#she never told him not to play with dead things or knives or not to touch the stove

[writingwoe]

the thing about silas is that he's trying desperately to bring his mum back, and to bring her back right, but she was actually a terrible mother in all the ways that mattered

[captain-mj]

09Soapghost heellll yeah. Captain MacTavish going uno reverse and going aha now you can’t get rid of me. Prepare to be made to heel

You got the psychic messages I was adding to the post

It started with the interrogation. That was it. With Ghost breaking that person down to nothing with Soap's help. If Soap gave a suggestion, which he did only when he wasn't sure he could stomach doing it himself so rarely, Ghost would do it.

Right now, he was running a flame over one of his knives, no doubt about to do something awful with it while Soap sat in front of the guy, waiting for the fear to build enough for him to back down.

And when Ghost put the burning red knife next to his eye, swaying it slightly like he might just drop it on him, he broke. He blabbered on and on and on about this and that and whatever. Soap took the important things down.

"Can I see my wife?"

Soap was just about to answer when Ghost did. He never spoke during things like this. Not wanting people to hear his voice. But Price had told him to kill the guy afterward and that was enough for him to not care. "Yeah. You can see her." He cocked his gun and put it between his eyes.

"My wife isn't dead." The man looked angry.

"Course she is. Suicide to be exact. Apparently a couple of our boys got a little rough. Made some comments. I wonder, did she kill herself to prevent being defiled or because she was afraid of being used against you? Which one? Did she love your country more than you? Just like you did her."

The man started to curse and sob and bitch in Russian.

Ghost let him for a moment, enjoying this Soap realized, before moving the sunglasses to the top of his head to uncover his eyes. "Look me in the eyes. I want to see you die."

The gunshot was loud and it echoed. And Ghost put the gun back in place.

"His wife is safe and sound in a house not too far from here. Why did you lie?"

"So when he gets to whatever afterlife there is, he searches for her for years, not know she just isn't there yet. I like the think the grim reaper is in on the joke and plays along."

"You're a sick fucking bastard." Soap said and meant it.

Ghost looked at him. And those eyes... stone cold dead. Nothing fucking there. On anyone else, they'd be gorgeous. Beautiful browns like several of the sweet little things Soap picked up at bars. But there was not a hint of emotion in those things at all. "You know I am."

That's when Soap realized that Ghost was a little feral. Demented even. Something was Fucking wrong with him.

It didn’t scare him as much as it should. His head gets a little fuzzy at the thought actually.

There were other moments. Times where Ghost would be a little more fucked up around him. Letting Soap catch him licking one of his knives or purposely dragging out someone's death for his own pleasure.

Somehow it was made worse by the moments of Ghost's humanity. HIs humming. His inane way of making tea and how he disliked coffee and his stupid jokes. It was at such odds with the way he looked at him, dangerous and mutant.

Until Soap found himself cornered by Ghost who was trying to tower over him despite their size difference being laughably small. Only an inch or so. And his shoulders weren't that bad, but they weren't much against his own. Riley just wasn't doing a good job of being intimidating, especially considering Soap had seen him do far better with enemies.

"MacTavish." He growled at him.

Soap looked at him. "Simon. Heel, boy."

Ghost stared at him blankly, only those dead black eyes looking at him.

"You're not getting rid of me, Simon. So go ahead and get used to it."

He scoffed like Johnny was the dumbest motherfucker ever. "You don't own me. Can't tell me what to do."

"Heel, Simon." Soap whispered at him, patting his side. "You're not going to get my attention like this."

Riley growled at him again.

"That's your problem. Can barely touch ya. You hide under that mask like a coward. So you skulk around and hope I'll kick you away."

Riley made a ragged noise and almost barked at him. "Fuck you."

"I'll kick you when I want." Soap hissed and shoved him to the side, noticing how he moved so easily.

That exchange was why he didn't feel as much as surprise as one would expect to find Ghost unmasked in his room late at night, knife in hand.

Soap looked at Riley, watching his breathing as ragged as it was. Looking at how he looked defenseless despite holding a knife. He flipped it in his fingers and held out the handle.

“Captain, I’d let you do anything to me.” His tone was steady, even maybe a tad breathless. There was no hesitation or pain in the admittance.

Soap frowned at him but his interest was undeniable piqued. “Anything I wanted?” He took the knife and dragged it along his jugular. Just letting him feel it.

It was the first break in the facade. A small painful sound. “Yes. Anything. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“For giving you this burden.” Ghost choked out. “Anything you want.”

Soap shouldn’t push. He knew Ghost didn’t say things like this lightly. But he did anyway. “Even sex? I know how you are.”

Ghost shivered but it wasn’t from fear. His pupils were blown and he reacted like he had not considered this option. “I haven't had sex in years. But if it would please you. I’d let you fuck me however you want. Even if it’s the same way they did. Even if it's worse. As long as it's you."

“You’d let me kill you.” Soap waited for something. A survival instinct of some kind. But Ghost licked his pretty lips.

“Johnny, if you asked, I’d beg you to. If that’s what you wanted.”

“Beg.”

Ghost gently grabbed the wrist that was controlling the knife as it went further down but still didn’t cut. He just needed the stability. “Please. Whatever you want. You want me dead? Do it. I’ll write up a note saying i asked for it. You want me kill someone for you and I will. Bleed me dry, Johnny. I’ll enjoy it.”

Soap looked at where he was clearly hard in his pants. “Should I get you off first?”

“If you think I deserve it.” Ghost exposed his throat for him, swallowing.

The knife hit the floor and Soap kissed him properly. Really kissed him. He dragged him up and out of the chair. Ghost sobbed against his mouth but he ignored it, instead laying him out over his desk.

Soap wasn’t cruel. He could be stern and mean but cruelness was never his thing. And in this moment, he wished nothing more to be cruel. To be able to rend Ghost down in a way that he clearly needed.

Instead, he undid his belt. "Simon."

"Yes, sir?" Ghost looked at him, biting his lip delicately.

"I am going to fuck you. Gonna let you sit there and just feel it. Be real good to you. And when I'm done, you're going to warm my cock under my desk."

Ghost softened, eyelashes fluttering. If not for the scars, he'd be model material. But Soap preferred him with the scars. "Thank you."

He kept lotion at his desk, something that Gaz usually teased him over, but it was perfect for right now. Using a generous amount to make it easier for him. One finger in and he already felt tighter than anything else Soap had fucked in... ever. "You weren't kidding. Practically a virgin huh?"

Ghost tensed up and Soap could feel it around his finger. "Hey, it's okay. I like it. Feels like I'm getting to break you in."

A sweet moan. "Yes. You want me to tell you how big you feel? I know you're probably packing. I'll even exaggerate. Tell you how you're breaking me."

"Only if that's what it really feels like." Soap assured, realizing just how much of a freak Ghost was. And subsequently how much of a freak he was himself, because this was all getting him going. Still, he worked him open until he could easily take three fingers and the lotion was starting to overflow.

Soap knew what he had. He had been turned down by a partner or two because of the size. And the way Ghost arched to keep taking it. Thighs trembling. It gave him a sense of satisfaction.

"I don't need to make you crave me. You already do."

"Yes, sir." He sounded strained but he managed the words.

"How do you feel?"

Ghost put his forehead against the soft wood. "Like you're breaking me." He shook and sobbed, but Soap knew if he pulled that pretty head up and made him look at him, there wouldn't actually be any tears.

A slow gentle push and pull. Soap didn't mind, the tightness and the pressure doing everything he needed. Ghost never asked for more. Though if it was because he was pleased, it was too much or he'd only take what he was being given was a mystery.

He abused his prostate. Mentally tallied how many times he hit it dead on as Ghost's body betrayed him. Causing his hips to cant up for more or his body to thrash until he fell against the desk like his strings had been cut.

And then Soap felt the tell tale tightening around his cock. Rhythmic and still desperate. "You came?"

Ghost nodded against the desk but didn't show his face. The back of his neck was a bright red.

"So the dead can blush."

Soap sped up a little, focusing on his own pleasure, and Ghost would clench every time he went all the way in, and then he came too. Deep inside so Ghost would struggle to clean it out.

Ghost got up and got on his knees. Soap gave him his shirt back so he wouldn't be half dressed.

"My life is yours." Simon Riley mumbled to him and the look he gave him was the same dead eyed stare as always.

Soap smiled at him anyway. "Thank you. It's a gift I'll appreciate."

For a brief moment, there seemed to be something like contentment in Ghost's eyes before closing his eyes and starting his job of pleasing his Captain.

[lesbianpepsi]

Meant To Be Yours

pairing: amber freeman x fem!reader

summary: amber has tricked you into killing one student, you refuse to be tricked again; something amber doesn't like.

words: 2.165k

warnings: canon scream stuff, death, description of murder, knives, violence, blood, swearing, toxic!amber, manipulation, bad writing

authors note: a double whammy tonight for y'all. i have no regrets.

"All is forgiven, baby. I promise I'm not mad about what you said to me." Amber said through the call making your jaw clench as you shake your head, not believing a word that comes out of her pretty mouth.

"Stop calling me, Amber." You told her in the most demanding voice you could muster up, covering it up with your growing fear as your eyes glanced around your living room. "I've not forgiven you so just leave me the fuck alone." 

Amber scoffs through the device. "Why are you saying these things, Y/n? You've practically thrown me out like I'm fucking trash!" Her voice became more gruff as her anger quickly replaced her fake kindness.

"Because you are, Amber, you're fucking trash. You tricked me." You remarked as you ran a hand through your hair, staring intently at the dark corners of the room. 

"Is that what you think? That I tricked you?" Amber asks you in an overly heartbroken tone making you roll your eyes. "You did trick me, Amber, you manipulated me into doing something vile."

"Baby, you know I'd never manipulate you, I love you too much." She says her voice is becoming quieter. 

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you shook your head, your jaw still clenched tightly. "You manipulated me into killing, Wes." You whispered through gritted teeth, your heart beating erratically in your chest. "You said it was going to be a harmless prank to scare him."

"It was harmless." She defended, the sound of her shuffling around being heard on the phone. "Wes was a bitch boy anyway."

You scoffed as you stood up from the couch, your anger towards your girlfriend and the grief and guilt of Wes's death making your blood boil in a disgusting way.

"Fuck you." You whispered before hanging up on her, turning your phone on silent mode before tossing it onto the couch. 

It was only supposed to be a prank; that's what she told you. 

Wes was notorious for his hatred towards horror movies, especially Amber's favourite Stab. 

Amber suggested to you that you and her should play a little prank on him after he was "too touchy" with you as Amber said.

The prank being you and Amber would dress up in the famous Ghostface costumes and give him a little scare.

You were reluctant in the beginning but after Amber's persuasive words you eventually agreed.

Amber had already planned it out and told you how the prank was going to play out. 

You would call him as Amber would sneak into his house and scare him before taking off her mask and showing her friend it was a prank.

That isn't how the prank went. 

You were in Amber's car on call with Wes as Amber sneaked into the house late at night in the Ghostface attire.

In the beginning it was going smoothly, even funny to you at times. Then in a blink of an eye everything changed.

As you uttered the iconic line "What's your favourite scary movie?" you didn't get a panic response or even get hung up on; instead you heard fighting.

Screams so loud and guttural you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

Immediately you ran into the house to see what had happened to your absolute horror. You saw Wes on the floor covered in blood as he gargled on his own blood, his throat cut lightly, as if Amber was teasing him an easy and quick death. 

You didn't even know how it was possible that Amber could hurt him so much in less than thirty seconds. 

His eyes met yours as he whispered out his final words, a look of betrayal on his face.

"Y/n?" 

Amber killed Wes, and you helped her. 

You screamed at Amber as she gazed at Wes's dead body, taking off her mask as a look of pleasure swirled in her dark eyes.

She was proud. 

When you threatened to tell the police what she had done her proudness was replaced with smugness as she waltzed at you, a bloodied knife still in her grip. 

"You're an accomplice to my crime, baby. You call the cops on me and we both go down." 

Her words hit you like a wrecking balls with reality. You were an accomplice to her crimes.

The Bonny to her Clyde.

You didn't know what to do - you still don't know what to do, confess the truth to the police and go to prison or keep the entire killing an unsolved mystery; let your best friend become an unsolved case.

One thing you have been doing is avoiding Amber, hell, you've been avoiding everyone. You haven't left your house in days as you rotted away; the guilt slowly killing you.

Sighing, you ignore the vibrations from your phone as you move towards the kitchen, going to make yourself a glass of water in a weak attempt to calm yourself down. 

Grabbing a glass you headed towards the sink to fill up your glass. As the cold water slowly filled it up your eyes were focused on it as your thoughts were plagued by Wes.

You didn't even notice the person standing in the corner of the kitchen.

"Y/n."

You gasped as you dropped the glass making a loud clatter as it landed in the sink. Turning on your heel to your horror you see Amber standing a few feet away with a soft smile, the one that used to make your heart swoon. 

"Don't run." She asks you as she takes a step forward. 

Without hesitation as you do the exact opposite of her words, sprinting away as you headed towards your front door.

"I said don't fucking run away from me!" Amber yelled as her heavy footsteps were heard right on your heel.

Using all the strength and speed you could muster you force yourself to run even faster, but it wasn't fast enough. 

Amber's foot trips yours making you collapse to the ground as the view to the front door just reaches your eye sight.

You whimpered in pain as you tried scrambling back up but was stopped by Amber jumping forwards and standing in the hallway heading towards the door, blocking you from escaping the house; blocking you from escaping her.

She sighs as she runs a hand through her hair, looking down at you. "My love, please stop being like this. We're in this together, you can't leave me alone." 

Her soft spoken words wither into your heart as your glare softens, staring up at her as you slowly stand up. 

"Why are you here, Amber?" You demand as you take a wary step backward, your eyes focused on her body the entire time.

Amber's eyes gleam as she smiles crookedly at you, taking a singular step closer to you. 

"You left me, Y/n." She whispers, taking another step closer as you take another one back. "I fell apart without you and you've fallen apart without me."

You shake your head as you glance back at the stairs that would lead you to your bedroom before back at Amber's innocent looking face.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart, you and I both know we can't live without each other. It's what made me realise something." Amber whispers, taking another step closer as you don't take another step back, breathing heavily as you stare at her.

She smiled sweetly as she reached you close enough to place her hand in your cheek, caressing it gently.

"We're meant to be." She insists.

You smile back at her as you lean into her touch, Amber visually relaxes as her smile softens.

"No we're not." You say before punching her in the face with all the strength you had in your body.

Amber stumbled back in shock as a small ooze of blood began spilling from her nose. One of her slender fingers touches the blood before pulling away to examine it.

Her jaw clenched as her eyes connected with yours, a look of pure rage in her black eyes.

You swiftly turn around as you run up the stairs as you head towards your bedroom, the only place you know has a lock and a secret weapon.

"Y/n!" Amber yells as she chases after you, right behind you as she tries grabbing you, her fingers skimming over your back. 

Scrambling towards your room you unlock it and throw yourself inside before slamming your body against it, shutting it as you locked it. 

Amber's fist pounds against the door as she screams your name.

"Y/n, don't lock me out! I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one." She yells through the door, her palm laying flat against it.

You jump towards your dresser where a small pocket knife Amber gifted you was hidden.

Tears are free falling from your eyes speedily but you paid no attention to them, your only focus being on your life.

"You were meant to be mine." Amber growls from behind the door, banging against it once again. 

You flinch at the sound as you flick the blade out of its pocket, backing up against the corner wall as you sobbed quietly.

"I'm all that you need, Y/n, me. Not Liv, not Chad, not even fucking Tara; but me." Amber insisted in a raucous voice as she yelled. "You carved open my fucking heart, Y/n, you can't just leave me to bleed!" 

Your heart is going a hundred miles per hour as your hand becomes shaky, the small knife with Amber's and your initials on the blade shakes.

"Y/n!" She screams in a guttural rage, leaning her forehead against the door from the other side. "Open the door, please." Amber whispers but is loud enough that you hear it.

"Y/n, open the door." She begs again in a pleading voice, her own voice becoming shaky.

You frowned at her hurt voice as you unconsciously took a step closer to the door.

"Y/n, can we not fight anymore, please?" Amber whimpers, making your heart crack at her voice. 

You shake your head as you try to force yourself to stop getting closer to the door. You know she's only doing this to make you open the door, yet you still can't help but feel bad. 

"Please, baby, can we not fight anymore? I get that you're scared and that's my fault, and I'm so sorry, Y/n." You don't say anything as you remain frozen in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.

"I've been there, feeling the guilt, I was there with you, remember? Do you really think I haven't been feeling horrible about it too?" Amber wailed from behind the door, her voice cracking.

Amber has been feeling guilty about it? You thought she didn't care?

"I can set you free, Y/n. From all the guilt and pain. I know how to." Amber states making your eyes widen in hope. She could make you feel better?

You're silent as you try to process her words, something Amber sees as a sign of rejection.

"Y/n, don't make me come in there." Amber says, her voice becoming louder and angrier the more she spoke. "I'm gonna count to three and if you don't open this fucking door I won't help you." She yells banging the door once again to emphasise her point.

You don't want that, you want Amber's help, if she wouldn't lie to you again, would she?

Wordlessly, you quietly walk over to the door, unlocking it as fresh tears still flow down your cheeks.

Amber immediately opened the door as her eyes locked with yours, her furious expression fading away. 

"You opened the door." She says breathlessly as she takes a step closer to you, her eyes averting  from yours to the knife in your hand.

You nod your head slowly as you drop the knife, your heart beating for Amber and Amber only now.

"Will you help me?" You croak out in a strangled voice. Amber nods her head as she smiles at you, placing a hand on her cheek just as she did earlier, the blood under her nose dripping onto her shirt but she didn't care.

"I'd do anything for you, baby, you're mine and I love you with all my soul and heart." Amber says as she uses her free hand to grab yours, interlocking your fingers together. "We're meant to be." She insists with her crooked smile.

You look down at your hands noticing the bruises on Amber's knuckles along with a few healed cuts. 

God, you caused that. You might've hated Amber but you also loved her. 

"Say it." Amber asked as she tugged your cheek making you look at her with tearful eyes. "Say you're meant to be mine." 

You swallow nervously as you gazed into Amber's dark eyes, blinded by her beauty and soft words.

"Meant to be yours."

[tsuteychubbyhumanmate]

Sisterhood.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader

Summary: When your sisters, well fake sisters, Nastash and Yelena ask for your help to destroy the man and place that took everything from you before your life began, you happily agree to join but your husband, didn't know why and didn't care. He forbid you to go, you don't take orders well.

Warning: Aust, Fluff, Arguments, Black widow spoilers, Grabic fighting, Dark past, Making up, Near death experience.

A/n: I never did anything like this so be gentle with me lol, I hope it comes out alright. It took a while because I had to watch the movie step by step as I had things going on so I hope it was worth the wait so im sorry if it sucks

" I need to go! It's a family emergency!" you argued as you stuffed clothes into the backpack, growing annoyed as your newly wedded husband; Namor took some out "No. you never told me much about your family and I don't trust those surface dwellers." you stopped and glared at him "I'm a "surface dweller" mind you." you air quoted what he said "I forbid you to go." he declared "Forbid me?" you questioned in disbelief "You forbid me?!" You repeated outraged.

Everything in you desired to yell and shout at him but you had to play this smart, you couldn't waste more time. Taking a breath "Fine. Let's just go to bed yeah?" you spoke in a defended tone, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn't resist, Namor just laid his forehead against yours "I love you Luciérnaga. (firefly)" he kissed you, you kissed back already feeling guilty but your sisters need you "I love you too" you smiled and began to get ready for bed. You opened your eyes and looked at your dead sleep husband, you quietly snatched your old suit, a few clothes and walked into your walk-in pantry, pulling down a fake cereal box, your closet of weapons showed, you grabbed your two pistols and throwing knives, and keys to the car and stuffing them in the large backpack. You left a note saying that you would be back and not to worry although you knew that was pointless he would worry but worth a shot, you signed your name, and a I love you and left.

You stared at your GPS 'Well she said to meet her here' you got out of the vehicle and into the ever-going meadow, after a good 20-minute walk, you see a man with two women one with red hair and the other blonde standing in front of a helicopter, you recognized them almost immediately with tears in your eyes "Natasha! Yelena!" you called out, their heads snapped to your direction as you run closer, you could see a smile on Natasha's face and shock and disbelief on Yelenas. See their faces brought up the only few good memories of your childhood. The fake holiday photos, the whistling that you shared, playing with other kids, lessons you learn as a normal kid would, Melina and Alexel, your mother and father, Natasha and Yelena, your older and younger sisters. When you made it to them, you hugged Yelena, and she stood there before she hugged you back "Sister." she whispered, you almost couldn't hear her "Сестра, я скучал по тебе. (sister, I have missed you)" you whispered and rubbed her back. "What about me?" Natasha joked "Not so much. You were too busy playing hero." you teased back, letting go of Yelena "So, who's ass we're gonna kick?" you questioned looking between your sisters "Actually we're broking Alexei out of prison." Natasha corrected you.

You got ready in the white combat suit that Natasha give you, as you were fastening the belt you catch a glance of the ring that bounded you to namor and you placed a kiss on it before putting your wedding ring into your pocket for safekeeping. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed a rope on the other side of the helicopter, both you and Natasha swung down while she landed in a pose, 'God, such a poser' you rolled your eyes and kicked one of the guards off the narrow walkway before landing on your feet. Another guard rushed to you to avenge his fallen coworker just as your feet hit the walkway, quickly you delivered an around-house kick to his side, slamming him into the railing, and the two other guards on your side ran to you, fists and guns raised when you heard a "Duck!" coming from behind you, and you dropped to your knees, to see a rope with a big metal clip bang into their heads, knocking them out. Four Guards ran out the door to you, the first wheeled his arm back and swung his fist forward, you leaned back avoiding the punch, and grabbed his arm moving him to the side which gave you an opening, you kicked him three times in the left side of his torso and then to the stomach sending him flying into his coworker behind him, they tumbled like bowling pins.

The two left blocked both sides and you smirked, you could already see the fear resonating inside them, you almost felt bad. Almost.

Not wasting a second you ran to the one on your right, and as he readied himself for your attack, you slide underneath his legs and used one of your knives to slash his ankle you, threw your knife into his back, and his face hit the metal walkway, the other jolted his foot out coming towards your face, he missed. You rolled away and lifted yourself on your knees, and just as he tried to kick you again you swapped his feet from below him as he fell to his knees you punched him in the face, his head banged into the railing hard and he collapsed cold. You went to get up but you immediately squatted down as the helicopter lowered almost hitting you and Nat, who began to yell at Yelena, to which your younger sister just did a thumbs up.

You and your older sister continue to fight the seaming endless prison guards waiting for Alexei to get to your level. You punched your final guy three times In the face and pushed him over the rail, who was honestly your best friend in this prison broke, you stop dead in your tracks at the sound of a rocket launcher being shot and ice breaking, you didn't even look to the mountains to confirm your suspicion. You turn to Natasha "Nat! We have to go now! Or else we'll be buried alive!" you shouted over panicked screams, Natasha kicked a guard in the face before turning to you "Go! I'll get Alexei!" She shouted back "Are you sure?!" she nodded. You grabbed your rope, climbed up, and into the helicopter, you took a sharp inhale as you sat beside Yelena and put on the headgear anxiety gripping your heart for your sister and father as you watched as snow began to flow down to the Russian prison.

Natasha quickly grabbed the rope and secured herself to it as Yelena turned around and flew the copter to the walkway level, you sighed in relief as both you and your sister looked down, Natasha was able to get Alexei as the copter flew upwards, Yelena laughed and smiled, you giggled as you high fived each other. Natasha and Alexel climbed into the helicopter. Nat stood up and walked towards you, putting on headgear as Alexei cursed the prison Russian before closing the door of the old copter, "oh, I'm so proud of you girls." he spoke after catching his breath standing beside Natasha, though neither of you replied, "Oh, you can't hear me, huh?" he said loudly, laughing he grabbed a headset for his own "Wow" he started but didn't get to finish as Yelena backhanded him the face.

"Okay," he groaned"Why the aggression, huh?" he looked at Yelena "is it your time of the mouth?" God, you hated that fucking question "We don't get periods fuckface. We don't have uteruses." you answered for her, your blood boiling with anger but your voice was calm despite this "Or ovaries." Natasha added, Alexei looked between you three "Yeah, That's what happens when the Red room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out all of your reproductive organs." Yelena turned around and gestured with her hands "They just get right in there and they chop them all away. Everything out, so you can't have babies." "Okay, Okay, Okay! Okay!" Alexei cut her off not bothering to hide his disgust.

"You don't have to get so clinical and nasty." he spoke sitting down on the chair closest to you "Oh, well, I was about to talk about fallopian tubes but okay." She replies, you smiled and shook your head, looking out the window finding this conversation amusing. "It means so much to me that you came back for me." "No. No. You're gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room." Natasha spoke up "Whoa, look at you, huh? All business." Alexei looked at Natasha "Trust me, this isn't pleasure." she rolled her eyes "Little Natasha, all indoctrinated into the Western agenda." he looked at you three again before his focus went onto your older sister "I chose to go west to become an Avenger, 'cause they treated me like family." She defended herself, refusing to look at her 'Father' "Really? Family? Well, where are they now." Alexei asked, knowing full well what happened. You pursed your lips and continued to look out the window with a glare as Yelena quietly looked at your sister "Where is that family now?" his eyes bored into her "Tell me where the red room is." She fired, her hand gripping the wall behind the driver's seat.

"I have no idea." you and Yelena just scoffed, Natasha finally looked at him, took off the headset, ripped Alexei's off, and sat across from him, "Come on. You and Dreykov we're like..." "Dreykov? General Dreykov, my friend, huh? Gives me glory...Soviet union's first and only super soldier. I could have been more famous than Captain America. Then he buries me in Ohio on that stupid mission" He looked at you and Yelena as you both looked back at him "Three years! So tedious, boring me to tears." You looked straightforward with your fist tightened, fighting the urge to go back there and punch him in the face "No offense, huh?" you rolled your eyes 'yeah like that would make it better' Yelena just shook her head "Then puts me in prison for the rest of my life. Why huh? Why? Why would he put me in...You know why? 'Cause, maybe I want to talk about the withering of the state. Or maybe I don't like his hair or something and I say something casually about that. Maybe you know, I want the Party to feel actually like a party instead of this sourpuss organization. But instead, no. He puts me in prison for the rest of my life. He just runs off and hides, huh?" he finished his 'sad' sob story kicking the toolbox close to him like a child "I'm not even the who, uh, you know..." he quickly pointed at Natasha "I'm not the one who killed his daughter." he said "Can we throw him out the fucking window now?" you asked, already done with his bullshit, "I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude." Nat answered, "All right." Yelena nodded "Почему бы не спросить Мелину, где он? (Why not ask Melinda where it is?)" Alexei suggested snarkily speaking over your younger sister "Wait, Mom Melina?" Yelena looked back at him, with shock "We thought she was dead." You and Natasha looked at him to which he scoffed "You cannot kill a fox that swift." he smirked.

"Ew." you whispered under your breath "She was the scientist, the strategist I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did." he informed you "She is working for the Red Room present day?" Natasha asked and leaned forward to see if he was telling the truth "She works remotely outside St. Petersburg." Alexei confirmed. "I don't think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg." Yelena doubted "No. We're good we'll make it." just like Yelena said the copter fall to the ground, and she was to get it down safely. You sighed as you pushed the heavy door out your way, Natasha, Yelena, and Alexei following you out fields of purple flowers, grass, and trees were all you could see "You should've brought the Avengers superjet." Alexei told Natasha, you glared at him before walking away with your sisters, you swear if he said one more thing you were gonna kick him where the sun don't shine, and then in the face "I swear, if you I hear one more word from him, I will kick him in the face." She spat, thinking the same as you unknowingly "He's the worst." you chuckled "Natasha." Alexei called out "Natasha. Natasha. Come here, I want to ask you something" he beckoned her, you walked farther ahead you didn't want to hear his stupid voice.

Yelena and you stopped and turned around as Natasha's voice raised in volume "What is with this tension?" Alexei questioned, sounding like a kicked puppy "Did I do something wrong?" he really was so stupid and an ignorant, selfish prick "Is that a serious question?" You asked, "I only ever loved you, girls. I did my best to make sure you would succeed. To achieve your fullest and everything worked out." Alexei spoke up like a disappointed father "Everything worked out?" Natasha asked sarcastically "Yes. For you, yes. We accomplished our mission in Ohio. (Y/n) you went on to become the deadliest and most ruthless black widow in the world. Yelena, you went on to become one of the greatest child assassin, and Natasha, not just a spy not just toppling regimes and destroying Empires from within but an Avenger. You three have killed so many people. Your ledgers must be dripping, just gushing red." he pulled you three into a group hug " I couldn't be more proud of you." you pushed him off you, and walked off Natasha didn't hesitate to do the same, Yelena let him hug her a bit more before stalking off to her bigger sisters.

After an hour of walking, you made it to a barged gated sanctuary where your mom stood with a sniper rifle, she took a minute to look between all four of you "Honey, we're home." Alexei smiled, silently she made it to her house Alexei began to follow her "Come on, girls." you and your sisters followed them "Welcome to my humble boat." Melina opened the door and walked through "Make yourself at home." you nodded at looked around the cozy house "Let's have a drink." She sighed as she put away the rifle. You and Yelena sat down beside each other at the dining table, Natasha and Melina sat down not too long ago as you hear Alexei grunting in the bathroom, you wished you could be anywhere besides here right now. you rather be dick down than sit in this awkward atmosphere "Let's drink." your mother suggested grabbing the bottle of alcohol. The sound of a bathroom door opening and Alexei clearing his throat brought your attention to him, you wish you hadn't "Still fits." Melina wolf-whistled and clapped officially traumatizing you "I never washed it once" she admitted, "Come drink." he sat down "Family. Back together again." he smiled looking at his 'family' through Melina corrected him, that they shouldn't use that term anymore "Agreed so here's what's going to happen..." "Okay. A reunion then, huh?" Your dad cut off Natasha reaching over to grab the tub of strawberries

"I want to say something right off the bat. You have an age today huh? You're just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage." you shot down your drink, you wanted it felt something other than the absolute disgust within "You got fat. But still good." She flirted as Alexei chuckled " I just got out of prison first. I, uh..." he looked at you three before looking back at Melina " I have a lot of energy." he admitted suggestively "Oh!" she gasped "Please don't do that." Natasha spoke up for the three of you before getting down to business "so, here's what's going to happen." "Natasha, down slouch." Melina scolded her.

"I'm not slouching." she straightened her back like she wasn't "Yes, yes you are." " I don't slouch" Natasha defended herself pitifully "You're going to have a back hunch." Melina gestured with her body. You watched the scene with a small smile for a nonfamily you guys sure acted like one "Listen to your mother." Alexei added "All right enough. All of you" Nat looked at both you and Yelena "We didn't say anything." you started, your smile gone "That's not fair." Yelena continued "Here's what's going to happen..." Natasha started again "I don't want any food." Yelena said as Melina piled food onto yours and her plate "Eat a little something, (Y/n), Yelena, for God's sake." your mother scolded you two "You're going to tell us the location of the Red room." Natasha finished "You know, it's like when you told them that they could stay up late to catch Santa Clause," She said tearfully looking at Alexei " what that was fun. You know, "he come down to the chimney girls. lookout. Where is he?" You wait for him, and then when the cookies are gone, you see he's there. I want them to follow their dreams." "No good." Melina shook her head "Reach for the stars girls." he said loudly "Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. It's unfinished business." Natasha said seriously "You can't defend a man who commands the very well of others." Melina finally answered got up and came back with a tablet "Come in." she said to what looked like no particular then the door opened and a pig walks.

"Did that pig? Just walk in here, I'm not just seeing things, y'all saw it too?" "Yes. It did." Melina spoke keeping her eyes on the pig, and proceeded to use mind control on it, forcing it to stop breathing. You looked away, gripping your silver spoon, you couldn't, didn't want to watch, she helped the man who used you and your sisters, mother, and girls to do his dirty bidding, She unknowingly used that on all three of you.

"The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled," she said after dismissing 'Alexei' the pig "Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe." she poured herself a drink "And do you know who they test it on?" Yelena asked stoically "Hmm...No that's not my department." Melina looked at her "Don't lie to them. hmm?" Alexei watched as Melina poured him a drink "I'm not lying." "You're Dreykov's architect, huh?" "Where were you? If I was his architect you were his partner. You were his business partner" Your parents began to argue "Shut up! You are an idiot." Natasha spat at Alexei "And you're a coward." She turned to Melina " You're a coward." Nat repeated "And our family was never real, so there's nothing to hold on to. We're moving on" Your gaze snapped to her "Never family, huh? In my heart, I am a simple man. And I think that for a couple deep undercover Russian agents, I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?" Alexei said, "Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection." Melina agreed "Who cares? That wasn't real." Natasha shook her head, on the verge of tears "What?" Yelena looked at her, hurting betrayal in her eyes.

"Don't say that." you finally spoke up, causing the whole table to look at you " It was real. It was real to me." Yelena said shaky, pointing to herself "You are my mother." she gestured and looked at Melina "You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake and none of you told me. And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe?" Yelena paused "That was us. That was me." Melina looked at her shocked, Yelena's stare switched between Natasha and you "You both got out. Dreykov made sure no one else could escape. Gonna say anything Natasha?" she asked glaring at your older sister "No." she nodded and grabbed the whiskey bottle and stormed off.

"I had no idea" your mother looked from her lap to Alexei "It's okay, it's okay. I'll talk to her." he grabbed his helmet off from the floor and walked the way, Yelena went. Natasha got up and walked toward the weaponry pantry, declaring she do it herself as you and Melina remained at the table "Don't, you wouldn't survive." Melina called after her "I wish I could believe that you cared." Natasha answer back "But you're not even the first mother that abandoned me." you rolled your eyes as you walked to your sister, your mother by your side "No, you weren't abandoned." Melina said, "You were selected by a program, that assessed the genetic potential in infants." Natasha looked at her in shock as you just leaned against the wall bookshelves behind your mother with only thoughts wringing that fat fucks neck like you always wanted to and to be home, with Namor, in his arms, he must be so worried and probably pissed at you. You can't keep lying to him after this is done, you'll tell him everything. He deserves to know, he deserved to know a long time ago the night he found you on the beach with wounds bleeding out, the night you escape. Black widows came from all directions, and you killed every. single. one you wasn't called the deadliest and ruthless black widow for nothing. When you had finally made it safely, exhaustion and pain dig their claws into you, and dragged you down into the sand, you were sure of yourself that it was that, you were gonna die there cold, and alone but your fish man saw you, took pity on you, nurse you back to health. Sealing your fate with him.

You finally came to reality when Natasha pulled you into the pantry and went over her and Melina's plan, she handed you an earpiece and Melina give you a run down on what to expect. You couldn't wait to fuck up those bastards, All you had to do is let yourself get caught.

You groan and shook your head, feeling sluggish from the sedatives, the cell you're held in was somewhat completely White except for the red bed and black floor, the door was made out of pure glass, you looked at the vents that your mother said would be exactly there. You grabbed the throwing knives that Natasha put in your pocket and throw one in between one of the little cracks in the ceiling, with such force it swung open. You picked out the dropped knife and walked onto your cell bed, you grabbed the side on the open vent and took a deep breath as you exiled, you jumped and swung yourself upwards into the metal Airway once landing in a crouch, you quickly reached down and closed the vent. 'just keep going until you find a two-way and make a left, Yelena should be getting surgery, I have Natasha put a knife in her pocket but get to her as fast as possible.' your mother's words ring out, you got there in only a minute, the vent overlooked the surgical area where Yelena lied strapped to a stretcher, you just needed to wait for the moment to strike "What?" Yelena asked out loud, Melina had to have told her about the blade "What are you going to do to me?" she covered up looking at a surgeon. That was your cue, you dropped down, and the harsh sound of metal crashing against the floor alerted the surgeons, wasting no time you pulled out a knife and throw it to the surgeon by the computer, the blade plunged itself into his skull, his body falls to the floor in a pool of blood, as the other surgeon stood shocked Yelena took this time to cut herself and knock him out.

"You couldn't have told me sooner?" She asked you, with a glare "I didn't have time, sorry." you shrugged as you both left the area to find the antidote "Where did he take the vials?" Yelena asked your mother, wiping away the maker on her forehead "Yeah. sure. Easy." She replied to something Melina said as you walked into a long corridor. Yelena picked up the vent and moved aside before dropping down first in a pose after she got up, you dropped down rolling your eyes "Poser." you walked past her "I'm not a poser." "You just posed." "Well i-" you shushed her, looking around the corner to a guard standing there "one up ahead," you informed her quietly " I got this." She smirked, running forward, she hooked her arm around his neck and swing her body to the side, then let him go before sweeping kicking him, knocking him cold. "Cool, right?" She panted her hands on her knees " I could have done better." you playfully teased her, griping his legs and dragging him to the touchpad and with Yelena's help put his hand on it. The doors slide open and clear cabinets filled the whole room, medication and sedatives poison any liquid form contained in them, you both looked at each side "Yelena." you called out to her pointing to the glowing red vials "Melina, we found the location of the vials." she told her, suddenly bright red lights filled the space, you took as a sign run so you did just that, Yelena by your side "Fantastic, We're heading to the widows now." "Fuck." you sighed as the room of what should have been training widows was empty, Yelena noticed a pin wall filled with weapons and grabbed one of the smoke bombs and rubber bands of the vials to it "Let's go," she said running out the other door, you following after her, you opened the door to Dreykov's office, you were about to go in there to help Natasha fight off the widows when Yelena held you back and throw the antidote into the air, the vials breaking and sprinkling down onto the windows, freeing them "Natasha," you started, dropping to your knees in front "You okay?" you pushed her hair away from her forehead, looking at the damage "I'm fine." She reassured you taking your hand and getting up with you "That looks like it hurts" Yelena wrapped her hand around the knife in Natahsa's shoulder as you help Natasha walk to her "Okay. I take out on there, ready?" Yelena asked and yanked it out "I'm sorry." She muttered as Natasha screamed out in pain "Mitä me teemme nyt? (What do we do now?)." a widow asked in Finnish between you and your sisters "You live." you spoke looking at every widow "And get as far away from here as possible." Natasha said, "You get to finally make your own choices now." Yelena add, the moment of peace was entreated by the sounds of explosions.

"We gotta get outta here." Natasha looked at you and Yelena "We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?" Yelena asked her "I'm right behind you," Natasha said moving to Dreykov's desk to grab something "I'll stay with her go!" you lightly pushed Yelena out to lead the free widows. You watched Nat pull out a ring and slide it against a screen in the desk drawer and type in something, put a Drive into a small box processor to download the files of the widows around the world, you groaned and winced looking away as Natasha snapped her nose back, despite killing and being around countless deaths, you couldn't stand to see your loved ones hurt "Nat." you said in a worried tone, hearing the glass break around you "Just a little bit longer." she continued to stare at the loading screen "Finally!" she quickly grabbed the Drive and you grabbed what was left over the vials and you both ran out the room but the elevator busted out fire, both of you ducked out the way and ran to the waiting room, Natasha pulled out her twin pistols and shot out the glass.

You jumped out into the sky down the red room, you reached out for the outdoor walkway rail, and as its fell from the weight of you and your older sister, you swing yourself into the open busted window from Below, Natasha following not soon after, you ran down the hallway. You granted as you slammed into a wall, having some equipment hit you, you pushed it away and ran again ducking and weaving out of the way from the falling ceilings and items "Natasha!" you screamed as she fall down the floor from a large piece of the ceiling fell on her "Go! I'll be okay!" she yelled back "fuck." you whisper, jumping on your heels debating before eventually listening to her, and jumped over the hole and continue to run down the hallway. Three of the red room's guards saw you and began to shoot at you, really even as you were failing to your deaths they still wanted to kill you? without stopping, you slipped two of your throwing knife and aimed them at the two guards, took in a breath pulled your arms back, and release the blades forward, one stuck itself into the throat on the left and the other landed into the gun's barrel, the guard didn't notice until too late as it blasted into his face, the middle guard got lucky, one bullet lunged into your shoulder but you just gritted your teeth and tackled the man out the windows. You stole a quick glance past his shoulder, the landing pad was a good 3ft drop and you were heading there fast, the guy still wanting to kill you tried to shoot you again but you knocked the gun out of his hand and used it to hit him in the head repeatedly, the ground catch up, you rolled off his body and standing up, a guard in his mind ran past you with a parachute "I'll take that." you pulled him back by the parachute and sweep him off your feet, and kicked him in the face "Okay. Where is my family?" you looked around the chaos while you put on the parachute, immediately you notice Natasha hanging off the side of a wing beside you but also Dreykov rushing into a helicopter and Yelena running to him, you ran after her as the wing began to collapse onto the landing pad, your eyes widened when you realized what she was planning Natasha caught up to you, running side by side "Yelena!" Natasha screamed out "Don't you dare do it!" You screamed out "This was fun!" Yelena yelled back with a smile "No!" you and Natasha yelled but like Yelena, she didn't listen at plugged her staff into the engine of the helicopter causing it to blow up and push her back into the sky.

Natasha grabbed a randomly placed parachute and jumped "Please be okay!" you prayed, jumping with her. driving y forward you and Natasha flew through a fallen helicopter window, you two made it to her, and Natasha put on the parachute on Yelena and pulled the trigger, everything seemed still until in the corner of your eye a weirdly dressed guard was zooming towards you, Natasha pushed Yelena and you out of the andy and then flew to the ground the guard following her. You got separated from Yelena, and a large portion of a wall was coming to you without any way to pass it, you pushed yourself backward and landed on your feet on the wall, ran to the edge, and pushed off, a smaller one was behind but this time you could fly out the way. You were getting closer to the ground so you pull the trigger to your parachute and ducked and rolled onto your feet with what seemed to practice ease though you never went skydiving, you slide it off, held onto your shoulder to stop the bleeding, and walked around for your sisters amongst the fallen debris "Yelena! (Y/n)!" you heard not too far away "Natasha!!" you yelled running to where her voice was "(Y/n)!!" you smiled as you see your big sister and ran into her arms "Are you okay?" she asked hugging you tightly "just a bullet wound, nothin' major." you grinned as she fussed over "Come let's worry about that later, we need to find Yelena." she nodded "Yelena!" "There!" you pointed to her she lay in between debris, her parachute hovering over her on a fallen bar lucky she wasn't trapped, you and Natasha slide to your knees once you made it to her, Natasha shook her "Yelena?" you asked worriedly, Yelena opened her eyes looking between you and your other sister, both clouding her vision and smiled "We're upside down." she got up with a groan and turned to face you "простите меня сестры (Forgive me, sisters)" Natasha spoke "You're my sisters, it was real to me too and Yelena I should've come back for you." she cried "You don't have to say that" Yelena replied "it's okay," you added holding her hand while Yelena laid her forehead against your older sister's, you turned to look at your mother and father after hearing a grunt. All three of you stood up from oldest to youngest watching your parents make their way to you "You good?" Natasha asked Melina "I am clearly injured" your mother replied "You got something to say?" she asked Alexei "I'd just mess it up" he answered offering his hand to her which she took it. The sounds of vehicles came "Here comes the cavalry." Natasha sighed "so what's our plan?" Melina asked "You guys go. I'll stay." "That's insanity. We fight. We fight with you." Alexei spoke up "I'll hold them off." "Natasha, we fight." "We can't split up. You're so pigheaded." "You guys, go" Natasha put her feet down "Besides if it can work out with the five of us, you know, there may be some hope for the Avengers. little bit." she smiled "If you're leaving take this." Yelena took off her vest "I know how much you like it." "Shucks" Natasha laughed "He had widows implanted all over the world," you informed Yelena "Mother will need to copy the formula" you handed her the vials "You should be the one to tell 'em it's over" Natasha nodded to her suddenly the sound of a jet engine landed before your family.

The widows you freed earlier stepped out, walking to Yelena "You came back for us." Yelena looked at them "Мы бы не оставили вас позади. (We wouldn't leave you behind)" one of them said and Yelena walked through the sea of former black widows, touching their hands as she walked by "Thank you." you smiled whistling goodbye Natasha, Yelena shortly joining in, after a minute, a second Natasha whistle back and You, Yelena and parents aborted the jet, you didn't know it but this would be the last time you saw your older sister.

You groaned, holding onto your bandage shoulder, everything ached and hurt, your feet felt like you are walking on glass, and your knees buckled a few times as you walked to the beach house that you shared with your husband, you felt such a relief once you saw it you can't wait to take a shower blood and dirt caked on your face and body but the relief turn to frightfulness as you watched as Namor storm off the porch into you "Baby i-i promise to ever run off like that and I'll tell you everythi—" you started once he stood before you, his hands grabbing you face and pulled you in a kiss full of emotion worry, relief, and love. Tears filled your closed eyes the whole time you acted like you weren't scared but you were, scared you'd never see him again "Do not worry about anything, I'm glad you're back and you can tell me everything once you're ready." he laid his forehead against yours.

"Let's go home In yakunaj."

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[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

the foundations of decay

day 16 whumptober prompt: necrosis | wound cleaning | “no, i can’t feel anything” 

“does this hurt neil?”

abby’s sweet voice grates on his nerves, leaving him feeling vulnerable and weak, as most things do these days

he stares at the mangled remains of his right leg, resting on top of the bed, surrounded by bloodied bandages, stares at the cleaning kit by abby’s side, at the bottle of painkillers and antibiotics laying carelessly at the end of the bed

his fingers curl into fists, hidden by the throw blanket around his shoulders that tries and fails to give him comfort

he stares at the dead skin and the useless tissue and the violence left by nathan’s knives

the violence left by his own father’s hands

abby was there when the doctors told him there was no point in keeping a leg in such a bad condition, with so little blood supply, nerves severed, muscles ripped away from bone, tendons and ligaments so torn they couldn’t be able to work

abby was there when neil refused to give up so easily

abby was there agreeing with the doctor

she knew about it all 

she knew better than to ask

she stopped scraping at the open and ugly and raw wound, at the clotted blood and the dirty sponges supposed to help with recovery

neil was starting to lose hope there was anything left to recover

all there was was vermin and decay and rot and the smell of death

“neil?”

the tissue would be better off dead and gone and missing

maybe it would be easier to accept 

maybe it would be easier to let go

“no, it doesn’t hurt, i can’t feel anything”

he ignores the sadness that grief that crosses over abby’s face, keeping his gaze on the sad excuse of a leg

maybe he should chop it off himself, finish the job

with his luck he might just bleed out and do everyone the favor

sorry this is short and kinda shity, if you've seen the news, i've had a bad day trying to cope with the loss of someone i never met but who played a very big part in shaping me through my teens, and grieve his downfall, his lost opportunities to improve and be a better man and ask for forgiveness and do things to deserve that forgiveness, the way he lost himself ik i didn't actually know him, ik there is no excuse for abuse, but i still grieve for him and his family, and most of all the 16 year old boy who went back stronger than before, in order to prove those who didn't believe in him wrong sorry yall don't wanna hear this, i know, i just really needed to vent a bit, let me know if it's bothersome and i'll just delete it title from the song by my chemical romance

[michelleleewise]

Eternity

Pairing: V! Loki x V! Reader x V! Bucky

Warnings: moderate graphic violence, mentions if blood and dismemberment, swearing, knives, yelling, minor character death, smut (p in v), anal play, threesome, double penatration, unprotected sex, oral (female recieving), MM smut (making out), slash, NSFW, 18+ only, graphic smut.

Summary: the threw of you finally come face to face with Odin......

A/n- aaahhh!!! Here we are....the end!!! Thank you all so much for reading, commenting, reblogging, all the things!! You are all absolutely amazing!!! Love you all and please heed the warnings!!!! 💚💚

Finale part one -- Finale part two-

You ran as fast as you could, the bad feeling in the pit of your stomach was getting worse the longer you were away from Loki. "Come on james, somethings wrong!" You yelled behind you, willing you feet to move faster when you saw Loki ahead, slowly circling another man..."Odin." You whispered, running nearer hearing them talking "I told you my son.." Odin started "I am not your son!" Loki yelled, his fingers digging into the hilt of his dagger "you made me this....thing! I never wanted any of this!" He continued, his eyes flashing red "stop being a child! I gave you a gift!" Odin yelled back.

"This is no gift!" Loki yelled pacing around him as you and James stepped up next to him. "Ah...I see you brought your whore with you." Odin sneered glaring at you "what did you say?" You asked, trying to walk to him as Loki and James grabbed your arms "does she know?" Odin asked looking at Loki. "That you murdered my betrothed...yes she knows." Loki said "it was a shame really, she was quite lovely, this one is so....homely." Odin sneered. "I'm gonna rip his throat out." You gritted trying to pull yourself free. "You must have been truly desperate." Odin sneered, smiling at you. "You son of a.." you were cut off as Loki pulled you to him "stop! He's trying to get under you skin." Loki said making you look at him. He pressed his forehead to yours whispering "let's end this." You nodded, gripping your daggers as you backed up, eyeing odin.

"And an obedient little bitch too." Odin snarked. "Enough!" Loki yelled circling to the left, you going right. "I may spend eternity as this.." loki said waving his arm up and down "but you will not live to see another moon." Loki said pointing his dagger at him. "We'll see about that." Odin said, pulling out a set of daggers, his eyes not leaving loki "well come on then old man." Loki sneered as him and Odin ran at eachother, metal meeting metal as sparks flew through the air. You and James looking at eachother waiting when Odin's fist connected with Loki's jaw sending him to the ground.

"You had such potential." Odin said walking around him "all wasted on some useless cunt." He growled, kicking Loki in the stomach hard when you lunged forward, swinging your dagger at him as he ducked, grabbing your wrist twisting your arm behind you, pulling you to his chest pushing your arm up making you wince. "Mmm...you are fiesty." He hummed, burying his nose in your hair "maybe I'll have a taste and see what makes you so special." He purred on your ear licking the side of your face when he was suddenly pulled from you, looking back seeing James's fist meeting Odin's chin, sending him off balance when Loki jumped up, kicking him in the chest sending him to the ground. "You will not touch her!" Loki yelled, grabbing his arm, bringing his dagger down on his wrist severing his hand.

Odin's scream echoed through the night as he cradled his arm to his chest "why are you doinf this? haven't I given you everything!?" Odin yelled rolling to his stomach "all I have ever wanted, was you and thor dead at my feet!" Loki yelled, his boot connecting with Odin's face sending him rolling, landing on his back as Loki walked over, towering over him "you took everything from me." Loki growled, stepping over him, dropping down to his knees pinning Odin's arms down "my life..." he gritted, leaning over cutting off his other hand off, Odin's screams filling the air. "My family...." Loki said as you and James walked to Odin's feet, slicing through them hearing him wail. Loki leaned down to Odin's ear, gripping his dagger "my love..." he snarled, digging the dagger into his neck, hearing odin choking as Loki leaned back, his other dagger poised to strike "see you in hell...monster!" He yelled, plunging his dagger into Odin's chest.

"Loki!" You yelled, pointing towards the horizon seeing the sun begjn to rise "you two, get to the house, now!" Loki yelled standing up "we aren't leaving you!" James said grabbing Loki's arm "I will be right behind you...now go!" Loki yelled pushing James off of him "you better be!" You yelled, Loki's eyes meeting yours "I swear, now please..go!' He said sternly as you grabbed James hand running towards the house. Loki walked over, pulling his daggers from Odin's body watching him squirm "don't leave me here...please son.." Odin eeked out as loki leaned over him "I'm not....your son." He growled, digging his daggers onto his shoulders, pushing through to the ground beneath pinning him in place.

Loki stumbled back, seeing the sun coming up he ran as fast as he could towards the house, the ground starting to lighten when he heard Odin screaming, smiling as he neared the house knowing that it was finally over when something knocked him off balance, making him tumble to the ground. He looked up seeing fandral, a crazed look in his eyes, blood dripping from his head as he stalked towards Loki "you think you could kill me that easily?" Fandral growled, digging his knee into Loki's back, shoving his head down into the dirt. Loki closed his eyes, feeling the dagger digging into his throat. He was ready, peace over coming him as he heard Odin's screams cease knowing he was soon to join him.

"Loki! Get up!" He heard your voice echo through his mind. Was he already dead? He thought to himself as he felt the weight on his back slide off of him, looking over seeing the knife lodged in fandrals chest "Loki!" He heard you again, looking up seeing you and James running towards him "y/n.." he trailed off, trying to get to his feet, pain radiating through him as he fell back to his knees "come on! Get up!" You yelled again, coming to his side grabbing his arm, James grabbing the other "you..you have to go." Loki sighed, the sky getting brighter "not without you...if you die, we die." You said, Loki's eyes shooting to yours then James's "we're in this together Loki, now on your feet!" James said, taking the brunt of Loki's weight as you hauled him up, quickly making it to the house

"hurry, get him in." You told James as he helped him into the window before hauling himself up, reaching out pulling you inside, quickly grabbing the curtains as the sun hit the window a small ray passing through burning your hand as you winced and pulled your hand back. You slumped to the floor, holding your hand seeing Loki and James on their backs next to eachother "everyone ok?" You asked seeing them both nod, linking their fingers together "are you ok darling?" Loki asked lifting his head "yeah...I'll live." You said crawling over laying between them, looking at Loki seeing him smile, brushing his fingers over your cheek. You reached up, pushing his hair back taking in his appearance.

The smell of dirt and sweat clung to him, the scent of copper hitting your senses making your thighs clench "Darling..." you heard Loki say, your eyes meeting his, traveling to his lips and back "Master.." you whispered, lunging forward pressing your lips to his, your tongue diving past his parted lips heaing him moan. You licked into his mouth, tangling your hand in his hair as you lifted yourself up, throwing a leg over him straddling his hips. You pulled back looking down at him "James..." you panted as he scooted towards you. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling his lips to yours feeling Loki's hands on your hips. You sucked hard on James's lip as you pulled back hearing him groan "help me.." you panted, looking down at Loki you ripped the vambraces off his arms, the metal thudding as you threw them to the floor, watching James travel down to Loki's feet unlacing his boots.

"D..Darling...ahhhh is this a good i...idea?" Loki breathed as you leaned down, sucking hard on his neck, his grip on your waist tightening "shut up Loki.." you growled, unlatching the armor on his chest tossing it aside, your fingers hastily working to remove his leather tunic, the need to touch his skin demanding, you needed to feel him..now. you heard his boots thud against the floor before James crawled up, pressing his front to your back kissing your neck "what next master?" He purred brushing your hair to the side, tilting your head back your lips found his as you rocked your hips against Loki's feeling him harden under you "unlace his pants." You panted against James's lips, shifting your hips up to give him access as you continued to unfasten Loki's tunic, seeing his pupils blown wide as your eyes met.

Loki lifted his hips allowing James to slide his pants off, sitting up he pulled you to him biting your lip as you pulled open his tunic, dragging it down his arms. "I..I need to Loki." You breathed against his mouth. He spread his legs wide, slowly pushing you down to your back between them, your legs wrapped around his hips as he unlaced your pants. "James....get her top of." Loki growled, pulling the laces hard as James kneeled above your head, his knees on either side as his fingers worked to unfasten your tunic. "Lift up darling." Loki said as he hooked his fingers under the hem of your pants. Doing as you were told you lifted up, feeling the leather slide down your thighs before being pulled off and tossed aside, Loki's hands kneaded your thighs as James opened your tunic lifting you up to slide it down your arms, ot quickly joining your pants.

You reached up, palming James through his leather pants hearing him moan. "Come here James." Loki purred. You glanced up seeing Loki pull James to him by his collar, their lips meeting seeing Loki's tongue dip into James mouth as you continued rubbing him hearing him moan into Loki's mouth. the site alone making your pussy clench. They pulled apart, both looking down at you smiling making you shiver "she's beautiful isn't she?" Loki asked shifting to his knees hearing James hum. You felt Loki's hands move up your sides as he settled between your legs, spreading your thighs as he leaned down, his lips latching onto your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point making you arch your back, your chest pressing into his.

James leaned down, his tongue grazing your bottom lip before sliding in, tangling with yours as Loki nipped and sucked his way down, biting the swell of your breast making you gasp into James's mouth. James pulled back, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before moving down biting down on your collarbone "g..god...James..." you panted, tangling your fingers through his hair feeling his lips travel down to your other breast. Your back arched up, your thighs squeezing Loki's sides feeling their mouths on your nipples, Loki nipping one as he sucked it between his lips, James swirling his tongue around the other before his lips latched onto it sucking hard. Loki lifted off with a pop, his warm tongue traveling down your stomach as he shifted, looping his arms around your legs, nipping your inner thigh as he moved closer to where you needed him...craved him.

"L..loki..." you panted, holding James's head to your breast, his large hand spreading across your stomach holding you down when you felt Loki's tongue press into your folds, licking from your entrance to your clit making you gasp. "Aaaahhh....f..fuck...." you moaned, feeling his tongue circle your clit before latching his lips around you sucking hard. You arched up, seeing stars behind your eyelids feeling James link his fingers with yours, pulling your hand down to Loki's head, your joined fingers tangling in his hair pulling Loki into you "aaahh....L..loki.....james.....i....." you moaned, words leaving you feeling Loki's teeth nip your clit while James sucked harder on your nipple, the pain mixed with pleasure making your toes curl when James pulled off your nipple with a loud pop.

"Open yours eyes love.." James purred, his other hand cradling the back of your head as your eyes met his, the warmth in your stomach beginning to spread. "Look....see how good he's being." James breathed, pulling you up to your elbows you looked down, watching Loki's curls bounce up and down with his head, your grip tightening watching him hollow his cheeks, his teeth grazing your clit as he sucked hard, his eyes shooting up to yours feeling him hum into you. "S..shit....i....im......" you panted, tilting your head back rocking your hips with Loki's mouth "are you gonna come love?" James whispered on your ear making you shiver, the coil in your stomach about to snap "come on love...let go...let him taste you." James continued as Loki flicked his tongue against you, feeling your walls clench as you came hard feeling Loki groan, his tongue slipping down to your entrance lapping you up as your thighs trembled in his grip.

Loki licked through your folds, riding you through your high as you lowered yourself to your back, your head spinning "there's our good girl." James purred, pushing your hair off your damp forehead. Loki placed a small kiss to your clit, sitting up he leaned over grabbing James's head "you have to taste her." Loki panted. You watched James's lips part as Loki's tongue dove lnto his mouth, their tongues swirling together hearing them both moan. "Mmm....God i....I need you..." you panted, your hand running up James's thigh "both of you..." you said, seeing them pull apart nipping eachothers lips "anything for you darling." Loki said, his hand spreading across your stomach looking at James "how do you want her?" Loki asked, his long fingers working to remove James's top as you sat up unlacing his pants "wherever she wants me." James breathed closing his eyes.

You finished stripping James of his leathers, facing Loki you climbed in between them pushing Loki back on his honches, lifting your leg over him straddling him, feeling his cock pressing to your inner thigh making you groan. You reached back pulling James to you, sighing with the feeling of being between them. You felt James's fingers slide between your thighs, coating his fingers in your juices as he kissed your shoulder "relax love." He whispered into your shoulder as his fingers traveled back to your tight ring, slowly circling around it before gently pressing a finger into making you gasp, lifting your hips slightly as he worked you. "That's it...let go..." James breathed, adding another finger to his knuckle.

"Are you ready love?" James asked, positioning himself behind you, rubbing his cock through your folds gathering your wetness "y..yes....goood.....yes....." you moaned, gripping Loki's shoulders feeling James's tip at your hole. "Deep breath, I'll go slow." James said, pressing you to Loki's chest as he began to inch into you, your nails digging into Loki's shoulders as James pulled out a bit before pushing in further. Loki captured your mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue licking your lip when you felt his fingers rub circles around you clit, moaning into his mouth you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him to you gasping as James bottomed out "aaah..f...fuck y/n..." James groaned biting your shoulder.

James held himself still as Loki lifted your hips slightly, angling his cock towards your entrance, his tip rubbing through your folds as he positioned himself. "Your so warm, so....wet..." Loki groaned, slowly pressing into you. "Aaahhh..f...fuck...." you gasped, your fingers digging into Loki's hair pulling hearing him hiss. "Almost there love....your taking us so well" James cooed in your ear licking your earlobe. "I...aahh.....I can't....." you breathed, your back tensing as Loki pushed further "yes you can darling...you can take it all." He gritted, thrusting all the way in knocking the breath out of you. "See, we knew you could do it." James purred, kissing your shoulder. They both held still, letting you adjust to them when loki slowly pumped his hips earning a moan.

"Are you ready darling?" Loki asked kissing your cheek "y..yes....move p...please..." you moaned, feeling Loki slowly pull out before pressing back in as James pulled his hips back. "H....holy fuck!" You yelled, throwing your head back onto James shoulder, feeling his hands reach up cupping your breasts, his thumbs grazing your nipples as Loki's teeth nipped your pulse point "mm...your s..so tight.." Loki moaned against your skin. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling them thrusting in and out in tandem, stretching you so perfectly. The noises they were making almost making you come right then. You opened your eyes, tilting your head seeing them kissing, Loki's tongue dominating James mouth as they fucked into you. You reached back, lacing your fingers into James's hair pulling him away from Loki, pressing your tongue into his mouth feeling Loki's tongue on your neck.

"I...I can feel you squeezing me y/n..are you going to come for us?" Loki growled, snapping his hips into making you cry out. "Y...yes.....fuck......yes!" You yelled, the coil in your stomach tightening as your walls gripped Loki "f...fuck...that's it y/n..." James moaned, thrusting his hips hard "o..oh....god fuck....." you cried out "h..harder..." you moaned as they pounded into you, Loki's fingers digging into your hips holding you down when your walls fluttered and clenched around Loki, coming hard around them screaming their names to the ceiling. Your head lulled forward into Loki's shoulder as they both chased their release, moaning feeling them both twitch inside you

"w...where do you...fuck...want it love?" James asked with a hard snap of his hips "i..in me...I need it..." you panted, wrapping your arms around Loki's neck you bit down on his shoulder as they both thrust into you, holding themselves there as their cocks pulsed inside you filling you full triggering another orgasm as you drug your nails across Loki's shoulders. "Fuck...darling you are exquisite." Loki panted, pressing his forehead to yours as he and James slowly rocked into riding you through your high. "You are perfect love." James cooed, placing a soft kiss on your neck as he slowly slid out of you. You nuzzled into Loki's neck hearing him laugh "is our girl tired?" He asked, brushing your hair from your face as you nodded keeping your eyes closed. "Come James, there's a bedroom upstairs." Loki said slowly pulling out of you hearing you whimper

"its OK darling, we're going to get you cleaned up." Loki said, hooking his arms under your legs he carried you upstairs, james slowly peeked into the room to make sure the curtains were closed before Loki carried you inside, gently laying you on the bed. James sat by your head, running his fingers through your hair when Loki came back with a damp cloth, genlty running it across your skin cleaning you up before pulling a blanket over you. "Your...not going to leave are you?" You murmured, eyes still closed hearing them laugh "no darling, we aren't going anywhere." Loki said settling in the bed behind you "we will never leave love." James cooed, laying down in front of you. They both scooted closer, pressing you between them, you lifted your head onto James chest nuzzling him feeling Loki press to your back, wrapping his arm around your middle as you grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together.

"Get some rest, we have a long journey home at sundown." Loki said squeezing your hand. "I love you both, more then anything...ever." You breathed, sleep beginning to take you. "We love you too darling." Loki said kissing your shoulder "more then anything...ever." James finished, kissing the top of your head. You sighed feeling the loves of your life wrapped around you, knowing your were finally free....

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[8philip20hamilton4]

The Nightmare Phone of Screams

9th of November in 1982

10:16 PM

After watching Halloween, Casey Becker had fallen asleep on the couch. In her dream, she is faced to face with a man that has knives as fingers slowly making his way towards her. She immediately makes a run for it, causing the man to go after her with more speed. She runs out of her house, only to see her boyfriend dead, causing her to momentarily stop before pressing onwards despite the heartbreak. She is eventually tackled by the killer who caresses her cheek with a bladed finger, giving her a small cut before gutted in the stomach.

Casey screams & wakes up instantly due to her fright. She than looks around & than calms down. She is in her own home, & there was no such thing of a man having knives as fingers. The phone rings & she gets up & walking towards it. Since Steve never called her back earlier, she assumes this is him calling back now.

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is Steve's cousin."

"Oh, uh, hello. "

"Yeah, so, he fell asleep awhile ago & I was supposed to call you earlier but it slipped my mind, sorry about that."

"Oh, it's fine, though I wish Steve had called me back earlier himself."

"Yeah, Steve does what Steve does."

Casey laughs. "Yeah, that's true."

"You know, you're a good friend."

Casey blinks, confused as she thought that everyone in his family knew that she & him were dating before shrugging. "Thanks . . . I guess . . . "

"So, you got a boyfriend?"

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Why, are you trying to ask me out on a date or something-?"

"Maybe, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"You never told me your name."

Casey frowns, wondering why didn't this guy know her name yet. " . . . Why do you want to know my name?"

"I want to know who I'm looking at."

" . . . No thank you." Casey said before immediately ending the call.

She than immediately began to lock all doors & all windows. The phone rings again, causing Casey to tremble like a leaf in fear. She didn't want to answer the phone, not after the last one. She than hears a noise outside, only to see her boyfriend with a gash of blood on his head while being tied to a chair. He shook his head as a figure came up from behind with one hand latching onto his throat & the other holding a knife, pointing at the phone in her hand as it began to ring again.

Casey answers immediately while sobbing. "Please don't hurt my boyfriend, I'll do whatever you want."

"Well, how about we play a little trivia game? You answer these questions correctly, than you & your boyfriend get to live to see another day, get them wrong, & one of you dies! Or maybe I'll gut you both like a fish~"

"No please, I'll play your game."

"Good girl, now tell me, what's the name of the killer in Halloween?"

Casey was trying to calm herself down while letting out a few sniffles. "Michael Myers."

"Very good, come on now, Steve is counting on you."

More tears fell from Casey's eyes as she saw her boyfriend calling her name through the tape. "OK . . . What's the next question . . . ?"

"Who's the killer in Friday the 13th?"

Casey tried taking deep breaths but it didn't help the anxiety & desperation that she felt. "It's Jason! Jason I say!"

"Sorry, but you answered incorrectly."

"You're lying! It's Jason, I know it's Jason, I watched that movie like 20 motherf*cking times!"

"Than you should know it was Jason's mother was the original killer, Jason didn't even show up until the sequel! I'm afraid you have the wrong answer~"

"You . . . Tricked me . . ." Casey whispered in horror as she shook her head in denial of her falling for that trap.

"Lucky for you, there's still one more question left, poor little Steve, he won't be able to make it to this round's cut!"

Casey turns to see the patio lights flickered off. She hears her boyfriend scream in pain as the sound of flesh being pierced in the air. It was pure dead silence for about 30 seconds before the lights flickered on. There in the chair soon revealed the newly stabbed & gutted body of Steve Orth. She screamed in terror with the realization that her boyfriend was dead & the killer was no where to be seen.

"Now for your final question . . . Where am I?"

" . . . What . . . ?"

"Am I by the patio door, or the front door?"

"I can't . . ."

"So be it."

A chair soon crashed into the patio window as Casey shrieked before dropping the phone. She than ran to the kitchen & immediately grabbing a knife before running towards the front door. When opening it, she saw the killer right there & immediately was chased to her room, locking the door behind her. She climbs out of her window & runs in hopes of reaching safety. Unfortunately, the killer soon caught up to her, tackling her behind & knocking her head against the tree, causing her entire would to go black.

[danpuff-ao3]

Doshu, @vdoshu, wherefore art thou Doshu?

Um...all over, basically? Doing all sortsa things! And wow, your mind, friend. I am in awe. All the silliness, all the darkness, and everything between. You've written so much, and you write it so well!! So very imaginative and creative, and bold! Unafraid to explore all sorts of tropes and kinks and highly questionable content. I have big respect and big admiration. Doshu has much to offer fandom, but I've selected 7 top notch fics to start you off! (Or for you to reread, if you've ready read them 😉)

Anniversary

Harry/Tom. Rated: E. Words: 3,726. Voldemort wins. Established relationship. Unhealthy relationships. Dub-con. Referenced non-con somnophilia. Referenced war crimes. Referenced canonical child abuse. Mind games. Sleeping potions.

There’s a feather-light touch to Harry’s scar, one that lingers before trailing around the side of his face, coming to rest over his lower lip and tugging it slightly.

Harry steels himself, then opens his eyes.

“Hello, husband,” he says, facing Voldemort’s hungry gaze. “Happy anniversary.”

Clip, Ravel, Cleave

Andromeda/Bellatrix. Andromeda/Ted. Rated: E. Words: 15,151. Sibling incest. Unhealthy relationships. Toxic codependency. Dark magic. Addiction and recovery. Non-consensual pregnancy. Memory loss. Blackcest Fest 2022.

Before Andromeda met Ted, she was a Black, through and through. While years later the story was told that she’d turned her back on her family’s dark ways, in truth, nothing was so simple.

In the beginning, it was just Andromeda and Bella. And it was just the two of them until it was too much.

Fault Line

Regulus/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 9,123. Undearge. Sibling incest. Non-linear narrative. Substance abuse. Addiction. Dub-con. Unhealthy relationships. Blackcest Fest 2022.

Bloodline. Front line. Bottom line. Sirius’s life is made up of lines.  Fault line: The crack running through his family. The fracture in his conscience.

Sirius may have crossed a few lines before he ran away, back when he was a Black. But he can’t ever take back those actions, and would much rather forget them entirely.

Regulus will never let him forget.

Leathers and Lace

Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 7,654. Professional Quidditch. Injury recovery. Getting together. Idiots in love.

Things were much less complicated when Wood played for a different team.

Leftovers

Harry/Slug. Rated: E. Words: 2,988. Crack treated seriously. Horror. Extreme dub-con. Bestiality. Captivity. Cannibalism (if you squint.) Open ending. (un)Holy dead dove. 💀

The darkness is vast, unchanging, empty.

Harry takes his time, feeling the air around him, dragging his bare feet along the smooth ground in the hope that if there is something here, he doesn’t miss finding it.

After a long expanse of time, filled with painstakingly slow exploration, he finds nothing.

Instead, it finds him.

Seldom Used, To Date

Harry/Tom. Rated: E. Words: 3,142. Slice of life. Murder husbands. Knifeplay. Bloodplay. Scarification. Ritual magic. Minister Tom.

Harry finally takes Tom to task over his ‘frankly ridiculous’ collection of ritual knives.

Tom has a few things to say as well.

Zabini's Zucchini

Blaise/Ron. Rated: E. Words: 7,226. Crack treated seriously. Hogwarts 8th year. Non-linear narrative. Daddy kink. Food as sex toys. Voyeurism.

There have been rumours about Zabini's massive zucchini. Ron Weasley needs to investigate.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

[luzon-dove]

Oedipus Anon: I hope your move went smoothly. Also, would you share some Saverem headcanons? Thank you.

only a couple of lumps and bumps anon, thanks!

saverem headcanons. mm.

i think that after everything, after knives is dead and so is the people's conception of the humanoid typhoon, vash starts calling himself saverem. the practice of western-style monikers has died out and calling himself "the stampede" gets funny looks at bars, like, "sure you are. been reading too many of those old wives' tales, yeah?" so vash searches his very long memory for a last name to steal. there's his silly, long-ass alkalinella name but maybe he rotates through a bunch of different ones. stryfe, for a while. tries out wolfwood in the safety of his own brain and flinches violently away. thompson never stuck and vash, sentimental fool that he is, wants something meaningful. in the end he calls himself "saverem" and while no one remembers the woman he considered his, vash remembers, and in his memory she is forever, eternally, young.

i think knives, in the long years after the fall, sat alone at that piano and relearned every piano song he knew as a solo tune. he approximates 4-hand songs as best as he can, skipping a note here, adjusting a glissando there, wracking his brain for the snatches of music theory he remembers. but i also think that vash was always the "better" piano player between them, in that while knives could play in a way that was technically flawless, vash had an intuition for the music that was instinctual and fascinating and lovely, so all of knives's songs ring hollow for the next several years. when he finally manages to play something beautiful it's the most mournful song in the world.

i haven't read much of rem's backstory from trimax, but i think that woman really and truly loved her kids. this maybe isn't a huge one. but i think she loved her kids and was perplexed by them in equal measure, stymied often but always, always doing her damn best. i think if someone told her that they would rip each other to shreds after her death, she would have cried, and i think she would have done her best to prevent that future. i think she would have failed. but i think it would have mattered to knives, if she'd had, even if he spend nights pretending to sleep but thinking, always thinking, of how his mother was a dirty hypocrite who loved him anyway.

as for tesla--

i think, had tesla been around but something else precipitated the big fall, had the stragglers of humanity still been forced to drag themselves to survival kicking and screaming on a planet unsuited to them, she would have been there for her little brothers. i don't know if she'd be cold like nai grows to be or soft on purpose the way vash is. but i think she would have tried to be kind, and i think she would have suffered for it. it would have broken her in some ways. but i think maybe the twins wouldn't have parted if there had been someone who loved both of them.

i also think nai would have tried to eat her. such is the way of things.

[dogmovesout]

closed starter for @howromantic location: coffee shop

When he first returned from the dead, Tristan had taken at least somewhat a bit of care at trying to remain within the shadows. Sure, he had gone off and immediately started threatening the people from his old life and tried to arrange the murder of his ex-wife - but he had at least only come out at night and watched his back every time he did leave Oogie’s spare hideaway apartment. But after the months had passed and no one had managed to really get to him at all, his confidence began to grow. Enough so that he felt completely fine actually going out and about around the island in the broad daylight again. Of course, he always had his gun and a few knives on his person, ready for any potential threat to his new found life - but so far he hadn’t needed any of it.

The coffee shop was one of his more frequent stops, enough so that the baristas and cashiers were starting to remember him. It probably wasn’t smart, becoming a regular anywhere, but a spiked triple espresso was one of the only things that really ever helped with his hangovers anymore. And getting that cure was worth any risk of exposing himself a bit too much. Normally Tristan was a grab and go kind of guy, but on occasion there would be something that caught his eye and made staying in the shop for a bit worthwhile. And today that something was actually a someone, a familiar blonde that he’d never actually met before but had been gifted pictures of every year since she had been born. The smart thing to do would be to leave, to rush out of there before she had any chance of seeing him - but Tristan Tramp had never been known to be an intellectual. Besides, maybe it was about time he finally ripped the bandaid off and faced the mess of his secret triplet children.

“Marie? Marie Bonfamille, that’s you right?” he only somewhat hesitantly asks as he approaches her. Though the moment her head snaps up and she’s looking at Tristan, he knows for absolute certainty that is indeed his daughter. For a moment he debates what to do, whether to act like he knew she and her brothers were on the isle or pretend like this is all news to him. And though he knows it can easily be fact checked against his other children, the safest bet seems to play the ignorance route. “Holy shit. It really is you. What - what are you doing here? I thought you were in France with your mother and brothers?” A pause as he shakes his head, grinning in wonder as if this is all the best news he’s ever heard. It’s a bit of an act, but one he can pull off well considering he is indeed actually excited to finally be meeting her. “Oh shit, I’m probably freaking you the fuck out, aren’t I? I’m Tristan. Tristan Tramp… your father.” Whether any of his family had told the triplets that he was back to life, he didn’t know, but they’re about to be brought into the loop if not.

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[ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. (Daemyra prompt)

Rated E. Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

Can be read as stand alone or as part of the fic Black Venom.

It was too late when she understood it was a trap. 

It wasn’t her conclusion as a text arrived after Daemon notified her he entered the building. 

2022/09/09 08:16 p.m. 

Did you say goodbye to your dog? Because today was the last time you saw him alive.

J. Lannister

It was a trap. 

Lannister wasn’t supposed to know Daemon was coming for him. 

Daemon was one of the best assassins. 

But he wasn’t untouchable. 

He was a human. 

And if Lannister knew, he made sure to prepare. 

So she sent him there, into the trap. 

She believed in Daemon, but deep down she knew right away that she would never see him again. 

She stared at the window, with a city in full view, illuminated by night light, feeling numb and stupid. She never felt stupid her whole life. She was always two steps ahead. But this time Lannister played her. And at what cost? 

She sent him to be slaughtered. 

The man she loved. 

The man she wanted to be her forever. 

And she killed him. 

Her ambitions killed him. 

Lannister was just an executioner.

She was staring blankly at the city, feeling darkness creeping at her from every corner. 

And then Rhaenyra screamed.

*

It turned out she was wrong.

*

Daemon was untouchable. 

*

He appeared like a ghost, with no sound, with no warning of his arrival. She blinked, confused, as he sat in the chair opposite her, the coffee table between them. He was very much alive, but his clothes were covered in blood and had holes from knives, his face spotted deep scratches and bruises. 

“There were thirty of them.” He told Rhaenyra as a matter of fact. And Rhaenyra was stunned to speak. 

She mourned him! She believed he wouldn't make it!

“Do you want me to feel pity for you?” Rhaenyra asked, taking a sip of a whiskey from the glass she was holding. Her tears have long dried up. “It’s your job after all. And if you aren’t the best, you are dead.” 

He must not know.

He must not know what feelings she had for him. 

Her heart was beating so fast.

He was alive! 

“Me being here shows who is the best.” Daemon smirked. “Why are you so sulky? I cut off the snake's head.”

“They never stop growing heads, Daemon.” Rhaenyra couldn't even smile. It was like someone was choking her these hours when she thought he was dead. Now it was a little bit easy to breathe. “Come with me,” she ordered him. 

He followed her inside the bathroom and took off all his clothes while she was taking first-aid supplies from a cabinet. 

The clothes were left discarded on the marble floor, and he stood there, inside the shower, all confident and smirking until he stopped smirking, catching the expression on her face: lost and with barely there focus. She came to him, placed supplies on the shelf, and then inspected his wounds.

“What happened when I was gone?” Daemon asked, lifting her chin lightly to look into her eyes. 

And when she looked back at his eyes, it crushed into her again: he was alive, breathing and sitting there, and she wanted to hug him, but he was injured more than ever before.

“Lannister knew he was coming.” Rhaenyra told him, swallowing hard. “We have a rat. And I need to deal with it first thing in the morning.” Because she was so fucking tired. 

It wasn’t that hard when she was just a Princess, an Heir to the Empire. 

But she is the Queen now. 

Mafia-Queen. 

She wanted it after all. 

But when she nearly lost him … Did she really want it if it meant he could have been killed? 

“I will kill this rat for you.” Daemon whispered and she nodded, once again unable to speak. 

Her inability to speak was something that didn’t characterize her at all. 

Daemon was silent too. 

His wounds weren’t deep, but there were a lot of cuts, and she took care of every one, washing them thoroughly with clean water and mild soap. She was gentle with him, caressing his wounded skin lightly with her fingertips, taking care of him, while he just stood there, allowing her to do what she wanted to do. 

He was a grown man. 

He cared for his wounds himself. 

But when they started their relationships, it was something she started to do for him. 

It was partly her fault he was injured in the first place. 

And there was something sensual about it. 

It was eye contact, when she cleaned his wounds, as she stared at him, and he stared at her. At first she was the one to touch him, without sexual subcontext, but as far as she touched him, it was hard for him not to be affected by it.

Today wasn’t an  exception, as his lips crushed hers when she cleaned his face from the blood that partly was his. The kiss was messy, she tasted blood on his tongue, and she was afraid to touch him, even though he wasn’t gonna break if she touched him wrong.

“I thought they killed you,” Rhaenyra whispered into his lips when they parted. 

He laughed at that:

“I can’t even say they tried really hard. It was a pure comedy.” But then his expression turned to be serious as he told her: “It will take much more effort to take me from you, my Queen.” 

Rhaenyra didn’t want to blush, but she blushed. However her answer was just business when she told him:

“Because I pay you well.” 

She didn’t want to address her feelings. 

Or his feelings. 

Because she knew she loved him more. 

Daemon opened his mouth to answer something, but Rhaenyra covered his lips with hers, kissing him again. He was a stern man, but he melted into Rhaenyra instantly. She slinged her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The shower wasn’t the best option now, so she proceeded them to move into the bedroom, all while kissing, and touching, and she lost her dress and panties somewhere between bathroom and the bedroom but she didn’t care. 

They ended up on the bed, Daemon pushed her down, and she made a room for him, spreading her legs. Her cunt was already soaked. 

“Pretty.” His fingers early slipped inside her cunt, stretching her walls around their thickness. She didn’t need stretching but it was kind of him.  Not that he was a kind man. “Your cunt beckons me back, doll,” Daemon purred, fucking his fingers inside her, while his other hand massaged her tits. She wanted to laugh at that. It wasn’t that fine, but it was fine while he was there, while he was returning to her every time. “And now I’m gonna fuck you,” he didn’t waste time, pushing her legs apart a little bit more, grabbing his cock and pushing the fat head inside her eager hole. Rhaenyra wrapped his legs around his waist, but she didn’t pull him on top of her like she always did. He had wounds after all. Daemon was slow at first, rocking his hips into her. But she knew well enough he wouldn’t be slow soon. They fucked like animals each time he returned from his missions. She never once complained, eager to be fucked and used. 

They were desperate for each other. 

Some of his cuts started to bleed, she noticed that but told him nothing, knowing well it won’t stop him from fucking her. She would bandage him later. Daemon shifted, his hands were pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. She expected him to say anything, but he didn’t, fucking his cock inside her. He hit her sweet spots inside her that made her see stars and cry his name aloud. Daemon fucked her franticly, grunting loud every time she moaned. 

It was way to sudden when Rhaenyra came, and Daemon came almost the next second, emptying inside her, stuffing her with his seed. 

And his cum that leaked from her cunt, made her think.

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Leigh plays Tellius prt 4

This fucking map took me WAY too many tries, all because SOMEONE wanted to die before I could get Ike to recruit her. Seriously, the sheer amount of times Astrid died on this map was absolutely insane to me.

Though, I will admit that one of my failures came down to me forgetting to protect the green square from the crows. I thought they were only cared about the treasure, so it didn't occur to me to keep Titania on the green square once all the beorc soldiers were dead. That one was on me.

NAESALA!! When my sister and I first played this game back in 2007, my sister had the BIGGEST crush on Naesala. And while I'm not nearly as infatuated with him as she was, I do admit to having a strong fondness for this deceptive bastard. I also love the use of "walker" as an insult here. Too fucking funny.

TIBARN!!! I'll be honest, I didn't think much of him back when I first played the game, but now I am a big Tibarn fan. Look at his roguish good looks! And his badass personality! I also love his whole pirate captain aesthetic. Peak character design.

This entire scene is so funny. I love how Sanaki starts off amused by this situation, but quickly loses her temper. Even Soren, as well-read as he is, was unaware that the Apostle is a 10-year-old girl. Which seems kind of like something he should know, but eh. I'll let it slide because the comedy is too good.

Yeeee, another sapphic! Gosh, she is so dang pretty. I love how serene and understanding she is, especially in contrast with the super strict Tanith.

On a side note, I have to wonder if Elincia is related to anyone in the holy guard. Didn't she say that her grandmother was once a member of the Begnion holy guard? Come to think of it, Elincia must have relatives in Begnion... right?

Oh, Calil. I will enjoy using you in RD, but unfortunately, I don't think I will be using her in this game. If only she came with staves instead of knives. But I already have Ilyanna and Soren, I don't need a third mage on my team.

The humor in this game never gets old. I 100% cackled out loud here, despite already knowing what the joke was going to be.

So about those two tiger laguz on this map. Since they don't move, I thought it would be a good idea to farm some fire weapon experience for Soren. Instead, Soren decided to crit on the first tiger and trigger adept on the second. Oh, Soren...

I love this cutscene so much!! Question: Is that Kyza and Lyre in the background? Also, I love the subtle detail that all the royals shift into their human forms, but the non-royals stay in their transformed states. Is this a sign of respect to the royals, or is it more of an insurance, just in case things get out of hand?

I love Reyson's introduction. They gave us this ultra frail-looking pretty boy, and then told us "oh yeah he's blood-thirsty and obsessed with vengeance."

Also, I will be honest, I did not pick up on the Tibarn/Reyson ship vibes back when I played this game in 2007. When I first went on the internet and discovered that they were a popular ship, I was utterly confused. Now that I've watched other people play Radiant Dawn, a game where it implies several times that Tibarn and Reyson share a bed, I am no longer confused, merely ashamed that my 2007 yaoi goggles failed me.

The only good thing about Makalov is this base conversation. Man, Ike can be soooo savage sometimes, and I love it. I believe that this was initially Soren's idea, but Ike was immediately on board with it.

Aaaaand it's my very first class change! It's Soren, to nobody's surprise. He looks so good in purple.

I will confess: when I first played this game, I gave Soren knives instead of staves, because I thought it would be cool, not realizing that knives were basically useless on Soren due to his wimpy noodle arms and his 5% strength growth.

This time, I did not make that mistake.

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Chapter Four: The Child

Years passed since you and Mando came back to Nevarro, getting more clients and more bounties. You wouldn’t have never dreamed on having a client that was the Empire. The bounty is huge the pay is something that belongs to the Mandalorian people, The Creed. After getting a bit of the payment and a new shoulder piece for Mando and you a new forearm piece. You head to the planet the target is at... Arvada-7.

Warnings: violence, childhood pstd, blood, swearing, angst, fluff (if you squint hard enough)

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“I wonder why the Empire wants a 50 year old?” You said wiping your blaster.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled helping the Razor Crest out of hyperspace.

“It could be an officer that went AWOL.” You guess looking up from your visor towards him. He hummed back, you rolled your eyes. “Come on Mando not even going to guess?”

“No I’m not playing that game.” He stated eyes locked out of the window.

“Why cause you suck at it?” You whispered.

He sighed heavily. “Stop.”

You both went quiet as the Crest came into the atmosphere. You remembered playing that game once and only once. Both you and Mando were after a big bounty, the man was worth a good amount of credits. However, his guess was for gambling but when the answer came out, man Mando wanted him more dead than alive. So the game ended there.

You got up and tilted your visor just enough to see him. “I will get things ready. Don’t get too crazy.” You teased.

“The crazy is leaving.” He said just enough for you to hear as you climbed down.

You grabbed a couple of your knives, side blasters, and some detonators. You had small pocket to fit small rations since who knows how long it is to get this target. Beskar. You thought, the Empire stealing the metal for their own benefit. You felt like a rat scurrying through anything to get that one slice of food.

You looked at your arm to watch it shimmer a bit. New. You remembered when your mother told you all about the armor when being rewarded your armor. You remembered training with sticks with your mother small ones of course. Your goal…capture the flag.

She took you out in the middle of a forest area on Mandalore. She disappeared telling you to use the surroundings around you to find her. You did of course, tracked her through the dirt and leaves, when she finally came out it was hand to hand.

You tried your best but she would always disarm you. You would be so angry. She would laugh. “Don’t worry child, you will get there,” She walked up placing a hand on your shoulder. “Remember what I told you,” She grabbed your arm and traced an X on the spot where she grabbed you to disarm you, having the grey and blue armor shine. “X marks the spot.”

You smiled underneath your helmet. It helped you know when she was about to disarm you. Small as it was and stupid it meant something for you. Every time there was a mess up you would hear her say ‘X marks the spot.’ You placed weapons in their spot on you when you heard footsteps above you.

Mando came down and tilting his visor at you an indication of being ready to go. There are some days that talking just doesn’t happen, so both Mando and you learned the body language of each other. He walked passed you and you followed behind as the ramp with down.

It was similar to was Tatooine looked like desert and hills. It wasn’t the best planet but it had beautiful sunsets, from what you seen on vids at least. Mando brought the tracking fob out as it blinked. “It looks…” He stopped looking around before he could say anything you felt a hard push. You felt yourself slam against the ground, your head bouncing in the helmet.

“Y/N!” He yelled before grunting. You rolled to your side shaking your head.

You looked up to see Mando down by an ugly creature. You got up fast pulling your knife out until there was electricity going around the body of the creature. You snapped your head to find an Ugnaught sitting on one of those creatures.

You were in fight or flight mode, Mando was getting up as you stood there waiting for the Ugnaught to make a move. “Thank you.” You heard Mando’s voice you snapped your head as you ease your way into a more relaxing position.

The Ugnaught stared at you and nodded his head. “You bounty hunters?” He asked looking over at Mando.

“Yes.” You responded looking over at Mando who was looking over at you.

“I will help you,” He replied turning the creature around. “I have spoken.”

Mando looks over at you tilting his helmet, you shook your head and walked forward. It took a while before we made it to the Ugnaught’s home. It looked like a small farm, had a pin for animals on the side of a small home. He guided both you and Mando into his house. You sat on the floor next to Mando as the Ugnaught walked back and forth making some food.

“Many have passed through. They seek the same one as you.” He explained looking over at the both of you.

“Did you help them?” Mando asked.

“Yes. They died.”

“Well maybe we don’t want your help.” You mumbled adjusting how you were sitting.

“You do. I can show you to the encampment.” He replied.

It was quiet for a moment before Mando nodded. “What’s your cut?”

“Half.”

You snapped back and forth at Mando and the Ugnaught. “Half the bounty to guide? Seems steep.” Mando explained his voice unsure.

“No,” He walked over placing the liquid on the table. “Half the blurgg.”

Blurgg? You thought what the hell is… “The blurgg? Keep them both.”

Oh… “No, you’ll need one. To ride,” Both Mando and you looked at each other. “The way is impossible to pass without a blurrg mount.I don't know how to ride blurrg. I have spoken.”

The Ugnaught showed us a small barn to rest in until it hit morning time. You leaned against a post as did Mando. “Can’t believe a blurgg gave me a concussion.” You mumbled getting comfortable.

Mando chuckled. “It was quite a scene seeing you fly like that.”

“K’uur di’kut.” You teased throwing a small pebble at his leg.

Mando chuckled lowly and shook his head. It was quiet for a moment before you felt “Ca di’kut.” You said falling asleep.

Mando made sure to know you were asleep before falling asleep as well. “Ca ner ka’ra.” He whispered.

When morning hit you heard grunting and the Ugnaught talking loudly about riding a blurgg. You watched in the back as Mando got tossed around like a doll. You could tell Mando was getting frustrated by whipping his cape away out of the way. You walked up to the Ugnaught. “This isn’t working.” You mumbled watching as he fell off again.

He ignored you as he yelled out to Mando. “Perhaps if you removed your helmet.”

You shook your head before sighing. “Perhaps he remembers I tried to fry it.” Mando quipped back.

“This is a female. The males are eaten during mating.” He explained.

“Oh.” You whispered kind of terrified looking at the blurgg.

“Very interesting to see.” The Ugnaught responded looking at you.

Mando shook his head before walking up. “I don't have time for this. Do you have a Landspeeder or Speeder bike that I could hire? Or give Y/N a chance?”

You felt bad to hear that he was getting this frustrated. You were about to decline before the Ugnaught pushed his hand forward. “You are a Mandalorian! Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur. Surely you can ride this young foal.”

You both looked at each other. He was right our ancestors rode one of the most powerful creatures that roamed the galaxy. This tiny thing compared to the Mythosaur surely should be easy to ride. You nodded your head once before you saw his shoulders sag a bit and turned around.

You watched as he stepped cautiously at the blurgg, putting his hand out before petting it gently. He climbed on top of it and just like that he tamed the female. Pride erupted in your chest. “You can try as well Mandalorian.” He suggested half smiled up at you.

“I think Mando has it.” You said chuckling a bit.

“She doesn’t bite,” He started before looking up at you. “Females at least.”

You shook your head as you walked towards Mando. “Ka’ra gar vhett!”

Mando sighed and shook his head looking down at you. “K’uur,” You both stared for a moment before he looked away. “We need to head to the compound.”

Everyone was able to pack up quickly, since there was only two blurggs you rode with Mando. The road was interesting, cracks huge cracks on the ground once the compound got closer the blurgg jumping from one crack to another with no problems.

The Ugnaught slowed down as he approached a ridge. The bottom showed a small area that was the compound. “That is where you'll find your quarry.” The Ugnaught pointed at looking over and the both of you.

Mando pulled out a pouch. “Please. You deserve this.”

The Ugnaught put his hand out and waved it while shaking his head. “Since these ones arrived, this territory has been an endless stream of mercenaries seeking reward and bringing destruction.”

You tilted you helmet. “Then why did you guide us?”

“They do not belong here,Those that live here come to seek peace.There will be no peace until they're gone.” The Ugnaught explained looking back down at the compound.

“Then why do you help?” Mando asked

“I have never met a Mandalorian,” He admitted looking over at you. “I've only read the stories. If they are true, you will make quick work of it. Then there will again be peace,” He sighed and looked at Mando nodding once. “I have spoken.”

You stood watch as Mando looked down at the compound. It gave your stomach turns when thinking that the both of you weren’t the only ones. It bugged you mostly. You wondered if they are given the same reward. Beskar. You grind your teeth holding back the anger. “Well there is a problem,” He said standing up, starting to head down. “A damn IG Unit is making scenes down there.”

You followed behind him sliding down the hill. “Kriffing droids.”

You enjoyed droids at least the harmless ones. You have always wanted a BD unit. However, Mando hated droids so ANY type of droids were forbidden inside the Crest or at least 100 kilometers or more away from Mando. You don’t know why and will not ask ever again.

“IG Unit! Stand down!” Mando yelled as you went around to hide behind a wall. You heard a shot rang out and Mando flying. “I'm in the Guild!” He said getting up.

“You are a Guild member? And you?” The unit said pointing the blaster at you. You gave a slight nod ready to shoot. “I thought I was the only one on assignment.”

“That makes two of us,” Mando said walking towards a safe spot. “So much for the element of surprise.”

“Sadly, I must ask for your fob.” IG said turning to Mando. “I have already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine.”

“Unless I'm mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty-handed.” You said looking over the side of the wall.

“This is true.” IG stated looking around the area.

“I have a suggestion.” Mando said. IG gave him the okay to continue. “We split the reward.”

It was quiet for a moment. “This is acceptable.” IG responded.

“Great. Now let's regroup, out of harm's way, and form a plan.” You shouted looking at the unit.

“I will of course receive the reputation merits associated with the mission.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Mando yelled annoyance in his voice.

“I require an answer if I am to proceed...” A shot rang out and hit the unit. “Oh, no. Alert. Alert. Alert.”

You grunted when a blast hit near you. You shot back hitting one of them off of the building. IG finally got into a safe position. Mando pulled out the fob and you covered him as he scanned the area.

The fob made the annoying beeping sound fast when it reached the big door just a couple of feet away. “He's in there!” He yelled putting it away. Dust flew up as a bolt hit the ground.

“Affirmative.” IG responded

“Up top!” Mando yelled as IG shot the man down. You started out first heading towards the door.

Mando followed close behind hitting the men surrounding the area. IG followed as we all took place behind the pillars of where the door is located. “It appears we are trapped.” IG stated the most obvious situation. Blaster fire surrounding the area you three were in. When you looked to the side and aimed, you soon went back into hiding with all the fire happening. “I will initiate self-destruct sequencing.”

“His what?!” You yelled at Mando. Who snapped his head over at IG.

“Whoa you’re what?!” Mando questioned.

“Manufacturers Protocol dictates I cannot be captured. I must self-destruct. Do not self-destruct.” IG explained.

You looked over and shook your head as Mando looked at you. “Cover me!”

“Wha-“ You said but started to cover him until they brought out a kriffing turret.

Mando jumped back behind the pillar. “Go! Go! Go! There's too many!”

“They got us pinned!” You yelled as the pillar you were behind started to disappear.

“I will initiate self-destruct.” IG said once more. You rolled your eyes.

“Do not self-destruct! We're shooting our way out.” Mando said looking back at you.

You nodded as you shot a couple of times as he talked to IG. You ran to another wall that was still next to the door. You looked back to see Mando nodding as IG went out. While IG was taking the fire you came out and shot a couple of men until Mando got on the turret and shot the remaining men.

You walked out of hiding, seeing Mando on the turret gave you a weird feeling in your chest. You subconsciously shook your head. “Shit can’t believe they brought a turret for 3 invaders.” You teased as he hopped off.

IG was about damaged but was able to come up to the two of you. “Well done. I will disengage self-destruct initiative.” As the bomb in his chest went back into hiding.

“You know, you're not so bad.” Mando said looking around.

“For a droid. Agreed.” You said looking over at IG. “That blaster hit looks nasty. You okay?”

“Running a quick diagnostic.It has missed my central wiring harness.” IG replied.

“Is that good?” Mando asked.

“Yes.”

It was quiet for a moment, you placed your hands on your hips. “Well, now we just need to get the door open.”Mando looked over at the turret.

You went next to it as he shot his way through the door. As the door went down all of you walked towards it, having the door fall. Before walking through a man came out and you shot him. “Anyone else?” Mando asked looking at the room.

“The tracking fob is still active.” Mando said pulling it out.

“My sensors indicate that there is a life form present.” IG stated, you all walked over to a small pod. Mando took off the things that were on top of if.

When the hatched opened it revealed a small green creature. “Wait. They said 50 years old.” Mando said in amazement

You looked closer. It was tiny young even. “Species age differently. Perhaps it could live many centuries. Sadly, we'll never know.” IG said pointing his blaster at the creature.

“No.” You said before Mando pushed his hand down.

“We'll bring it in alive.” Mando said looking at the creature once more.

“The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.” IG said pointing at it once more. You were about to pull out your blaster before you heard the blaster bolt rang through the room.

IG unit fell down and smoke coming from his head. You looked over as Mando reached over with his finger and wiggled it to the creature. It made a cooing sound. “Mando,” You said. “What now?”

You leaned more in to look at the creature more. It was green, big ears, big eyes. Wrinkly. You never seen a creature like this. “We have to go.” Mando said syncing the pod to his wrist.

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K’uur di’kut - shut it idiot

Ca di’kut - night idiot

Ca ner ka’ra - night my stars

Ka’ra gar vhett - Stars! You’re a farmer

K’uur - Shut it

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Shadow and Bone 2x01

Finally found the time to start season 2!!

Did... Did Aleksander just snarl? It sounded wonderful in my Beats. On a second note, am I attracted to that?

You know sometimes Alina's voice reminds me of a young Sansa Stark from the first season of GoT. Like not the same accent but the same shift in tone.

I don't about you all but if I kept dreaming about the Fold moving and Aleksander it'd be safe to assume that he's still alive.

The crows show up in Ketterdam, Jesper states that no one is trying to kill them and then they're accused of murder. Yeah that sounds about right.

Jesper, I don't think the real issue here is Hellgate, Kaz is having a total panic attack. Is he surrounded by dead bodies in the middle of an ocean? Ugh that's awful... I can't imagine how that must feel... No fucking wonder he hates being touched. The slimy skin, how the body themselves are bloated and cold.

"We don't have her." Kaz talking about Alina.

"Obviously."

Count 1 for side-eye.

"Alina would never-."

Count 2 for side-eye. Let's play a game, shall we? Every time Kaz Brekker gives a side eye, we take a shot.

I was more excited about Nina and Matthias almost kissing than Mal and Alina's kiss scene.

Kaz tosses a coin to Jesper, "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Count 3 for side-eye.

That smirk... on God, I swear that made me melt.

"Zowa. 'Blessed'" I love that!

The names in this show are very pretty. Katina. Alina. Genya. Inej. Zoya. I think even Mal's name is pretty because it's so unique. And Kaz just easily rolls off the tongue. Jesper's name is Danish meaning treasurer and that fits him perfectly! And when I think of someone named Matthias, I picture someone masculine and strong in personality.

They protected Alina. What a great scene.

Just Inej casually going around stealing knives.

Inej: "We're accused of murdering Tante Heleen."

Jesper: "Wait, what? Wait we didn't do that though. Wait did you do that?" LMFAO!

What on earth made you believe you were in it alone? As if they'd ever leave you, Kaz.

Inej: "I'm not leaving you. Not now." I swear these two are gonna be death of me. And what do you mean not now? IN THE FUTURE?!?!

"You said that was a one time thing. Not a step into your world." Wylan, my precious son, you took a step into his world the second he asked for your services.

NINA!!!

"You were with funny guns and the angry hat." When I first heard that line in an edit I knew exactly who she was talking about without context.

Mal is madly in love with Alina it's so pure and soft and gentle. But give me the passion!

I'm loving these two siblings from Shu Han.

I have the subtitles on and you're telling that loud ass roar was a volcra? Yeah, you couldn't pay me all the fucking kruge in the world to enter the Fold. Nada. None.

If the first bullet is gonna go right through why keep shooting?

I agree that Aleksander is a terrible, awful human being, but i can't help it, he's so intimidating and terrifying he's good! Ben just steals every fucking scene.

Wylan: "Can I get anyone some tea?"

Count 4 of side-eye.

Nina: "I'm told you can free anyone from Hellgate."

Count 5 of side-eye.

"This doesn't help us clear our name, Kaz. This is war."

To be fair Inej, Pekka started it by accusing you all of murder. If anything, Pekka was the one who declared war.

"The barrel doesn't belong to kings. It belongs to bastards."

Ooo this man is gonna be so unhinged and I'll enjoy every moment of it.

[aftgsucks]

NMFTG 20

I Am Become Andrew, Destroyer of Worlds

Ao3: Chapter under cut

Neil sat in the hallway swallowing his own blood in silence until the elevator doors opened and Wymack, Abby, and Dan walked out with bags of take-out in hand. Dan nodded at Neil as she went past, going directly into her dorm. Wymack slowed long enough to shake his head at the sight of Neil posted in the hallway before following Dan. Abby set down her bag, opened up a portable first aid kit she had brought with her. 

Neil let Abby fix his face, mostly because the taste and smell of his own blood wasn’t exactly helping him maintain his grip on reality. It was leaving him splintered across the world, flinching at memories, his hand tensing and untensing in his sweatshirt pocket. 

Neil doesn’t remember the first time he held the knife. He doesn’t remember how he got his first scar, or his second, or his third. The earliest thing he can remember is blood and a well-lit basement. 

Neil had once sworn to never touch another knife and his mother had slapped him upside the head and told him, “people who are safe get the luxury of choice.” If a situation demanded it, if there was nothing else left, he was to take a knife. 

He let go of it while Abby cleaned his face though, Neil sat on his hands and waited for her to finish putting ointment on his lip. He didn’t want to hurt her. 

Abby sighed, stood up straight, and asked, “I don’t suppose I can get you to come in for food?” 

“I’m not hungry,” Neil told her. 

“Someone will bring you out a plate,” she told him. “I  imagine you’ve been through some scary stuff Neil, but don’t think that you have to take on the world by yourself. You’ve got a whole team with you.” 

And that was the truth of it, wasn’t it? Neil had a whole team to lose and nothing of himself that would survive. He nodded, so Abby would leave, but then he wrapped his fingers back around the knife in his pocket. 

Renee brought him a plate of food, she leaned against the wall across from him and then slid down until she was seated. 

“You can have the chair?” Neil offered. 

She played with the cross hanging around her neck, shook her head. They sat in silence for a long while. Neil ate his food and put the empty plate under the desk chair. Betsy Dobson came up the emergency staircase, sticking her head out for a brief wave before continuing up. 

Andrew must be somewhere upstairs and Betsy could only know from Andrew or Renee, so it was probably fine. 

“Andrew told me he lent you one of our knives,” Renee broke the silence. 

“Our?” Neil asked. 

“They were mine first,” Renee said, each word was careful, as she explained the gang she had joined as a child. The man she had killed, the one that the dipshit with the gun had been trying to avenge. How she had carried the knives as a reminder until Andrew took them. “Andrew told me that you disarmed him once?” She phrased it like a question, Neil wasn’t sure what she wanted to know.

He tapped a finger against the flat of the blade and thought. “I did,” Neil answered. “I know how to use a knife, I just don’t particularly like it.” A war was waged in his mind of his damnable urge to be honest and the compulsion to lie or joke or shut up until she went away. “I know exactly what a knife can do and I don’t want to be that person.” He admitted. “I don’t want to be…” He stopped and looked at Renee as he realized he’d been avoiding her eyes. “I know real monsters, Renee, and I’ve done a lot to avoid becoming one.” Dying was a lot. It was as far from his father and his circle as Neil could get. 

Funny, that was, that he’d finally escape them only once they already had him. It’d be worth it, to finally be free.

“You can give the knife back to me,” Renee offered. 

“I’ll hang on to it for tonight,” Neil declined. He wanted to explain that it didn’t matter what he became now, because soon he’d be dead. That as scared of the knife as he was, he was more scared of watching the Foxes get hurt. But he didn’t want her to be worried. “This is a different situation.” Is what he said. 

Renee looked at him as if she knew that he was full of shit, but she didn’t say it out loud. And Neil appreciated that. 

Wymack left the girls' dorm on his phone. He paced a bit on the other end of the hallway, just out of earshot and then he hung up, shoved the phone in his pocket and came to where Neil and Renee were sat. 

“The police have him in custody, it looks like he’s getting shipped back to Oakland, in a few days. Right now he’s not leaving the station, so you two can go sit inside and get some rest.” 

“I’m good here, Coach.” Neil said. 

“Josten--”

“No, I glued myself to this seat, I physically can’t get up.” 

Wymack turned to Renee. 

“I’m keeping him company while we wait for the glue to unstick,” Renee said. 

Wymack gave up on them, “where’s the rest of the team?” he asked. 

“Kevin, Aaron, and Nicky are in their dorm. Andrew’s with Dobson.” Neil reported. 

Wymack went and knocked on the cousins door and went in to tell them. 

Neil and Renee both sat up straight as they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was just Dobson. She smiled at the both of them, “And how are you two holding up?” She asked. 

“I am well, Betsy,” Renee answered. 

Dobson hummed and then looked at Neil, waiting a beat before powering on when Neil didn’t answer. “Andrew asked me to tell you to go upstairs, all the way up. Last door.” She waited for Neil to nod and then made her way to the girl’s dorm. 

Neil stood up and looked at Renee. And then he held the knife out, handle first. She took it from him with a nod. Neil went to the stairwell and started up the stairs. 

All the way up. He came to a door with “No Access” written across it and a broken lock. Neil opened the door onto the roof, where Andrew was sat by the edge smoking.

Neil just stared for a second. How many nights had Neil spent out behind the dorms in the grass where Andrew had been up here, looking over the parking lot? 

“I will only push you over if you say something stupid,” Andrew said, not turning to look at Neil. 

“Well, that’s a guarantee,” Neil said. He shut the door behind him and crossed the roof, leaning over to look at the drop. “I’ll only die if I fall wrong, so we’ll both just get injured for nothing.” 

“Both?” Andrew asked. 

Neil sat down next to him. “I’d drag you down with me.” 

“Just ask,” Andrew said after taking a drag of his cigarette. 

“Yeah, sure,” Neil agreed. “Can I have a cigarette?” He asked. 

Andrew looked like he was gonna shove Neil off the roof. 

“If you tell me, I’ll listen. If you want it to be a part of our honesty game so I have to say something too, that’s fine. I’ll tell you whatever. But I’m not going to ask.” 

“I want nothing,” Andrew said. 

“I will jump off this roof,” Neil warned. 

“Why?” 

“Because of you and your dramatic ass semantics--” 

“No, not that.” Andrew interrupted. 

“Because some guy from your past showed up today and you’re probably going to have to stab one of the others to get them to stop asking. Also the team designated head-poker was just here so I’m sure you’ve been asked enough questions already.” 

“Ask anyway,” Andrew said. 

There were a lot of things Neil could have asked, enough specific questions to last hours. But Neil still thought that it was unfair to make Andrew explain his past, especially when Neil never fully explained his own. So, Neil went with one that he thought Andrew could deflect easily enough. “Why did you go to Juvie?” Neil asked. 

It could be answered with just the crime, what he did to get thrown in. But if Andrew was serious about telling Neil, for whatever reason, Neil had a hunch that whatever went down in Andrew’s last foster home had a lot to do with Juvie. 

And Neil was right. 

“Cass Spear was going to adopt me,” was how Andrew started the story. “Drake was going to defer his enlistment,” was when Neil’s fingernails started to dig into his palms. “I broke into a candy shop and waited for the cops,” was the actual answer to Neil’s question. “Aaron was covered in bruises and high on something,” was around when Neil realized fully that Andrew never thought about himself. “Luther promised he’d talk to social services if I got early parole,” was where the story ended. 

Juvie for Aaron, medication for Nicky, the Moryiama’s for Kevin. Neil couldn’t imagine risking that much for others, not back when he was still trying to live. 

“No smart commentary?” Andrew asked, after Neil didn’t say anything. 

“Wymack said he’s in police custody,” is all Neil could say. 

“Why,” Andrew asked after a minute, “why did you interfere?” 

“I’m already dead,” Neil shrugged. He took a second to decide how much to say. “Before I came here all I wanted was to live, desperately.” Neil shut his eyes. “Everything I did was to survive to the next day and I didn’t care about the consequences. Not really. Not unless they were going to blow my cover or get me injured. When I came here I gave up.” He looks at Andrew. “So it doesn’t matter if I interfere, if I get involved in things. The worst that can happen is I die sooner.” 

Andrew blew smoke in his face. “Punching Drake is one thing, what did you say to the Foxes?” He asked. 

“What?” Neil was thrown. 

“The busy-bodies downstairs called Bee and told her they wanted to petition the court for my early sobriety.” 

“Huh.” 

“Don’t pretend to be surprised.” 

“I am surprised, I never thought they’d be that self aware, I just pointed out the obvious.” 

“The obvious?” Andrew asked and warned in the same breath. 

“That you are drugged out of your mind.” Neil answered honestly. 

“I hate you,” Andrew said. 

“Okay. When would you go to rehab?” Neil asked. 

“Bee said as soon as possible, which I will never agree to.” 

“Andrew,” Neil could afford to be self-sacrificing, it didn't mean anything. Andrew needed to take care of himself for once. “Go to rehab, I will mind your family.” 

“And why would you do that?’ 

“We both know I will anyway.” 

“And I should just trust that, Mr I Will Cause No Problems.” Andrew gestured to Neil’s face. 

“What problem--” Neil cut himself off, it was fair enough. “Fine, what can I give you to get you to believe me?” 

“Who are you, really?” 

“No one,” Neil sighed. “I’m not being cagey. I’ve had twenty-two different identities in the last eight years but there’s no one… There isn’t a real person underneath.” 

“So, Neil Josten is just a cover?”

That was true once, but not anymore. “Neil Josten is what’s left.” 

“There’s an awful lot of you to just be scraps.” Andrew observed. “Then give me the truest name.” 

There was only one more honest than Neil. “Abram.” Neil said. “It was my middle name,” honesty, honesty. “You can leave middle names off of paperwork and no one blinks, so it’s the only name that's stayed. I didn’t like my original first name anyways and neither did my mother so that’s what she called me.” 

Andrew looked at Neil as he came to a decision. Neil kept his gaze. Finally, Andrew started to speak, “if anything happens to them--” 

“If anything happens to them,” Neil interrupted. “Then I’m dead anyway.”

[realityhelixcreates]

By Talos, This Can't be Happening chapter 3: Never Should Have Come Here

A crack isekai that I started just for fun, which had ballooned into something much bigger. Helix and Swag get stuck in a world from her rocky past, and now they traipse around Tamriel while larger forces start sneaking up on them.

Chapter 3/?

There's a bump in the road.

Content warning for blood, violence, sexual situations, and questionable life decisions.

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions @whocares-idont

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Swag stared down at the knife being held at his throat with so much annoyance that it had nearly looped back around into amusement. Yeah, this might as well happen.

“Hand it over, milk drinker...” the man on the other end of the knife demanded. He was wrapped in a thick and voluminous cloak. Hard to tell how many other weapons he had. “Okay...” Swag said, slipping the backpack off his shoulder, shifting his weight slightly. He looked skinny, for a Nord, Helix had told him. Weak. There were bandits on the road who might take him for an easy target. This one was fixing to learn better. “...But it's just got blankets and food, and such.” he finished. “That's too bad. I'll just make up my losses by killing you and taking the woman. Bet I can get some value out of her.” A derisive chuckle slipped out of him. “Man, so you're not just fuckin' stupid, you're really fuckin' stupid.” Before the man could retaliate, Swag slammed his backpack onto the knife, embedding the blade in multiple layers of cloth. The bandit dropped the whole thing, reaching inside his cloak for something else. Swag cocked his fist back- -Purple lightning sprung from Helix's hands, crackling though the bandit's body in a merciless current, shaking him violently for a few moments before he dropped silently to the ground. Swag stared at the prone body, then at Helix. He'd never seen her use straight up D&D magic before. “Holy shit, you Palpatine'd him!” Swag exclaimed. Helix grinned. “That's one of the three spells I've still got. Don't worry, he's not dead. Just stunned.” She crouched down and snatched the cloak from the bandit's shoulders, handing it off to Swag. “This is yours now. Oh look! He had some rope. Is this what he thought he was gonna tie me up with?” Swag took the rope, examined the make of it.

“So he's the one who gets robbed instead? Oh well, play stupid games, win stupid prizes.” The road patrol would find him eventually, arms and legs tied with knots so expertly wrought, they would have to be cut in order to free him. By that time, the two of them would be miles away, a new spring in their steps, and new winnings to sort out.

The sun was sinking behind the mountains, and the first wisps of cold night wind began blowing through. Swag, in his new furry boots and cloak, was much warmer this time, but was just as ready to find a good place to set up camp. He wore the bandit's belt, with all its pouches and purses, some of which contained real treasures. There was some dried meat, and a little pot of spices, as well as a tiny green potion that smelled of floral honey. Helix told him to hold onto it until the next time he was winded. Two knives, one smaller than the other, and more clearly meant for mundane things, like chopping up food. Helix took that one, and left the longer, clearly for combat blade to him. He was otherwise unarmed, after all, and would need something to hold back the bandits, monsters, and maybe even wild animals. He had impressed her by giving it a quick spin through his fingers. She knew the talents of his hands, but it was fun to remind her. Though it also reminded him. Of all the spinning tricks he'd learned to do with a switchblade, just to watch it glitter in the light. To see the fear in their eyes. But that was then, and this was now, and there was also some basic medicines, bandages, fire starting tools, and money-small round coins with an Imperial bust on one side and a diamond shaped dragon on the other. And then, the real prizes: a whole shaving kit, soap and all, and a bone comb. “Praise be!” he cried in mock melodrama. “I'm saved! Saved, you hear me?” Helix laughed. “Me too. You do not want to see the kind of rats nests my hair can cough up if I don't brush it. Why do you think I keep it short?” “Because it's adorable?” he said, in all sincerity, and was awarded a brilliant smile. “Hey wait a minute. That guy was bald. Why'd he have a comb?” “The shaving kit was probably for his head, and the comb for his beard.” Swag tugged lightly at the soul patch that he allowed to grow obnoxiously long-partly because it drove all his little riddlebros nuts, but also because it looked good, shut up-in contemplation. “Nah.” he said. “I'm sure whatever I do, I'll look good.” “Bet on that.” Helix said. She had still been leaving the road to gather bits of plant, though now her eyes seemed to be scanning the foot of the mountain for something else. He assumed that Helix had a lot of experience living outdoors, so when she found a deep overhang in the rock and declared it safe, he believed her. It was dry in there, and sheltered from the wind, partially overgrown with brush. Helix sent him out to find wood and water, though he didn't move out of her sight while doing it. She'd gotten a little fire going, and had set a couple of potatoes from their food pack nearby to roast. While he broke the sticks up into fire-sized pieces, she located a couple of flat rocks and began to grind some of her plant bits between them. She eventually spread the resulting paste on two chunks of bread, and handed him one. He had to trust her. It didn't taste very good, but it probably had a bunch of trace vitamins and minerals or something in it.

The bottles they'd been given were full of mead. Swag didn't do much in the way of alcohol these days; he had a bad habit of forming bad habits. He just dumped it out and refilled it with plain water. There were tons of little trickles coming down the mountain, and Helix had deemed it safe. Helix however, seemed pleased with the overly sweet beverage, happy to wash away the taste of her plant paste. He knew her for a lightweight though, and it wasn't long before she'd grown a little tipsy. He simply drew her close and let her snuggle contentedly, eating baked potatoes and gazing out over the landscape as the sky turned pink, then purple, then dusted with sparkling stars. Ribbons of color snaked lazily across the heavens, twisting back and forth. “Baby, don't look at the sky.” he warned. As beautiful a sight as it might be, lights in the sky disturbed Helix. A throwback to the event that forced her into her wandering. She turned around and faced the fire instead. The two moons began to rise, huge and so close that surface structures were easily visible. They were gorgeous, but he found them unsettling. There were things that should be happening to a planet with moons that close. But instead, there was merely...peace. Cricket song, and nocturnal bird calls. Further observation revealed that the moons were traveling north to south, throwing into question the orientation of the world they now occupied. Swag turned away from the mouth of the overhang, but the crickets simply continued to sing. They awoke in each other's arms, crammed into the single bedroll together, covered with both blankets, and still terribly cold. He grumbled internally, and a little externally, Helix stirring against him. Twenty seconds back into consciousness, and being awake already sucked. Helix yawned, and snuggled her face under his jaw. Well, okay. This part wasn't so bad. But only this part! Their clothes were rumpled and their hair a mess between them, but that comb really saved the day. Helix left to gather water, and Swag packed up all their things, contemplating whether he could wait for another day before shaving. Yeah, he had the supplies, but how long would they last? How long would they be on the road? Maybe leaving the stubble for another day would give him a more rugged and dangerous look. Would that make a bandit think twice? Make him less of a target, since he was apparently 'skinny for a Nord'? Like yeah, okay, he was skinny. He had a ~runner's physique~ thank you very much! He knew Helix was just warning him about how people in this world might react to him, but if he wasn't confident in how much she loved his skinny bod, he might just have been insulted. He'd shave tomorrow.

They ate on the road, rye bread and cheese, and afterward, she handed him a little clump of what appeared to be grass, wound up into a tight bundle. They had no toothbrushes-he didn't even know if there were toothbrushes on this world-but the mild abrasive action of chewing on the alluringly scented grass did seem to help. It got bitter quickly, despite smelling so good, and he eventually just spat it out on the side of the road. “Uh...like, nature spirits or something aren't gonna come after me for that, are they?” “Nah, you sent it back to the earth so it can become compost. Circle of life.” The road was getting steep, winding and twisting. Eventually, it became rough, the cobble disappearing into layers of dirt, then snow, with only the occasional bit of fencing to keep travelers from pitching off the side. His new cloak certainly helped with the cold and the wind, but his lungs and throat burned, and his legs ached terribly. There was a nasty pressure in his head. It was something that happened on mountains, Swag knew. Oxygen levels changing with altitude, making the body work harder. Once, he entertained the idea of climbing Everest, but upon researching what that was actually like, had decided to fuck all that noise instead. This mountain wasn't nearly as high as Everest, but it was still kicking his ass all the same, so clearly he'd made the right decision back then. Helix should have been doing better than him, since on worlds where magic wasn't so restrictive, Helix could fly. She could zoom right up into the atmosphere; he'd seen her do it. Though mostly, she just floated at head level around him, which weirded him out him at first, but since she only did so in order to peek over his shoulder when there wasn't room for them both, or give him little pecks on the cheek, he'd begun to find it endearing. She was a short little thing, and just wanted to be eye to eye with him. It was cute.

But she could not fly on this world, and she wasn't doing better than him. In fact, she needed to stop fairly often, and he caught her cursing herself for being more on the zaftig than athletic side. “Nahhh, don't get on yourself for that. You're perfect, believe me.” “Slowing us down...” she muttered, as he herded her into the lee of a rocky outcrop to rest. The weather was mild, but the wind blew very sharp up high. “And I'd just get lost without you, so it's not like I'd get to our destination any faster. Don't even really know what our destination is.” “Bruma.” “Cool, cool. Tell me about Bruma then.” “Don't know much, never been there. In a valley near the foot of the Jerrals. Full of Nords and Imperials. Gateway to Cyrodiil. Can maybe get supplies there.” “How far from here?” She shook her head. “Can't be more than a day or two. I think. I hope.” Swag hoped too, because he did not know how long their food was going to last. “Just gotta get over the peak.” Helix said. “We can make it.” She could not make it. She certainly tried, but she was visibly waning. He hated to see it, but still encouraged her onward, until she stumbled in the snow, and couldn't seem to get back up. He crouched beside her, trying to get her weight onto his shoulder. “Babe...no, you gotta get up. We're almost there, see? C'mon, get up.” The weakness of exhaustion had overpowered her. But... Save it for the next time you're winded. He snatched the tiny green potion from its pouch, popped the top, and stuck the neck into her mouth, upending the whole thing right in there. The results were instantaneous. Vitality flooded her. He could actually see its effects, and it carried them both to the summit. Stretching out before them were miles of mountain ringed basin. Far in the distance, from an emerald heart rose an impossibly tall tower which shone white in the watery sunlight. “The White Gold Tower.” Helix whispered. “Important place?” he asked. She nodded. “Then what are we waiting for?” Swag took her hand. “Let's go see it!”

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