#should be spared from this monstrosity

[veraverorum]

An animal that I feel really close to is the bear 'cause god I'm feeling that hibernation thing

[paceprompting]

Need a Ride?

written for ‘snowfall’ wc: 1000 # | steddie | rated: g | cw: non archive warnings apply | tags: alternate first meeting, pre-season four, feat. steve harrington's beemer

@steddieholidaydrabbles

He was sending his van right to the dump this time. He meant it.

Stupid engine he’d had to drop all his profits on for the third time crapping out right in the middle of the road. Leaving him to hoof it back to the gas station and hope that Wayne was home from his shift to get the call.

And of course, the snow season had to start today.

Head ducked against the wind, with only his battle vest and leather jacket against the bracing cold and snowflakes that stung his cheeks and nose where it wasn’t covered by his hair. He was just glad that there were streetlights so he wasn’t veering off into nowhere in the dark.

He could barely feel his fingers in his pockets by the time he made it to the station. He was still shivering, so he wasn’t quite at the point of hypothermia, but even dialing the numbers on the pay phone was a bit of a feat in itself.

Eddie put his back to the wind as the phone rang. And rang. Eventually, it rang out.

Wayne must have picked up a double shift. Not unusual, especially this time of year. Honestly, Eddie should have guessed that in the first place and called the plant instead of the trailer.

And he didn’t have enough change for another call. Guess he shouldn’t have stopped to buy that pack of cigarettes. That he’d already opened and smoked one from before his shitty van broke down.

“Fuck,” Eddie hissed, smacking the receiver into the hook.

He could trudge back to the van and settle in for the night. But without heat, he’d be just as well off trying to walk home in the wind and snow. And he wasn’t going to be getting sympathy with how he was dressed for spare change, much less did he have anything to deal to someone who would give him the time of day.

If he didn’t figure this out quick, he was going to get arrested for loitering.

Although…

“Munson?”

He perked up despite himself, recognizing the voice. Even if it wasn’t exactly someone he was elated to have run into at a pretty low point in his day.

Standing there under cover from the wind, the snow fell gently onto Steve Harrington. Of course it did. Settled on his hair and his jacket like powdered sugar on an overly-sweet dessert.

He wasn’t getting gas, pulled over and stood with the driver’s door open. One hand braced on the door and the other on the hood of his car, Steve stared curiously at Eddie. He was actually dressed for the weather, a puffy white and pale blue-striped monstrosity with fur around the hood.

Steve glanced at the rest of the gas station, noticing that his was the only car around.

“What are you doing here?”

Eddie stayed beside the payphone, in the wind and snow, but the farthest he could be from Steve. He’d dealt to him a few times, just weed, really, and only knew Steve by reputation. Last he’d heard, Steve had just dumped his two lackeys, Tommy and Carol and had slung ice cream at the Starcourt Mall until it burst into flames.

Why Harrington could care about him, Eddie had no idea.

“Van broke down,” he answered shortly, shoving his hands in his pockets even though the leather was nearly as cold as the wind. He gave a strained smile. “Stuck here.”

“Phone busted?”

“Out of money.” Eddie cocked his head, feeling bold. “Got fifty cents?”

It’d be enough for another call to the trailer and one to Wayne’s work for safety.

Steve raised both brows, and Eddie blanched. He and Steve were practically strangers, and he’d immediately hit Steve up for money. Even if he was known as the rich kid with parties every week because his parents were never home—Eddie was so far off his radar, he might as well have been gum under his shoe.

“I could give you a ride,” Steve said instead. “Forest Hills, right?”

A ride in the Steve Harrington’s Beemer. Sleek and maroon and drool-worthy.

The girls at school that would have literally slit his throat to be in Eddie’s place.

Eddie’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, but he managed to find words and point back at the payphone with his thumb.

“I really just need to call my uncle. He’ll come get me.”

Steve leveled a gaze at him. “And you’ll spend an hour in the snow waiting. I’m not going to leave you out here to freeze.”

Eddie sucked his teeth, staring Steve down. He hated to give Steve the point of being right, but he was starting to lose feeling in his hands and his cheeks were stinging from the wind across his face.

He sighed, wetting his bottom lip. Or tried to, since the wet from his tongue only made his face freeze more.

“Fine,” he said, ducking his head as he trudged toward the Beemer. He didn’t dare stop to double-check with Steve, wincing as he pulled his hand from his pocket to open the door and slide inside.

The inside was immediately ten times warmer, blasting from the fans and Eddie nearly moaned. Until Steve’s door slammed closed and suddenly Eddie was inside Steve Harrington’s car. With Steve Harrington.

“You good, Munson?”

He was staring, he realized only after Steve spoke. If Steve wasn’t apprehensive about letting the school freak into his car, he was sure to be when Eddie acted as though he’d been raised far from civilization.

He forced a hard swallow. “Just surprised this isn’t all some trick. My type doesn’t exactly mesh with your type.”

Steve gave this chuckle, like an inside joke only he had any idea of.

“Right,” he said softly, and Eddie definitely felt as though he was way out of the loop on a new kind of Steve Harrington.

A kind he had a single car ride to figure out.

Part Two

[mochinomnoms]

Half asleep past midnight ramblings because I saw a pirate AU mentioned and I know you like Jade so like

Yuu drops stuff off the edge of a ship and into the ocean by accident - maybe some kinda mushroom-shaped pendant idk. And jade ends up catching it and misinterpreted the exchange as a courting gesture somehow. And now Yuu keeps on getting dragged out to deck by the rest of the crew because this bigass mer with bigass teeth keeps jumping aboard and snarling at anyone who approaches him except for Yuu for some reason

And Yuu just keeps having to drop what they're doing to nudge what seems, to them, like quite a placid merman off the deck and back into the ocean, wondering why they specifically have to do that and not believing the rest of the crew when they describe Jade as 'A hissing monstrosity that tried to take a chunk outta my arm!' etc. etc.

Anyway they have a collection of random ocean trinkets that Jade keeps giving them or something. And also Jade saves them from drowning. Floyd follows Jade to the surface once and then there's an issue with TWO mermen tryna hang out on deck but only tolerating two specific crew members and one is the angry redhead who ends up looking super amusing trying to drag a slippery, troublesome eel to the edge of the boat so he can get back to whatever he should be doing

Sorry about the rambling - and sorry if it isn't coherent. My brain needs something to do since I can't get to sleep rn lol.

I don't know a whole lot about pirates other than what I know from my video game...but from I am aware! They spend at least weeks if not months out at sea! I like to think that it takes Jade sometime to watch and actually fall for someone, while Floyd is the one more prone to love at first sight fight

When you guys are around at sea, slowly making your way to the next port, you're not super surprised you've been followed by a pair of merfolk.

They're known to be curious, but unless they're sirens, they're likely to keep to themselves.

But these two have been following the ship for quite some time now, like they're after something specific.

They're practically identical, just a few things like their gray strands of hair and their bi-colored eyes that help with differentiating them. The more excitable of the two seems to be most invested in chasing after your boat.

You can't understand the clicks, chirps, or squeals he makes, but you do notice how excited he gets when your friend Riddle, a crewmate who ran off from home, is on the deck. Riddle seems annoyed and will often yell at the merman, telling him to go away and stop following.

Though the big guy just looks so happy to see Riddle that you think he isn't able to understand human speech. If you had to guess, you think he was following after Riddle. Not sure why though.

You almost forget about the other one, with how quiet he is. You encounter him after dropping a cute little mushroom pendant that you got from a port shop a while back. The moment it plopped into the dark water in the dead of night, you were absolutely devastated. You even took some spare rope and wrapped it around your waist in a tight knot before scaling the side of the ship to carefully make it down to the water.

Hoping and praying to whatever sea god lorded over the current waters you were in that the water was shallow and pendant not lost to the deep, you failed to notice the soft teal aquamarine glow emerging from the water.

When you finally do turn to look at the water, you just about screamed at the upper hand of one of the mermen's face staring at you. Pressing yourself against the wooden hull of the ship, you stared back at him, not even daring to blink, as if he would suddenly lunge at you if you looked away.

Not an unwarranted fear; you and the rest of the crew had seen the way those sharp teeth and claws torn apart large tuna and annoying seagulls.

You think this is the more quiet of the two, based on the lack of reaction and the strand on his left. He seems more quizzical than playful, compared to whom you think is his brother. His eyes flicker down to watch the way your chest moves up and down as you try to calm your breath. He stares for a bit before flickering back up to your eyes, where he resumes his chilling stare.

What felt like hours, but was probably minutes, passed as you two played what was essentially a staring contest. Eventually, made due to boredom, or maybe he was satisfied after studying you so long, his right hand came up from the water clenching something. He gently opened his hand to reveal the golden mushroom pendant, complete with your gold chain and everything.

"Oh! You got it, uh, can I have it back?" You asked, pointing at the item in his hand.

The merman slowly rose up the lower part of his face and upper chest now visible. Looking at him up close, you could understand why they cautioned sailors to keep their distance from all sea folk.

Such pretty faces, it's no wonder people willingly drown themselves just in an attempt to be with one.

The teal colored merman watched as you carefully reached for the item in his hand, only to jerk it away and make a laughing sound. You think it was laughter, based on the smirk and squinted eyes he gave you. You huffed, reaching for it again, only for him to swam back again. His laughter was growing louder, seems that he was just as mischievous as his brother, just sneakier about it.

It almost sounded musical to your ears, too bad you were too focused on getting the pendant back to admire it. Eventually, the creature was far enough out of your reach that you were barely touching the ship with the tip of your toes. It seemed like he wanted you to fall into the water as he playfully splashed at you with the tip of his tail. You knew he was playing, if he really wanted you in the water, that tail had more than enough strength to wrap around you and drag you in.

But still, you wanted that damn pendant back! He seemed fascinated by the mushroom itself and the detailing on it. His claws kept tracing over the ridges and he was studying it intently when he wasn't staring at you. He's probably never seen one before. That's when a brilliant idea popped into your head!

Gesturing him to wait, you climbed back up the rope, turning back every time to check and see that he was still there. The big guy seemed a bit annoyed, disappointed even, that you were leaving. No matter, you'd be back soon enough with a bargaining chip.

It takes a moment for you to finally make your way back up, huffing and your arms straining from pulling your self up. Riddle, bless his heart, had rushed out after hearing your scream earlier and was pacing around the deck waiting for you to return.

"There you are! I saw you with one of the mermen, did you get hurt? Do you need medical attention? Come to the infirmary, I'll check you up—"

You waved him off, struggling to undo your knot, blurting out something about you being fine and needing to trade. Finally managing to stumble into the sleeping quarters and to your cot, digging against your blanket and bags to finally find a small pouch.

Smiling at your victory, you ran back up to the deck to find Riddle struggling with the rope and one of the mermen. You're pretty sure it's the other one: his strand is on his right side and he's a lot more vocal as he tried climbing up the side of the ship using the rope and digging his claws in the hull.

Poor Riddle was struggling to get the merman's arms off of his, the latter's grasp tightening the more he struggled to get out.

"Damn it Floyd! I told you! Leave!" A kick. "Me!" An inhumane yelp. "ALONE!"

The merman looked almost disappointed as Riddle finally managed to kick him in the face and crawl away from his grasp.

Riddle was heaving as he glared at the pouting merman, watching as he finally lost his claw grip in the wood and slid back into the water with a loud splash. You helped your friend up, checking him over for any stratches or bite marks.

"So it is you that they're following! I'd been wondering way they were so focused on our ship, but how do you know his name?"

Riddle sighed, nodding his head. "I apologize. I was hoping that he wouldn't remember me from our childhood, it's been so long, but..."

He dragged his hands over his face in exasperation. "He has a perfect memory when he wants to. He used to visit the reefs near my hometown, I ended up meeting him there when I was younger. He was so annoying! Liked to poke and prod at me anytime I visited the beach, I thought I finally managed to get rid of him when I left home, but it seems that he's found me."

"How can you understand them?"

"Ah, they can speak and understand common tongue. They just choose to feign ignorance." Riddle muttered to himself as he slipped off his now soaking jacket.

You watched your friend as he wrung out the water in his clothes from who you now know is Floyd. Pursing your lips, you looked toward the rope, now splayed across the deck, and move toward it.

"Do you know the other one's name?" you asked, tying the rope back to your waist.

"Hmm? His twin? I think it's Jade, why do you want to—what are you doing?"

Riddle suddenly stood watching in horror as you slipped over the ledge of the ship once again.

"He's got my pendant, gonna get it back—"

"No! You going down there is how Floyd got up, get back here!" Riddle marched over, stomping his foot and reaching for you just as you jumped. "I'll get you another, one with rubies in it—HEY!"

Using the momentum from the fall, you planted your feet against the hull as you landed against it, looking down at the water again. This time, both mermen were watching you as you climbed down, though the one you though was Floyd looked upset and bored, swimming up to the hull to make small crying noises to Riddle, you assumed.

As you got closer, the one called Jade came closer, apparently interested that you returned. Once you were finally within each other's reach again, you gestureed for him to come closer.

By this point, his brother was behind him watching curiously as you held up the pouch in your hand, opening it and revealing a white button mushroom.

Jade perked up, looking between your pendant and the mushroom in your hand. You pointed at the pendant in his hand, before remembering what Riddle said.

"Oh yeah, he said you could understand me." Jade didn't betray that he understood you, though his ear fins twitched as you spoke.

"Uh, if you give me that—" you still pointed to the pendant, just incase he was wrong. Though Riddle rarely was. "—then I will give you this!" You pointed back to the white mushroom in your hand.

Jade looked excitedly at the mushroom, nodding as you two traded. Sighing in relief, you pulled the chain over your neck and tucked it into your shirt. You readied to climb back up to the ship again before glancing at Jade.

He was poking at the mushroom, turning it round in his fingers. He seemed almost childlike in his wonder with the fungus, it was almost cute. Right up until he tore it in half and dropped it into the water, watching it float.

"What, no!" You whined, startling him as you gestured between him and the mushroom.

"No! No, no, no! That's a waste of a perfectly good mushroom! Do you know how hard it is to get those at ports? You're supposed to eat it!"

Exasperated, you opened your pouch again and handed another to Jade, though this time he eyed your hand warily.

"...What? Do you think I'm gonna posion you? Look—" You tore it in half, like he did earlier, and popped one half into your mouth. "Shee? Yummy!"

He still looked doubtful as you chewed. Rolling your eyes, you extended your arm out to his face, making him jerk away again.

"Just, try it! Come on!" You pushed against the hull again, on your tiptoes, as you held out the mushroom towards his lips.

"I'll even feed it to ya! Say 'aaaah'."

Jade looked at your open mouth and, you swear on your soul, blushed before looking away. He thinned his lips, eyes flickering back at you again with an almost shy expression. Floyd, in the background, was staring curiously, before making a chirping sound. Jade made a similar sound back, before looking at you between his lashes and bashfully taking the mushroom from your fingertips.

You tried not to jump from his teeth scraping you and his cold lips brushing against your skin. Instead, you stilled yourself, holding your breath as he chewed.

"It's good, right?"

Jade paused swallowing and slowly nodding before opening his mouth.

"Yes, it's quite...nice." You were surprised how smooth and human his voice was. It as almost soft, a stark difference from his sharp ends and edges. Pleasant.

You shook your thoughts from your head. You refused to be one of those lovesick sailors.

"Right...well, thanks! I'll be, uh, heading back now."

You actively chose to not look back as you climbed up, though perhaps you should have. You could have seen the way Jade watched you, like your were Aphrodite emerging from the sea foam to the land.

"What I tell ya Jade?" Jade continued watching you climb up, eyeing the way Riddle dragged you to the boat, though he flicked his ear fin towards Floyd. "I told you that the lil shrimp was just your type!"

Floyd giggled as he swam on his back, circling his brother. He paused to listen to the way Riddle was yelling at you. So cute.

"Aren't you glad you joined me? I get my Goldfishie, and you'll get a little Shrimpy out of it! Mama and Pops will be so happy when we bring them back home!

"Yes...we'll have to do it soon though." Jade smiled as he watched you and Riddle peer over the edge. You waved at him, and he back at you. His smile grew as you excitedly waved even harder speaking to Riddle before your friend dragged you away.

"The farther we get, the less time we have to return to Azul. His water-breathing spell will only last so long."

"And whose fault is that?" Floyd scoffed, flicking water at his brother in annoyance. "I wanted to take my mate and his friend since day one, you're the one who wanted to 'study' them and stuff. I know you best, if I tell you that the shrimp is perfect for you, you oughta listen!"

Jade glared at Floyd, who stuck his tongue at him, before softly laughing.

"You're right Floyd, of course you know me so well." Jade stared back up at the ship, as if his gaze alone would beckon you to return to him. "The water's warm, there's a storm coming from the east, where they've been traveling."

Jade dove into the water, his brother following him.

"The storm is large and coming soon, and the wood over here is damaged." Jade gestured to a part of the hull that was starting to rot, water slipping in. "If we cause the ship to take in more water, it will sink. They only have a few of those smaller boats, and much too many crew."

Floyd grinned as he caught on to what his brother was implying.

"Everyone will probably be scrambling to get on them boats—"

"Precisely, and with the chaos of a storm, will be much too busy to notice two of their crewmates snatched by a pair of mermen."

The twins shared a conniving laugh, following the ship into an unseen storm in the dark of night.

Something that few people ever mentioned, as it was quite rare, was that once a merperson fell for someone, they also were determined to drag them into the deep, never to be seen again by the people of the surface.

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Castiel pining after a hunter—his creator betrayed him, so he found a new one.

"Hello mortal, it's me, Castiel."

Yandere Castiel met you after he betrayed heaven for the Winchesters. Cut off from his angelic powers, it was merely a matter of time before his grace dwindled away to humanness. He would be lying to himself if he said he did not fear. More than fear, there was this other fickle notion. This emotion gnawed inside his vessel's muscular organ situated in the mediastinum.

He truly thought God cared for his creations, but he had been brought back by this all-knowing entity, and for what?

He has no purpose except for aiding the Winchesters, which has only 'bitten him in the ass', as Dean says.

He's vulnerable... and that's when he stumbled upon you.

Yandere Castiel appeared out of thin air; well, that's how it appeared to you, seeing as how you are a mortal and are unable to see into other spiritual planes. He took down the monstrosities you had been hunting with relative ease. It left his angelic form wheezing as more of his grace was depleted. He should have simply left you, but something in him compelled him not to.

He introduced himself and naturally you were taken aback. He didn't elaborate any further when bombarded with questions. He offered to heal you.

Yandere Castiel followed you everywhere after that, like a lost hellhound looking for its owner. There was always an angel on your shoulder, more accurately, peering over your shoulder.

He even neglects prayers from the Winchesters and their allies to spend time with you. They did not appreciate him as much as you did. After all, he was only blasphemed and devalued around them. You thanked him, allowed him into your sleeping quarters, and shared private information with him that very few knew.

He already knew these things due to his, well, just being ethereal, but something in him said that he should keep that to himself.

When he could spare the grace, he would stay in his angel form so he could watch you uninterrupted. Apparently humans did not appreciate being looked upon so closely, despite the fact celestial beings are always looking upon humanity. It's another one of those human quirks he does not understand.

You were and still are a fascinating creature. He can't help but get attached.

Yandere Castiel is unsatisfied by the work your guardian angel has been doing. He is hardly able to call it protection, seeing as how Castiel always has to be the one to step in and take care of you. So he tears the wings off of that pitiful excuse and takes the grace from them.

He's keeping the both of you safe. It was only a matter of time before the angel reported his whereabouts to heaven and sent someone far more powerful to eliminate him. Then who would keep you safe? It certainly wouldn't have been the 'angel' heaven assigned to you.

When he appears to you with a stronger grace presence and blood coating him, you are naturally cautious. When you question him, he simply rebuffs and states that he was 'taking care of things'. He doesn't want you to worry, so he presses his lips to yours and makes you forget this little interaction.

It's addicting.

Is this what that abomination Sam Winchester felt when intaking demonic substance?

He still doesn't condone the vessel's actions, but he has a better understanding now.

Yandere Castiel abuses his divinity. Even with limited grace, he obtains it in other ways now. The more human part of him knows this is wrong, but the angel part of him says that this is righteous. It is, isn't it? He's serving humanity through one human. His human.

He isn't shy about those fleeting touches of his. He is often tempted to let you harm yourself in incrimental ways so he is able to step in and 'kiss your boo-boos'. It is another human phrase he has grown fond of, even despite its juvenile connotations. It isn't required that he has direct contact to heal your wounds, but you do not need to be made aware of that.

Unfortunately, he cannot prevent certain incidents from occurring. So he wipes your memory. All those negative emotions you felt towards him cease to exist. He is your sinless guardian, your angel, your soul mate.

He allows you to get high on his grace. All of your problems fade away, and there is only him.

In those moments, you see him how he sees you, as the only being in creation worth attention. 

Yandere Castiel thought it could not get any worse than ridding you of stray entities. Wherever God is, they must be either punishing him for his disobedience or testing his loyalty to his human. A cherub of all lower ethereal entities is trying to mark you with an enochian love sigil. Heaven is trying to force you to have an 'other half'.

His patience runs thinner than God's love.

He tried to use his words, but the cherub was just so persistent. He snapped all of the arrows first, then he grabbed his angel blade and plunged it into the love being's skull. That was after he tortured the information about this false soul mate those fuckers on high wanted to force upon you.

Your bloodline needed to be preserved because your line was fated to do something greater. He knows better than to trust the words of those in heaven. If your bloodline needs to continue, Castiel can always help you copulate.

So your 'soul mate' ends up dead. He binds your heart to his vessel's without your knowledge.

This is how it was always supposed to be.

Yandere Castiel has you with him now. You are undeniably attracted to him, which makes it so easy to persuade you. He is able to create distance between you and the hunter life. It's almost perfect, except for his apparent duty to the Winchesters.

He is confronted after neglecting them for nearly a year. He brushes it off like he has before, but they persist. He cannot allow you to be near them! They are the center of the world's supernatural troubles. His hand is eventually forced.

So he's fiercely protective, always a wing around you. Neither better get the faintest idea of wanting you. You're his.

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Never Gonna Be Alone - Part One

Summary: When a friend from college contacts you about renting out your empty, spare bedroom to her brother, you aren't really sure what to expect.

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Author's Note: I've been writing two horribly depressing stories simultaneously for a while now and I needed a break from the angst. I hope that you all enjoy this.

Warnings for the entire series: language, drug & alcohol use, pining & yearning, fluff, possible angst, and sexual content. Plus, me attempting to be a comedian.

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She said, "he's kind of messy in every aspect of his life, but he's fun to be around!" Then, she very positively followed that up with, "I think you two would really get along!"

You met Helaena in college, and to be honest, you really didn't know her that well. She was a friend of a friend who had been in a few of the same classes as you, went to the same bars, and had a similar taste in art and music. She'd like every selfie, or ask to borrow a book you posted about, but you had never really hung out alone together.

So when your phone started ringing on a Friday night, after you were already three margaritas deep and swimming in queso dip at your cousin's birthday party, and it was Helaena Targaryen's name flashing across the screen, you were admittedly concerned; though, you'd always known her to be a pretty sincere person, so you took her word for it when she said that you should let her older brother move into the empty, second bedroom of your apartment. It might have been the tequila, or the fact that you were just that desperate, but you immediately agreed to her proposition without question.

You had been trying to rent the room out for months when it became impossible to afford the luxury of living alone, but every person that was interested happened to fall through for one reason or another. You had even offered a discounted rate (as the bedroom was smaller than yours and there was only one bathroom and it was a Jack-and-Jill), but you still couldn't find a good fit.

Enter Aegon Targaryen.

Suddenly, a guy whom you could only describe as 'that has to be Helaena's brother', was knocking on your door a week later. There was beat up Wrangler sitting on the curb behind him filled to the roof with cardboard boxes, and a tiny U-Haul hitched to the bumper with what little bit of furniture he had. He looked at you, blinked a few times and said, "I'm Aegon." You introduced yourself and he nodded; there were no pleasantries, no hand shakes or smiles. He just walked into your apartment, looked around, and then started moving his things in.

It was mid-July, so obviously there were better things you could be doing with your time than helping a complete stranger move his things into your home during a drought and a heat wave. Yet, you slid on your sandals and got to work after you had started to feel bad that you were sitting pretty in the air conditioning while your new roommate struggled alone in the humidity.

It didn't take long until the only thing left was his mattress. You weren't even sure how he got that monstrosity stuffed into the tiny trailer in the first place. It was ridiculously bulky and much heavier than it needed to be, but he swore that it was the most comfortable mattress you'd ever lay on in your life- a fact that you would just have to take his word for. You struggled, a lot, but put on a brave face as Aegon did most of the heavy lifting in the back and you navigated up front.

As you were coming up the porch steps with your sunglasses sliding off of your face as you dripped with sweat, and your arms tired from hours of heavy lifting (saving the heaviest for last, which was a terrible idea), you ended up missing the stoop completely and landing on your ankle awkwardly. You played it off until you had gotten the mattress onto his bed frame, and then silently cried about it in your now shared bathroom; quietly cursing the economy for forcing this situation upon you. Later that night as you were sitting on the couch, with your swollen ankle elevated on a couple of throw pillows, your new roommate tosses a bag of frozen peas in your lap and continues into his room with a bowl of cereal for dinner.

"Thanks," you called after him but only heard the sound of his bedroom door closing in reply.

Over the next few weeks you observed quite a bit about Aegon Targaryen. You knew which spoon was his favorite, how he preferred his tea, that he washed his hair with tea tree shampoo, and enjoyed mint chocolate chip ice cream. He cut the crust off of his sandwiches when he ate them at home, but when he packed his lunch he left them on. He could drink an entire box of wine by himself, but he typically stopped after two glasses, and he always asked if you wanted him to pour you one. He talked to his siblings a lot, but never his parents, and he really enjoyed watching dog videos on his phone while sitting on the couch as you tried to watch your show.

And when he laughed, he belly laughed, and you couldn't help but smile softly to yourself when he did.

Despite how taciturn he may have been, he was still good company, even if you were just sitting on opposite ends of the sofa doing your own thing. He always thanked you when you would leave leftovers in the fridge with a sticky note that had his name on it, and you started making sure that you made enough for two. When he came home late on the weekends, he tried his absolute hardest to do so quietly, but with those hardwood floors, it was almost impossible. He'd wake you up every single time, but you would never say anything. It was hardly an inconvenience after the many nights you'd fall asleep to the sound of him softly strumming his guitar in the next room.

And yet, you just couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop. Because it had to, right? Surely this would be a nightmare; God finally sending a punishment for your sins and giving him the face of a literal angel for shits and giggles. You weren't entirely convinced he wasn't Karma-In-Disguise, as the only other option was just too good to be true. It just couldn’t be that you agreed to live with someone you had previously never met simply because someone that you really didn’t know said you should and by some miracle it actually worked out? 

Absolutely not.

You were not that lucky. 

One morning you woke to find Aegon in the kitchen, standing at the counter, making himself a cup of tea. He had already brewed a pot of coffee for you and there was a box of assorted pastries sitting on the table, one of which he was holding between his teeth as he poured a splash of milk into his cup. He turned to you, leaning against the counter and took a bite out of his scone.

"What's this?" You quirked an eyebrow as you studied the scene.

"A 'thank you', I s'pose," he shrugged, voice deep with residual exhaustion. He scratched at the short stubble on his chin, almost nervously, "It's been like a month since I moved in ‘ere, and, to be honest, I wasn't really expectin’ you to let me stay longer than a week."

You laughed softly and took a few steps deeper into the kitchen, taking note of how comfortable the space was with his presence in it. You couldn't ignore the way your pulse quickened at the sight of him in this light; the way the soft, morning sun bounced off of his blonde hair like a halo. He stayed right where he was as you moved around him; his tired, blue eyes following as you grabbed your favorite mug and a spoon from the drawer.

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to want to stay," you mentioned as you stood next to him and added two scoops of sugar to your cup. Your eyes flickered up to meet his stare, which was so blue you might as well have been looking up at the sky itself. "We're basically strangers."

"I wouldn't say that," he shrugged, lips curling into a small smirk, and you had to stop looking at him before you spilled coffee all over yourself.

"Oh? What are we then?" You asked, feeling your cheeks warming slightly as you averted your gaze.

"Not strangers," you could hear the smirk in his tone; his gaze lingering for a moment longer before he took another bite of his pastry and pushed himself off the counter. "Besides," he added, taking a few steps towards the living room before glancing back at you. "A stranger wouldn't know your favorite bakery."

You laughed softly through your nose, realizing that your new roommate had just confessed to eavesdropping on your late-night FaceTime calls with your best friend. Not that he really had a choice—the walls were paper-thin, after all. Just two days ago, you’d mentioned how badly you were craving a chocolate croissant, but how they always seemed to sell out before you could get one. Now, as you flipped open the top of the cardboard box, your stomach sank. A sudden jolt of realization shot through you, followed by a nauseating wave of panic. 

There they were. 

Four chocolate croissants, neatly packed and staring back at you.

“Fuck.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

The Crew Heads with Reader: Television

G/N. (Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo).

Bro Code | Dinner | Shopping | Television | Gacha | Board Games | Suits

Samuel replaces your old crackly television-

A relic from the 90s where you can almost count the pixels and a logo is permanently burned into the screen-

with a 4k monstrosity.

Jake's choice of words but monstrosity is a bit harsh, Eli thinks. Knowing Samuel-

(and Eli does now know him too well to bear thinking about. Seriously, how on earth has that happened?! but that's a train of thought for another time.)

It'll be the best. Top of the line and no expenses spared.

Except.

"It's too big," Eli comments as Jake starts to rip open the cardboard and packaging.

"Yep," Jake grins. Focused on the task at hand though never giving up an opportunity to rib Samuel, "70 inches for Y/N's tiny apartment. Can tell you dropped out of middle school."

"Shut up," is all Samuel manages to muster and the other two snort in response.

Samuel scoffs. Refuses to admit that yes, it is far too big. That only now he has realised it'll take up at least half the dividing wall between the living room and your bedroom, and there is nowhere near enough space to get a good viewing distance.

Which, by the way, has nothing to do with being a dropout.

Refusing to sink to their level and asinine comments, he continues to supervise. Watching Eli now joining to rip away the plastic and styrofoam and cardboard. Doesn't lift a finger to help. Why should he? He's already opened his wallet.

.

.

"Hey, brat," Jake shouts. Even with his and Eli's immense strength, they struggle to manoeuvre the awkwardly oversized, unwieldy object to position on the wall. "Come help out if you wanna join in in anymore movie nights."

Everyone knows 'brat' is Johan, who is currently lounging on the sofa. The insult having been tossed out casually one time by you, then adopted by everyone else because, hey - it's apt.

Johan rolls his eyes. Unglues himself from the sofa and acts as if this is an absolute waste of his time. That he has been thoroughly put out by needing to help these idiots.

But the additional pair of hands make quick work of hanging up the TV. Eli and Johan holding opposite sides as Jake tightens the screws.

Once done, all three stand back to admire their handiwork and the new screen. The sleek lines and shiny edging.

Oohs and aahs as Samuel flicks through the channels and sets it up.

United for once in front of the new technology, like cavemen when fire was first discovered.

.

.

You step back to take in the screen.

Then another.

And another.

And another-

The back of your legs hits the sofa. You start to flail but Eli grips you around the waist, steadying you before you stumble.

Huh. There are no more steps to take and the screen is still fucking huge.

(The quiet unnerved you when you first step foot through the door. You're used to coming home to voices raised and squabbling. The occasional broken ornament, dented pan, broken chair.

You had walked in to find them all looking equally pleased, which unnerved you even more.

Until you noticed the new television.)

"Thanks Sammy." You smile at him and he ignores the heat rising to his cheeks, "This is great. Really. But isn't it a bit... big?"

Eli chuckles as Jake stage-whispers, "Sammy failed math,"

"Samuel," Sammy corrects, out of habit more than anything, "I'm only being considerate of Johan's shit eyesight."

Johan doesn't bother to look up from his phone. "Fuck off, four eyes."

[bl4ckorch1d]

SHACKLE // Buckthorne Woods

Male Naga OC / GN! Reader

1.5k Words || AO3

Slight horror themes.

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The forest was almost deadly silent, an oddity for such a usually lively place. One place once visited by many turned abandoned acres. Though it wasn’t a mystery, the nation needed a specific place for the things they deemed ‘unsightly’ for their aesthetic modernized cities. It seemed not even the birds wanted to stick around, not wanting to become prey to either fangs or claws. 

Buckthorne Woods, a name known by many and feared just the same. It only seemed like a few years ago until the humans decided ‘monsters’ can’t roam free on their own free will anymore. Almost seems like they got bored of fighting themselves and moved on to a different area of the food tree. While the woods were certainly one of the largest in the nation, it still was nowhere near big enough to hold every ‘monstrosity’ that roamed the land; their population almost became cut in half due to this. Not much of a chance for a bloom either, while the forest dwellers stay among their own types and don’t fight with each other over land, most refuse to bring a child into such a hate-filled world. Some kinds are becoming almost extinct; mostly the less humanoid they look, the lesser their number is. 

A waterfall was all that truly broke the silence in this specific part of the forest, a beautiful sight almost no one will ever know exists. All that accompanied other than the lush forest greens was a small opening to a cavern, only lit by the sun shining into it.

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The water rippled against the paddles that ran through it, a canoe accompanied by a lone fisher. Setting your canoe under light shading, between the endless green that surrounded your figure. With the paddle set aside, you are in high hopes for fish above the average. With your dominant hand gripping your fishing pole, in a single swoop, you swing the line into the water. A small splash accompanied the bobber as it broke the surface tension of the water. The rays of the sun crack through the open spaces of shade, your skin embracing the slight heat. Eyes steady for any slight pull, you sit there tense. A slight tug on the pole, “Finally, a bite.” you hum to yourself. As you go to start reeling in, your body suddenly drags forward, slamming at the edge of the canoe almost tipping over. You try balancing yourself all while whatever was hooked squirmed around violently in the water, splashing and sending slight waves in all directions. Stubbornly, you began pulling back in panic and hurry, but all this action resulted in was a loud snap. Your back harshly hits the bottom of the canoe, as it sways from side to side. “Damn it”, you thought to yourself, “Should have brought spares.”, as you looked down at the snapped pole.

  At this point, your only goal was to find your way home after that experience. The river only went in one direction, and you swore you remembered which way you came from. So why did it feel so ominously wrong? Paddling through the water, you had expected to find the subtle tracks you left behind to get back out of the forest. The endless overgrown verdure shielded most of your view, but you could hear the heavy sound of water crashing against itself. You knew at that moment that you were completely lost. Your phone was rendered useless without an ounce of service, and the map you brought was drenched from the fishing disaster. The idea of making it back seemed like a pipe dream. It was late evening, and by the time you could even make it back to your fishing spot, the forest would be enveloped by complete darkness. Heading on towards the sound of the water, your eyes were met with an enchanting sight. A waterfall with almost crystal clear water in the pool below it, the scene looked straight out of a magazine. Looking past the constant pouring, there was a cavern hidden slightly beside the falls. Seemed to be your last resort for a place to reside. Paddling on, you dock your canoe as close to the cavern as you can without it getting completely flooded. Grabbing any salvageable supplies, you adventure forward to the mouth of the cavern. 

Nothing seems odd at first glance, a few spiders with their webs seem to be the only company you’ll have tonight. You drop your bag only a few feet into the cavern, far enough to be protected from the elements but close enough to still see outside. The cavern seemed to split into many tunnels further along and that just seemed like a horrible idea to adventure in your current state. Luckily your small blanket had survived the onslaught of water, a small comfort in your hellish predicament. If it wasn’t for the bed of rocks you laid on, you could almost trick yourself into thinking the waterfall was a sound machine when you shut your eyes.

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Pains shot up your left leg, and you could feel the bile burning in the back of your throat as you lurched awake. Your eyes water as you lose the fight against your nausea. Choking as the last bit of bile makes it out of your mouth. Reaching for your backpack so you can fish out your thermostat to rid the aftertaste of vomit. Instead of the bag, your hand meets straw. You aren’t where you fell asleep. Panic rises in your system as you notice your left leg has swollen like a balloon and the leg beside it has a glistening silver shackle around it.  

You try to make sense of the rest of your surroundings. You seem to be at a dead end of one of the tunnels you spotted earlier. A small fire lights the area with the smoke billowing out into a tiny hole within the wall. If that hole led outside, it seems it is still night. You can’t spot your bag anywhere in the room, there wasn’t much of anything other than the small straw bed you laid upon and the small fire. Oh, and of course the shackle around your ankle that seemed to glisten as it taunted you. Yanking on it seemed to only deliver more pain to the opposite leg as you slightly moved. The chain connected to it was rooted deep into the cave wall, you’d need a jackhammer to even hope to remove it. 

Seems like you really should have listened to all the warning signs you saw at the entrance of the forest, instead of delusionally hoping no harm would have come to you. Now you lay prisoner to some mystery creature. Yelling seemed pointless as no other humans would be anywhere near the entrance of the cavern, and you couldn’t tell how deep you were into it. The noise would also likely attract whatever trapped you, but that almost seemed better than willowing alone in pain. So, you did as any white girl would do in a cheesy horror film and yelled out, “Is anybody there?” . . . A weird mix of relief and disappointment washed over you as silence was your only response. Not even the slightest rustle, only the crackling of embers. 

A sigh escaped your lips, almost masking the slight foreign noise just outside from where you could see. Nausea hits like a typhoon once you lay eyes on who you guessed to be your captor. A naga male, he could almost be mistaken for a model if it wasn’t for the tail that replaced where legs would be. “The rabbit finally awakens I see.” A silky deeper voice, one that overenunciated its s’ by quite a bit. His tan upper half shifted as he went to throw the sticks into the dying fire. Once he moved closer you could finally get a good look at him, his snake side resembling a ‘tiger snake’ with the black and yellow banding. A sharp jawline matched, with sharp golden brown eyes. Black hair tied messily into a bun. Could be worse, much better than some smelly goblin at least.  Your internal monologue was disrupted as he moved to you, getting closer to your swollen leg. “Suprised it hasn’t turned purple yet.” He let out a snide hiss as he poked it, his smile widening as you whimpered out in pain. “But don’t worry, it’s only been mere hours. It’ll swell much more by morning.” A prideful huff as those sharp eyes glanced down at you. He was obviously mocking you, and you could only grit your teeth in response. His hand swatting at you, “No need for that, I’m not going to let it get that bad dear.” The tone made him seem so condescending that you wouldn’t be surprised if he bit you again, right in the same puncture wounds. “Now, give me a second, don’t go anywhere!” . . . Maybe a goblin would have been better. His form quickly slithers out of the area leaving nothing but the sounds of embers once again.

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[seeminglyseph]

There’s…. Something. In the fact that like in Polyphemus;

A trade, you see? A gift from you and a gift from me

where Odysseus sort of. in one case he is being extremely presumptuous of Polyphemus' intelligence and generosity by sort of... hoping he can set either set the value of the sheep and barter it down from blood to wine, without taking the actual truth of the barter into consideration "trespassing and murder, a violation of hospitality of a powerful being who is childlike, but not stupid. Who is monstrous but prideful as the son of a god."

Odysseus views Polyphemus as someone he can look down on because Odysseus has been a King At War for the past decade, and Polyphemus is a non-citizen monstrosity. like. he's a physical threat at the moment but politically Odysseus has been providing for his men by raiding and pillaging for 10 years. In his head he's a raiding king and this shepherd should be grateful for having his life spared. The original Odyssey is being told about and to people in the act of colonial expansion and war and it asked its audience simply to consider the concept of. like. When your armies go to war and raid villages and stuff for food, killing and enslaving the people. Whose children are they? What will their children become? (And hey, it's still a valid story worth telling today, who knew, that's why they call 'em the classics!)

it's kind of present in the whole treatment of Polyphemus and the Cyclops Saga as a whole. He goes on a raiding party, shoots first and asks questions later, presumes to set a value on what he damaged, presumes that the agreement is settled based on his own statement of it, then presumes his own act of mercy will be enough to undo the acts of hostility he's already taken, and the breaches of hospitality he has committed that need to be answered for. Like he might have maybe almost declared war with the "I am the reigning king of Ithaca... ...Odysseus!" thing. like. you're lucky the price was named at 600, honestly? I don't. Remember how the Odyssey ends. But like. you literally could have declared Ithaca at war with Poseidon and like. Girliepop you live on an island.

It presents again kind of and is like... kind of directly called out in Ruthlessness multiple times because like Jorge fully knows what's up and that's a blast, and Ruthlessness is like. so much theme packed into one song that like. Truly. The most Villain Song to Ever Villain Song. Because it draws on every weakness and insecurity of our protagonist and pulls them up to the surface for everyone to see. And then we get that last Evil of Pandora's Jar and Poseidon offers to let it go with a full apology for the trespasses against his son. And

Poseidon, we meant no harm We only hurt him to disarm him We took no pleasure in his pain We only wanted to escape

Odysseus lies, technically. In Odysseus' memory the crime they committed was attacking and blinding Polyphemus, so it makes sense, probably Poseidon is upset about Polyphemus being injured, Odysseus is constantly thinking about his son and going home, and Poseidon asked for an apology for his pain and cries so in his head, the first offense is when Polyphemus attacked them and they had to defend themselves to save their lives. He has fully failed to factor in the concept that he has trespassed on Poseidon's son's home and killed his sheep and caused him to grieve, then given him a poisoned wine and attempted to kill him when a price has been demanded in return for the violation of hospitality committed against him.

Odysseus has not reached a point where he considers Polyphemus something on a level of respect high enough that he could have some kind of hospitality to be respected. Odysseus is still a conqueror who breached the impenetrable walls of Troy. He'd seen sons of gods die horrible deaths in the last ten years. I feel like life feels wrong a million times over??? But he's entirely wrong in the scope of Poseidon's rage and sense of justice. Because some things are obligations as much as they are about compassion.

like. You trespassed against Polyphemus and left a calling card, Polyphemus went to his father to request a price be paid in blood for the trespasses that were done to him, Poseidon must honour this request made by his son or he will be known not to punish those who trespass against him and those who are his family or followers. If he cannot punish those who trespass against his own, then he cannot defend himself and is weak and unworthy of respect. He cannot allow the possibility of this disrespect to foster, for if he ask something great of his followers he needs them to give without question, knowing that he will defend them from others who would trespass upon them. Like the mob I guess? They are swimming with the shark now. oh no

so I feel like Odysseus' trait as a Trickster Hero is honestly what bites him, if he had been like. a traditionally noble King he might have been able to talk his way out of this, theoretically. If he had stopped escalating. because further trespasses require further payment.

Also this last bit is wild speculation but if Odysseus trespasses upon Poseidon's son and declares himself and his kingdom and Athena did not cut ties with him, would it create like. the god equivalent of like. fucking international incident? Poseidon and Athena go to war because her Warrior of the Mind doxxed himself in Sicily.

Anyway I need to stop typing now.

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Tempus Fugit (4x17)

The Headless Woman’s Pub was crowded wall-to-wall with red-faced employees of the Federal Government who had traveled the measly few blocks after work— despite the fact that it was a Sunday. As far as Val could tell, these people never took a day off.

Before getting this gig, he always imagined the feds drank like they were in one of those film noirs, pulling a handle of whiskey out of their desk and mulling over it after a hard case. He thought being an FBI Agent must’ve been so cool and mysterious.

“Oh shit!” a voice slurred from the other side of the room.

Val glanced over and saw that kid from the Violent Crimes Unit wiping spilled beer off of his date’s lap.

After getting this gig, he realized everything he used to think about the feds was bullshit. 

These were some of the most depressed fuckers he’d ever met. The ones that got the job for the glory would inevitably crash and burn, and the good ones would be haunted by the evils they saw. He couldn’t blame any of them for needing to indulge at the end of the day, but, Christ— J. Edgar himself would blush at the things these people said when they were drunk. He was starting to wonder if there was a single desk in that building that hadn’t been defiled. Though that was nothing compared to the guy who drank himself under the table because the ‘alien-guy’ stole his job. Val still didn’t know what the hell that meant, but he could still hear the way that guy kept muttering “fucking grey.”

“Excuse me.”

Glancing up, he saw a tall guy easing himself in between two people sitting at the bar. “Do you have a tab started?” Val asked.

“No, uh, I actually had a favor to ask,” the man clarified while his hands fidgeted against the bar’s wooden ledge.

Glancing around and seeing everyone’s drinks were full, Val stopped what he was doing and replied, “Shoot.”

Lanky started fumbling around with the pocket of his suit coat, and he began to worry the guy was gonna pull out his badge. They were too damn short-staffed to spare anyone for a twenty-minute interrogation about some drunk guy making a fool of himself after having one too many.

But agitation quickly made way for confusion when he was presented with one of those pink Hostess monstrosities. Ho Ho? Zapper? Chocodile Kazbars? Whatever the hell it was called, it should be illegal to put coconut in anything that was supposed to be called a dessert.

“I’m on a diet,” he deadpanned.

Ignoring his comment, the man tried to fluff the pink ball back into shape after presumably squashing in his pocket. “The woman I came in with— it’s her birthday, and she loves these things. I was wondering if there was any way you could ask someone in the back to put it on a plate and bring it out to her?”

Now that was a new one, especially for a shithole like this place. “Ya mean like Chili’s?”

“Well, hey, I certainly won’t say no if you have any sombreros hidden away in the kitchen,” he chuckled, looking over his shoulder as if to make sure his date wasn’t getting suspicious. Then, as if nervous Val would say no, he added, “They don’t have to sing Happy Birthday or anything. I know you guys are busy and—”

Interrupting the man’s rambling, he grabbed the pink cream ball. “What’s her name?”

“Scully.”

Val’s eyebrows rose at that. “She related to Vin? I was more of a Jerry Doggett fan myself.”

The guy exhaled a laugh, but then he shook his head. “No, and sorry, actually.” He spared another glance over his shoulder, and this time Val looked with him. It must’ve been the redhead who was glancing around, presumably searching for her boyfriend. He watched the shy smile that spread across her lips as her eyes met the man’s, and damn if she wasn’t one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. Her man must’ve known that too based on the nervous smirk that was on his face when he turned back around. “Dana. Her name is Dana,” he clarified, straightening out his tie.

It was common for Val to see men bring women from the office out for a drink in the hopes they’d get some. This might’ve been the first time he’d seen a fella do something thoughtful for his lady. Even if it was a 99¢ piece of garbage. “I’ll pass this to your waiter. I’m sure he can fix it up for Dana.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” Dana’s boyfriend replied. Val watched as he slid a five into the tip jar and started to make his way back to the table.

“Hey buddy,” Val called out, causing the man to turn around. “Ya told her you were going to come up and get drinks, didn’t ya?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed with an embarrassed wince, rushing back to the bar. Across the room, behind the man’s back, the woman’s brows furrowed and her lips quirked into an amused smirk as she watched him fumble to retrieve his wallet. “Thanks. Uh, one water and one vodka tonic, please. It’ll go under the name Mulder.”

After he sent Mulder on his way, he watched him take long strides back to the woman who was digging into their shared appetizer. He must’ve said something funny because the redhead started laughing and shaking her head. Val was impressed with how suave the guy was being after how nervous he had just been.

“D-did that man say his name was Mulder?”

Val turned and saw a meek, blonde woman sitting at the bar, not far from where the man in question had just been.

Val shrugged while trying to flag down a waiter, “Yeah. Know him?”

She glanced at the couple over her shoulder before turning back to face him, nervously playing with the cuff of her sleeve. “He’s a friend of the family.”

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own!

@gaycrouton

Happy Birthday Dana Scully!

[melishade]

Hey, have you seen that AOT animatic where the squad was singing Bohemian Rhapsody? I was wondering, if in the TFP kids AU, one of the kids let the 104th hear the song, do you think they would sing it? What do you think?

Clearly you haven't seen drinkyourfuckingmilk's comic on Levi, Hanji, and Erwin banging out to Bohemian Rhapsody. Speaking of which. Here an old thing I wrote way back when based on the chaos of the comic.

“We sang that!” Hanji exclaimed, “Or we tried too!”

Miko and Jack looked at each other before looking back at the Commander.

“You sang ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’?” Jack asked.

“You know ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’?” Miko asked in disbelief.

“Yes!” Hanji smiled, “Well, not the whole thing! Just that part before the guitar! Me, Erwin, and Levi got really drunk one night and started saying the nonsense! We didn’t even know what it was! We even wrote it down! We started singing about Galeleeo-,”

“Galileo,” Erwin corrected.

“Busy Bee-,”

“Beelzebub,”

“And a silhouette of a man?” Hanji guessed.

“Holy shit! You guys know ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’!” Miko smiled, “You gotta sing with us!”

“Fuck that,” Levi stated.

“Yes!” Hanji smiled.

Erwin merely shrugged.

“This should be fun,” Jean remarked as the younger Corp members watched.

“Raf! Rewind before the guitar solo!” Miko told him.

Rafael rewound the song and the piano began to play.

“I see a little silhouette-to of a man!” Miko sang.

“Scaramouch! Scaramouch will you do the Fandango!” Hanji joined in.

“Thunderbolts of lightening! Very, very frightening me!” they both sang as Miko played the guitar.

“Galileo,” Jack joined for the fun of it.

“Galileo,” Miko smiled.

“Galileo,” Hanji sang.

“Galileo Figaro!” they sang together.

“Magnificoooo!” Rafael joined in.

“I’m just a poor boy. Nobody loves me,” Erwin sang.

“No!” Levi exclaimed.

“He’s just a poor boy! From a poor family! Spare him his life from this monstrosity!” they all sang.

“How did we get here?” Jean asked.

“Hell if I know!” Connie exclaimed.

“I’m leaving,” Levi declared as he prepared to walk away.

“No! We will not let you go!” Hanji sang as she pulled Levi back.

“Let me go!” Levi shouted.

“Bismillah!”Jack and Miko sang.

“We will not let you go!” Rafael and Erwin sang.

“Let me-no!” Levi shouted as he realized he was saying the lyrics. He wasn’t sure if it was on accident or on purpose.

Armin felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Megatron along with Optimus behind him, looking incredulously at the sight.

“I really don’t know,” Armin answered.

“Well the dwarf is suffering, so I’ll see where this leads.” Megatron proclaimed.

“No!” Levi shouted as he covered his ears.

“No! No!No!No!No!NO!” they practically shouted.

“Oh, Mama Mia! Mama Mia!” Jack sang.

“Mama Mia, let me go!” All of them sang, “Beelzebub, has a devil put aside for me!”

Hanji appeared on Levi’s left.

“For meee!”Erwin appeared on his right.

Rafael intentionally stopped the music as all eyes turned to Levi. Levi glared at them and grumbled to himself.

“I really fucking hate you all,” Levi declared.

They all raised their ears expectantly.

“…For ME!” Levi sang really well, shocking the younger Survey Corps there.

“Whoo!” Miko cheered as she jumped and played the guitar solo.

(I guess this counts at an alternative scene lol.)

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 25 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 26

Summary: Loki gives you what you have craved since forever. You give him something in return as well.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smutty smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Fucking cum inside me loki" His wife moaned underneath him at the same time as his orgasm washed over him. Once the sensations died down, he pulled out of her and he seemed lost so she clicked her fingers over his face.

"You alright baby?" she asked him softly and he grabbed her hand to place them on his chest,

"Hurt me " he asked her so she groaned as she sat up.

"Not this again Loki, can we just cuddle now please?" She asked him and he looked down, he felt ashamed.

"Just a little, just make me feel pain, I won't ask for anything else" he mumbled as he cupped her cheeks but she swatted his hands away as if she was disgusted by his mere touch. He didn't blame her, he was disgusted by himself too.

"I'm going to sleep in the other room" she tried to get off the bed so he grabbed her hand,

"No I'm sorry, don't go, i just—" she glared at him,

"You just what Loki? Do you ever stop and think about me?" His eyes welled up as she said that. He didn't want to hurt her but no matter how much he tried he fucked it up over and over again. He drove her away from him further and further.

"He just keeps talking..he won't shut up he keeps talking .. don't leave me alone" he tried to stop her but she snatched her hand away to sleep in the other room, sometimes he made no sense to her and he didn't blame her at all.

He was the only one to blame for this monstrosity.

.....

"I need two toothbrushes, one big towel, and a bar of soap that's not made from pig's fat" you said to Thor so he crossed his arms, he was having a can of beer first thing in the morning. Who does that?

"You'd share a towel with him but not a toothbrush?" He snickered

"Sharing towel is sexy"

"Norns you're obsessed with him aren't you?"

"What gave it away?" You crossed your arms and he chuckled. Loki was still asleep for once, he hardly ever drank so much on his own, only when he was in someone's company. You didn't want to disturb his sleep so you got out of bed and tried to arrange a few things. You wanted to shower before you two leave for home. Thor got up and looked around for the things you had asked him for. It felt nice to have people around that wasn't his mother or his one night stands. He indeed had two spare towels as well so he gave them both to you.

"How come we have cell reception in the freaking nowhere? I have gotten a million of calls since last night"

"I don't really know starling..but happy birthday. Are you legal now for him to fuck you yet?" Thor asked you and you glared at him again.

"I have been legal for five years now.. he's an angel you see" you answered him

"I do admire his self control, I don't think I'd be able to do the same if I had you" he mumbled as he looked you up and down so you walked towards him angrily.

"Did you just flirt with your sister? That's gross, by the way if Loki trusts you enough to bring me back here then I do too and that makes me feel that you would have done exactly what he did in this situation, unless of course your psycho mother would have interfered"

"Heyyy show some respect for your future mother in law. She's not psycho, just delusional" your face felt warm at the first remark and then you felt angry.

"She's a criminal and you should accept that" Thor chuckled at your rattled state. The chuckling and snickering truly ran into the genes.

"Ohh lookie.. the sleeping beauty has awakened" You looked behind and found Loki standing at the end of the corridor, leaning himself against the wall, he looked adorable with his hair all poofed up so you walked towards him and got on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Why weren't you in the bed?" He asked you as he held you by the waist as tightly as he could.

"I woke up early" you pulled away a little to look at him, his eyebrows were scrunched, he seemed hungover.

"I have a headache" he kissed your forehead so you smiled. Adorable was the only word you wanted to use for him at the moment. You grabbed his hand and walked him towards the couch to make him sit down. Thor was probably going to make an insulting comment but you glared at him, he seemed a little vulnerable and the last thing you wanted was for someone to take that away from him.

"Do you have Aspirin?" You asked him so he rolled his eyes before he went to the kitchenette, he brought a glass of water and the pill to give it to Loki which he ingested immediately.

"I got you a toothbrush and here's the towel, you shower first okay, you'll feel better" you smiled but it faded as soon as you heard his irritated response.

"Don't try to be my mother y/n" he mumbled as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

"Sorry I'll go get ready to leave" you mumbled meekly as you turned around and disappeared into the room.

"Why would you say that to her?" Thor asked him as he sat down on a chair next to him.

"Because I'm a fucking monster and that's what I do" Loki yelled at him so Thor smiled.

"Take a shower, cool down and go wipe your lady's tears, she cares about you Loki, I'd kill for someone to just do that" Loki's eyes teared up as Thor said that. Why did he have to hurt you? He didn't want to hurt you today, not today, not on your birthday, as soon as the thought entered his mind he realized that he shouldn't be not hurting you at all, not just on your birthday but all of the days.

After showering he went to the room with the roof window and found you putting the same clothes on as you had before. You smiled as you looked at him, he had borrowed a fresh pair of shirt from Thor, it was flannel and he looked cute in it, he gestured with his fingers for you to come to him so you walked towards him, he noticed the sad look in your eyes and it rendered his heart.

"Happy birthday darling" he mumbled softly so you hugged him.

"Thank you, I have gotten plenty of calls, I don't understand how we even have the reception here–" he pressed his thumb on your lips to stop you from blabbing which he figured was your way of trying to hide the hurt you were feeling at the moment.

"I'm sorry, i know it's getting exhausting at this point since I'm not really learning anything but if I could just show you my heart and how hurt I feel that I snapped at you like that out there then I would" he mumbled softly.

"Loki it's okay.."

"It's not okay..it's not. Stop saying that it's okay because it's not sweetheart" your eyes teared up as he said that. He was trying so hard, he was doing his best, he was trying to not hurt you and you knew that.

"Like I said I'm yours to hurt Loki, it's okay that you hurt me sometimes when you're not feeling your best, all i know is that you don't hurt me on purpose and it's not going to ruin anything between us, it won't make me love you any less either" he kissed you as you finished your sentence, his palms went under your hips so you jumped into his arms and he picked you up immediately to press you against the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet little girl, you're the most perfect girl out there you know that? Just the best" you smiled as he mumbled softly, his words were lathered with sugar and they made your heart skip several beats.

"Am I your favorite?" You giggled so he smiled.

"You're my only one" you placed your head against the door as he sucked on your neck before leaving a trail of wet kisses down from your jawline to your clavicle. Your stomach rumbled so he looked at you "Just had a stupid sandwich last night huh?" He kissed your cheek so you nodded "I'm going to feed you baby..you want to be fed right? Mac n cheese?" He asked you softly and you felt a tingling sensation all over, you didn't think you'd survive him being so soft with you today.

"Yes please daddy" He didn't put you down, he walked you to the living space just like that and luckily Thor wasn't there, not that he cared in the moment. He made you sit down on the couch and kissed you again.

"Stay here my little girl, I'll make it for you" you cupped his cheeks to kiss him passionately but then you heard Thor whistling again and that made you groan.

"Fed the witch, wouldn't want her to die from starvation, that would be an easy way out" He chuckled so Loki sighed. Well he can think about Natasha tomorrow, for now he just wanted to focus on you.

"Do you have macaroni and cheese? If not, go get it for me alright? And I don't want the prepackaged ones, get macaroni and cheese separately, some herb mix too" Thor looked at him confused as Loki stepped into the kitchenette and started to rummage through his fridge. He had almost forgotten how bossy his brother used to be sometimes.

"Are you turning four today?" Thor asked you but Loki answered him instead

"Can you just get me the stuff?"

"Cheese is in the freezer, I don't have macaroons slash macrons .. would pasta work?" Loki rolled his eyes at him and looked at you for confirmation so you put both of your thumbs up.

"The queen agrees ayee" Thor quipped. You shook your head in disbelief and Loki smiled as he looked at you. You saw them arguing back and forth while he cooked but it wasn't a mean spirited argument, more like a brotherly banter. You couldn't help but click so many pictures of him on your phone, for once he didn't seem troubled or seemed as if he was lost in his head . He brought a fork full of pasta for you to taste so you opened your mouth and took the bite.

"Yummmmmy daddy"

"Yeah? Don't need any more seasoning?" His brows scrunched so you shook your head.

"It's perfect" he smiled and served the pasta in three bowls. For a moment you forgot that there was a woman tied up a few feet away from you all. Well you Almost forgot.

"I'll come tomorrow" Loki said to Thor so he nodded.

"See you tomorrow Little starling" you gave him tight lipped smile as he said that.

He finally drove you back home and you answered all the messages and calls you had received because of your birthday, they were mostly from the people you had worked with, Peter had put up an insta story with you and a few people wondered if you were his girlfriend.

Steve also called to wish you and asked you where you have been as you both weren't in the apartment all night so you made an excuse that Loki took you somewhere for a surprise celebration. You weren't sure if he believed it or not. You also wanted to go to a salone to get your itsie bitsies waxed smooth so he took you there. The receptionist couldn't stop staring, he did look fuckable like always.

"I'll be back soon" you said to him so he nodded and sat down. To avoid the constant gaze of the receptionist he took out his phone and scrolled through YouTube videos. Puppies did make him feel better.

You took a deep breath as you laid down on the table, you haven't been to this place before and it always hurt to get this done but you wanted to feel your sexiest Tonight.

"Getting married hon?" The technician asked you and it made you feel flushed, you didn't think you'd ever see a day where he'd marry you but then you didn't need it either, whatever you had with him was more than enough.

"Nooo I'm just losing my virginity" she looked at you and smiled

"To that hunk out there?" She asked you and you giggled.

"Yepppp" she gasped at the knowledge.

"Lucky you..You go girl" she made you feel at ease and you couldn't have been more grateful. Once you were done he took you back home, this time you both showered together.

In the evening you got dolled up, you took your time as you wanted to look perfect, you wanted to celebrate just the two of you so that's exactly what he was going to give you. Whatever you'd ask for he'd give it to you tonight. He didn't really need as much time as you to get ready so he baked a homemade cake first, then he put on a black shirt with a formal pant, he got it made a few years ago for an event he had to attend with Jolene. He put the coat on too but it felt too much so he took it off.

He dimmed the light in the living room. He wanted to do what normal people do in terms of decoration but the candle lights always freaked him out and they triggered you as well so he didn't want to do anything to upset you or ruin his mood tonight. When you finally stepped out of your room his eyes widened at the sight of you. You were a vision to behold.

You adorned an emerald green bodycon dress that went past your thighs, also paired it with stilletos to finish the look. You looked sexier than his imagination and he felt utterly blessed. He walked towards you and put his hand out so you placed yours on his, then he pulled you closer to kiss you. The heels managed the height difference, it actually felt amazing to be able to kiss him like that.

"You're beautiful my darling, so sexy" you smiled as he complimented you.

"You like the dress?"

"I love it"

"You look super sexy too, I want to take back what I said yesterday, you're the sexiest man to ever grace this universe..not just this planet" he chuckled as you said that. The slicked back hair made him look older and you fancied that alot. You always fancied the age difference, you didn't think you'd have cared if he was 40 even or 50.

"I didn't know what song to play..i uhhh–" he picked up his phone from the kitchen table and scrolled through the app to find a romantic song but you grabbed it from him and turned it off, his nervousness seemed adorable but you didn't want him to sweat. Not just yet.

You placed his phone down and grabbed yours instead.

"I have a song for us, want to listen ?"

"Whatever you need baby" he answered so you smiled "This song is how I feel about you" you connected your phone to the speaker.

He was expecting a soft sensuous romantic song filled with poetic words and what nots but he was surprised as he heard the drumroll from Rick Astley's "Never gonna give you up"

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

He walked around you as you started to lip sync and move to the beat of the song.

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

He grabbed your hand and he couldn't stop smiling at your crazy dance moves you just knew how to melt his cold frozen heart. The lyrics did feel romantic though.

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it (say it)

You twisted your legs side to side and went down quickly before you popped up again and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him for a moment.

"Come on dance with me" he shook his head as you said that so you gave him the puppy eyes,

Inside, we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling

Don't tell me you're too blind to see

"Okay okay birthday girl..fine"

He pulled you closer as his hips moved side to side so you followed his rhythm.

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

You giggled as he spun you around before he dipped you in his arms. This was already turning into the the best birthday ever.

......

At the LAPD department Steve's phone rang so he picked it up immediately.

"Sent you the picture, a man was caught in the boulevard's target store security cam, the cashier said he bought a bunch of suspicious things that made no sense altogether" Steve looked at the picture immediately and his eyes widened. It was definitely Odin. He looked different but he'd recognise that monster in any shape or form.

He called Loki right after that but he got no response as his cellphone was turned off.

........

You jumped around with him like a child, the heels had to go for that and you didn't really care much, the song ended so you played it again because you weren't done just yet, mostly because he seemed happy too, for the second time in one day he didn't seem lost and your heart fluttered at the sight of his happy face.

"Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye" you screamed the lyrics at him, making him laugh in response. As the song ended he sat down on the couch with you on top of him, your mouth didn't leave his even for a fraction of second, he was more than eager to ruin the effort you had put into your makeup tonight, he wanted to tell you that you didn't really need it but the idea of messing that face up aroused him beyond belief. He stood up and took you to his bedroom, your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt on the way, you wanted him all naked on top of your naked body tonight.

You have suffered enough, he has deprived you enough.

As he put you down on the bed, he took a step back and admired the view but then his intrusive thoughts interfered. There was still a chance, he could still keep you protected from his filthy touch, there was still time for him to allow you to get out of his fucked up life, a part of him told him that he wasn't what you needed even though you were everything he needed.

The monster inside him that he hated so much told him that you deserved someone who won't make you cry all the time, who won't treat you good just on a special day, maybe there were good men out there who deserved to take this from you more than he did .

You propped yourself on your elbows as you found him lost in his head again and as soon as you saw his teary eyes you got up to crawl to the edge of the bed.

"Come here" you put your hand out to grab his and he flinched. That's how you knew that he was thinking again, thinking awful things about his precious self.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him because he seemed so happy just a few moments ago "Come here baby please" his eyes welled up even more as the pet name rolled from of your lips. He's not a baby, he could never be, he doesn't deserve your softness. He placed his hand on yours so you pulled him closer and got on your knees to match his height "Tell me what's bothering you?" You asked him and as your fingers caressed through his cheek he couldn't stop himself from leaning into the touch.

"Nothing I just.. it's your first time..I just want to make it good for you" a small smile flashed on your features and you kissed him softly.

"It's your first time too lolo" he seemed perplexed as you said that "It's our first time as well, I want to make it good for us too"

He has never felt this way before, he made love to Jolene a few times but it wasn't like this, he didn't feel this vulnerable, his lovemaking always held a touch of roughness. He was afraid that the voices in his head would ruin things between you and him as well.

"That's not bothering you is it? It's something else isn't it?" You asked him so he nodded before he placed his head down on your shoulder.

"I don't want to ruin you, don't want to taint you, we cross this line and you'll be stuck with me forever..it's this thing..this physical thing of me taking your body like that.. something that you have craved for so long..you'd be bonded to me. I'll never let you go, I'd keep you by my side forever because you'll be mine to do so. Do you really want me to be the only man you'd ever get to fuck?" He looked at you so you wiped the tears that slipped past his cheek.

"You're the only man for me Loki, you have always been it for me, i could never even think about anyone else, since I understood what sex meant my body knew who it needed, my thoughts and fantasies were only fueled by one man and that's you Loki. So tell me do you think I would ever want this with anyone else?" He cupped your cheeks and kissed you roughly as soon as you finished your words. You moaned in his mouth as his tongue played with yours

"Take me however you please, I'd love it and beg for more daddy, please don't make me suffer anymore" you whispered in his ear so he pulled the zipper of your dress down, the straps loosened so you took the opportunity to slip it past your shoulders. His mouth opened as he looked at your bare breasts. He grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it up your arms, leaving you just in your underwear.

You pulled the shirt out from his pants and unbuttoned all the way down,the pale ripped torso made your mouth salivate so you lowered down and licked him up from his navel to his sternum in one quick swipe. You wanted to mark that gorgeous satin skin but not in a way that would hurt him.

"Stop thinking Loki..I'm all yours to have, to fuck, to hurt, whatever you want to do with me–"

"I don't want to hurt you darling. I'm sorry that i can't stop doing it but I really don't want to hurt you" he mumbled as he pressed his forefingers over your drenched clothed heat, you let out a gasp as his fingers rubbed back and forth.

"And it's okay, i enjoy the pain you give me because I know you'd come back to me to ease the ache–"

"Shhhh don't say that darling it's not healthy–"

"It doesn't matter to me..I'd let you do anything to me" you whimpered as he took your panties down your legs, you laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of yourself. He unbuttoned his pants hurriedly and in a flash he was all naked on top of you. This was your dream, you have had dreams like this since you were 13.

He sat up with his knees on the either side of your thighs, his cock rubbed over your dripping wet lips. The bedsheet crumbled into your fist as he continued to tease you mercilessly.

"You're beautiful..look at you, you were born to to be ridden by me"

You bit on your lips at his words.

"All yours daddy, fuck me please..need your cock inside me"

He leaned over you as you begged him, he held his cock with one hand to tease your clit with the tip while his other hand stroked your hair, you already seemed messed up and he hasn't even done anything just yet.

"Little baby, I won't stop now even if you'd ask me to" your walls clenched around the air as he said that. His thumb slipped into your mouth so you sucked on his digit, that's when he thrusted inside you in one quick motion, you bit on his thumb as the pain surged through you but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't the sweetest pain you have ever felt in your life.

"Gooosshhh daddy oh god!!" you whispered, your fingernails dug into his shoulders.

"Hurts?" He asked you. It did but the tenderness in his voice made it feel a little better.

"Just a little"

"There I am, inside you, that's what you wanted huh?" He murmured so you whined against him.

"Yesss daddy..pleasse"

He waited for the pain to fade away before he pulled out of you and then he thrusted in again.

"You're suffocating my cock little girl, so darn tight I love that" he snickered after his words so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him. The obscene sounds of his thrusts made you feel shy all of a sudden, you wished you could have watched his hips moving in and out of you, that shapely ass clenching with every hump. Maybe someday

"Gooddd dadddy I'm so filled"

"Gonna keep you like that my sweetheart, gonna keep you so filled every night from now on, day and night no matter where you are you'd crave my cock in your tight little cunt i promise you that" you moaned at the filth that came out of his mouth. He was so good at this you already knew, you have heard him having sex before, heard those women who couldn't stop themselves from screaming his name, now you knew why. The sensations began to build in the pit of your stomach as his cock brushed against that spot inside you.

So this is what girls talked about.

"Fuckkk daddy" you whimpered as he pulled out of you, the blood on his cock made him go feral, he lifted your legs up over your chest, and pressed his cock inside your freshly abused cunt. He loved the sounds you were making for him, because of him, those little whimpers would haunt him at night if somehow and for some reason he's not around to take your sweet body for his pleasure.

"Feels good sweetheart? Tell me that you're feeling good" he somehow managed to shove that monster aside and asked you, the concern was visible on his face so you smiled and placed his hands on your breasts.

"Best birthday gift ever" he smiled a little before his hips started to rock your body and your whole world again. He squeezed your breasts with his hands and that made you chant his name like a prayer, you felt so sensitive all over, this was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

"Take it baby, take my fucking cock my nasty little whore" Yes that's what you were, you were his whore and you wanted him to take you just like one. Everytime he got closer to his release he pulled out and you whined in desperation. You didn't think you'd survive this night if he continued this way.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and leaned over you again to fuck you slowly this time, grabbing his hair in a fist you held onto them as he thrusted back and forth, strings of curses continued to roll from his lips, the sweat dripped down from his body to yours and you felt saturated, your soul felt pleased, you knew you would happily spend your whole life this way, being fucked by this majestic man on top of you was nothing short of a blessing.

"Can I cum daddyyy pleasee daddyy please i love you" you whimpered again and it made him smile between his heavy breaths, he kissed you and kept his mouth against yours, your breaths fanned each other's faces and you felt alive in every sense.

"You will cum with me..you're taking me so well you know that?" He mumbled against your mouth and your eyes teared up as the intense pleasure threatened to combust you. He didn't want to torture you any longer,

"Cum sweetheart, need your little cunt to tighten around my cock" you exploded right on his command and at the same time you felt his cock filling you up with his cum.

"Goddd lokii oh my god ohy god..thank you..thank you daddy" you continued to mumble mindlessly as your body convulsed with the intensity of your orgasm, he placed his head between the crook of your neck as he rode through this combined euphoria, he had fucked alot of women in the past few years but nothing made him feel so overwhelmed as you did in that moment. Before his mind could wander you cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply

"I love you Loki.. I love you.. please believe me I do" you mumbled between the kiss so he pulled away and looked at you.

"I do baby.. I do believe you" he didn't pull out for a while, he laid down next to you with his cock stilled in you somehow. None of you said anything for a few minutes, you just stared at him and he did the same but you finally broke the silence when you noticed that you were losing him again.

"What is it? Talk to me" his eyes welled up as you said that.

"Hurt her Loki, you know you want to" He sat up as he heard Odin's voice "You know she deserves it"

"No she doesn't" he mumbled and you looked at him confused.

"Ask her to hurt you, you need that don't you?"

The voice taunted him again so he placed his hands on his ears and nodded hastily just so he'd stop hearing them.

"Need to feel the pain to man up otherwise you know who you are right?" He pulled himself out of you and sat up and before he could run away you climbed on his lap.

"You're an impotent whiny little freak who can never please a woman the way she deserves"

You cupped his cheeks to make him look at you and that's when he started to cry.

"Talk to me I'm here" you said to him, your fingers caressed his scalp.

"He keeps talking..won't shut up, make him shut up.. please make him quiet" he sniffled as he looked down and you couldn't stop your own tears.

"I'm right here, you're here loki. But he's not here anymore and he won't hurt you. He was a lying abusive bastard who wanted to destroy someone as pure as you because he couldn't take it.. the light you carried with in you blinded him so he wanted to take it away from you"

"He was wrong?" He mumbled and you bit on your cheeks to stop the sobs that were threatening to make you choke. He needed you. Your lolo needed you at the moment.

"Listen to me now okay, I need you to stop listening to him and I need you to listen to me" he looked at you and tilted his head, he seemed out of his mind, you have never seen someone so broken in your life but you won't give up on him nor you would allow him to do that either. His arms wrapped around you and he placed his head down on your breasts. You kissed on his temple before you continued to whisper in his ears.

"That's it, just listen to my voice okay? I love you, you're loved baby, you're not weak, you're not unmanly for having feelings, for caring, for being a nice person, he was a monster but you??? You're a precious angel"

You mumbled softly and he sniffled, his hold only tightened around you as you ran your fingers over the scars on his back. You placed a soft kiss on his neck before you spoke again.

"You're so strong, so determined, so protective of me and you take care of me so good. You provide for me, you give me everything I could ever need, you're my man Loki, you had always been my man and you'd always be the only man I'd ever love, the only God I'd ever worship"

He put his head up and sniffled like a child again so you wiped his tears with your thumbs "I am?" He asked you so you nodded desperately

"I'd never lie to you"

"But I'm crying--" he mumbled under his breath so you kissed him again.

"Crying is not the sign of weakness lolo, it's the proof that you have a heart and that you feel so much, it's the strength that keeps us going" he burst into another fit of cry as he held onto you tightly.

"I love you" he mumbled softly so you pulled him away only to kiss him again, the kiss heated up pretty quickly, in a matter of few seconds you had his hard cock inside you again, it hurt a little and you felt sore but you both needed this.

"Daddy I don't know how to do this" you mumbled softly so he grabbed your hips in his large hands and gave it a squeeze.

"Just bounce on me baby, up and down" you followed his instructions and he moaned as you bounced on top of him slowly. He cried in your arms like a baby and you were still here making love to him, you didn't taunt him or berated him for ruining the precious night. Every other person that he met out there told him that he had saved your life, that he was the hero in this story, they didn't know that you were saving his life every freaking moment since you met him.

"That's it love, good girl, just like that" he praised you and you continued to hop on him until you both came again, it wasn't as explosive as the first one but it calmed his nerves, the voices in his head shut down and he could only feel you around him.

He laid your exhausted body down on the bed and kissed you before he got off the bed, he cleaned his cock before he came back with a soft wet warm cloth to clean you as well, you winced a little as he wiped your cunt thoroughly, you were definitely going to feel this tomorrow and you were going to love every second of it.

As he laid down, you snuggled into him as tightly as you could. The night went as beautifully as you had imagined, he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, he didn't run away and he listened to you. You knew this won't fix all of those issues that he had but you also knew that he'd feel comfortable enough to come to you whenever Odin's voice would haunt him again.

And just like tonight you'd make him listen to your words until he'd start to believe in them.

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[dinthoqaf]

Describe Dinthoqaf’s appearance before and after the ‘transformation’ he underwent. Don’t spare any details for the sake of length. Share as much or as little as you like!

Dinthoqaf has always looked like Alexander Skarsgard but raven hair is the best way to explain his appearance if we wanted a face claim and how he'd look when under his illusions to keep his physical corruptions hidden from the public. His before transformation with no illusion spells though was gnarly, to say the least. To help with it, it might be best to explain some of his wounds with how he became the monstrosity that his recent transformation freed him from being. TW: Wound/Gore/Blood Warning? Dinthoqaf has taken a lot of damage over the years. During an event he took a Night Elf arrow in the face, actually in the left cheek bone. When this happened, it caused his left eye to come free, damaging it in the process. While in recovery, Nezzok (an Undead Troll that is one of Din's closest confidants) and a Forsaken Deathknight by the name of Lattimer got together to find an accommodating replacement. They ended up hunting down a Faceless (Yep, one of the Old God Squid Guy Mobs) and summarily killed it and with a mix of Voodoo and Necromancy, took the eye and forced Dins body to accept it as his own. This alien eye caused a surge of 'issues' with his appearance, the likes of which being a swath of corrupted skin across the left side of his fair that went up into his hair line, thinning a portion of his hair as it claimed his scalp too. The eyes of course, didn't quite match either due to one being of fel corruption as the other was Old God/Eldritch in nature.

(Artwork here provided by a friend of my oldest son who for some reason felt like his artwork wasn't worthy enough of being 'Comms grade worthy', so I try to show it off when possible. <3) The rest of Din's body was marked with thick black veins, and mottled purple flesh across his torso and thighs as well due to the corruptive nature that was the old god parasite that had been affixed to his body by his father Krownos. Other wounds continued to make him an even larger monster hiding amongst the population as he suffered losing an arm to a blast of formic acid by a particularly nasty hive of Silithid. In an effort to not become a burden, and to prove he had a place to continue leading The Sanctum, he was forced to accept further Old God Corruption where he was 'blessed' with a tentacular arm. (Also similar to that of the Faceless.) His right arm, while missing bones entirely due to this, was aided in its illusion to appear 'normal' by the fact that Dinthoqaf never went without long sleeves and gloves as the tendrils got small enough that he was able to slip them into a glove and learned how to operate them as if they were a normal appendage. At this point, that was the mass majority of Dins previous form and he really looked similar to the artwork above. Now however, Dinthoqaf looks like a near-perfect Alexander Skarsgard, save for longer hair, a few tiny/thin braids, and two lines along his face that travel from the corners of his lips back toward his jawline. These lines are easy to miss and overlook at the moment but should his body continue to change after his most recent transformation, he may end up finding himself looking like the breed of a very different beast than he was before... ( Thank you for asking @sanguinesorceress ! I know the details are probably a bit over the top for WoW RP, but I'm a firm believer that Void/Old God Magic is just as physically corruptive as it can be mentally damning. So I took inspiration from Wow's (at the time) large gaps in Old God Lore and applied some Warhammer corruption twists into it all. )

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Hi! Looking for a two person game to play with lil bro while I’m at college. Epic fantasy feel preferred, whatever mechanics though. He’s only played dnd, I’ve played dnd and lancer.

THEME: Epic Two-Player Games

Hello there friend, I’ve got quite the broad span of recommendations for you here! Some are epic, some are fantasy, and some are both! 

Godkiller: First Blood, by Connie Chang. 

GODKILLER: First Blood Edition is a holypunk PbtA (Powered by the Apocalypse) game for one player, the Godkiller, and one Game Master, the god of gods. Together, the two of you will weave a mythic, violent, and transformative tale about the only mortal in existence with the power to slay a god, rising against the challenges of the divine. Which gods will you kill to shape the realm — and which gods will you spare?

This game is still in pre-order, but it looks to be about as epic as they come. It’s designed for two players, over an extended number of sessions, as the single player does their best to kill the single GM - God. The art on the storefront page looks gorgeous, and the people behind it are stellar names in the indie games scene. You should absolutely check this out.

Dice Souls, by Chris Bissette. 

Dice Souls is a zero prep Souls-like dungeon exploration game for one or two players. Set out into a procedurally generated world filled with traps, monsters, and unbelievable bosses. Kill them. Take their souls. Die. Get better.

As you play you'll answer questions about the world and your place in it that will build the story of what happened to the world, why you're here, and what your purpose is. No two games will ever be the same.

Dice Souls is designed to emulate popular games like Elden Ring and Dark Souls, with a cycle of character death that fuels a constant cycle of progression. The story is one of pursuing rebirth against all odds, holding on to hope in a dark and stained world. The Quickstart is free, and inside it’s 16 pages it will introduce character creation in the first steps of gameplay, leading you through a pre-built Region up until your first boss fight. By the time you finish playing, you should be comfortable enough with the system to decide if it’s for you - and then pick up the full book, which is currently still in the process of being released. 

Agent of the Throne, by Toastmortem.

Agent of the Throne is an old-school inspired tabletop roleplaying game designed for two people, with one taking the role of the Game Master (GM) and the other as the Player. The player assumes the role of a Throne Agent, a man or woman charged by the emperor himself with the protection of the empire and its people. They travel through distant villages and crowded cities, hunting down alien monstrosities, twisted cults, and treasonous rebels.

This game takes a lot of nods from the OSR scene, which has some similarities to older editions of D&D. If you’re looking for recognizable bits and bobs such as to-hit modifiers, hit points, and character classes, Agent of the Throne has all of that, in a familiar dark fantasy setting. To facilitate the feeling of a party while reducing the amount of bookkeeping required, your single character will have a retinue, a small number of NPCs with their own specialties and fighting capabilities. 

One thing that might set this game apart is the inclusion of an Investigation phase in the three-part story structure of a game session. As an Agent, you’re responsible for finding out what’s causing local disturbances and tragedies, so sometimes you’ll have to examine clues and interrogate witnesses before you can start kicking down any doors. If you want to stick with traditional fantasy with rules that make it easy for a single player to get into some complex adventures, this game is absolutely worth checking out.

Anyone Can Wear the Mask, by Jeff Stormer. 

This is an imaginary story (which may never happen, but which then again may),About someone with great power, who chose to use that power only for the good of all.

Anyone Can Wear The Mask is a tabletop RPG about a superhero, a supervillain, and the city they share. Throughout play, you’ll record the adventures of a great hero as they defend their city, stand up to those in power, and eventually confront a terrible nemesis. You’ll draw maps, roll dice, pull cards from a deck, and make a living record of the city and its people.

This game can be played solo, as a duet, or with three players, depending on whether you want to play with or without a GM. You can choose to use a pre-generated city or create a city of your own, and mark the changes that both the hero and the villain wrought over the course of their struggle. The narrative gives you a chance to look at the cost of super-powered rivalry and responsibility, and how the actions of powerful people can have widespread effects on the city around them. For that reason, I’d consider it sufficiently epic for this recommendation, even if it isn’t fantasy.

Frog Knight, by Daysemay.

You are a Frog, yes a frog. Amphibian with a slimy layer of mucus moving from both in and out of the water with grace. have you always been a frog? or have you been transformed in some manner? You are also a knight, to what you are sworn you can not remember, but you carry a sword and fight with it well.

You are on a quest... to somewhere. You do know you have a rival who is also a frog and a knight on a quest just like you. It seems no matter where you go your paths cross in opposition and you must duel to proceed. This is one such duel.

Free to play, Frog Knight is a simple 3-page game that uses a deck of cards as an oracle to help you narrate a duel. The first player to run out of cards must either fall or flee, thus losing the duel. 

This game is short and has a very light-hearted tone to it. Its ability to be epic in scope depends on the quests your frogs are currently on - are they trying to save rival kingdoms? Find a princess to kiss? It’s up to you! This game is probably the farthest in style from both D&D and Lancer, as the oracles are very broad and require a lot of input from the the players involved. However, if you’re on a low budget and you want a chance to test out something radically different from what you’ve played in the past, it costs you nothing to check out!

The Serpent and the Spider, by Junk Food Games.

The Serpent and The Spider is a tiny ttrpg for 2 players. One player takes the role of The Serpent, a charismatic sword-wielder. The other player takes the role of The Spider, a highly intelligent necromancer. Your souls are bonded together. You will fight against corrupt corporations and explore your relationship.

To play the game, you need something to write with, two 4-sided dice, and two 8-sided dice. This game is inspired by the book series, The Locked Tomb, by Tamsyn Muir. 9 short session prompts, inspired by the 9 houses from the books, are included as well.

I’d describe this game as a space-fantasy, rather than your regular sword-and-sorcery game. It’s designed based on a setting that prized the bond between fighter and necromancer more than anything else, following themes about deadly power and the price of tying yourself to someone whose death could also spell your own. The premise really sets you up for great danger and big, impressive fights - but also can cover some heavy topics that you should talk about before you start play. 

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a little more than usual because it’s a nice and happy part for a change

“Alright, let’s go try this chocolate thunder brownie.”

“Do you think Mateo will kill me if I get something else?” Carlos asks as he gets out.

TK shoots him a look from over the top of the car. “Oh, please don’t tell me you’re one of those people who likes pistachio.”

“I wasn’t going to get pistachio.”

“It’s butter pecan, isn’t it?” he asks like he’s personally offended. “Carlos, you have to understand that that’s worse.”

Carlos ignores him, scanning the packed tables for an open one. Nancy seems to notice the problem, too. “Should we grab one while you order?” she offers.

“Sure,” Carlos nods, listening to their orders and then following TK to the line. 

“Maple Walnut? Rum Raisin?” he reads off the menu posted next to the window. ��C’mon, which one of these monstrosities is your favorite?”

“They can probably hear you, you know.” 

“I don’t think that sixteen year old behind the counter will care too much that I think Rum Raisin is a bad flavor.” 

“What if that’s the one I want?”

TK stares at him, dead serious, and says, “I’m not buying that for you.” 

Carlos raises a brow. “I didn’t know you were buying it for me at all.” TK doesn’t say anything to that, still studying the menu, and Carlos adds, “I was going to get mint chocolate chip. Is that an acceptable flavor for you?” 

“Toothpaste?” TK looks disgusted and Carlos shakes his head, laughing. 

“You’re impossible,” he mutters until he sees TK’s grin that shows he’s just joking.

They place their order and TK pays for all of them without thinking twice. He shoves the rest of his change in the tip jar and then he and Carlos shuffle over to the pick up window. 

“I’ll take a bite of yours and maybe Mateo will spare me,” Carlos decides after TK actually ordered Mateo’s recommended flavor.

TK looks affronted as he pulls out a stack of napkins from the dispenser. “Who said you’re getting a bite of mine?”

“Payment for the ride.” 

TK purses his lips, a gleam in his eyes as he leans closer to Carlos and murmurs, “I didn’t know we had that type of arrangement, Carlos.”

“Shut up,” Carlos rolls his eyes, hiding his smile at TK actually mentioning their deeper relationship for once. 

The bored teenager chooses that moment to come over with four cones and they take two each, carrying them to the group and bending their legs awkwardly to sit down at the sticky picnic table. TK’s knee brushes against Carlos’ and it remains there all through Mateo’s interrogation on why Carlos’ ice cream is green and Carlos steals TK’s cone, taking a lick to say he tried it. TK pretends to be disgruntled with how unsanitary it is, but they both know that he’s not exactly a stranger to Carlos’ tongue.

They were one of the last ones in line for the day which means the place starts clearing out while they finish their ice cream. Carlos licks off the bit that dripped down his thumb and then smiles while TK tries to find the bit of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. Carlos has mercy on him and takes the napkin, wiping it away. 

It’s dark by the time they’re bidding goodnight to Nancy and Mateo and TK takes advantage of that, leaning over the middle console of the car to kiss Carlos. Their tongues swirl together in a mix of both of the flavors. 

As Carlos is about to break some speeding laws to get them back to the house, TK points him in a different direction instead. He ends up parked at the end of a dead end road overlooking the bay where TK clambers over into the driver’s seat as soon as the car is off. His elbow hits the horn, his head bumps the ceiling, and his knee comes too close for comfort for Carlos to be up for anything that’s about to happen, but eventually he makes it to Carlos’ lap, laughing as Carlos scoots the chair back and they fall into a kiss.

tagging @three-drink-amy @heartstringsduet @liminalmemories21 @rmd-writes @taralaurel @welcometololaland @hoko-onchi-writes if you’d like!

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Tech and Hondo Ohnaka ( Part 2 )

Rated: Teen and up (a rare general audiences fic on my part.)

Warning: Violence, death, injury, all comparable to what we see in The Bad Batch, pain mention, broken bones mention, attack by a wild animal, blaster fire.

Fic Summary: Tech is plummeting toward death, yet he is spared, all thanks to a Weequay pirate who was simply in the wrong place at the right time, depending.

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: This is a kind of crack / AU scenario. I like the idea of Hondo being the one to encounter Tech after his fall. The idea was definitely inspired by Phee's line at the end of season 2: "Well, don't go running off with any pirates or smugglers while you're gone,." :) Don't take this too seriously, though at the same time I tried to make it plausible. The main point of this was to have fun with Tech and Hondo ribbing each other in their own way. I love both of these characters, and I am excited to see what you guys think.

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“Could you keep et down?”

“I have not said anything.”

“You are breathing much tuu loudly.”

“I cannot help it,” Tech argued. It was true, his breathing was labored. Though they had taken their time, the trip was slow-going, and his broken ribs were making it difficult for him to absorb lungfuls of oxygen.

“Perhaps… ef you took dat helmet off,” Hondo suggested, “den et would not be like listening tu an orbak chuffing en my ear.”

“Then I would not be able to see,” Tech reminded him, adjusting the weight of his pack. It felt heavier than normal. He was sure it was because he needed rest though now was an inopportune time.

“And you du see dat overgrown tooka, yes? De big blue one de size of a landspeeder who es currently feasting on de carcass of some nasty, six-legged vermin?”

Tech could not understand why he would ask this question. “I was the one to point it out when I saw it on my thermal readout,” he was quick to answer, the Weequay’s eyes constricting into two tight diagonal lines.

“Den you should know he will be able tu hear you!” Hondo emphasized, the feline in question at once perking up its ears.

Tech already did not appreciate the pirate’s boisterous personality, despite having dealt with so many others like him in the past. The clone’s brow creased beneath his visor as he lowered his voice to a whisper, all too aware of the current situation they had found themselves in. “Then perhaps you should be following your own advice,” Tech shot back evenly.

Hondo grumbled a closed-mouth complaint, turning his head slowly back toward the apex predator, sizing up their options as it was currently blocking their forward path. “We must find a way tu skirt past dis furry monstrosity; he es en our way,” Hondo stated, Tech assuming that had been quite obvious from the start.

“The best course of action may be to wait it out. Once the animal has consumed enough sustenance to—”

Tech paused, jerking back as Hondo rounded to face him. They were stationed on the ground, camouflaged behind a fallen tree trunk and copious amounts of shrubbery and grass. “What is it?” he questioned brusquely.

Evolving under rather merciless conditions, Weequay were adept at many things to ensure survival, one being the ability to detect sounds that were of a suspicious origin (should they quiet down long enough to listen in Hondo’s case). While most of his species communicated silently through the use of pheromones, Hondo preferred spoken language, yet even he knew when it was time to take things a little more seriously; he had not survived this long by being stupid.

“Footsteps,” he muttered, voice deeply resonate. “Et appears we du not have time tu, how you say, ‘wait et out.’”

Tech repositioned himself just enough to glance back over his shoulder, catching the outline of something warm, and alive. Many somethings, as it was another squad of TK troopers hot on their trail.

“They have yet to spot us,” Tech informed him, realizing they were now sandwiched between a deadly carnivore and half a dozen soldiers who were hellbent on finding and most likely killing them, if not something far worse than that; being a prisoner of war was not something Tech was looking forward to, nor was being shredded to bits in the jaws of a ferocious beast.

“Let us make haste! De mining facility es tu de northeast of here—"

“—I do not think we should make any sudden movements. It is best to give the feline a wide berth, as we do not know if—”

“—I du not intend tu die tuday, so unless you wish for me tu leave you behind,”  Hondo gave him a sidelong look, “you will follow closely, hm?”

Tech did not have time to offer anything more in the way of protest, watching as the pirate crept to the edge of their hiding place. Ohnaka stood halfway, keeping low to the ground, advancing in the direction of a more heavily wooded area.

Tech sighed, exasperated by the whole ordeal, and still in quite a lot of pain; it felt as if his entire being had been run over with a HAVw A6 Juggernaut turbo tank, yet he was not a quitter. He would keep pushing forward until his body decided to give out, whenever that might be.

He followed the Weequay’s heat signature; it ran hot in comparison to other species, much like his own, Hondo’s outline burning brightly through the cracks in his head-up display, not to mention his gaudy red coat would easily give him away. Tech wondered why he did not dispose of it if he was so worried about being found. It would be like wearing a large bullseye across your back -  very conspicuous.

For a moment, Tech thought they might be in the clear, both men having made it to the edge of the tree line, the clone unable to help glancing behind himself at intervals. He only realized something was amiss once he had turned back around, hearing the pirate speak, and not to him.

“Uh—hello,” Hondo said dumbly, Tech’s eyes widening at the appearance of a lone TK, his blaster poised and ready to shoot, though for the moment he seemed to be caught off guard just as much as they had been, the trooper not moving a muscle for several precious seconds.

Then, he called for help to his squad mates, or attempted to, via his comm; his transmission was cut short as Tech himself took the soldier out. Hondo watched as his armored form hit the forest floor like a sack of Corellian potatoes with a dull and lifeless thud, the Weequay speaking in low notes with a hint of indifference lacing his voice. “Eh… so much for stealth,” he shrugged.

Tech whisked back around, knowing his comrades would soon be on their way. It did not take long for bolts of plasma to scorch the trunks of trees surrounding them, thankfully these new troopers being unable to aim properly to save their lives.

“Iiiiii am not sure ef we should fight dem,” Hondo interjected between the pew pew sounds of laser fire, Tech having held his ground until this point, both men zigzagging between obstacles to find much needed cover.

“Please, explain what you think we should do,” Tech sardonically retorted, both of his DC-17’s withdrawn from their holsters as he prepared to engage the enemy.

“I tink we should wait for—”

At that very moment, the colossal, azure feline had been roused from its meal, considering these newcomers a threat to its territory and to the kill it had worked so hard to slay. Blaster fire only seemed to irritate it further, as the white-clad soldier’s attention had been diverted from the pursual of their quarry to the idea of staying alive.

“—dat,” Hondo finally finished.

Screams echoed through the forest as teeth and claw bore into plastoid, easily penetrating the TK’s armor as if it was nothing more than flimsiplast. Blood spurted as limbs were shredded and torn apart, the angry beast leaving a trail of viscera in its wake. Tech stood stock-still, riveted by the scene before him. “Fascinating,” he admitted beneath his breath.

“Now we go, ah?” Hondo asked, shooting Tech a quizzical look infused with mild disgust. He was not sure what he found so “fascinating,” and Tech’s only regret was not having his recording device at the ready to immortalize the ferocious, guttural sounds the beast was making as it mowed through nearly a dozen men.

Tech only snapped to attention when Hondo rapped his knuckles on the outside of his helmet. “Wake up en dere!” he growled, at once beginning his journey in the opposite direction, the one that was now a straight shot toward the general area of the lommite mine, Tech surmised, and he was content to follow, as he did not want to be next on the menu should the feline tire of its current entertainment.

“So nice of you tu join m—” Hondo stopped short, another TK Trooper having dropped before them from his hiding spot in the trees, blaster rifle held high and a smug tone permeating his voice as he gave his demands.

“Drop your weapons, and put your hands in the air!”

Both men glanced to one another, this being a rather unfortunate turn of events. Tech obeyed, but Hondo knew better; he had never withdrawn any in the first place. His lip curved just slightly; he could hear a rustling sound coming from a patch of nearby brush.

“My friend, we are de least of your worries,” Hondo relayed dryly. “I would put dat blaster away, ef you value your life, hm?”

Tech’s eyes darted as he registered the thermal readout of the very large feline stalking their way, calculating the odds of their survival mentally, which presently did not appear to be very good.

“Shut your mouth, Quay, and get on the ground!”

“Ef you insist,” Hondo replied, the pirate taking his time in bending first one leg, and then the other, his knees dropping onto the soft dirt below as if kneeling in prayer.

“You too, traitor,” the TK snapped, his blaster aimed loosely at Tech as the clone was forced to abide this man’s orders. He lowered himself beside Hondo, keeping his eyes trained not on the weapon’s barrel, but on the animal that was slowly creeping forward toward the unsuspecting soldier. He thought to warn him, but what would be the point? To face death head-on was not a privilege afforded to all. Sometimes, it was a surprise.

“Hands behind your head,” he barked. His “prisoners” obliged, the TK calling for assitance on his comm. “Found the terrorists a kilometer down from the mine, requesting back up.”

“Terrorists?” Hondo thought, meaning to give the man a piece of his mind. Even so, Hondo was privy to something he was not, keeping his mouth closed - if only just this once - as hypnotizing, unnatural yellow eyes shone like two bright suns just behind the soldier’s helmet. The head of the overgrown took’, not to mention its fangs, were both wider and longer than his head and arms. It was as if he was this man’s big, blue shadow, sooo massive in fact, it captured his attention; the sky had appeared to darken as if anticipating a rainstorm, the trooper looking up.

“Huh?” was all he managed to say, the TK’s head tilting for a better vantage just as the fanged maw of the creature enclosed around his throat. There was a terrible crunching sound as the ginormous cat severed through cartilage and bone as if they were nothing more than twigs, leaving both men to stare on in revulsion and awe as his body fell to the ground at their knees.

Hondo could feel Tech itching to rise and fight. Or. Perhaps to flee. “Du not. Move,” he instructed.

Tech decided to listen. He remained still. He was not sure why he had opted to trust the pirate on this matter, but he knew he would not be able to outrun the beast regardless. In other words, what did he have to lose besides his life? It was a kind of running joke at this point, he mused.

Hondo bothered to follow his own advice this time; he kept calm and motionless, even as the feline raised its eyes to look squarely at them. Blood dripped from its elongated eyeteeth like water drops from a leaky faucet, the formidable lifeform beginning to slowly prowl in their direction.

Tech took a breath to speak. Hondo interrupted him.

“Stand your ground. Du not panic, and du not run. Retreat only when I give de signal.”

Tech wanted to ask what the signal was, or explain that tactics that may work on one member of the Felidae family did not necessarily mean they could be employed against every feline they encountered. Still, Tech did not have experience with this particular species and wished to know more about them; perhaps Hondo had dealt with this kind of predator before. It was a shame that his equipment had been so badly damaged as to cease functioning properly, otherwise he may have been of some use.

A low growl emanated from the beast; Tech centered himself and relaxed. If it was his time to die, so be it, though he had not died yet when he had been almost positive he was going to only hours before.

Hondo lowered his head and stared at the creature’s feet; he made note he was so very fluffy, and if he was not so sure that he would get his face torn clean off for doing so, he may have been tempted to stroke its fur.

The cat bared its fangs; it roared only inches away. The wave of hot, stinky breath that followed did not impress Tech, though the Weequay beside him made a point to wrinkle his ridged nose.

Then, its attention turned solely to Hondo. Its snout was close enough to kiss. Hondo lazily lifted his head, the feline snorting out a blast so powerful, it sent one of Weequay’s braids behind his shoulder.

Hondo spoke; his voice was low and soothing. If he was at all afraid, he did not make it known, Tech observed, though he kept his eyes averted toward the wildcat’s legs. “We can be friends… yes?” he whispered huskily.

The behemoth stuck its nose against the Weequay, inhaling sharply to sniff Hondo as if he was a flower growing in some tranquil meadow, not a pirate in a crimson coat. Then the creature nuzzled his oversized head into the crook of Hondo’s jowls just below his frills, its broad, rough tongue brandishing itself to lick a stripe that would inevitably saturate his entire face.

Hondo laughed, a throaty chuckle indicative of something a little more than amusement. It was as if he knew to expect this all along.

“Dat’s right, what a sweet beast you are,” Ohnaka crooned as if talking to a lover, or a child, the pirate having spent many long hours in the fellowship of creatures both great and small, loving each one individually not for what they could do for him, but because, in most cases, animals were far better company than man.

For one, they did not double-cross him. Usually.

Tech thought the creature was giving Hondo a taste before deciding on whether or not to make him a second course, but to his surprise the feline began to produce a sound that was not unlike a purr from the bowels of its throat, it being somewhat reminiscent of the activation of ion engines set to embark on a journey through time and space.

The muscular mammal nearly knocked Ohnaka backward, so strong was the headbutt it administered against the Weequay’s Desevrar Infantry helmet that Hondo teetered on his knees, but managed to keep his place. Then, he did what he had wanted to do without fear of repercussion, placing one striated hand along the feline’s muzzle in a gentle pat. “Such a good boy,” he offered in the way of praise.

Tech was baffled; this was not something he was accustomed to. He had only witnessed Jedi commune with animals. This had occurred once during his time in the field under the leadership of the Republic, and never quite like this.

The scoundrel stood, and the cat allowed it. Hondo had the audacity to scratch it beneath its chin. “Ah, but you remind me of someone else blue with sharp teeth, hm? All hiss and no hunting us, yes?” he asked, as if the thing could speak its mind, and he would be able to understand its meaning.

The fuzzy leviathan seem to agree, circling the pirate to wrap its tail about his waist before releasing him and nudging Tech against his shoulder. Tech withheld a gasp, his body aching, and while the feline seemed not liable to attack them, he would not bother to stand quite yet.

His pack was most definitely weighing him down, Tech feeling as if one hundred duracrete bricks resided inside. He kept his nearly useless eyes fixated on the dead and drying leaves of the forest floor, Hondo speaking to the clone as if he was much more self-assured.

“Animals, beasts, de wily creatures of de forest, dhey love me,” he boasted. “I treat dem with kindness and respect, and dheyyy du not eat me. Isn’t dat right, blue one?” he inquired to the affectionate feline.

Then, the creature’s ears twitched, and his stark, golden eyes narrowed. Hondo withdrew his hand and cocked his head, turning toward the direction the feline was now focused on and asking it another question, never having received an answer to his first. “What es et, my darling? Du you hear someting?”

The varied shades of blue fur along its back bristled; the differences in its coloration formed alternating stripes like waves in a vast ocean. Tech could not help it— he held his breath. The king of Eriadu’s jungle quickly leapt away to disappear amongst the foliage, the distant sound of men screaming echoing through the otherwise peaceful woods.

“Our cue tu leave, no?”

“Affirmative,” was the only thing Tech could think to say, rising to his feet, albeit with great difficulty. He decided not to question the Weeuquay, or his ability to commune with the native fauna. This man was proving to be odd by all definitions of the word, his prowess for taming wild carnivores only one of his unusual traits, Tech suspected.

Tech’s thoughts were interrupted by an ache in his chest as he had bent to gather his blasters; he could not remember ever feeling so exhausted, nor could he recall a time when he had found it this laborius to breathe. Ambulating slowly forward, Hondo once more took the lead, Tech wondering what Phee might say should she learn that he had coincidentally, “run off with pirates.”

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a tumblr user made a point which i never thought of before - they said that if hannibal had to toss a coin to see whether or not he should save bella, that means bella's wishes means as much to him as his own. i think ppl forget that if bella died, jack would blame hannibal and would go along muchmore quickly to will's side of events, and there would be more scrutiny into hannibal if he let a patient die in his office, which isn't good for him considering the suspicions surrounding him. to say hannibal was playing god implies he's removed from the consequences, but he's not. here he was faced with a choice - self preservation (and favour with jack) or going with bella's wishes (and losing jack's favour and have the FBI peer into his patient history, probably). that he was even torn about it suggests the depth of his feelings for bella. i don't think he acted out of whimsy considering he genuinely cares about and respects bella, and cried at her death. bryan fuller talked about this too, and said hannibal loves and respects bella.

hey anon thanks for sharing this! it’s an interesting point and highlights hannibal’s complexity. I still think there’s layers here though and it’s not so black and white. you’re right to say that hannibal isn’t removed from consequences and that he isn’t god, but I think this unveiling is part of his arc. if not god, then hannibal at least thinks he’s superior (hence the cannibalism) and part of his transformation involves coming to terms with his humanity, which only happens when he gives himself up at the end of s3a. will sparks this whole transformation because he’s the only person hannibal views as his equal. it’s why mizumono is such a dramatic turning point for hannibal’s character, since he’s forced to confront his own vulnerability (which challenges his worldview). he didn’t think anyone could change or influence him to this extent, but will does. the only other person to have this kind of power over him is mischa

however, even if hannibal’s capacity to love and care for people is limited, I do agree it’s worth considering. I think it’s very likely that he cares for bella, and he definitely respects her, but I also think he loves selfishly and destructively. he may view sparing her as an act of mercy, and he may grieve her after she passes, but he still prioritises himself and his freedom to choose. this is why she slaps him later, because he took that choice from her. even if he was torn, he still believed he had authority over her life. he would’ve let her die just as easily as he would’ve let her live, and if deciding was as easy as a coin toss then I don’t think he views bella equally. he behaves similarly with abigail. he cares for them the only way he knows how, and considering his lack of empathy and narcissism I don’t think hannibal’s compassion amounts to much. it doesn’t mean it’s nonexistent though

this is what I meant in my original post. I think it’s difficult for us to interpret hannibal’s actions when they don’t align with what we understand. he cares for bella yet has no problem stripping her of her autonomy and deciding her fate for her. we see an act of love, or evidence which suggests it, and struggle to reconcile it with simultaneous acts of cruelty. hannibal’s humanity uncomfortably coexists with his monstrosity, and he somehow manages to be both and neither at the same time