember our dates, the kisses…your promises, Steve. I remember giving you what no other man had before.” You yell now.

Steve is looking at you, surprised about your outburst. “Y/N, we shouldn’t…not now!”

“Not now? The hell! Right now! You took what you wanted and the next morning you were gone, Rogers. I woke up in a cold bed, alone. I called you but your phone was unreachable. I drove to your apartment, but it was empty. Don’t tell me I forgot the heartbreak, the betrayal, Steve Rogers. Fucking Captain America!” You scream slapping his cheek again and this time Steve growls.

“Stop hitting me!” Steve orders and you kick his shin, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Fuck you! I left my hometown to live in goddamn Antarctica because of you! Now you have the guts to accuse me of having sex with random guys. Thanks to you I never trusted anyone ever again. I hate you. Lying son of a bitch!” You curse.

Ready to scratch his eyes out you jump onto the bed to reach his back. Steve tries to shake you off, but you tug at his hair, scratching his scalp.

“Fuck, get off me, doll.” Steve curses as Natasha and Sam run into your room, watching you fighting with Steve.

“UH-Cap? Is this your way to do foreplay?” Sam asks as Natasha is cheering for you. “This is not the way to do it…Stevie…” Bucky adds glancing over Sam’s shoulder. “Ask her for a date or cuddle her.”

“She attacked me!” Steve pants trying to get you off his back, but you are fighting him, scratching his neck, biting his ear. “Ouch, Y/N…I like it rough but no like that.”

“I know, pervert!” You mutter tugging at his shirt.

“Guys, we should…leave the room and…whatever.” Natasha says as you started biting Steve’s neck and he stopped yelling and started moaning.

“Why? It’s getting interesting.” Sam says. Natasha is glancing at Steve, grabbing your legs, squeezing the tender flesh. “Now Wilson.”

“What a pity. Best show ever.” Bucky chuckles.

----

“Get off me now, doll or you won’t like the answer,” Steve warns as you started tugging at his hair again.

“No way! Your hair is longer, and I’ll rip it out! Every single strand.” You threaten and Steve grabs your leg, dragging you off him to toss you onto the bed.

“I’ll teach you a lesson!” He warns striding toward you with an angry look on his face.

“I survived your bad behavior for two months! Asshole!” You talk back. Steve is watching you, licking his lips before his shirt gets tossed aside. “UH—why are you…fuck…” Your eyes watch Steve undressing and you unwillingly stare at his half-hard cock.

“I left that morning for a mission. I got captured my Hydra…spend six months in a cell, thinking about you. When I came back you were gone.” Steve says walking toward the bed.

“You could’ve said something…” You gasp as he unbuttons your pants, dragging the fabric down your legs, along with your plain cotton panties. He’s admiring the view before your shirt hits the floor, along with your bra.

“I wanted to, but Shield was against it…now I know it was because Hydra infiltrated Shield…I want to see what’s mine, spread…” Steve orders and you let your legs fall open.

“I would’ve waited for you…” 

Rough hands slide over your legs before he wraps them around his waist. His cock is nudging at your entrance but he’s waiting, kissing along your jawline instead. Your hands caress his broad shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he slips his tongue in.

Pulse starting to race you move one hand between your bodies, stroking him slowly. Growls leave Steve’s lips when you angle your hips to let the tip slip into you. His body is pressed firmly against yours. Hands holding each other, lips united to an all-consuming kiss as he sinks into your heat, causing you to shiver.

“You’re still so tight.” Steve groans against your soft pillows, claiming them once again before his hips start moving. He goes slow at first, testing the waters before you dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him on to go harder.

“Harder…” 

Now his hands grip the headboard. Knees dug into the mattress Steve starts pounding into you. He still holds back, his inhuman strength would hurt you so he does his best to make you scream, but only in pleasure.

Your back arches, hands fisting the sheets with every hard thrust of his dick. The noises grow louder, skin slaps against skin. His eyes meet yours as you slide your hands over his chest, crying out for more.

“I’ve missed you…” Steve growls sliding into you in a maddening pace. He’s holding back his high, trying to make you come first. You are lost in pleasure, in the feeling of Steve above you, inside of you, making you moan in desperation.

Your nails scratch over his chest, down to his abs to leave angry red lines but Steve doesn’t care, he only grips the headboard tighter, now bottoming out after every long stroke. He stills for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your pussy contracting around him, squeezing him tightly.

He’s moving faster, angling his cock, pressing another high out of you before he grips the headboard tighter, crying out your name as the wood breaks.

“Shit, you destroyed the bed…” You gasp.

“Worth it…” Steve shrugs tossing the wood aside and the door bursts open.

“Dude! Did you just…” Bucky trails off as his eyes dart between the destroyed headboard on the floor and the scene on your bed. “I’m out…”

“Did he…? Crap, Cap…Jesus…” Sam chokes, covering his eyes. “Damn, warn a man, Barnes.”

“Why should only I suffer?” Bucky retorts.

“Is Y/N, alright?” Natasha asks running toward your room only to see you pawing at Steve’s back as he tries to cover your modesty with his taller frame. “Way to go, girl! You tamed Captain Grumpy.”

“Guys, Nat…can you get the fuck out of Y/N’s room!” Steve yells.

“No swear words, Stevie. I hope you used protection, cause…ya know…wrap it…” Bucky teases as Natasha grabs his ear, and Sam’s to drag the men away.

“We didn’t wrap it…” Steve whispers.

“I’m on the pill, Captain…”

“Did you have a boyfriend?” There is jealousy plastered all over Steve’s face now and you shrug.

“Nope…” 

“Why the pill then?” His eyes meet yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thought I’ll get lucky, Steve. I mean Black Widow is calling me, so I assumed you would be there too…” You chuckle.

“You knew?” Steve gasps.

“I was in the Antarctic, not on the moon. I had to play my role to make sure no one knows Tony sent me to help you out, my hero.”

“Tony?”

“Now let’s talk about redemption…” Lower lip trapped between your teeth you glance at Steve, waiting for his reaction.

“You knew I got captured?” He asks. “Tony told me after he contacted me some days ago. He told me everything and asked for help. I thought I’ll give you the chance to make it up to me. Now…how about destroying this bed for sure…”

“I’m on it. But later we will talk about lying, doll.” Steve grunts snapping his hips against yours. “Now I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a few days…”

----

“Stop standing in front of my friend's room.” Natasha scolds hearing you moan Steve’s name.

“Shit, I haven’t had any for months, Nat. Let me get some inspiration.” Bucky mutters. “I need something for lonely nights.”

“Lonely nights, Barnes? Hm…follow me to my room…I’ll give you a helping hand…”

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[shootwinterfest]

Body Works

Shoot Secret Santa Gift by @maybesomedaysameen

Root glanced over her shoulder surreptitiously as she pretended to reorganize the incense holders. Part of her job at Bath and Body Works was keeping an eye on customers and Root had no problem keeping an eye on this one. The short girl from her Calculus II class was lurking in the candle aisle, smelling things intently. Her name was Sameen Shaw. They sat on the same side of the lecture hall but had never spoken before. She was very hot, but unfortunately, she had a boyfriend; some axe body spray wearing douchebag.

She’d had been wandering around smelling candles for almost an hour. She’d even picked up a basket on the way in, but hadn’t put anything in it. Normally, Root would have chalked it up to a college student trying to de-stress, but the girl was dressed all in black. The ski cap and heavy coat weren’t particularly suspicious; it was two weeks before Christmas after all and New York was freezing in the winter. Still, she practically screamed ‘I’m trying to be inconspicuous’ and ‘I barely know what a candle is.’

It wasn’t a particularly large Bath and Body Works, so Root was keeping her distance. This was only a part time job, so she didn’t really care if Sameen stole anything. This was just the only entertainment she’d had all day. Despite it being the week before Christmas, the store had been pretty dead. Root would have given Sameen her focus even if it had been busy.

Sameen was hot, but she was also smart and that was definitely a turn on. Root had looked at her grades online. Their school’s system had been so easy to hack into and Root had access to pretty much everything. That included Sameen’s arrest record. It was only a couple minor thefts in high school and a fight at the bar on campus. Nothing that would put Root off.

Root glanced over her shoulder again, but Sameen was gone. She looked around the area, not seeing her anywhere. Quickly moving to her last location, Root spotted her across the aisle in the soap section, beginning her smell regimen again. Apparently, she’d exhausted the candle options.

Wondering why she was going through such an intense deliberation, Root leaned against a shelf and watched as Sameen held two soaps in her hand, looking between the two. Carefully, she held one and then the other under her nose. It was almost funny how long this decision was taking her. Maybe she was buying a gift for someone special. Root wrinkled her nose at the thought of Sameen buying something for her boyfriend to smell.

Sameen started to put one of the soaps into her basket and hesitated. Shaking her head, she put it back on the shelf and dropped the other soap in. She looked over the shelf again and took the soap back out of her basket again, placing it back in its spot. Root rolled her eyes and headed towards her.

“Hello!” she greeted, trying to sound enthusiastic. She stopped an appropriate distance away. “Can I help you with something?”

Sameen tensed and looked at her, her eyes widening in surprise. She clearly recognized Root. Looking away, she crossed her arms. “No.”

“Ok,” Root said, a little caught off guard. Sameen definitely needed help. She decided to be direct. “Are you here to steal something?”

Sameen’s eyebrows shot up, insulted. “Excuse me?”

“Well, you’re wearing all black and you’ve been here for almost an hour without buying something. That’s kind of suspicious.”

“If I was stealing something, I would have left after 30 seconds.”

Root smirked. “Good point.”

Sameen took a step forward, forcing Root to back up or get hit. “I’m trying to pick out something that smells good. I’d be out of here a lot faster if you actually sold anything that smelled nice.”

Root laughed. “You would know if we sold anything that smelled good. I mean, you’ve smelled everything.”

Scowling, Shaw dropped her basket on the floor dramatically. “I’m leaving.”

She started walking toward the door and Root sighed, scooping up the basket. “I was just teasing! Take your time. I like having something nice to look at.”

“Whatever.” She glared at Root, but she took the basket back. Her eyes ran over Root’s body, lingering on the way her half-apron accentuated her waist. Meeting Root’s eyes again, she smiled dangerously. “Since you’re so eager to talk, you can give me a hand.”

“I would love to give you a hand,” Root said, putting her hands on her hips. “Where should I put it?”

“Wow,” Sameen snorted. “You’re not even subtle.”

“Oh, sorry.” Root widened her eyes, putting on her most innocent expression. She let her body tense like she was shy, the act of pretending coming easily to her. “I don’t know anything about flirting, and I’ve never even been kissed! I didn’t even notice that you checked me out!”

Sameen glared at her, but the curve of her lips gave away her amusement. “Uh huh. Can you just help me find something that smells good? I don’t have all day.”

Smiling, Root dropped the act, her body relaxing. “Sure can do. What kind of good smell are you looking for?”

“Some shit a girl would like,” Sameen replied with a shrug.

“Shouldn’t you know? You’re a girl.” Root took a step back and obviously checked her out. “A pretty hot girl.”

Another smile tugged at Sameen’s lips, and Root knew she was winning her over. Sameen could put on an annoyed act, but she hadn’t walked out of the store yet. In fact, she took a step toward Root, her basket dangling from her fingers.

“Do you flirt with all the girls that come in here?”

Root winked. “Just the cute ones.”

Chuckling, Sameen gestured with her basket. “Ok, Root. Show me some good smells.”

“You know my name?” Root asked, surprised. They’d never spoken before. Sameen did look at her a lot in class, though. She thought she was sneaky, but Root noticed. Maybe she was thinking about dumping her boyfriend and playing for the other team. “I know your name, too. Sameen.”

She winced. “Call me Shaw. No one calls me Sameen.”

Root pouted, but she led the way back to the soap aisle. “So, how did you learn my name?”

“You talk in class constantly,” Shaw answered. “The teacher says your name so much, I’d have to be an idiot not to know it by now.”

Smirking, Root twirled a strand of hair around her finger, watching the way Shaw’s eyes focused on it. “The teacher calls on me, but she doesn’t use the right name. How do you know I go by ‘Root’?”

Shaw flushed, her excuse falling through. They reached the soap aisle and she snatched a bar of the shelf. “I must have seen something on Facebook. Look, are you going to help me, or not? Isn’t that your whole job?”

“I don’t think I believe you, but I’ll let it go.” Root pushed herself off the shelf and turned to face it. “Are you interested in boys or girls?”

“Excuse me?”

Root grinned, leaning closer. “Who are you shopping for? A man or a woman?”

Her eyes narrowing, Shaw didn’t move away. She leaned in, too, her coat brushing against Root’s arm. “A woman.”

“Anyone I know?”

Shaw glared at her for a second longer before shaking her head, a teasing smile tugging at full lips. “No. She’s not in our class.”

Raising an eyebrow, Root tore her eyes away, turning to the shelf of soaps. “I’m surprised you aren’t buying something for your boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Shaw repeated, distastefully. “You mean Tomas? He’s a good time, but he’s not my boyfriend.”

Root smiled to herself, pretending to look for a soap. “So, a girlfriend then. She’s a lucky woman.”

Groaning, Shaw shifted her basket from one hand to the other. “Just ask if I’m single. I am, by the way. I’m not really the dating type.”

“Me neither,” Root murmured, tossing her hair over her shoulder and meeting Shaw’s eyes. “I don’t need a relationship to be satisfied.”

Shaw gave her a knowing look before glancing down at the bar of soap in her hand. “Glorious Morning.” She sniffed it and pretended to gag. “Yuck. Smells like my grandmother.”

Taking it from her, Root looked at the ingredients. “Hyacinth and lavender. So, we know those are bad. Hmm.” She traded the bar for another. “How about this?”

Shaw reached out a hand for it, waiting for Root to put it on her palm. She curled her fingers, brushing them against Root as she moved the bar to her nose. Her eyes met Root’s, dark and mysterious. The look made heat pool in Root’s stomach, and she had to take a breath and compose herself.

“Ew, no,” Shaw muttered. “Midnight Terrace? What the fuck kind of names are these?” She turned the bar of soap over. “Lilac and Honey. It’s too much.”

Root laughed as she tossed the bar onto the shelf. “Ok, picky. Well, what kind of stuff does this girl like?”

“Uh, I’m not sure.” Shaw put her basket on the floor. “I… haven’t talk to her before.”

Root froze as she put the pieces together. Shaw already knew her name, she was buying something for a girl she’d never talked to, and she’d been flirting with Root this whole time. Licking her lips, Root held back a grin, nodding seriously instead.

“I see.” She put the bar of soap back and wandered down the aisle to the lotions. “If I was getting a gift from someone, that implied a lot of intimate contact, I think I’d prefer lotion over soap. It’s more versatile.”

“Interesting.” Shaw casually followed after her, sticking her hands in her pockets. “You wouldn’t want to be… intimate in the shower?”

Root lifted an eyebrow playfully. “I’m more than willing to be intimate in the shower. I just like lotion, because it because it gives you an excuse to really work someone’s body.”

Shaw nodded thoughtfully, her cheeks turning a soft red. She stepped into Root’s personal space and acted like she was perusing the bottles. “I do like to work bodies. Although, I usually get complaints that I’m too rough.”

“Really?” Root breathed, her heartbeat quickening. “I think a good massage should be a little rough. If it doesn’t leave you sore, what’s the point?”

“I agree.” Shaw glanced at her again. “Which lotion does your boyfriend buy you?”

Root laughed loudly, Shaw’s question surprising it out of her. The idea of dating a boy was hilarious. She had never liked a boy in her life, and she honestly forgot about them if they weren’t around. Brushing her hair from her face, Root grinned at Shaw.

“I’m single,” she said, still chuckling, “and I only like girls. No one buys me lotion, Shaw. I buy it myself and use it with anyone I want.”

Reaching for a bottle, Shaw hesitated. She let her hand fall heavily onto the shelf and then looked up at Root. “You know I’m buying this for you, right? Like, you got that?”

“Oh, I got it.”

“Well, then, just pick something, so I can buy it and we can go use it.”

Frowning, Root gestured to the store around them. “I’m in the middle of my shift. I can’t just leave the store four days before Christmas.  I’d get fired.”

Shaw hesitated, awkwardly stepping away. “Oh. Right. I guess-“

“I’m totally fucking with you,” Root said, grinning. “Let me close up.”

She started walking away, but remembered herself and went back to where Shaw was still standing, staring after her. Grabbing Shaw’s shoulders, she shoved her into the shelves, knocking over the perfectly lined bottles of lotions. Shaw only had the chance to look surprised for a second before Root’s mouth covered her own, their bodies pressing together.

Shaw’s hands found Root’s waist instantly, pulling her even closer. Her mouth was demanding against Root, insistent and aggressive. It made Root melt in her arms, ready for even more. She wished Shaw could rip her clothes off right here and take her on the floor, but there were cameras everywhere and Root didn’t want the extra work to delete the footage.

She pulled herself away before she could change her mind. “I’ll be right back,” she panted into Shaw’s mouth. “If we go to my place, I’ve got plenty of stuff we can use.  Everything I own smells good.”

“What if I want to buy you something?” Shaw asked, her eyes half-closed and mouth half-open.

Root kissed her again, sinking her teeth into Shaw’s lower lip until she groaned. “You can buy me dinner later. We’ll need the energy.”

Shaw’s hands untied Root’s apron and threw it aside. She tugged up Root’s shirt, her hands spreading over soft skin. “What do I get out of this?”

“Hmm,” Root hummed against her lips. “I’m going to make this the best Christmas you’ve ever had. If you’re really nice, I’ll let you stay ‘til New Year’s.”

“Don’t worry,” Shaw said, digging her nails into Root’s hips. “I’m always nice.”

“Too bad.” Root pulled herself away, swiping her apron off the floor, and heading for the break room. “I prefer my women to on the naughty list.”