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NGERN ANUPART LUANGSODSAI AS ARTHIT IN FOUREVER YOU เพราะรักนำทาง (2024)

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ToA Fic Recs!!!

Tag List: @itscharliebabey

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!

I probably forgot a LOT but these are the ones I tracked down via bookmarks and frantic searches upon realizing they Were Not bookmarked rip 😔

AND ALL ORGANIZED!!!! :DDD

OneShots

Apollo & His Kids

A Heart Heavy With Memories by @summerbummin

After reclaiming his godhood, Apollo visits his children often, and on one of those visits he tells them about their mortal parents. He shows them memories of their time together. And ends up reminiscing a little more than he bargained for.

How I Met Your Mother(s and Fathers) by NebuchadnezzarII

Around the Cabin Seven table, Apollo tells each of his six children how he met their parents.

Through The Son's Eyes by @literallyjusttoa

A journey through Asclepius' relationship with his dad, from Ancient Greece to modern day.

demand nothing less (than transformation) by tissuebocks

Dad is quiet for a moment, stroking her hair. Then, with a surge of his usual flamboyant excitement: “At what time is your date?” Kayla blinks. She pulls back a little to look at Dad. He’s still a little blurry from the tears, but she feels much calmer now. “He’s picking me up at six. …Why?” Dad’s eyes—cobalt blue—sparkle. Literally. “We’re going to dress you to the nines.” (or: apollo loves his daughter. he also loves fashion. even better is when the two intersect.)

@tsarinatorment

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Naomi Solace is performing at a black tie event, and neither her son nor his boyfriend know much about formalwear. Day 2: Black Tie Event

Fatal Flaw

Every demigod had one, and every demigod had their trial where they had to face it head on and hope they had the strength to defeat it before it defeated them. Day 24: Injuries Beyond Healing

A Right To Emotions

Apollo had abandoned his son when he needed him, and the worst thing was that he’d never realised until Nico told him. Day 30: Forgiveness In A New Day

Childhood, Or A Lack Thereof

Demigods grow up too fast. Day 23: How long does youth last for?

Memories of Sunflowers

He first met his dad in a field of sunflowers. Day 2: Alone in a Sunflower Field

Shuttered Heart

Apollo loves fiercely and his losses hit all the harder for it. It's a trait his children inherit.

Daughter of Archery

If there’s one thing Kayla knows, it’s archery. Day 17: Perfection Is A Must

Apollo & Meg

Movie Night by @falconfrost

Meg and Apollo attend a midnight horror movie showing. Everyone likes clowns, right?

yesteryear by @m-arnie-xx

yesteryear (noun) — last year or the recent past, especially as nostalgically recalled; often a period in the past with a set of values or a way of life that no longer exists. Or, There is eighteen hours, thirty-five minutes, and nine seconds, between when Meg last sees Apollo, and when Artemis sends a sign to Camp Half-Blood to tell them that he has survived and defeated Python.

lesterlicious by apopcornkernel

yazz_ • 1 week ago This dude is straight up LARPing as the god Apollo or something 4.7K likes REPLY View 25 replies

Meg & Apollo's Highly Limited Roadtrip Playlist by Curioser

Fourteen hundred miles. Four radio stations. Two friends trying hard not to kill each other, or to acknowledge the fact that in less than a week, they may never see each other again. And Lizzo. So much Lizzo.

visions of beasts by UKULELEchildren

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the dark haze. A vague smudge of purple appeared. His cloak. “No.” I whispered. “You’re dead.” What would Meg have visions about?

Apollo & Olympus

Beneath the Rhododendrons by Lepidopterrain

Carefully, she slipped past the hyacinths that had popped up around the bush like a small protective wall. They'd been the only reason she'd looked down at that spot really, and noticed the flash of gold curls amongst the pinks, reds, and purples of the rhododendrons. Artemis let her fingers linger on the petals of one of the small little guardian flowers, just for a moment. She'd never been sure if her brother had noticed just how little control he actually had over hyacinths, for a flower that was supposedly 'his.' She suspected Demeter and Persephone knew, if anyone. But neither goddess had deigned to talk of such matters with Artemis. Perhaps for the best, Artemis wasn't really sure what she would've said if they had tried to bring the subject up. There's a very good chance she wouldn't tried to shoot one of them and then escape while they were distracted. Emotions weren't her forte. She was grown enough to admit it. 

@tsarinatorment

The Older Twin

Apollo could lie all he wanted, Artemis was the older one. She’d never felt that as keenly as she did now. Day 26: Missing You

Third Strike

Zeus loved Apollo, once. His favourite son, his golden child. His greatest threat. Day 19: And So The Sun Sets

Ancient Greece

A Sun's Forgiveness by @hazardous-lightdas12

“Mortals die Artemis,” Apollo whispers. “Their lives will forever wax and wane. Like the moon. The ebb and flow of Uncle Poseidon’s waves. But us. We are eternal. You must remember that.” Her brother sounds like he has said the words to himself too many times. – Apollo does not scream when the lightning bolt strikes him. -- Alt Summary: Fathers make mistakes sometimes. Hippolytus’ father has made the teensy, easily understandable and forgivable mistake of beheading his son due to unproven and untrue allegations. Artemis grieves. Apollo tries to make everything all better, and somehow ends up making everything worse. . Zeus is so good at daddying! Admetus worries about the logistics of cow-herding

Of ravens and songbirds by Cassiethewriter

The godling whimpered and fought, and Python refused to let the hiss of frustration fall out. “Quite understandable, too.” He said, coils growing tighter and making the godling cough again. “Poor fair Leto being hunted by the issued Hera, the Queen of Olympus and the only child raised by Rhea. You heard of Leto’s suffering from day one, and sought to bring justice to it. Very brave and god-like.” Python snorted again. “But I’m afraid this is where you myths start— and end. Right here, right now. Like a moth to the sun.” Or, The battle with Python.

Phoenixrising007

Party On Olympus (gone wrong)

Mother’s hand was holding onto him firmly. Probably to stop Hermes from running down the hall and around the finely carved pillars decorating the sides of the palace. Despite the fact that if he were a mortal he would not even be walking yet, he already got himself into trouble recently.

Puppies (and why they can fix anything)

"Aww look at the puppy!” He raced forward, voice an octave higher than usual. As is normal when speaking to such an adorable creature.

Apollo & His Lovers

Naomi Solace

thinking about it, had a breakthrough by @thesungod

“I’m Naomi Solace!” “Okay?” “The singer?” Fred shakes his head, a smug smile on his lips. “Never heard of you.” “As Long As The Sun Shines? It was number 1 on the billboard for like, a month!” Hating herself, she starts mouthing the melody. There’s no way this asshole doesn’t know her stupid song. Naomi Solace meets an arrogant, young producer that she really wants to kick in the balls. Unfortunately, he seems to know what he’s doing.

Solar Powered by @curseofdelos (:D Glad to see you reblogged this hehe here's a tag :3)

Apollo, god of music, was how he had introduced himself. Naomi had assumed he was joking, and he didn't correct her. She had dated musicians and poets before. They all had an ego, and those same words would not have felt out of place from either of her exes. She merely downgraded Apollo from potential boyfriend to potential fling, and didn't think twice about it. Now though…. Now her son could heal wounds with a single touch, and her world was tipping on its axis.

Daphne

Plaything of the Gods - Daphne's Story by @the-primordial-archivist

When Apollo finally decided to wear a crown, it was her leaves that topped his head. But it wasn’t just he who wore her branches. Winners had her leaves on them too. Laurels. The symbol of victory.

Hyacinthus

You make a fool of death with your beauty (and for a moment, I forgot to worry) by @ukelele-boy

Sometimes as a god you lose track of time. With all his prophetic powers, Apollo never saw it coming.

His Flowers byshotar1s

Meg notices her servant, Apollo, is quieter than usual. Oh, the flowers in his hands explain why.

Frey

I Woo The Asgardian Hipster God by ladanse

"Another time, in a Stockholm tavern, I met this god who was smoking hot, except his talking sword just would not shut up." -The Hidden Oracle, Rick Riordan

(sidenote: WE NEED MORE FREYPOLLO)

REVOLUTION

Conversations (regarding a certain half-brother) by Phoenixrising007

Walking out of the council meeting Ares did his best to make sense of what just happened. Apollo was there. Back just like Athena said he would be. She won the blasted bet. Again.

@tsarinatorment

The Sun

Apollo plays the role of an idiot well enough that often, it’s forgotten that he’s one of the most powerful gods - and one of the most wrathful. #140: Setting Heaven on Fire

Seven Days and Seven Nights

A warning, a storm, and Will’s world gets flipped upside-down. Day 11: Storming

MultiChaps

Secrets of the Sun by @sierice and beta'd by @ukelele-boy

“No, that kid is too similar to me… way too similar... Almost like he’s…” Apollo’s eyes widened. “Like he’s you from the future?” Persephone finished. Dionysus asked incredulously, “You don’t seriously think that right? There’s no way you would ever dare to look like that!” --------------------------  This is literally just a Trials of Apollo reading the books fic. Hope you enjoy!

time eats all his children by IzzyMRDB

There is something sickly in the passage of time. Time is a rot. A disease or a plague, a festering in your very being that blurs the past until it is tainted with the present. Until the present is tainted with the future. The Greeks were well aware of this sickness, for all their depictions of time, while divine, were also rotted. AKA Apollo is the god least touched by the passage of time, yet the one most affected by it. There's so much of the present that he could change. AKA Time Travel with Post-TOA Apollo

Flowers For Apollo by @soleil-in-retrograde

As far as Lester Papadopoulos was concerned, he was seventeen years old and lived at home with his elderly mother just outside of Tampa. He had a(n older? younger? twin?) sister who visited regularly and a baby sister(?) in California who called him her dummy and would help out with his mother's garden when she visited and he was teaching piano to. He also had a myriad of cousins who went to a camp up north he wrote constantly. He didn't know what he wanted to do with the life stretching in front of him. ----- The God Apollo has a bad habit of not telling people when something is wrong. It doesn't help he doesn't quite remember until it's too late. It's not his fault.

Over The Palisade by @aeithalian

This was an old dream. He’d had it many times before. Jerry, standing before the Roman Senate.  Mars, waving his hand. A lyre, appearing on Jerry’s arm.  Jerry’s prophecy: “Crowns will fall to ash.”  Jupiter, standing between the new augur and a towering statue of himself.  Apollo, standing between his father and his son.  Olympus, Apollo on his knees, trembling, electricity jumping over his arms. A stranger’s face, dark and stony. He says something, but the words are quiet.  The doors of the Palace of the Sun. Chained shut.  Or: Apollo has been missing for two and a half years, and there may or may not be an impending apocalypse.

Sunrise by IcyDreams_and_FieryWishes

At 10,000 years of age, Apollo falls to Chaos. With the last of his strength, he sends his memories through the fabric of Space-Time. At 1 day of age, Apollo refuses to let the story be the same as last time. Vi Va La Revolution. SkyFall: Season 1, Arc 1- The Rising Sun. In which Apollo lives through his early life, forming alliances and rewriting mythological history while striving to keep his siblings and family safe from threats outside and within their home. Will he succeed? Or will Fate prevail once more? One thing is for sure, Apollo remembers. And he will take his vengeance.

@tsarinatorment

THE MUST-READ Eclipse!!!!!!

According to the prophecy, Will has to go to on a quest to Tartarus. According to Apollo, that isn’t going to happen, even if it means he has to break the Ancient Laws.

The Stolen God is a ToA/MCatGoA crossover!

Python is defeated. The prophecies are restored, and Nero has fallen. Apollo has not been seen since. His trials are over; why isn’t he back on Olympus?

@flightfoot

Memories of Godly Selfishness

Chapter 1: Apollo and Meg watch Apollo's interactions with the demigods (and Grover) in Blood of Olympus and the Singer of Apollo. They don't like what they see. Chapter 2: Apollo, Meg, and Percy watch the fight with Otis and Ephialtes in Mark of Athena. Apollo gains new perspective on gods’ relationships with demigods. Chapter 3: Apollo, Meg, and Annabeth watch the final battle against Kronos and the aftermath, with a surprise guest later on. Chapter 4: Apollo and Meg watch “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood”. Apollo gives a long over-due apology. Chapter 5: Side Story - Satyr School: Apollo teaches some young satyrs. Chapter 6: Apollo, Meg, Thalia, and Will watch Thalia's and Luke's encounter with a certain son of Apollo.

A Convergence of Apollos

Percy had been hoping for a quiet afternoon celebrating Grover's birthday with him. Then Apollo arrived, and their peaceful afternoon got a lot less peaceful. It got even weirder when two kids popped out of thin air who both seemed to know him.

@falconfrost

Apollo & The Aftermath

The Roman emperors and Python have been defeated, the oracles reclaimed, and Apollo restored to godhood. He's having somewhat of a hard time adjusting to being back among the gods, which is understandable after his six-month grow-a-conscience speedrun. But something else is rotten in the state of Olympus, and before it can really feel like home, it's going to require some serious renovation.

The Tail of A Pollo

The hunt for the Teumessian Fox hasn't been going great, but thanks to a new prophecy (of sorts), it looks like Apollo may be key to aiding the Hunters of Artemis in the beast's defeat. In like, a super badass, heroic way, of course. Actually, on second thought, maybe just imagine the monster's defeat in your head. You definitely don't have to read this. I'm certain you get the gist of it already. You can simply exit this tab real quick, no biggie. Have a lovely day!

Bad Sons by @thesungod

Hades turned to the demigods that were still kneeling. “I need to speak with Will Solace,” he said to the shocked room, in the tone he could have used to say “I came to ask if one of you could lend me a pen.” “Alone,” the god added after a moment, staring right at Nico. Or, Will and Nico go on the stupidest quest ever. And it’s all Apollo’s fault.

Curioser

Fall of The Sun

Five times Apollo fainted and one time he didn't.

The Trials of Apollo: The Forgotten Acres

When their truck breaks down on the way to New York, Apollo and Meg get a few days of downtime in a refuge called the Forgotten Acres. While there, Apollo confronts a decision he's been putting off for weeks, and finds that it's one of the hardest choices he's ever had to make.

RavenWingDark

Kill The Sun

Even restored to godhood, Apollo still wants to be around his friends and mortal family, even at the risk of Zeus'...dissatisfaction. This is the four times Apollo got away with helping his demigods and the one time he didn't.

Mourning Sun changed my brain chemicals

Percy has the Chalice and all he has left to do is hand it over to Ganymede. Then he notices Ganymede might not be the only one being mistreated by Zeus. Apollo's at brunch, too.

Series

the grace of gods is a grace that comes by violence by @californiannostalgia

Were I That Burning Star, the first fic in the series, is an absolute Must Read imo

An old panic gripped me—the breathless fear of being forgotten, being lost. Would anyone remember me when I was gone? Would someone think to lay a flower down on my grave and say some fond nothings like, “Was a pretty cool guy, that Lester,” while wiping off a single dramatic tear rolling down their cheek? Oh, who was I kidding. So what if no one remembered? There wasn’t much I was proud to be remembered by anyway. After defeating Python and bringing down Nero, Phoebus Apollo reclaims his godhood. He is glorious once more. But for some reason, he can't quite make himself go back to how things were before. (A Character Study of Various Gods, including but not limited to: Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares, Athena, Hephaestus, Dionysus, and maybe Zeus)

Gods' Eye View by @flightfoot

Carefully, I picked out Apollo’s string. It glowed vibrantly, as the strings of all divine beings do. Mine most brilliantly of all, of course, though Apollo’s always seemed to be trying to outshine it. I firmly grasped hold of it, matching its own glow with my own. Slowly, I exerted my will, my power, pressing my radiance against the manifestation of Apollo’s, slowly increasing my light until it overpowered his. Yet, it resisted me, its glow strengthening, refusing to surrender. I grit my teeth. “I am Zeus, King of the Gods, and your father. Submit to me.” ----- Zeus tries to turn Apollo into a mortal. It does not go as well as he expected. That only incenses him further.

The Hidden Oracle+1 spin-offs by @garecc

Artemis falls to earth with Apollo in the hidden Oracle. Flames streamed off her body as she fell. Features sibling banter, protective Artemis, and far too many headcanons. ON AN INDEFINITE HAITUS.

rip hiatus😔

Memories of Dust and Gold by @moodyseal holds lots a variety of fics!

Companion Fics

The Healing Sun by ReadTheBooks. Companion to Eclipse

You are Asclepius. You are 9 and just want to help people. Your father is kind, and warm, and you love him dearly. Or, a look at a relationship hindered by loss but persevering through love. Asclepius and Apollo throughout the ages.

Other, But During ToA

A Single Drachma by @tsarinatorment, podfic by @stereden

Alone. Injured. Hunted. Michael doesn’t know where he is, but he knows he’s running out of time, and he’s only got one shot at calling for help. He’s got to make it count.

In Dreams by @m-arnie-xx

Zoe did not like Lord Apollo. He was too arrogant, too vain, and flirted with her and her fellow hunters incessantly. He always appeared in their camp at the most inconvenient times, offering archery tips that no one wanted and being a persistent source of annoyance to Lady Artemis near constantly. Zoe did not like Lord Apollo, but sometimes, when Zoe asked a Hunter how they knew something they couldn’t have possibly found out by themselves, and they told her about their dream, she would look up at the sun, and she would wonder… or Zoe did not get demigod dreams… until she did.

Hunger Games AUs

Bloody Eclipse by AmeliaAndreas3

The Sun Must Go On by @please-help-this-little-lesbian

The Golden Gates by SAM_42

Still The Mockingjay Won't Sing by SunnySky_11

The Copollo Masterlist - Collection of Ao3 & FF.net fics of Apollo & Commodus </3 Trainwreck beloved

And of you'd like, my fics:

The Works of Apollo - Canon Compliant Fics!

Alder's Mess of ToA AUs - AUs!

Adventures in (Grand)Parenting: Featuring Koios - My obsession with Koios spawned this!

The Crew of Dodona - Pirate AU! Random fic ideas written whenever the itch strikes!

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you're gonna go far

for @strangerthingsocweek prompt 'songs' inspired by you're gonna go far by noah kahan

rated e | 1,337 words | cw: semi-public sex | tags: getting together, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, falling in love

😉😉😉😉😉😉😉😉😉😉😉😉

Meg’s life wasn’t rough growing up. It wasn’t perfect, and she could’ve done without the dad with an alcohol problem and getting bullied for being the only out queer kid in school, but she was still loved and given everything she needed.

But she had a mom who was just trying to keep it together while her dad fell apart, and siblings who needed more attention than her. She took care of herself more often than not just to avoid being another task her mom had to complete.

So when she got a call from a record shop in Boston in response to her application, she took the chance and she left. She packed up her car, she kissed her brothers and sister on the cheek, and hugged her mom for a lot longer than she ever had before, and she left.

It was tough for a while. Living on your own in a major city with only two part-time jobs kept money tight.

But her boss at the record shop liked her and would always put her in charge of local band appearances and events, even sent her to a conference in Chicago for her to network in the industry. He believed in her even more than she believed in herself.

During that conference, she met a new producer at a local studio, a guy who wanted to focus on rock, metal, and punk bands. Without even thinking, she told him about a band local to her, Corroded Coffin, who always had the biggest crowds at the bars and small venues they played. She told him about their sound, more metal with a surprising hint of bluegrass if you listen closely. He was intrigued.

They were signed to the record label a month later and part of their contract stated she would be considered part of the band as their manager.

The recording process was long, but it gave her time to grow closer with the band, get to know more than just their music and personality on stage.

Like how Jeff was the baby, but the most mature, and the one who usually made them focus again when they got off track. And how Gareth was shy outside of the group, but in it, he was the life of the party. How Freak truly preferred being called Freak instead of his real name. How Eddie prioritized his relationship with his boyfriend, Steve, over almost everything else because that was his reason for doing everything else.

And how Robin quickly became her reason for doing everything.

Meg learned quickly that where the boys went, Steve went, and where Steve went, Robin went. It was only a matter of time before something happened.

Something was fucking in a closet at the studio while the guys were in a meeting.

“Fuck me, how are you so good at this?” Robin said as her head hit the wall behind her, hands tightening on Meg’s shoulders.

“Which part?” Meg asked just to be cocky. She knew exactly which part. Hearing Robin say it, or moan it, would be better.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Robin’s voice gave way to a much louder moan than this closet could contain. “I’m so close.”

Meg had two fingers inside her, pumping slowly enough to drive her crazy but hard enough to make her come, while her thumb rubbed circles around her clit. She was good at this, years of perfecting it on herself finally paying off when she moved to Boston and now Chicago.

“You’re close? Then come. I’m waiting,” Meg smirked. She watched as Robin’s eyes closed and her lips parted around a whimper. She’d never been with anyone as responsive as Robin was. Even just a kiss to her neck had her knees shaking.

She was perfect.

“You look so fucked out on my hand, baby. Bet you’ll love riding me later,” Meg whispered against her jaw before nipping at the skin. “Bet you take it so well. Bet my cock was made for you.”

Robin squeezed around her fingers as she let out a high-pitched moan. Meg used her free hand to cover Robin’s mouth as she moaned through her orgasm, biting her own lip to resist making a desperate noise.

She wanted to fuck Robin against the wall for hours, and then she wanted Robin to fuck her against the wall until they couldn’t stand on their legs anymore. She wanted them to get so lost in each other, everyone at the studio would leave for the night and forget they were there. She wanted to taste every single inch of Robin now, when she was leaking over her fingers and her palm.

Nothing could stop her from doing that, at least.

When Robin shifted from small whines to panting, Meg moved her hand from her mouth and licked into her mouth. Robin was barely aware of anything until Meg started to pull her other hand from between her legs.

Robin’s thighs squeezed together, trapping her there.

“Again.”

Meg’s eyes widened.

She may have completely misjudged Robin Buckley.

“Again? Now?”

“That’s what I said.”

Where was the woman who barely made it through their first conversation? The woman who blushed and looked away anytime Meg tried flirting with her? The woman who couldn’t even look at a picture of Meg in her bathing suit without stuttering through an awkward apology about not wanting to objectify her?

Meg dropped to her knees and looked up at Robin’s nearly black eyes.

“Fine, but my hand’s tired. I’m using my tongue,” she said leaning in to place a softer than necessary kiss right under her bellybutton.

“Only if I can go after,” Robin sighed out.

“Think we can make that happen, Robbie.”

******

Meg hadn’t been home in years.

She called her mom every other Tuesday, usually tried to time it so she could catch one of her siblings.

But this Tuesday, she was passing through on her way to a meeting in New York with the band and a video director for their first single.

As soon as she walked into her childhood home, she was bombarded with hugs. Her mom came around the corner as all of her siblings and a couple cousins fired question after question at her.

No one had noticed Robin standing awkwardly, silently, by the door.

Except her mom.

“Who’s this?” She asked not unkindly. “A new friend in the band?”

Everyone around Meg immediately stopped talking and turned towards Robin, who absolutely hated every second of this, but loved every bit of Meg.

She wiggled her fingers in a wave. “I’m Robin.”

“Robin’s my girlfriend,” Meg added, not wanting Robin to feel like she had to hide. They’d talked about it on the way already, but Robin was still unsure of what she could say and do in front of everyone. “She’s friends with the band, too.”

Everyone crowded around Robin, asking her a million questions. Meg smiled to herself. They had a signal for if Robin truly got overwhelmed, but she seemed okay.

“How’d you find someone so cute in Chicago?” Meg’s mom asked, nudging her shoulder.

“Technically it was Boston. Lots of cute women in Boston.”

“Ah, but this one seems more than just cute, sweetie,” she said knowingly.

“Yeah.” Meg nodded, watching as Robin accepted a friendship bracelet from her youngest cousin, Penelope. “She’s my everything.”

“Everything, huh?”

“All of my reasons, mama. She’s all of them.”

Meg’s mom had never been one for physical touch once her kids had grown out of the need for kisses when they got hurt. But now, she pulled Meg into her, kissed her cheek, and pet the back of her hair.

“Then I’m glad you brought her back to us.”

And no matter how far Meg went, no matter the distance between herself and her home, her family, she always took Robin back home to visit.

She didn’t mind coming back now that she’d made a name for herself, now that she’d found a way to live.

[icelogged]

𓏲࣪ . ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪15 questions˖ ࣪ tagged by @pinktrailerprincess thank you meg!

1. are you named after someone? ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎both oleta and p*per [my birth name] were not but ophelia…… has a #namesake because i am a nerd :3 (my birth name isn’t a dead name to me :3)

2. when was the last time you cried? ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i don’t remember. writing this post. technically i rarely cry if the criteria is tears because of my medication. i know what crying felt like from before so i use the as my definition with or without tears. ㅤㅤ‎ aside: i feel like i give crybaby energy… i’m more of a catatonic-esque numb girlie frozen in the shape that torment’s cruel hands twisted and stretched. clay burnt. an art piece as a weapon.

3. do you have kids? no. i am kids.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i keep the ironic /silly /joke /sarcasm on during sex ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ excluding irl

5. what sports have you played? ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ bit of a barbie when it came to sports. name a sport and i’ve probably done it at least once. ashamed to say i’ve never played ice hockey (only floor) <- flop canadian but i did and still ice skate :3

6. what's the first thing you notice about someone? ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i assume it’s different from person to person… though it’s probably their height (i need to be the tallest the room but that will never happen :c )

7. scary endings or happy endings? happy endings can be scary. i don’t see these as opposites. “sad or happy” endings would make more sense to me. ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i am struggling to pick from the options given as it’s very subjective. who is left happy? who is left scared? i want to say i enjoy a good story regardless of the tone of the ending but given my track record it seems i do i have a preference for story that have scary endings whether there is happiness or not.

8. do you have any special talents? ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i suppose so. no party tricks, i think.

9. where were you born? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🇨🇦 and raised.

10. what are your hobbies? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ various forms of art mostly. i am currently putting the most time into filmmaking and mixed media projects. i also enjoy consuming horror media, baking, exploring, fashion, being outside, dressing up, dolls, writing up fake studies, essays and the like…girlblogging, being annoying [this is not self deprecation], arm chair anthropology, collecting information 👁️ :3 (please inject earth sciences pdfs into my brain especially hydrology and entomology :3)and more! i used to be super interested sexology especially regarding disabled, transgender and black sexuality but it got impossible to blog about [without an army of hole hunters appearing on my doorstep like clockwork everyday]. it would be cool to get back into it… i do use sexology in my work not but it isn’t my focus because of the aforementioned problem. i am literally the chilliest little guy on planet earth i am 100% down to try anything and maybe add it to my hobby list.

11. do you have any pets? not anymore :(

12. how tall are you? not tall enough for this ride :( [about 5’9.5 or 5’10 idk]

13. favourite school subject? ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎i’m one of those annoying people who enjoys every subject. ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ i’ve said it before but i’m so bad at separating me from online me so it’s probably not surprising that i think media, religious and gender studies go hard. photography is probably near the top of the list too. english literature is like a special little treat.

14. what's your dream job? ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ something something i do not dream about labour. i get really sad that this can’t be my reality but i’d love to devote myself to my art and studies. omg time to update this post L O L i’m crying my illnesses are not compatible with the average job thus the bane of my existence. so if i could live comfortably cranking out general art daily, my writing that’s something between girlblogging and an essay monthly with films every couple years ugh could you imagine…?

15. what colour are your eyes? ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤㅤ‎i am so vain about them oops. they’re this rich warm bright chocolaty brown despite how olive toned the rest of my family and i are**

as usual i tag everyone / just say i tagged you ! i’m curious about the answers to 1, 5, 6, 10, 12, 14 !! <3 empty version under the cut !

15 questions tagged by @icelogged

1. are you named after someone?

2. when was the last time you cried?

3. do you have kids?

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

5. what sports have you played?

6. what's the first thing you notice about someone?

7. scary endings or happy endings?

8. do you have any special talents?

9. where were you born?

10. what are your hobbies?

11. do you have any pets?

12. how tall are you?

13. favourite school subject?

14. what's your dream job?

15. what colour are your eyes?

[subwaysurf45]

Helloooo!! Meg from @espinosaurusrexex here and I just gotta know what “Bucky Barnes The Feminist” is about 😃

I honestly love your writing so much. It’s so comforting in a way I cannot explain 💓 I’m so excited you’re participating in the tag game! 🥰

Hey shorty, thanks for the ask!

Bucky the Feminist is actually a little angsty as it deals with Bucky's time trying to understand the reader's past when it comes to intimacy, as well as little quirks the reader has picked up during their last realtionships.

Also, I've added a warning to nosebleeds which isn't for what you think it's about!

Here's a snipet:

In his junior year of high school he was in a co-ed gym class and thought nothing of it, he actually knew one the girls was college bound for her impressive track and field personal bests. He respected them like anyone else, he’d always find himself on their team because the five of them needed others to fill a full roster for their full-field soccer game. The other fifteen boys took turns being on the girl’s team, never once inviting them over; that is, until they saw one of the girls was actually really good, then they wanted to play with her.

On the last day of school Madea, the one who was as fast as Usain Bolt, came up to him and gave him a hug. Bucky almost lost his graduation cap as she squeezed him.

“Thank you,” she said, “you’re one of the good ones Barnes. You passed the ball, you cheered us on, you stood up for us when we asked- and only when we asked -and you just-…” she sighed and shrugged, “if you have a girlfriend in college, she’ll be really lucky to have you.”

“Thanks?” Bucky said as he held his diploma, he didn’t see the big deal. That conversation was forgotten soon as his sisters jumped on his back and stole his cap.

If you'd like to see what else I've got cooking in my WIP folder, take a look over here and ask for more info based on the titles!

[detective-luca-montoya]

Luca and Malik

Still working on formatting! I was inspired by the lovely @lumpsbumpsandwhumps Red Room asks and decided to write something based on their answer to Luca and Malik meeting! Also serves as an intro piece for my main whumpee, Luca Montoya. As always, if I need to add any tags or warnings, just let me know! Meg belongs to @fandom-trash-xl and Jacob belongs to @space-is-out-there! Malik belongs to @lumpsbumpsandwhumps.

(Not sure how to do under the cut, so forgive my formatting.)

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In retrospect, this wasn't one of Luca's better ideas.

Sure, it sounded good in theory. Sneak into the suspect's place of work, root around for any evidence or suspicious-looking packages, snap some pictures, and get the Hell outta dodge.

But in practice?

Well, Murphy's Law did have a habit of screwing her over.

She was trying to jimmy the lock of a particularly stubborn desk drawer, fiddling with the lockpick and muttering curses under her breath. Locked drawers were always a prime candidate for dossiers, or firearms, or folders with incriminating information in them- incriminating information that she needed.

The rumors of a serial kidnapper had been more than enough to spark her interest. The interest has only deepened as she looked and found evidence- scarce, but there- missing persons cases, with victims never well-known enough to really get on the cops' radar, but just often enough to show some semblance of a pattern. And it had led her here. To a funeral home.

Normally, she wouldn't be alone for something like this, but Meg was out on another case and Jake was probably high at a park somewhere. So alone it was.

Not that she minded, as less people meant less auras to keep track of. The people outside passed by like fireflies, dimming as they walked away and brightening as they neared the building, but none of them were hostile or alarmed. None of them had seen her.

Until Murphy's Law got involved.

Luca swore again as she lost the sweet spot when her hand shook. She shouldn't waste so much time on one lock. She's still got plenty of things to look at, and she's got to leave before her presence draws any attention-

"And who might you be?" A southern drawl made her jump in alarm, and too late did she sense the cooly malicious aura behind her.

Fuck you, Murphy.

She carefully rose to her feet and turned around, being careful to show her empty palms. No use getting shot now.

The man asking was older, but only by a few years, she thought. Lean, but well-muscled, with a bandanna covering half his face. His stance was relaxed, easy- not what one would expect when finding an intruder in their place of work. His aura, while dormant, subtly pulsed with... excitement wasn't the right word, maybe... alertness? Anticipation?

She thought quickly. Fight or bluff her way out of it? She glanced down. His hand was by his pocket. Not quite touching, but close enough. He was probably armed. That made the decision for her.

"I'm sorry, I came here to talk to someone about a service?" She does her best to look confused and relieved. "I tried to call earlier, but nobody answered..."

Technically not a lie- she had called on a day she knew they were closed to check if anyone was working late or overtime.

"We're closed," the man observed, and she mentally cursed herself. Think of something!

"...The door was unlocked?"

He raises a manicured eyebrow and she resists the urge to smack herself. "Anyway, you're closed, sorry to bother you, I'll just be on my way," she says as she attempts to slip past him and out the door, but a hand is on her arm and Oh Fuck No-

Instinct takes over as she whirls to shove him away from her, and as her palm meets his chest a burst of blue energy explodes on contact, sending him crashing into a nearby file cabinet. She catches a glimpse of his surprised expression before she regains her senses and bolts for the door-

She twists the doorknob.

It's locked.

Shit.

The deafening footsteps behind her warn of an incoming attack, and she turns just in time to see the man’s fist hurtling towards her face. She lifts her arm to block it. His fist strikes first her arm, then her head. The world explodes into a cascade of bright lights; her arm goes numb and then her skull is pounding. Even with her healing factor, she'd be feeling that for weeks.

She chokes as he grabs her by her jacket collar and slams her bodily against the wall. Her feet strain to touch the ground as she grips his arm with both hands to relieve the pressure on her windpipe.

"You're an interesting one, aren't you?" His tone is intrigued, but his aura is dripping with a twisted kind of excitement she's only felt from a few other people in her line of work...

And all of them were killers.

Aura flows through her veins, stifled by the lack of oxygen. His southern accent is lilting, almost amused. "I'd be honored to get to know you better."

She spits at him. He looks surprised, then amazed, then delighted. Never a good combination.

He releases his grip on her throat slightly, enough for her to gasp for air, before he chuckles and throws her over his shoulder. She kicks and thrashes, landing a few good hits, but this guy is no pushover as he carries her to another room in the back and opens a door.

Craning her neck, she sees stairs descending into pure black. She doesn't have much time to think about it, as she's tossed head over heels down the stairs. She lands hard on the cement floor and tastes blood in her mouth, eyes wild as she scrambles to her feet and back up the stairs, determined to rip her attacker apart-

Malik slams the door in her face.

She pounds against the other side, screaming curses and punching the door until her knuckles bleed, but it's no use. She hears him laugh from the opposite side.

"I'll be with you in a moment, darlin'. Just have to get my equipment set up..."

She doesn't want to know what he's planning to do with it.

[imagineteamfreewill]

Here’s to Witches

Title: Here’s to Witches

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 1,331

Warnings: None

Summary: Sam and the reader are each gifted something after saving a group of housewives on a hunt, and Sam’s gift is exponentially more... enthusiastic than the reader’s.

A/N: This is completely unedited, so please excuse any mistakes. If you see any glaring ones, please feel free to (politely) send me an ask or a message so I can go in and fix it. The gifs that inspired this fic can be found at the end because I thought they were too cute to not include. Also, feedback makes the world go round and makes my blog a lot more enjoyable for everyone! Please reblog this fic with your thoughts or send me an ask or a message to tell me what you think. Enjoy!

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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this happy,” you said as you leaned against the dresser. The knobs dug into the small of your back and your shoulders but you ignored them as Sam looked up at you with a wide smile.

“I just can’t believe this is real,” he replied.

Bones jumped up on his hind legs, pushing himself slightly off the floor as he tried to regain Sam’s full attention. He succeeded and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way Sam raised the pitch of his voice to talk to his new—or rather, old—furry friend.

“You know, when the witch said she’d brought back someone dear to your heart, I figured we’d come back to the motel to find Bobby or something.”

Sam glanced up at you again, his smile undimmed. “I didn’t think it would be Bones either, but honestly…”

Smiling, you moved away from the dresser to see if your phone had regained some battery. It had died on the way back from the abandoned winery where the coven had been holding its meetings. Thankfully, you hadn’t needed it to call for help. The coven was more domestic than anything you’d ever encountered on a hunt; the witches mostly used their magic to bring dead houseplants back to life, get the smell out of laundry they’d forgotten in the washer, and thaw meat that they’d taken out of the freezer an hour or two too late. You’d been in the midst of trying to figure out how to ask them to stick with what they knew when the real troublemakers had shown up, figurative guns blazing, in an attempt to harm the housewives who were in almost too deep. 

You and Sam had eradicated the bad witches with relative ease and the handful of women had been so grateful to you that they’d put their collective energies together to give you each a gift. They’d given you something you’d thought long gone—a box of photos from your childhood—and they’d promised Sam something “dear to his heart”. 

After unlocking your phone, you quietly placed an order for a few pizzas, knowing that Sam was probably starving after the busy day you’d had. You were about to press the submit button when something bumped against your leg.

“I think he likes you,” Sam said, and you looked down to find Bones sitting at your feet. He was giving you a heart-warming doggy smile and his tail was going a mile a minute. It was almost comical how hard he was trying to sit despite the fact that his butt was wiggling right along with his tail.

You chuckled and crouched down to run your hand over Bones’ back. “Hey buddy! Are you hungry too? Is that why you came over here?” you cooed. Your voice jumped up an octave, just like Sam’s had, but Bones responded quickly and was up in your face as he tried to get as much of your attention and touch as possible.

Sam laughed too, standing up and stretching his arms above his head while he watched. He was clearly enjoying having Bones around and in the back of your mind, you sent up a silent prayer that this wasn’t a temporary thing. If Bones was ripped away from him, it would be a heartbreaking loss. Sam had already suffered so much and you wanted to ensure as much as you could that when he wasn’t on a hunt, he was happy and comfortable.

“You want some pepperoni, Bones? Huh?”

The dog yipped in response and you grinned, then stood. You quickly placed the order on your phone while Bones tried to get more attention from Sam. 

“Pizza should be here in about an hour,” you said, and Sam nodded. “So what do we do now? Think Dean’ll be okay with Bones being at the bunker? And in the Impala, for that matter?”

Sam shrugged. Bones was standing on the bed now so that Sam could pet him without having to sit down or bend over.

“Okay, well maybe we should pick up supplies before we get back,” you suggested. “That way, Dean can’t say it would be easy to get rid of him. And we should probably make an appointment with the vet in town, too…”

You pulled out your phone again, but as you were starting to research the veterinarian offices in Lebanon, you felt Sam’s eyes on you. Slowly, you glanced up from your phone and met his gaze.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Sam answered, shaking his head with a smile. “I’m just happy.”

“Okay… Weirdo.” You went back to the website. After another minute or two, you still felt Sam’s eyes on you and you sighed, dropping your hand down to your side so you could fully look at him. “What? Why are you staring at me, Sam?” The question came out with a laugh and Sam’s smile widened.

“I don’t know. I’m just… happy. I’m happy that you’re okay with this,” he said.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You love him and I think having a dog would be great.”

"Well I knew you liked dogs, but the last time we talked about getting one, you said that you didn’t think it would be a great idea. What changed?”

Shrugging, you tucked your phone in your pocket and went over to them, making sure to start petting Bones immediately so you wouldn’t get licked in the face again. You pointedly avoided making eye contact with Sam, instead focusing on the retriever who was practically vibrating with happiness at all the attention he was getting from the two of you.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” you answered. “I guess it’s because I don’t want you to have to give him up, you know? I like to see you happy, and Bones makes you happy. He makes me happy, too,” you added, knowing that Sam would call you out on it if you didn’t.

Sam hummed in response, and the two of you continued to pet Bones in silence, only occasionally laughing or talking to the dog when it felt right. 

An hour later, you were setting up the pizza while Sam took Bones outside for a break. The dog had come with his own collar—thank you, witches!—but he’d had to find a rope in the trunk of the Impala to use as a leash.

“It smells good!” Sam said as he opened the door and stepped inside. You glanced over at him with a smile, then laughed when you saw Bones pulling at the makeshift leash to get nearer to the table. When Sam dropped it, he made a beeline for the pizzas and you had to quickly shove him back down onto all four legs so that your dinner didn’t come with a side of dog hair.

“Whoa, buddy! Easy, calm down! You’ll get your dinner soon enough!”

Sam was grinning from ear to ear and you grinned back, feeling the contagious joy bubble up inside of you.

“Pepperoni?” he asked, and you nodded, grabbing the little container full of slices they’d included and holding it out for him. Bones tracked the movement intently and you laughed again as Sam grabbed it and pulled off the lid.

Instantly, Bones was sitting down, his tail wagging as he stared up at Sam.

“Well, at least he knows to sit,” you laughed. Sam laughed too, and soon the three of you were chowing down on your respective dinners.

We’re like a little family, you thought as you settled down beside Sam against the headboard. You’d both torn the top of the pizza boxes off so that the box was easier to hold in your lap, and he’d turned on a mindless movie while you’d made sure Bones had water. 

“Here’s to happy endings,” Sam said, holding out his beer.

You clinked yours against it with a smile, then a quiet chuckle. “And here’s to witches, which is something I’d never thought I’d say!”

(Gifs are by @frodo-sam​ can be found here. I couldn’t find them in the tumblr gif search or I would have included them that way, sorry!)

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[halzore]

After Practice.

Part 2 of Bad Batch AU

Characters: Omega (12), Hunter (28), Echo (23), Tech (21), Wrecker (19)

Is it Hot Cocoa in the rest of the world, probably. Is it Hot Chocolate here where I live. Most definitely. And RIP, its soccer not football, sorry the majority of the world. the only real footy is AFL.

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“Hey Hunter.” Omega climbed into the rusted Toyota.

“Hey Megs, how was practice?” Omega’s shoes were caked in dirt, chopped up turf decorating her shin pads.

“Very wet.” Omega wrapped her team jacket around her tighter and flipped the car A/C vents towards her. “Nah, We had a good practice, I think we will smash on the weekend.”

Hunter smirked a little bit as he put the car into drive and reversed out of the car park amidst the shiny SUVs full of mums and children. The radio sang the repetitive drone of pop songs as the street lights oscillated their usual orange glow. Omega rested her head against the window.

“You know what Hunter.” She asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“What, little Megs?” He could hear the mischief in her voice and was guessing what would come next. He was pretty sure he knew.

“Well,” She started, feigning nonchalance. “I think, seeing I am cold and wet and all, that I might actually need a hot chocolate.”

Hunter chuckled, he could barely control her current hot chocolate addiction. “Well lucky I bought a new tub of Hot Chocolate from the shops today.” He glanced at Omega, a twinkle in his eye. She looked less than impressed.

“Hunter!” She moped. “I don’t want a home hot chocolate. You know that!”

“Of course I do.” Hunter chuckled again. “I wasn’t born yesterday you know, plus you tried to pull this on me last week.” Omega groaned again. Hunter smiled.

“Home hot chocolate or nothing my friend.” A trick Hunter had learn soon after looking after Omega, she was very convincing, but there was always food at home. And she was always smiling in the end, and that’s all that mattered to Hunter.

The car pulled into the concrete carport, and Omega had the door open before the car had stopped moving.

“Omega! How many times…” Hunter began to yell. But she was already inside, Hunter hearing the slam of the metal door. “One day,” he muttered to himself, as he put the car in park and got out himself.

He walked through the front door, to see the hullabaloo ensuing in the kitchen. Wrecker in the fridge, looking guilty, hand stuffed in a packet of honeycomb. Tech ‘explaining’ in his very Tech way, the best hot water/milk to chocolate power ratios to make the best hot chocolate. Omega was pretending to look interested, but really she was just exploiting Tech’s know-how so she wouldn’t have to make her own drink. Echo was sitting at the bench, throwing inflammatory comments towards Tech, so he would get distracted and have to back track, Omega shooting him daggers because her drink was being delayed because of Echo’s mischief.

Hunter took a breath. The house was a mess. His brothers were a pain. And little Megs had then all wrapped around her little finger. But he was home, and was warm and was ready to sit down and have a nice warm cup of hot chocolate.

“Right, you two.” He glared at Echo and Tech. “Hot chocolates now or I’ll forget to pay the electricity bill.” That got Echo up from the bench and caused Tech to shut up and get back to the task at hand.

Omega left the kitchen, snuggling in next to hunter on the arm chair he was sitting on. Hunter put an arm around her.

“You’ve still got dirt all over you, you know.” Hunter remarked.

“I know,” Omega said. “But I love giving you hugs.”

She had the biggest pout on her face, and all hunter could do was roll his eyes while Omega nestled in further, awaiting the arrival of her highly anticipated hot chocolate.

[letsunity]

Not Afraid - Chapter 4

Summery -  

The Bad Batch go to Tatooine to resupply and avoid the Empire. As per the usual, Omega gets separated from the group. Fortunately for her, Krayt's Claw just so happens to be nearby. Bossk and Embo guide her to Boba Fett, who takes interest in why the Kaminoans want her. It's a reluctant partnership, with the Bad Batch having to rely on Krayt's Claw to navigate non-military life.

With some wandering around, Bossk managed to get them a job.

It wasn't anything big, but the pay was good enough - They could get rations, fuel, the essentials.

According to the client, someone is stealing from local farmers. All they have to do is catch them, get their reward and move on. With Hunter's tracking, it shouldn't be a difficult task to complete. They were only dealing with a thief, so Omega would be fine to tag along, which she was happy about.

Seeing how excited she was to join was sweet.

"Don't expect anything, laddies and lady. It goes to plan if you don't have one!" Bossk hissed, cocking his blaster with a grin.

"That doesn't make any sense," Echo countered, pulling a face at the reptile.

"Because you're thinking like a soldier," Bossk smirked, flicking Echo's head. "Plans seldom work. All you need is explosives, knowing what you're doing and instinct. Trust yourself, your abilities, and retreat to bring back more explosives."

"Sounds great!" Wrecker agreed, itching to blow something up. "You guys can get the col illegal stuff, right? We can make things go boom?" The reptile snorted, equally happy about explosions.

With them so happy, Hunter was curious about something. Why didn't they rent speeders to this location; why walk?

The only reason would be that Boba wanted them to see something.

"You wanna see something cool?" Boba asked Omega, having a confident smirk on his face.

He whistled loudly, changing the tune with a harsh rhythm like he was imitating a call. Bossk already knew, rolling his reptilian eyes at his nephew. He knew that it was to give the squirt something special, but still, he was showing off.

Omega waited, uncertain of why he made that noise. While waiting, she saw a wolf-like creature climb atop a hill. Several others appeared, though far darker than the main one. The white one slowly stalked towards them, sniffing warily.

Boba knelt, lightly guiding her hand out and upwards. There was tingling at her fingertips like there was an electrical charge coursing through her. The titanic canid stepped to her, their wet black nose brushing against her palm. In that brief touch, there was the spark of connection.

She could feel it, and it could feel her. It lowered its head into her hand, making eye contact through the helmet.

The wolf grunted towards Wrecker, Echo and Hunter, shaking their head. It grumbled, making several sounds towards them as the other wolves began to run away. With a stamp of its reptile-like paw, it barked and ran off, leaving them confused.

"The centre returned makes seven; burnt comes and makes it six. Anguished are the five, particularly the four. Soon to be three, suddenly two. One shines through, seven again," Bossk translated, thinking over the cryptic warning.

"That's incredibly ominous," Hunter stated, unsure of what to make of that.

"You always get stuff like that from them. It's part of their cryptic 'future sight' or whatever they call it," Boba shrugged, not overly bothered. "Other than the ominous warnings, they're cool to meet. Get them some Wookie meat, and they love you; they're obsessed with it."

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This new Empire seemed interesting. It didn't affect the Bounty Hunter's Guild, but it could prove profitable.

"Cad Bane. Am I right?" asked some stiff-upper-lip rookie.

Bane didn't care about them, not bothering to remember their name. Admiral Ram-whatever, it wasn't important.

"I prefer meeting on planets without incontinent clouds, Admiral. I don't like rain," Bane hissed, his distorted voice shivering the blank human. Humans had a habit of looking similar to one another. "My price is doubled for that alone."

"I understand, Mister Bane. I can assure you that you'll be incredibly well paid for," said Admiral Rampart, sitting across from the Duros. "There is a bounty on a child named Omega."

"Don't bother. That little brat Boba's probably already involved. At least with his father, you could make a deal, but the boy is annoyingly stubborn."

The kid wasn't popular because of that and was a pain in Bane's ass. His commitment to his rules was somewhat admirable, but it wasn't practical. Even with his little club, the jobs he'll get won't do him much good. He's not going to amount to much in the future.

"You misunderstand, Mister Bane. The Kaminoans want to capture her, and I suspect it's to encourage Tarkin to keep the cloning program. I want you to stop it."

"As I said, it's not worth the time. It doesn't matter where I go; the brat will follow. I'd lead him straight to you, meaning I lose credits."

"I don't want you to capture her, Mister Bane. I want you to kill her."

"Now, that's far simpler. That's triple my pay, but if you'd like, I'll bring you the skin like a rug."

"No, I only need her eliminated. The cloning program must end. To assist you, I'll have my best team to work alongside you. CT-9904 will follow your orders without question, and the other three will follow his example. If this 'Boba' gets in the way, kill him."

"Bounty hunter's aren't allowed to kill each other. I can certainly maim him, though. Give me some credits upfront, some immunity, and I'll bring you her head on a platter."

This was going to be easy.

With the weird female clone out of the picture, project War Mantle will be ahead of schedule. The Empire can grow and prosper without the expensive republican remnants. Unfortunately for this Bane fellow, he couldn't be in the picture afterwards. When the girl was dead, 9904 will kill the hunter as well.

Nobody will know that she existed or mattered. Even with this 'Boba' character, he doubted that things would go wrong. It's only a matter of time.

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Meeting the wolves were amazing; the white one was soft and warm.

Omega liked the feeling of the grass against her hands, picking a few to inspect them.

While fascinated by the blades of green, she failed to see a nearby Loth-cat. It hissed and lunged at her, its fur raised and bristled.

Instinctively, Hunter aimed his blaster at the animal. It growled, the creature deceptively savage. Boba got on one knee and took some dried meat from his pocket, encouraging the animal to approach.

It hesitantly stepped forward, its pupils widening. It licked his hand then took the meat, backing away from whence it came. It climbed down a hole, poking its head back up again some moments later. Three minuscule heads popped up, chirping at the newcomers. It's only a mother protecting her kits.

Wrecker got down, wanting to have a go as well. Boba handed him some meat, motioning for it to come again. This time, one of the kits investigated, sniffing the food. The mother joined, then the other two kittens.

The family of feral animals chewed the meat, unusually passive and docile.

Omega lightly stroked one of the kittens, amazed by the feeling of their fur. Wrecker grinned, his gloved hand licked by the other two kits.

"Can we keep 'em?" Wrecker begged, looking at Hunter with puppy eyes.

"This is their home," Hunter answered, letting him down easy. "This is where they want to be, so this is where they'll stay."

First, it was reading their emotions, and now communicating with animals. It stank of force-sensitivity, even though he doubted it.

They skipped back into their hole, chirping at them as they passed. Omega waved goodbye, excited to see even more animals.

"How do you do that?" She asked, eager to learn it herself.

"Instinct. Mandalorians are raised from birth to trust themselves, to trust what their gut tells them. It told me that she was only protecting her babies, nothing malicious. You'll learn someday."

"I want to meet all kinds of creatures!"

"There's no limit to what you'll see in this galaxy, Megs," Bossk assured, ruffling the helmet she wore. "So long as Dad Batch are right next to ya."

"We're not the Dad Batch," Echo corrected, although he didn't sound so certain.

"Dad Batch or Bro Batch, either's good with me!" Wrecker smiled, slapping Bossk's shoulder. "We need a fight!" The Trandoshan snarled in agreement, eager to bruise the clone.

They were only a few minutes away from the farm, and in three hours, dusk would begin to set. The more Hunter hung with these odd pair, the more they grew on him. They were capable of skinning folk alive but having that protecting Omega was alright.

Boba was showing Omega a lot of things, even giving her his helmet. He was only three or four years older than her; he had a lot to teach. He was good with kids, too, something Hunter was still learning.

Then there was Bossk's nickname, Dad Batch. Hunter was mimicking what Cut did, so was he being a father to Omega? He never thought of being a parent before, but the past two weeks were unexpected. Maybe he could be a dad to her, be someone to look after her as she deserved.

Not only would Hunter learn a lot about being a mercenary, but interacting with children, too.

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Saw looked over the bodies, the stench of burnt flesh searing his nostrils. His face scrunched in rage, practically seizing with pure rage.

"I'm sorry, sir, but none survived," Lorc sighed, shaking his head. "They were all wiped out. Not just that, but the dead trooper's wounds are the same as our departed. Friendly fire, presumably."

"Which damned clone was it?"

"That's the issue. It wasn't a clone; it was a random guy in clone armour," Edrio continued, confusing the man. "We've estimated five to have been shot by precise skills matching a clone. The rest were random people. The damage indicates a distance, probably a sniper."

"I know who did it," Saw spat, looking away from the burned bodies. "And we're going to make him pay for it. I want the Bad Batch; I want the one that killed these people as though they were swine. We'll make him suffer for this."

"He and the empire, sir," Mari agreed, charging her rifle.

Saw would destroy this empire, even if it killed him.

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The farmer was both overjoyed and miserable.

The thief stole food and much of his equipment, most of which she can't replace due to financial struggles. Bossk terrified his Tooka cat, and Wrecker kept bumping his head on the ceiling. Being the second smallest, Boba wasn't concerned with the Toydarian's accommodations.

"Every night, the loth-rat takes more and more. I've set up traps, boobytraps, I even bought a droid, but they stole all of it!" She cried, hovering in distress. "I need them gone. I don't care what you do with them, so long as they leave us be."

"How're you going to pay?" Bossk asked, getting an elbow to the side from Echo. "If you want to afford rations, this is how."

"The local farmers have pitched in. The most we can do is fifteen thousand credits," she sighed, slowly drifting onto a chair. "Our crops haven't done well this year. That war has stripped the galaxy of life; even the planets are too exhausted from it."

"We'll take half," Boba decided, much to Bossk's annoyance. "Lothal's yaim par pirates bal smugglers. Vi ne'waadas eyn sur'haai olar," he added in a strange language, getting a grunt in response.

From the sounds of it, that was Mando'a, the tongue of Mandalorians. Hunter wasn't the best at languages; Tech was more specialised for that.

"By the light of Lothal's moons, you're a blessing to this valley," she whimpered, wiping her eyes. "We wish you luck on this bounty, Fetts."

Plural?

"I'm his uncle," Bossk explained to the confused four, patting Boba's shoulder and glancing at the Toydarian. "We'll make sure that they won't come again."

And so, the quest is on. Find the thief, get paid and get the hell off of Lothal. Omega was happy to be tagging along, asking about boobytraps and the sort. Wrecker picked her up, concerned that she was getting tired from the walking.

Echo would rather have stayed with Highslinger, but walking alone at night wasn't a good idea. Bossk took notice of his hesitancy, snorting for the clone's attention.

"I'm assuming it's all Techno Union?" Echo nodded at the question, the lack of feeling in his 'legs' creeping through his spine. What was left of 'his' spine. "We know a gal who can help with that. She fixes Dengar and Highslinger up after jobs. A friend of Omega's is a friend of ours."

"I'll have to take you up on that. I'd be happier to leave this all back on Skako Minor."

"We can blow it up if that'll ease the anguish."

"Did I hear blow up?" Wrecker interrupted, practically shaking from excitement. "What's going boom?"

"Nothing for now," Echo sighed, shaking his head. "You're going to drop Omega."

"I'm fine!" She assured, gripping onto Wrecker's armour. "Your eyes are pretty."

"Thank you," Bossk said, making a mixture of a chirp and purr in response. "You're a lovely young lady yourself. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, Lil Mega."

Ever since meeting Hunter, things just got better for Omega. She had Clone Force 99 and now Krayt's Claw, an odd but loving family of misfits. They made her feel special, more than just a mere assistant or failed experiment. Bossk talked to her like she was an equal, as did the others.

Being around them only added to the coldness of Kamino. They didn't show nearly the compassion Bossk did, and he'd only known her two days or so. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech were more family than the Kaminoans ever were, and she wanted it to stay that way.

Even though Crosshair was under the chip, she wanted to get to know him. The lads missed him, and she wanted to know who he really was. Not what the chip made him into or was making him do.

With Boba and his gang, it should be a whole lot easier to help him.

Far away, sitting atop a pile of stones, Fennec lowered her rifle.

[olivieblake]

KSIGJICNRJCNEHCBD HELLO HELLO WELCOME TO THE HELL THAT IS KNOWING ZUTARA IS EVERYTHING AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN WRITTEN AS SUCH !!!! wow i love that you are as angry as i was (and am every rewatch? yikes) this is amazing i knew you're my favorite but yeah wow man this really. confirms it whew high five

yeah it’s pretty wild how I knew this was what happened and was already bracing for it and yet STILL got completely misled by the narrative??? MEN I tell you MEN. I’m also going to use this ask as a method to reply to some of the other commentary if you don’t mind since this seems like a good place for communal frustration (here is my original post for anyone scrolling around lost)

@meg-hemmings: I agree with all of ur thoughts and I would TOTALLY read anything you wrote for Zutara … your writing is among my absolute favorite ever and I think you would write the Zutara dynamic so beautifully!

@one-man-propaganda-machine: I am - begging - you to write it yourself.

I... am not going to make promises, but I may have to. I want something very specific and that never bodes well for me. I doubt it would be more than a one-shot, but there are multiple scenes that could have occurred between episodes that would flesh out what was there (and of course I’d cut the final 15 seconds of the show, much like another epilogue I loathe and ignore)

@deifiliaa: omg atla discourse in 2021; olivie, i’d love to see what your character tier list looks like now that you’ve finished the series 👀

I’m going to put azula at the top. not because she’s a good person obviously but she’s FULL. OF. HITS. every time she’s on the screen the narrative gets immediately more interesting. she’s savvy and self-assured and I love it. her ending depressed me although I like that it was kind of about the loss of her two best friends? if that had been more of a focus I think I would have enjoyed it more but yeah, losing mai and ty lee could have been rightfully devastating. who among us is not totally obliterated by friend breakups. I also really loved uncle iroh; if anything that’s why I wasn’t invested in zuko’s storyline until close to the end, because watching him disappoint his uncle was very difficult (I get it, he’s a teenager, he’s growing and evolving and whatnot, but also I am closer to being his uncle than to being him so like, yeah). I also hope the peter pan revenge guy (JET that’s his name, sorry pregnancy kills my brain cells) did hook up with both katara and zuko. I love that journey for all three of them. I wanted more time with mai than we got, so there wasn’t quite enough there to love... but I was very down with ty lee interfering on her behalf. what a pivotal moment

of the core characters I think I was quickest to love sokka; the episode where he apologizes to suki and asks her to train him cemented it for me. I think it’s a big deal to show boys apologizing on-screen and owning their misconceptions. I like katara a lot—she’s what a lot of people do with fanon hermione. toph is also great, and part of me feels there is a strong basis for a ship with aang that balances their opposing energy, though I also like the idea of them being platonic besties. aang is... twelve. pretty much every time he was on the screen mr blake (a teacher) was like “man, aang is such a seventh grader,” so it was nice how convincing that was for his emotional journey, but at the same time it was hard to forget he was in seventh grade. appa and momo are STARS. I am sure I have mentioned this before but mr blake really loves animals and he was devastated by appa’s kidnapping; he hugged our dog for about ten minutes after aang found appa. after he decided I was zuko, he speculated that he is closest to aang but he’s not happy about it lol. “ugh, aang and I are such boring pacifists” was I believe his take on the subject

@libbynico, who for some reason I can’t tag: so true! katara was literally something like a mother/older sister figure to aang the entire time, but whatever

yeah, I think it really sucks that katara, as the emotionally nurturing character, felt shoved into the role of love interest. it’s everything wrong with the distribution of emotional labor in male-female relationships but sure, WHATEVER, apparently nobody thought to ask me in 2008

@touslesnoms: I liked “such selfish prayers” by andromeda3116 if you ever decide to read zutara after the series; the worst prisoner by emletish is super funny too

thanks for the recs! I will take them. I do want something very specific so I will be accepting recs until I find it lol. or until I lose composure and write it (yeah this is me WITH my composure, no wonder mr blake thinks I’m zuko, “I’m never happy” indeed)

@gaeleria: THANK YOU!!! Ugh omg that “I’m confused” kiss scene made me actively hate the ending. I knew ahead of time they were endgame, so I tried to make myself accept it early on. Like, I really didn’t like the pairing, but I wasn’t going to be emotionally invested in the romance and it was just going to be like, whatevs. AND THEN THEY WROTE THAT SCENE??! 1000% no. What was even the point of that scene? If they had written it to make Aang have some introspection and realize it’s not all about him, Katara’s feelings matter too, or even apologize, or anything… but no, there was literally no point to that scene. No character growth, it was never mentioned again. Ugh.

this is in answer to both you and beloved @zabbini: yeah this was a fuck-up for sure lol. I think it may come down to editing for time; the series is very irregularly paced, what with the majority of the action taking place in the final three episodes of a 16 episode season. or maybe it’s just because MEN CAN’T BE TRUSTED TO WRITE ROMANCE but either way yeah this was a real misstep and just truly, truly reeked of a particular (white) male attitude about how women think and what they owe. had a bad day, dudes? buy a gun, kiss your forever girl, do whatever you want and it’s fine! (I’m exaggerating but barely)

in terms of what’s so angering for me: a character like katara who previously had tons of agency was robbed of it when it came to her romantic arc, which is just really upsetting. and to be fair, I was equally upset when zuko instantly agreed to the agni kai with azula because it was like okay well katara’s extremely valuable, as you know, but now you want her to just sit on the sidelines...? (more of a story flaw than a relationship flaw, but my chest sunk a little at the idea that katara was going to sit by and watch as an accessory to zuko’s story when she’s a crucial weapon in their collective fight. what a waste, right?) 

it’s also especially hard to buy into the aang thing when zuko’s method of problem-solving on katara’s behalf is there for comparison. he asks her what she needs in order to find closure and then from there, does everything necessary to get it without having to be asked twice. versus aang, who is a twelve-year-old pair of rogue lips who never wins any of his fights without the aid of phenomenal cosmic powers...? ugh I’m getting off track but in the end there’s just a complete lack of understanding what female audiences want, though again, I don’t think they were really considering that at all. which I guess is... fair, it’s not the point of the show, but then why make the ending romantic at all? to show that their brand of hero gets everything he wants, I guess

in conclusion in 2008 I’m not sure the industry was capable of doing better, which sucks but isn’t surprising. still, it does fit the components of “stuff I write fics for,” which is I enjoyed most of it but find myself enraged by slivers I compulsively need to fix—WHICH IS STILL NOT A PROMISE but ugh I can already feel myself giving in 

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CIV

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Two Worlds. Two Hearts. (Part III)

(13x17/13x18/13x19)

Hello my friends! This is the third part of this topic. This time we are gonna talk about 'Funeralia' episode 13x19 written by Steve Yockey.

We had a little of second meaning and laughs in this episode, so I hope you enjoy it.

Cas is a clueless hot angel

The first scene I wanna talk about is Rowena flirting with Castiel because I can. Our sweet witch doesn't lose her opportunity to show she really appreciates Castiel sex apple when she hears him talk at the other side of the line.

Of course, our cute angel reacts all flustered and Dean just looks at him askance like: "why are you blushing?" Which I find very accurate with Jealous!Dean. It's exactly the same reaction he had when Meg was around sending hearts with her eyes to Cas.

Gif set credit @bennylafitte

Rowena: Ah, the handsome angel is there, isn’t he? Hello tweety pie.

Castiel: Um, hello.

Another funny scene was the classic 'ball handler' .

Let's see how this scene starts...

Castiel and Dean are both trying to think how to track Gabe.

Dean: I didn’t say it was gonna be easy, but uh… All right, come on. Ideas. [closes his eyes and rubs his hands together] Come on. Here we go.

Dean starts by making a gesture with his hands, very cute and dummy, just because Castiel is there watching him. Cas sighs and closes his eyes. In that moment Dean flicks his eyes to him. Yeah, Castiel's handsome. But then Mr. MISCOMMUNICATION strikes again...

Dean: (...) Nah. I need a real drink. I’m gonna get a beer. You wanna beer?

Castiel: No.

Dean: I’ll get a beer.

Gif set credit @inacatastrophicmind

Okay, this is something very VERY known in the fandom, so, I'm not saying new things but, Yockey wanted to remark here the Destiel classic MISCOMMUNICATION. In which Dean offers beer, Castiel says NO, and he gives him a beer anyways. So, if you pay attention bro the body language, Castiel shifts uncomfortably in his place as if he was mad.

Castiel: Maybe Heaven could help us.

Dean: Ah, not for nothing, but don’t the angels mostly want to kill you?

Dean again sending danger around Castiel. He doesn't want his angel to go through it, or die again. So, angels? Heaven? Is not a good idea.

Castiel: Yes. Yeah. This would be something of a Hail Mary.

Dean: Hmm.

Castiel: It’s a sports term, like slam dunk or, uh... ball handler.

Dean: That’s, uh… Mnh-mnh. No, I don’t think it's a good idea.

Gif credit @shirtlesssammy

Castiel is hilariously using a second meaning term and Dean can't explain it because it would mean explain a sexual meaning to the angel, which, it's a big no. So he just checks him out, because he knows Castiel is not aware of he said. But it's also kind of hot and cute.

This is related to Gabe apparition in this season and all the sexuality and second meanings linked to angels.

When they engage into a discussion about why going with the angels is not a good plan, Sam appears in the middle bringing another problem. Dean solves that one and then, coming from nowhere, he just throws the conclusion to their previous chat with Castiel. This quote is full of Dean's deep fears. And it caught Sammy's attention, giving him an idea of what he had just interrupted.

Dean: You better. Cas, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it. Just don’t get dead again.

Gif set credit @inacatastrophicmind

'Just don't get dead again'. It's an inner prayer Dean has everyday, each time he recalls Castiel's dead and his own mourning. And Castiel's sueprised face.

Two Lovers

The dialogue between Jessica, the reaper, and Sam and Dean, telling them she's always watching them, it's a creepy foreshadow of Chuck and his eternal watching over the boys. Not intimacy at all.

But, I named this section 'two lovers' and I'm gonna explain why.

There's a pic inside a book Sam and Dean find to research about the murder of several reapers.

That picture had been analyzed plenty but a lot of meta writers in this fandom.

What I'm gonna add here is...

A lady in red ( Dean) a man in blue (Cas) and Death trying to separate them, unfructuously. Why? Because the man in blue (Castiel) kills Death.

This could be applied to:

Castiel killing Billie and then dying and then coming back from the Empty. It could be seen as triumph in episode 13x05 when the lovers are reunited.

But, but, knowing now the facts, I think it applies mostly to 15x18. Because Cas killing Death again... Being swallowed by the Empty (lovers separation) and then coming back to life in Heaven. And they robbed our Destiel reunion, for sure.

To Conclude, Death was always there separating the lovers...

Another quote I'm gonna bring here is something Bernard said to Dean...

Bernard: She’s powerful, she’s gorgeous, and she’s paying me a small fortune. That woman didn’t have to cast a spell on me.

This, my friends, it's related to the spell those two sisters put on Dean to make him fall in love with one of them. But... Takes those words and put it in Dean's mind. That applies perfectly to Castiel and him. Because CAS DIDN'T NEED TO PUT ANY SPELL ON HIM, BECAUSE CAS IS GORGEOUS AND POWERFUL, AND DEAN IS IN LOVE WITH HIM, FREELY IN LOVE WITH HIS ANGEL.

Another little foreshadows were implied in the conversation between Naomi and Castiel.

First of all, Castiel is able to snap at her what she did to him in season 8, as a growth of character. But, let's point at the little clues...

After talking about the few angels alive, which bring the huge crisis in Heaven, that will be solve by Jack as the new god at the end of the show, we had a foreshadow for 'souls walking the Earth' that will open season 14.

Naomi: Without him, in time we’ll burn out. Heaven will crumble, and all the souls that have been entrusted to our care will fall back to earth. Picture it, Castiel-- billions upon billions of ghosts unleashed upon the world. All that chaos, all that death.

And then, in our noses, Naomi is telling us the show was about to end...

Naomi: Everything ends, Castiel.

Cas: Everything ends.

To Conclude:

This episode had it all, sexual innuendo, fan service and clues to decipher the incoming season and also the end of the show.

I hope you enjoyed this meta, see you in the next one!

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VOL. XCIII, XCIV, XCV, XCVI, XCVII, XCVIII, XCIX, C, CI, CII, CIII.

Buenos Aires, March 21, 2021 2:30 PM

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Lojacked

Author: Desirae

Artist: Eliza_Avalo

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel Jimmy/Meg mentioned] Claire/Kaia background Jody/Donna minor

Length: 28000

Warnings: undefined

Tags: Established Relationship, Detective AU, Canon typical violence, Angst with a happy ending, Guidance Counselor Dean, Detective Cas, Humor, fluff, porn with feelings

Posting Date: November 17, 2020

Summary: When Detective Castiel Novak relocated from Chicago to Vermont to be closer to his widowed brother Jimmy, and niece, Claire, he didn’t know quite what to expect. Certainly, Cas never imagined he would find the love of his life in Angel Valley’s cozy little local bar, dressed in chainmail and tights. Yet, it’s been five years since Castiel said I do to high School guidance counselor Dean Winchester, and not a day has passed where he didn’t count his blessings.  Until the unthinkable happened.  Days away from an anniversary trip promising to consist of nothing but incredible sex, food, and slumber, Dean and one of his students is taken hostage. Now, with the help of his partner, Gabriel, it was up to Castiel to swallow down his terror and find a way to rescue young Jack and his beloved husband.

Excerpt: Dean went to the living room closet, pulling out the tan trenchcoat, Castiel always wore, despite it being a little loose and boxy on his phenomenal frame. Dean draped the coat over the back of a kitchen chair, along with his own scarred leather jacket.  “Did you know I have Claire in ISS today?” Dean asked as he sipped at his now lukewarm coffee. Castiel groaned as he chewed his bagel. “No,” he said over a mouthful, quickly washing it down with his coffee. “Jimmy didn’t say anything. Jesus, that’s the last thing he needs. What did she do?” “Don’t be too mad; she’s having a hard time. I get it. I acted out hard when my Dad started dating Kate after my mom died.” “I know,” Castiel said dryly. “I’ve seen your record.” “Haha, you have not. I was a juvenile.” Cas hummed in amusement. Claire was a senior. Dean had actually known her longer than he knew Castiel. First, as her Elementary School Gym Teacher, then later, when he made the move to High School Guidance Counselor. She was sassy, sarcastic, and smart as fuck. Claire was also a teenager growing up without a mom, and rebelling at the fact that after nearly five years, her father was finally dating again. Jimmy had just started becoming serious with RN Meg Masters, and Claire was not handling it well.  “So, what did my darling niece do?” “She skipped class with the new girl, Kaia, and they were caught making out in the girl’s locker room.” Castiel snorted. “Yeah, not the smartest place to hide.” “Right? Shoulda used the janitors’ closet by the third pod. Everyone always forgets about that one,” Dean said sagely, and Castiel glared at him, with cream cheese lining his upper lip. Dean chuckled, leaning across the table to swipe the sweetness away and sucking it off his thumb. Dean winked when Cas’ eyes turned dark, tracking the movement. It gave Dean a thrill to know that even sated, Cas still desired him. “I suppose that’s the one you always used?” Castiel asked loftily, and Dean shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Rhonda was always loud, especially if I wore the panties she liked,” Dean said with a waggle of his brows, ducking when Castiel chucked a wadded up napkin at him. “Well, I hope she enjoyed it while it lasted, love, because the only one allowed to see you in silk and satin is me,” Castiel growled possessively, and Dean laughed, standing up and stealing Cas’ plate to put in the dishwasher before his husband had a chance to.  When he straightened up and turned around, Castiel was standing there, trenchcoat on, now toe to toe with Dean. “Have a good day, Dean,” Castiel said, his gravely voice soft and husky, and Dean slipped a hand around his waist beneath the coat, tugging Cas in. “Stay safe, detective,” Dean murmured, a hairsbreadth from those pink, chapped lips, before closing the distance for a sweet kiss goodbye.

DCBB 2020 Posting Schedule

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Love In Sin

Chapter 6

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Warnings - Angst, Slow burn, Fluff, Implied Smut, Mentions of crime and drug, Swearing.

Chapter Warnings - Slow burn, Swearing

Word Count - 1.5k+

A/N - So I decided to post this a little ahead of the schedule. This and the next chapter are one of my favourite chapters I have written so far. Hopefully y'all will like it!

Beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons

Spn divider by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89

Series Masterlist

“What's up?” you asked Dean.

“So, almost everyone has shown up to the party, though I am still waiting for Rowena. While you were busy getting dolled up,” you glared at him, “I exchanged a few words with Arthur and Mick - they are really secretive and I talked with both Chuck and Amara - Chuck seemed nice but Amara didn't even acknowledge me.” Dean muttered.

“Aw, did she hurt your male ego? You’ve never been turned down by a girl I see,” you said with a straight face.

“Girls simply can't resist the Winchester charm,” Dean smirked.

“Well I’m kinda immune to the Winchester charm,” you sneered.

“Are you sweetheart?” Dean pulled you closer.

“Uh-huh,” you said, your heart started to flutter in your chest as he cupped your face.

“Chuck’s watching,” he said.

“Wha-” your words died in your throat as Dean lowered his head, tilting it and pressed his lips onto yours. Your whole body tingled with various sensations. The smell of Dean's cologne invaded your nostrils. His teeth grazed your lower lip. You gripped onto the sleeves of his black shirt to steady yourself. His tongue swept over your lip and you found yourself getting lost in the kiss, completely forgetting about the party.

“Hey Dean, I-sorry didn't mean to interrupt you two kids,” Cas chuckled, making you pull back from Dean. He winked at you and walked away.

Trying to catch your breath, you looked at Dean, that cocky son of a bitch.Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest and your legs were jelly. You tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ears.

“Our cover’s safe,” Dean brought his mouth near your ear and whispered, “Winchester charm.” His lips grazed behind your ear which made you go weak on your knees, but you were adamant - you didn't want Dean to know how much effect he had on you.

“Winchester charm doesn't work on me,” you smirked, “but maybe the L/N charm works on you. You got to take care of your little problem.” you said, pointing at the bulge in his pants, wiping the smirk of his face.

Dean looked up at you, his mouth snapping shut, the tips of his ears bright red. He loudly cleared his throat and walked out of the room, mumbling something about “hormonal teenager”, and left you behind with your heart beating loudly in your chest and an aching core.

You knew it was important to attend to the guests, but you needed a moment to yourself to gather your thoughts and Dean would be downstairs. So you made your way up to the bathroom.

Closing the door of the bathroom shut, you checked yourself in the mirror. You were a mess after that kiss with Dean. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm down your racing thoughts. You touched your lip, remembering the sensation of Dean's lips on you, a shiver running down your spine. He was having too much fun riling you up because you had looked around and had spotted Chuck was in another room. Well two can play the game now. Straightening your dress and touching up your makeup, you left the room to find your ‘husband’.

“There she is,” Dean called out as soon as you entered the living room. You smiled at the guests and Dean walked over to you, snaking his arms along your waist, he pulled you closer. He lightly pecked your cheek making your face to heat up immediately. You seriously needed to control your emotions because it was getting tougher day by day to keep them in check. This was a job and you needed to maintain a professional relationship with him.

“It's nice to meet you again, Y/N. Sorry, I couldn't talk to you guys properly yesterday when you came to invite us. I had a business meeting going on,” Chuck said, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Oh it's absolutely fine, Mr. Shurley,” you said, waving your hands at him.

“Please call me Chuck and you have a lovely party going on here,” Chuck said, excusing himself to go and talk with Meg.

“They all maintain such a polite personality, it's hard to figure out who might be the right hand of Crowley. Amara is the only one who is acting like a bitch. Maybe you should go talk to her - have some girl talk,” Dean whispered.

“You think that will be a good idea?”

“Do you have any other idea about how to make that lady talk?”

“Fine but I can't promise it will go smoothly.” you said and walked towards the couch where Amara was sitting, scrolling through her phone. You took a seat beside her, but she still didn't bother to look up from her phone. You saw her dress. It made you feel extremely self conscious . Her dress was beautiful and expensive. It was costlier than any of the dresses you had ever bought. You didn't know how to strike up a conversation with her, but fortunately Chuck came to your rescue.

“Sis, I think you should look up from your phone for once and try to socialise- maybe talk to the host who is actually sitting right beside you,” Chuck said, his voice laced with annoyance.

“Socialise? It's not like it's a damn Oscars after party,” Amara said, finally lifting her head up to look at her brother. This girl was downright rude.

“But I will try to socialise just for your sake.” Amara said and turned towards you. She snickered as she saw your dress and makeup.

“Hey Amara, enjoying the party?” Dean asked, winking at you.

“As much as I can,” Amara said and went back to scrolling through her phone. Chuck gave you guys an apologetic look and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry’ to you. You and Dean finally went to introduce yourselves to the last couple of guests.

“Arthur, Mick - you guys have hardly said anything since you came to this party,” you asked the two British gentlemen.

“Don't you worry, love. We are fine and we're quite enjoying the party.” You nodded at them, pulling Dean aside and whispered to him.

“I have no idea who is Crowley’s right hand.” You sighed.

“Me neither sweetheart.”

“What now? What's the pl-”

“I am so sorry for being late!” Rowena exclaimed bursting through the doors.

“Ms. McLeod, welcome,” you greeted and walked up to her.

“Oh please, call me Rowena. I had to attend an important meeting and it made me a wee bit late,” Rowena said and handed you a box.

“No worries Rowena but what-”

“Oh what type of guest am I walkin into your party empty handed? Please accept this,” Rowena smiled warmly at you.

“You must be Dean. We met yesterday, right? I have to meet so many people in one day, it all just gets jumbled up together,” she laughed making Dean chuckle. You thanked Rowena once again and she walked into the room where the other guests were.

“Do you think-”

“Nope. I don't think so.”

“Right. She actually seems a nice person.” you said, your eyes scanning the entire room of people.

The rest of the party went without a hitch. You and Dean kept a close eye on everyone, but no one did or said anything that set off any alarms in your heads. Everyone seemed to smile and make small talk with you. The entire evening was filled with food and drinks and laughter and all the neighbours warmed up to you guys easily, except Amara. No one gave off any vibes of being the right hand man to a drug lord.

Soon after, the guests started to head out, thanking you for an amazing party.

“We are heading out now. Thanks for this lovely party Campbell,” Meg said and pulled you into a bear hug. The Novaks were the last to leave. You closed the door shut behind them and saw Dean already typing on his phone.

“Are you updating the boss about how the party was a total failure?”

“Yes and no. The party wasn't a total failure Y/N. We got to know more about those rich jerks and their lifestyle-”

“They were nice,” you said.

“One of them is involved in a drug racket, they are jerks.”

“Fine. I am heading to bed then. I have to be prepared for whatever happens tomorrow,” you said and turned around to go to your bedroom since Dean was sleeping in the guest room.

“You're going to sleep already? You're such a party pooper. Come on the party's not over yet, Y/N/N,” Dean said.

“What do you mean Winchester?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

Dean went in to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine.

“The Novaks gave us this beauty as a housewarming gift and I never say no to free wine,” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“It's only for tonight because we have to have our game face on. Let's get drunk Winchester.”

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TMI but Different: Chapter 2

TMI and TSC as well as the characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Clary was sitting around thinking about what she saw last night, she pretended she had saw something last night because Simon couldn't see them, but she knew they were there. Jona was sitting on the sofa on the other side, he was reading a book, their mom freaked out cause they were out late and Clary was sure she is grounded.

Simon had texted her that Eric had a poetry reading tonight at Java Jones, she hated Eric's poetry readings but she wanted to get out.

At that moment Luke walked in with a bunch of folded up boxes.

"What are those for?" Clary asked.

"Your mom wanted to pack some stuff up that's taking up room in the apartment," Luke said.

She looked over at Jona who had put headphones on now.

"Hey Luke?" She asked

"Yeah?"

"What would you do if you could see things other's could not?" She said

"Clary, you are like your mom, you the horrors and the beauty, it's a gift," Luke said

She didn't know what to think about that, Luke went back to putting boxes down and she picked up a books to pretend like she was reading when she heard her mother making her way into the apartment.

"Thanks for the help, Luke," her mother said

"No problem," he told her

"Clary, Jona, we need to talk," their mother said.

"Yeah, Mom?" her brother replied.

"What is it?," Clary asked

"We are going up to Luke's farm for a while," she said

Jona looked at her oddly, Clary was trying to process this, she had art classes that she had paid for herself, and her mom wanted her to just walk away from them?

"but... Why? Why do we need to go to the farm?" Clary said

"Because I said so," Jocelyn answered her.

"Mom, I have art classes I paid for and I don't want to skip, if you want to go, than go but I want to stay here, I'll get a job and take care of myself-"

"Clary, No," her mother said

"Jona back me up," she said to her brother desperately

"I think we should listen to mom, little sis," he said

Why is he picking her side?

"Jocelyn, just tell them," Luke said

"No," Jocelyn said

Tell them what?

Jona looked intrigued now, mom and Luke lowered their voices now

"Listen if you want to go along like this fine but I am not anymore, they are teenagers, they are gonna be curious and have their own lives, and if you told them it would be easier," Luke said

"No, they are too young and not ready," she said.

At that moment Simon came into their apartment and Clary grabbed her bag and put her shoes on

"I am going to Java Jones with Simon, I'll be back later so don't wait for me," she said

"Clary no-"

"Let her go mom," her brother said.

Clary left with Simon.

______

Jace had been laying around in his room reading but couldn't concentrate much on his book, he was thinking about that girl, Clary , she could see them, maybe she had the sight but he couldn't be sure, he was gonna ask Hodge if he could go find her l, maybe and figure out why she could see them, after all they couldn't have a girl who knew about them just wandering around and not do something about it.

So he put on gear, got seraph blades, grabbed his Stele and went off, he an idea of where she might be.

He didn't know how he was right, but when he got to the coffee shop, sure enough she was there, he saw she was with her friend and he felt an odd feeling, he felt he should be making her laugh and hanging out with her, it should be him.

Wait, he thought to himself, what is he thinking? He's never thought that with someone before.

He went over as he noticed that her friend was probably going to confess his love for her, it amused Jace, Mundanes, always oblivious.

He started laughing and she turned her head to look at him and her eyes went wide in realization.

Her friend asked her what she was staring at and Jace out the door, knowing she would follow after.

"You think you're better than us, that's why you are laughing!" She said once she made it outside.

"I was laughing cause people confessing their love for someone is amusing," he said.

"Why are you such a-"

"Charming person," he said

"You- . . . Ugh you are so annoying," she said

"You're not a mundane with the sight, and you aren't a Downworlder," Jace said.

"What?" She said in a calmer voice.

"Let me see your hand," he asked

"Why?" She said

"Look at my hand here," he said and showed her his hand with his voyance rune. "Shadowhunters are marked with this permanent rune, usually the rune is on the right hand, but I am left handed so it's on my left."

She let him see her hand, and he saw nothing, this girl was turning out to be a lot of trouble.

At that moment her phone rang, she pulled it out of her pocket and she looked at it

"Go ahead answer it, I'm in no hurry," he said

"Mom?" Clary said

And after that it all happened so fast, there was yelling on the other line and the sound of a woman saying 'Don't come home' and after that the call ended, Clary had dropped her phone and broken it.

"I need a phone," she said on the verge of tears he could tell.

"What is it? I can help," he said

She saw his sensor and grabbed it

"That's not a phone," he tried to tell her but she wasn't listening.

After she figured out it wasn't she ran off.

"I can help you!" He called after her.

______

"That girl, she has become so rebellious lately," said Jocelyn.

"Mom, she's a teenager," Jona told his mom.

"I know but, you have always been calmer and this is new," she said

"If I recall I went through some stuff too, she's just a fire ball," he said fondly

"That's true," his mom said

He went over and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder

"She'll get over it, just give her time," he said

"Also, what was Luke talking about earlier when he said tell us? Tell us what? Mom," Jona asked.

"Jona. . . Listen, there is a secret I have been keeping from you and your sister–"

But before she could finish he heard something crash and break and after that darkness.

______

After that Jace had tracked her down to a apartment, it was torn up and she had fought off a demon, Jace was impressed, but she got hurt and he had no choice but to try and use a rune on her, he was 90% sure she was a Shadowhunter now, and he was right.

(not as happy with this chapter but I am trying to get through it and get to more exciting parts 🙈)

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Gotham Seamstress Marinette - Wayne Gala

I should sTILL BE UPDATING BIO!DAD BUT HERE I AM AGAIN

Initial Idea | Uncle Ozzy | Wayne Gala (you are here) |

So we have the whole Cobblepot Crew at the Wayne Gala. Mari is off wondering, scribbling away in a palm sized sketchbook all the ideas this beautiful place is giving her! (She smuggled it, along with Tikki and Sass, in her purse. Its a little crowded but they can snuggle.) Peri is following behind her quietly, smiling to herself. Not that anybody can see. 

Meanwhile Gale and Ozzy have started talking to dear ol’ Brucie boy. At this point, its been a couple years since Ozzy has declared his vendetta and has calmed the fuck down. It also helps that Bruce is not suck a dick about things and Ozzy can relax the stuffy old Gothamite Socialite act around him. They get to talking and Bruce kinda chuckles about how he heard Oswald brought a plus one? Who’s the lucky lady? And he points out Mari, who’s slowly making their way back to the Cobblepot Crew with Peri gently steering her in that direction. And Bruce, dad of all dads, immediately sorta puffs up. “Oswald.” 

“Eh? What, Brucie boy?” 

“That’s your plus one? She can’t be any older than my youngest-” 

“Oh, get your bird-brain out of the gutter! Just doing this as a little favor to the girl, she’s my favorite seamstress, y’know. Made me and the Girls outfits for this little soiree, her own dress too. Figured I’d get her some more... legitimate business, you see. Sweet songbird’s had a rough go, recently.” 

And Bruce is even MORE side eye-ing bc wtf does all THAT mean, Cobblepot? Wtf? Should he be Batman concerned or Bruce Wayne concerned? There’ll be a full blown investigation in the Bat Cave when he gets home from this but for now he puts on a smile as Oswald introduces them. Mari is, of course, completely flustered. What an honor to meet Mr. Wayne himself! The Gala is so pretty, and she’s heard all about his charitable work, she’s such a fan! 

Bruce is kinda blown away by this little French Sunshine Child and gives her the Father Smile, letting her ramble. Ozzy is preening bc hell yes, his Songbird has Bruce Wayne’s approval. Bruce asks about her designs for the Cobblepot Crew and commends her skills. Gets Mari out for a dance and then she’s dancing with everybody! Bruce, Ozzy, the Girls, even some strangers. Its a great time! 

Bruce introduces Mari to Damien, who is unimpressed and bored out of his mind. He can appreciate the aesthetics of Mari’s designs but holds to the idea that she shouldn’t be so willing to design for criminals like The Penguin. Not that he says any of this out loud, of course. Offers to take Mari out for a dance and there’s a lot of Mari apologizing for being such a horrible dancer. (It was one thing with the Cobblepot Crew, who she knew didn’t mind, or Bruce, who seemed so nice. But Damien is sorta angry looking and she’s nervous as hell.) Damien tells her its no problem and manages to lead her around with minimal toe tromping. 

BUUUUUT of course this couldn’t last, right? A certain blonde model boy notices Mari and breaks up their dance. In the middle of the dance floor. Like the oblivious boy he is. 

And you have panicked French as Adrian grabs Mari’s arm and keeps going on about how glad he is to see her! Where has she been, doesn’t she know how worried everybody has been? Mari, how could she leave him like that? Really, he knew she was upset about the little mishap with their identities and his Father, but did she have to throw such a tantrum about it? 

Marinette, meanwhile, is digging her nails into his wrist and trying to get him off of her, practically tripping on her dress in her haste to get away. Adrian still has a firm grip on her arm, though, and she falls back into Damien who, in perfect French, is asking what the hell does he think he’s doing Agreste? And Adrian puffs up and tells him that he doesn’t need to worry about it, its none of his business-! 

(Mari stops panicking long enough to catch Ozzy’s eye and the Girls make their way over with extreme prejudiced. None of them notice Marinette grabbing something from Adrian’s finger and slipping it into her purse. Nobody but Damien.) 

The Girls pull Adrian away from Mari and Damien and there have their claw hands out, making those upset bird coos. Adrian is kicking about and Bruce is getting an explanation from his son, while Ozzy is trying to comfort Marinette. Its a disaster. 

And then. It gets worse. Because Gabriel fucking Agreste notices the commotion and his sons name attached to it and goes over to figure out what the hell is going on. 

He grips the back of Adrian’s neck and shakes him a bit because he recognizes Mari and, of course, apologizes profusely for his behavior Miss Marin-

“Mari. Its... Its just Mari, now.” 

And Gabriel just nods and apologizes again. “Miss Mari, then. I’m sure this incident will not affect our... agreement?” And Marinette shakes her head and Gabriel nods again and drags Adrian off to leave because not only is this embarrassing, this could jeopardize everything! You stupid, stupid boy!

Mari’s scrubbing tears away from her face and Bruce is apologizing profusely, he had no idea she knew the Agreste’s, or he’d have ensured they didn’t have to interact, and Mari tells him its fine, he couldn’t have known. 

Ozzy bundles her up and takes her back to Arthur’s and seethes. The Agreste’s might be having a little accident soon. He drops her off and Mari shuts herself up in her room and slips on the ring and Plagg fizzes into existence and Tikki tackles him and its an emotional night for everybody. 

Because you see, when Marinette has found out Gabriel and Adrian’s identities as Hawkmoth and Chat Noir, she’d panicked, and when she’d confronted Gabriel and learned why he was doing what he did... She helped him. Used her Guardian training, and Tikki, to fix the Peacock Miraculous, and heal Mrs. Agreste. In return, Gabriel gave her both the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculi back, saying good riddance as long as he had his wife back. Marinette agreed to keep this between them, as long as he worked to fixing the damage he’d caused, with the city, its people, and his family. And Gabriel has sworn to, less she go back on her own promise to ensure Mrs. Agreste’s health. 

Adrian had, of course, figured out Marinette’s identity as Ladybug, and what she had done for his family, and gotten... worse. Not horrible, really, but gradually going from not taking her denial of his advances but becoming more and more pushy about it. Because of course they were meant to be together! And idk if any of you have ever dealt with men like this but its awful. Because Adrian doesn’t understand that what he’s doing is only scaring Mari, and the worse he gets, the more scared she gets. The more desperate to get away. And one day, when Fu names her the official Guardian, she does. She flees to Gotham and never looks back, because Fu remembers so little now, and her family had ignored how her love for Adrian had turned into fear. Everybody had. 

So she left. And here she was. 

(As far as the Fu thing goes, I haven’t watched season 3′s finale(s) so please don’t spoil them. The idea of Fu losing his memories has more to do with the fact that he’s almost 200 years old and the human body just isn’t made to last that long, magic or no magic. So he starts losing his memory and doesn’t always recognize Marinette so in a moment of clarity he passes the torch, unfinished training or not. Marianne comes to live with Fu and take care of him, remind him of things. They didn’t have their time in their prime, but they’ll take it now.) 

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That Wasn’t An Option

Day 2 of Megarod Week

Prompt: Misunderstanding

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One),Transformers - All Media Types Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Ravage (Transformers) Additional Tags: Kissing, Love Confessions, Misunderstandings

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Oh.

That’s his first thought when he finally puts all the pieces together.

Oh no.

That’s his next thought.

Rodimus walks off the bridge, and the smile that had just disappeared from view was what finally clued him in.  How dense had he been?  Had it really been that long since someone flirted with him? And the more he looked back, the longer he’d realized it had been.  Far too long to shut it down.  At least, not without some sparkbreak.

Megatron did his best to carry on business as usual, but every smile, every brush of fingers… was it intentional?  Did he mean to just touch his shoulder with his spoiler?  

It was torture.

“You’re working too much again,” Ravage said as he entered the office.

Megatron lifted tired optics from the reports. And it was no wonder, given what time it was.  

“I lost track of time,” he half-lied.  While he had lost track of time, that had been his intention.  To tire himself out to the point that he immediately fell into recharge, lest he have time to stew in all these new thoughts and feelings.

“Uh huh.  Nothing to do with your co-captain?”

Megatron threw an almost-glare his way.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not stupid, Megatron.  I can understand how a bunch of Autobots haven’t noticed, but it’s painfully obvious.  I’m sick of you moping around your habsuite, sighing and writing poetry.  It’s bad enough that you fell in love with him.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Yes you do.  Just tell him you like him already.”  Ravage jumped up on the desk and sat on Megatron’s work.  “He’s clearly into you.”

“I can’t be with a mech like Rodimus, Ravage.”

“Why not?”

Megatron sighed.  “Would you like an itemized list?”

“That would be helpful, yes.”

“Well, for one, he’s—”

They both looked up when they heard pedesteps coming from the hall.

“Let’s continue this conversation in my habsuite,” Megatron said.

“And then you get some recharge.  You look terrible.”

“Thank you, Ravage,” Megatron said, growling the words out.

 Rodimus didn’t smile at him that morning. Odd.  It hurt more than he cared to admit.  

“Good morning, Rodimus,” he greeted him.

“Yeah, whatever.”  Rodimus trudged past him without so much as a glance.

Megatron followed him, trying to be inconspicuous. He made a beeline for the captain’s chair and slumped down into it.  Megatron pretended to be interested in some star charts before leaning towards him and asking quietly, “Are you alright?”

“What do you care?” Rodimus shot back, not even attempting to keep his voice down.

Megatron paused, feeling some of the crew’s optics on him.  “You’re my co-captain,” he said a little too fondly.  He leaned down to lower his voice further.  “I just want to make sure nothing’s troubling you.”

Rodimus smacked him with his spoiler. Intentional or not, he didn’t apologize.

Megatron decided it was best to leave him be, despite how his spark ached.  At least this solved his problem.  If Rodimus hated him for some reason, all he had to deal with was his own feelings.

Simple enough.

Or it should have been.

Every time he saw Rodimus, instead of a smile, he got a scowl.  He never initiated conversations anymore, and he’d overheard him beg Ultra Magnus to switch shifts with him enough times.

It hurt.  Even though he knew he couldn’t—shouldn’t—act on his feelings, it didn’t stop the longing. He had to stop himself from staring. From lingering in his field.  From watching him out of the corner of his optic, because that was the only way he ever got to see him smile anymore.  Hell, he was warmer with Thunderclash.

The worst part, though, was that first time they were both stuck late after a shift.  The rest of the crew had been dismissed, and it was just him, Rodimus, and a pile of data pads that nearly reached the ceiling.

Rodimus scowled down at them.  He angrily tapped the screen and scratched them as he scrolled. When he was finished, he tossed it. At least half of them ended up on the floor, and a few of them broke.

“Rodimus,” Megatron scolded when he basically threw the latest data pad on the floor.  It shattered, spilling bits of glass across the floor.

“What?” he snapped.

Megatron forced his hackles down and softened his gaze. “It’s been weeks, Rodimus.  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.  I just fucking hate paperwork.”

“Something’s clearly wrong.  And it was obviously something I did, since I’ve been the only one on the receiving end of this new attitude.  So, you can either tell me what’s wrong and I’ll finish what’s left, or I leave so you don’t have to be around me, but then you’ll have double the work.  What’s it going to be, Rodimus?”

“Fuck you.”

“That wasn’t an option.”

Rodimus’ face turned bright red.  “It’s not like you’d want to anyways!”

“I—excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb.  I heard what you said.”  Rodimus crossed his arms and turned away.  “Not that I care.”

Megatron sighed.  “Rodimus, I assure you, I have no idea what you’re getting at.  This will be a lot easier if you just talk to me.”

Rodimus ran his hands down his face.  “Can you just leave me alone?”

“I can…”  Megatron carefully placed the report on the table.  “I will if that’s what you want.  We can have a strictly professional relationship and only talk about work, but…”

Rodimus’ spoiler perked up.  He turned back slightly, one curious optic finding Megatron. “… But?”

Megatron sighed again.  “I just want to know what I did.  And I know it was something I did, since you’re only treating me differently.”

Rodimus was silent for a while.  Eventually, he said, “I overheard what you said to Ravage.”

“What do you mean?”

Rodimus growled.  “There’s no way you’re this fucking dense… when you said you could never be with a mech like me!”

A tense silence followed his words.

“Rodimus, that was—”

“You don’t need to explain yourself.  I get it, okay?  I wouldn’t want to be with me either.”

“I do want to be with you.”

Rodimus scoffed.  “I don’t need your pity!  I know what I heard!”

“That is what I said, but what I meant was—”

“Can you just shut up?  I don’t want to waste anymore time on you if you’re—”

Megatron kissed him.  It was simultaneously the stupidest thing he’d ever down and the best thing he’d ever done.  He made it quick, though.  As much as he wanted to linger and pull him close, he stopped himself.  He had to tell Rodimus the truth, first.

“Please.  Let me explain.”

Rodimus just stared, his optics cycled wide.

“When I said I can’t be with a mech like you, I meant that I don’t want to bring you down.  I don’t want to give myself to you, because I don’t have nearly enough time to give you.  It’s not fair to you.”

Rodimus furrowed his brow.  “Says you.”

“Rodimus, it’s what’s best for—”

Rodimus interrupted his excuses with another kiss. And this time, he hooked his arms around Megatron and made it hard to escape him.  Not that he wanted to.  In fact, he pulled Rodimus closer.  Deepened the kiss.  Parted his lips to let his glossa slide along Rodimus’.  He even went so far as to pull Rodimus into his lap.  

When they finally parted, Rodimus, his lips still close enough to brush, asked, “Do you really wanna be with me, Megs?”

“Yes.”

“Then be with me.  Idiot.  I want you, too.”

“But—”

“No buts!  All that matters is that we want to be together.  You’re not saving me by staying away you’re just pissing me off.”

Rodimus’ pout was endearing.

Megatron relaxed, chuckling.  “Alright, Rodimus.”  He cupped his cheek and gently stroked his finials.  

He smiled.  “Good.  Now, when you’re done with all of this,” he gestured to the pile of data pads, “you can come to my room and we can get better acquainted.”  He hopped off of Megatron’s lap.

“Where are you going?”

Rodimus turned, smiling.  “You said if I told you what was wrong, you would finish the work.”

“You didn’t tell me, I had to wring it out of you!”

Rodimus shrugged.  “Shoulda put that in the fine print.  See you in a few hours, Megs.”  He stopped just before the door, turning back to add, “After all that work, I’m sure you’ll need a little… stress relief.”  

Megatron was a little embarrassed by how quickly he finished.