#the hunter's son part 11

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 5

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Glenn is the goofiest sexiest character there is and I will die on this hill! I will ride into battle for him! what Dndads created is truly unique and Glenn is a key part of that and for that he deserves to win. I said it before and I'll say it again - GLENN SWEEEEEP

Can we talk about how he says ‘baby’ casually? Like he just calls people that?? That’s HOT. THAT IS HOT!! He’s also bilingual and knows Japanese!!!! He’s a big dumb idiot with a lot of charisma!!!!!! HE WORKED AT A BDSM PLACE FOR TWO SEPARATE ONE SHOTS. HES SO SAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE HE’S CHILL ALL THE TIME!! HE DOESN’T THINK OF HIMSELF AS SINGLE BECAUSE HE DIDN’T DIVORCE HIS DEAD WIFE!!! He’s like.. the perfect guy. We need this win.

I’d also like to add the fact I made this. Which is the first 11 episodes edited to (almost) only have Glenn in them <3 which is a level of insanity I hope to reiterate. These took hours to make. I wouldn’t do that for anyone else.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea):

Middle aged woman who punches sharks to death. My hero

If you love me you'll vote for amber gris I swear to everything holy on earth amen

Amber is butch, instant win

Amber Gris has a negative charisma modifier and she pissed her pants on purpose in order to trick a guard and knock him out. She tied up a dude. She once killed an evil magic shark (they're out for murder. not like real sharks) by punching it and then picked it up and smashed it into another shark, also killing it. She talks in a southern accent. She calls people guppy because it indicates a lack of respect. She has a big pair of magical green arms that come from her stomach. She got a fancy jacket and immediately ripped its sleeves off. She has a gay thing going on with one of the political leaders in the city. She gets in fights with people and doesnt do vulnerability and tries to lay low and not get in any social trouble she doesn't have to. She jumped through a portal into a new world because she could. She's now the god of said world, alone with only afformentioned political leader, who was previously possessed and she had to fight. She spends her time in a bar called the Cloaca. She calls people she doesn't like claspers, because it means shark penis. She and her friend, an old man named Uncle Joshy, sneak attack each other and yell VIBE CHECK! She tries to talk fancy to impress people and she's really bad at it (verily).

She’s everything and more. She’s irreverent. She punches sharks for a living. She becomes God. What more do you need in a butch.

amber gris propaganda: she is straightup the physical embodiment of "women want me, fish fear me." also she's an appalachian post apocalyptic sea captain. that's just objectively cool.

AMBER GRIS IS PUNCHES SHARKS AND IS (one of) THE MOST BADASS BLACK WOMEN PCS IN DND SHOWS IVE EVER SEEN. SHES INCREDIBLE AND A WIN FOR DYKES EVERYWHERE

amber's creator said she was based off of the type of working-class woman you commonly see in appalachia where "this is the sort of woman that you see walking past CVS, and you know that a truck could hit her and it would just split around her as she continued to go pick up whatever she had to do that day." and that's pretty hot

guys Amber becomes lesbian god of the new world with her childhood “”friend””

#amber gris is LITERALLY a middle-aged butch #she would win this entire tournament in a just world

Last time Amber got horny was when she killed that shark

"it was a savage bummer though, don't-- trust me, there's nothing that great about a history. You know? I got one. What did I do, killed a bunch of sharks? Last time I got horny, god and christ I can't even tell you-- well, it was when I killed that shark. But! Hey. We're all just kinda figuring it out."

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia):

She's a hot elf with mushrooms growing on her. She has 1 level of barbarian. She's bisexual. She shapeshifted into a dragon and ate a god.

how tf does the post not mention Moonshine’s giant boobs her greatest asset

Moonshine has canonically gone down on a woman for a solid hour without asking for anything in return. Moonshine edged a dryad just by kissing them. Moonshine faced down someone being controlled to kill everyone in his path and told him if he still wanted to hurt her, she would take his blows as a friend. Moonshine makes jambalaya for her family and friends. Moonshine mispronounced someone’s name for a month and that woman still wanted to hook up with Moonshine. These are just a few of the reasons why Moonshine is sexy.

shes illiterate

canonically huffs dirty water from a bong

has big tatas

wears a belly chain with a demon trapped in it

almost became the queen of hell

ate a god

turned into a pregnant moose & gave birth

The woman she went down on for an hour asking nothing in return is still hung up on her, 200 years later. Moonshine is unmatched

To be clear the woman whose name Moonshine mispronounced for a month and then hooked up with is the same woman she went down on for an hour, and the same woman who is still flustered over her 200 years later. The rizz is unparalleled. She’s also incredibly kind and accepting of others, and goes out of her way to bolster her friends. The party always requests one big bed.

moonshine cybin is a druid who learned counterspell through sheer force of will. moonshine cybin turned one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse into a dolphin, flew him 60 feet up into the air, dropped him on the ground, and then spit spores into his face to kill him. moonshine cybin turned into a dragon and bit the head off of a double god. moonshine cybin was willing to confine herself to an eternal hell to save the world. moonshine cybin is a dragon rider. you know what you must do.

Amber and Moonshine Together

Look at them. They should not have to fight when they could be gay instead. Imagine the power they would have combined... Every lesbian in a hundred mile radius of the post would swoon. It may be an odd alliance, but from an Ethersea fan to Bahumia fans, i believe this will strengthen both our odds. I have always been insane about Amber Gris but through this poll I have also learned about Moonshine and come to love her too. Take my hand... We can do this together...

OKAY HEAR ME OUT MOONSHINE AND AMBER WOULD GET ALONG SO WELL

appalachian sapphic solidarity!

Art of Amber and Moonshine from @pirateknight.

[lastofthemadones]

Long Live Evil has me by the throat and I made a Key playlist

(I don't have a spotify account so it's on Youtube Music don't hate me) find it here

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

2. I Love You Like an Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic, One last kiss, I love you like a statuette, One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg

3. Oceanographer's Choice - The Mountain Goats

Look at that, Would you look at that, We're throwing off sparks, What will I do when I don't have you, To hold onto in the dark?

4. Howl - Florence + The Machine

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground, And howl, Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

5. From Eden - Hozier

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword, Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

6. Bad Things - Jace Everett

I don't know what you've done to me, But I know this much is true, I wanna do bad things with you

7. It Will Come Back - Hozier

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back, It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorways, Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

8. Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun

9. Hurt - Johnny Cash

Everyone I know goes away, In the end, And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt

10. We Will Commit Wolf Murder - of Montreal

Something's terrorized my psyche to get even, Lately, you're the only human I believe in

11. Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) - Fall Out Boy

I used to obsess over living, Now I only obsess over you

12. Fever - Magpie Cinema Club

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same, but when she put her arms around him, He said, "Julie baby you're to blame, Thou giveth fever"

13. Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

See, I was dead when I woke up this morning, I'll be dead before the day is done, Before the day is done, And now all your love will be exorcised, And we will find you saying it's to be better now

14. Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford & Sons

There will come a time I will look in your eye, You will pray to the God that you always denied, Then I'll go out back, and I'll get my gun, I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am the only son"

15. Monster - Ron Pope

Make me a monster, Make me a beast, Prey on my weakness, Become my disease, I've been lovesick and empty, Cold and I'm trembling

16. Dirty Little Animals - Bones UK

It makes your blood run hot, It makes your spit taste sweet, It makes you feel more alive, Than you have ever been

[tin-wufborf]

Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 8)

Hello again, and welcome back to Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics! As always and ever, thank you all so much for all of the likes and shares for this series. I hope everyone's finding some new reading material or getting to revisit some fics they haven't seen in a while.

No more yappin' from me today. We're just going to hop right inti it.

Smoochies and squeezies to you all!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Keep it Steady by patchesjames (T | 1/1 | 3,155)

Derek had moved from the table into the gap between Stiles’ legs where they still hung down from the counter. His hand was brushing the bruise on Stiles’ cheek, his son unconsciously leaning into the touch and Derek murmuring something that sounded like, “He’ll never do it again.” Stiles dropped his head to Derek’s shoulder and the boy’s hand went from Stiles’ cheek to the back of his neck, resting lightly.

Up until now John had hoped this had just been some sort of whiskey induced hallucination, but now-now he wasn’t so sure.

Or the one in which Derek is even more protective than Papa Stilinski.

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A Rainbow and a Grocery List by afullrevolution (NR | 3/3 | 5,987)

Scarred and scared, Stiles had to learn to be who is - to be comfortable in his own skin - before he could figure out what he wants. Once he figures out what he wants, however, he also has to determine the best way to ask for it.

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Silver (vibrator) Bullet by nothing_left_sacred (E | 2/2 | 6,087)

Stiles hadn’t meant for it to become a thing. He’d just been interested in helping out his fellow man. He certainly hadn't meant for anyone to find out about it.

Or the one where Stiles makes amateur porn, and of course, a certain alpha finds out about it.

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Waiting Games by Jerakeen (E | 1/1 | 6,315)

Being an only child and heir to the throne, Stiles had always known he may not have the luxury of marrying for love. When he’d realized he was an omega to boot, things had taken an even more uncomfortable turn for him.

Omegas are rare. An omega as the heir apparent is almost unheard of.

Which is why there is no wiggle room when it comes to the tournament.

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Our Hearts Are Tigers by skoosiepants (T | 1/1 | 7,586)

This is what Stiles figures out after a week of harboring Isaac: he’s kind of a dick, for a ten-year-old.

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we're painted red to fit right in by hoars (NR | 1/1 | 7,837)

"They're here for you, little wolf." Peter says, silky soft. "Ready to devour your soul. Did you think we were afraid of hunters? Oh, no." Peter shakes his head and chuckles a dark sound. "They're human. They die. They all die eventually. A werewolf wants a pack to fend off them. The Primeval and his servants. Only as a pack do we stand strong. Alone? You're easy. What did you think, Scott? We were all desperate to belong? To be family?"

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Dirt Lots & Backstops by Onlymystory (T | 3/3 | 8,653)

Written for Holly, who won one of my Sterek Campaign fics. Her request was "Sterek and baseball. Canon, not AU. Bonus for cheesy innuendos and the appearance of the San Francisco Giants." Chapter 2 has the second bonus.

From the sidelines, Derek waved a hand. “You sure you want to pitch, Stiles? It doesn’t seem like your position.” “I’m pretty flexible actually,” smirked Stiles. “But, I mean, as fun as catching can be, I’d rather pitch as a general rule.” “Are we still talking about baseball?” Isaac rolled his eyes. Stiles flashed him a grin. “Everyone handles balls a little differently, pup.” “Oh my god,” muttered Erica.

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Valentine's Day Candy in Aisle Four by linksofmemories_archive (E | 1/1 | 8,998)

“It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a special someone.”

“Basically.”

“Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man with a gun is walking around the store?”

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covalent bonds series by HalfFizzbin (3 works | T-E | 9,204)

Derek's a hot nerd. Stiles is a nerdy jock. A LOVE STORY FOR THE AGES.

1. seems to me it's chemistry (T | 1/1 | 4,153) Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him. 2. positively charged (E | 1/1 | 3,379) Derek takes Stiles home to meet his family. It's a terrible idea. 3. soluble (E | 1/1 | 1,672) Derek comes back after summer break all hot, beardy and brace-less. Stiles honestly has no idea what everyone's freaking out about.

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The Morning When It's Clear by BarlowGirl (E | 1/1 | 13,593)

“She makes me have dinner with her and the Sheriff every week,” Derek admits. “She keeps saying I don’t eat well enough. Too much fast food, she says. I keep reminding her I’m a werewolf and then I get a lecture about cholesterol. That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Did you accidentally puppy-dog eye her?” Scott asks seriously.

“I – no? What the hell, no.” He levels a glare at Scott. “And dog jokes aren’t funny.”

Scott laughs. “You totally did. Oh my God. That’s priceless.”

Or: Derek feels, basically.

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Five Times Stiles Doesn't Actually Need A Condom (And One Time He Does) by otter (M | 1/1 | 14,481)

Stiles doesn't actually mean to become Beacon Hills High's go-to guy for free condoms and sex advice. It just happens.

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Taylor by Ashabadash (T | 12/12 | 14,565)

When Derek’s nephew gets dropped off on his front porch one Saturday morning, Derek realizes his life is never going to actually fit into the category of normal. But when a local witch has bounty on the poor kid’s head, and isn’t afraid to hurt innocent people in the process, Derek realizes normal is really just a fantasy.

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Mermaider by nothing_left_sacred (M | 3/3 | 15,517)

“So what you’re saying is; you’re a mermaid princess.” Erica concluded.

“Yes, clearly. That is what I am saying. Thank you for putting it so concisely.” Stiles sassed, frowning at her. He wasn’t fucking Ariel; this was so far from being a Disney movie it wasn't even funny.

Or the one where a perfectly normal Beach Vacation escalates way too quickly, because this is Stiles' life.

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Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes (E | 1/1 | 15,645)

One of Stiles' favorite things about life is Derek Hale's food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.

~

“Derek,” he says again, and the name feels very strange on his tongue. “You don’t mean Derek Hale.”

His professor’s eyebrows reach up, eyes widening. “You read his blog?”

"Uh. Worship. Would be a better more descriptive word. That is Derek Hale?"

Jimmy chuckles. "Good-looking guy, huh?"

"You mean to tell me the Food Network hasn't snatched him up to dethrone everyone else from daytime TV."

Jimmy smiles a small private smile. "I don't think TV is his medium."

Stiles raises an eyebrow. "Shy?"

The man laughs heartily at that. "No, I wouldn't say that. He just has particular forms of expression, like eyebrows and chili powder."

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que tu m'aimais encore by magneticwave (T | 1/1 | 19,931)

Wolves mate for life, don’t they?

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Thirteen O'Clock by kyrene (E | 3/3 | 22,213)

The thing about an actual real-life cockatrice that none of them had known, which would have been good to know before the fact, was that it wasn't just its gaze that could kill a man.

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Resurrection by Amethystina (T | 3/3 | 24,754)

Derek hadn't planned to die, least of all when he had finally started to acknowledge the growing attraction he felt for Stiles — an attraction he knew was mutual. But die he did, his soul ending up in Purgatory just like he had been told that it would. Despite this he felt unable to let go. He couldn't forget the life he had left behind — his hopes for the future.

So when the opportunity presents itself for Derek to return to the land of the living, he takes it, heedless of the rules he might be breaking. Even partnering with a hunter seems like a small price to pay.

Dean Winchester can get Derek out of Purgatory and back to Stiles. Derek's willing to take that chance.

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I Saw Lon Cheney Jr Walking With The (Drag) Queen by scarletjedi (E | 8/8 | 41,248)

When Stiles is entered in an Amateur Drag Competition, he thinks it's just what he needs to recharge his batteries after everything that's happened. He never accounted for just how much performing as someone else will make him confront himself. Something has to change, because as Ru says, "if you can't love yourself, how the hell can you love somebody else?"

Can I get an amen? Let the Music Play.

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He's Not Mine by Sunnee (E | 19/19 | 68,534)

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

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Stiles's Story Time by trilliath (E | 16/16 | 125,851)

Where Stiles is a librarian who is in charge of the kids' reading hour and such. And Derek is 6-year-old Scott's adoptive dad. And Stiles has his own take on Stories and Scott loves wolves and Derek tries not to admit that he likes the way Stiles's face looks in those glasses. Or something like that.

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[mistfallengw2]

A legendary fine norn ask game

1. How are they building their legend? What do they want it to be? Are they being successful? What's their greatest achievement? Do they really care for it?

2. How do they feel about norn society's expectations and traditions? Are they comfortable in norn society? Is there anything they wish was different?

3. What's their family like? Are they still around? Do they like them and get along? Are there any particular expectations coming from them? Is there anyone noteworthy in the family?

4. Where are they from? Were they born in Hoelbrak, in one of the many homesteads and villages, or somewhere not in the Shiverpeaks? Did they like the place? Did they travel often or stayed long in the same place?

5. Which Spirit of the Wild do they have a connection to? How was the connection forged? How does their Spirit influence them? What do they think of their Spirit? Do they revere any other Spirit?

6. Can they shapeshift into Spirit Form? What does it look like? Can they do only one kind or more? Is there anything unique to it? If they can't, what's the reason behind it?

7. What are their thoughts on Jormag and the Sons of Svanir? Have they ever had to deal with either directly?

8. Are they a good hunter? Do they like it or is it just out of necessity? What's their most impressive prey? Do they keep trophies from their hunts? Do they prefer to hunt alone or with others? What weapons do they use, if any? Have they ever taken part in a Great Hunt?

9. Do they enjoy moots? What's their favorite part? Is there anything they don't like? Was one ever thrown in their honor?

10. Did anyone mentor them or did they learn things by themselves? Would they have wanted a teacher or a different one? Was there something they wished someone had taught them before they had to learn by themselves?

11. Do they have a job/occupation? Did they ever change it? Are they happy with it?

12. Are they close with anyone or do they keep everyone at arm's length? Do they make more enemies/rivals or friends? Are they involved in any drama? Do they have any meaningful friendship or bond?

13. Do/did they have a pet or a companion of sorts? If not, would they want one?

14. Do they have any heirlooms? Are there legends behind them or do they only have sentimental value? Or did they earn/find someone else's?

15. [Free space for 3 pieces of trivia about your norn!]

[hrefna-the-raven]

Fallout masterlist

Link to main masterlist

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Deacon x sole survivor

Bona Fides

a few drabbles about Deacon and his desperate attempt to hide his growing love for you

Part 1

Robert MacCready x Sole survivor

Heart for hire

It has been some time ago since MacCready and you found each other when you first stepped into the Third Rail. On the same day, after a year, you met again, same spot, same time to cherish in the memory of your first encounter.

Part 1

Elder Arthur Maxson x Knight reader

Heart of Steel

You are a former soldier before the Great War, frozen in the vault only to wake in a world you didn't recognise anymore with your husband killed and your son kidnapped. You stumble through the Commonwealth, having searched far and wide with Detective Valentine for your son until you stumble upon Paladin Danse at the Police station. His Brotherhood wakens your desire to belong somewhere again and so you join them, but upon meeting Elder Maxson you weren't sure anymore if it really was the right decision....

Chapter 1 - Welcome to the Brotherhood of Steel

Chapter 2 - Tour of Duty

Chapter 3 - Show no mercy

Chapter 4 - Something's gotta give (18+)

Chapter 5 - Don't let me be misunderstood

Chapter 6 - Dream a little dream

Chapter 7 - Dangerous minds

Chapter 8 - Why do fools fall in love?

Chapter 9 - The morning-after-date (18+)

Chapter 10 - Institutionalized

Chapter 11 - Blind Betrayal

Chapter 12 - A flame in your heart

Chapter 13 (final chapter) - A new dawn

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Maxson as Sole Survivor playthrough:

Screenshots

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

The hunt

You were sent to retrieve a precious item, but so was the most notorious bounty hunter in the Wasteland...

(set before he ends up in that grave)

Chapter 1 - The plan

Chapter 2 - The bounty

Chapter 3 - The spoils (18+)

Chapter 4 - The betrayal

Porter Gage x female sole survivor

The dress (18+)

(Marcosito) Cito x sole survivor

Headcanons - Falling in love

Mason x reader

Favourite

[daitranscripts]

Skyhold Conversation: Krem

Tell Me About Yourself

Skyhold Masterpost

Available after Iron Bull's "Meet the Chargers" scene

PC: I wanted to talk about you, if that’s all right.

Krem: You know I’m from Tevinter. Wasn’t a slave, but even citizens have it rough if they’re not mages. I was a soldier, but women join the ranks under a different program. When they found out I was passing, it got ugly. I ran, met Bull near the border, and ended up here. Not a life I’d wish on everyone, but it’ll do.

1 - Dialogue options:

General: What is Tevinter life like? [2]

General: How did you end up leaving? [3]

General: Why do you pass? [4]

General: Goodbye. [5]

2 - General: What is Tevinter life like? PC: What’s Tevinter like for a citizen? Someone who isn’t a slave or a mage? Krem: I’m of the soporati, citizens who aren’t mages. Mages are in charge and everyone knows it, but a wealthy merchant can have an easy life. At the low end, people just try to stay out of slavery. My father was a tailor. I joined the army after the Imperial slaves drove him under.

Dialogue options:

Special: How did they do that? [6]

[Back to 1]

6 - Special: How did they do that? PC: How did slaves drive your family out of business? Krem: My father made shirts, aprons, that kind of thing. Nothing fancy. One of the magisters had a pet project, to prevent the poor from dying of cold in the winter. Nice, right? He had Imperial slaves making simple peasant clothes and selling them for almost nothing. That magister’s nice idea put out slave-made clothes at prices my father couldn’t match.

Dialogue options:

General: He had good intentions. [7]

General: Slave labor. Lovely. [8]

General: Who would buy those? [9]

7 - General: He had good intentions. PC: It sounds like the magister was doing it our of kindness. Krem: That’s the worst part of Tevinter: people don’t even realize they’re taking away your living. That magister wasn’t a terrible person. He probably saved slaves from dying. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 8 - General: Slave labor. Lovely. PC: It’s difficult to compete with someone who doesn’t get paid. Krem: That’s Tevinter. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 9 - General: Who would buy those? PC: Who would buy goods made by slaves, knowing they’d be hurting a citizen’s business? Krem: People with enough money for a new shirt or a loaf of bread, but not both. ㅤㅤ ㅤ 10 - Scene continues. ㅤㅤ ㅤ Krem: My father sold himself into slavery. He’s one of the servus publicus, the Imperium-owned slaves, now. [back to 1]

3 - General: How did you end up leaving? PC: You said you left Tevinter when they discovered your secret? Krem: Women are allowed to serve, but only in certain ranks and disciplines. I was up for promotion, but the healer I’d bribed to sign off on my physical had to tend a sick magister. When the replacement healer saw what was, or wasn’t, in my pants, he made threats. It was slavery or death, so I knocked him out and ran.

11 - Dialogue options:

Special: How did you get away? [12]

Special: Passing is illegal? [13]

[Back to 1]

12 - Special: How did you get away? PC: I’m surprised you escaped from the Tevinter Imperium so easily. Krem: It’s not like I lived in Minrathous. I was in Trevis, not far from the Nevarran border. It helped that I was being chased as a deserter, not a runaway slave. Slave-hunters only get paid for what they catch. They’re efficient bastards. [back to 11] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 13 - Special: Passing is illegal? PC: It’s against the law to pass as a man? Krem: It’s a crime to lie on an Imperial application for service. Would’ve been a heavy fine or slavery. For ten silvers, the healer said he’d tell the tribune I was sick in the head. Some pity for the mad little girl. That was when I hit him. I’d served for a few years. I was good at hitting. [back to 11]

4 - General: Why do you pass? PC: Why did you decide to live as a man? Krem: I didn’t decide anything. I’ve been like this my whole life. My parents wanted me to marry up. They tried to find me a nice merchant’s son. Every day, I’d put on a dress, look into my father’s shaving mirror, and just… hate myself.

14 - Dialogue options:

Special: Would you change with magic? [15]

Special: What did your family think? [16]

[Back to 1]

15 - Special: Would you change with magic? PC: If you had the chance to use magic, would you change all the way? Krem: What? No. I don’t want any magic like that within ten yards of my body. When I was younger… I don’t know. Everyone has silly dreams. In Tevinter, dreams like that get you killed. Bull helped me make a good life. Nice armor and a well-placed sock, and I’m happy. [back to 14] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 16 - Special: What did your family think? PC: How did your family react when you started? Krem: My mother wanted to throw me out. She said if I didn’t marry well, I was dooming the family to slavery. She was happy to take the money I sent as a soldier, though. Not that it mattered in the end. My father… when I was little, he’d angle his mirror down so I could pretend to shave, just like him. He never said anything, but I think he knew. [back to 14]

5 - General: Goodbye. PC: We’ll talk later.

[vendettasfanfictioning]

The Nightmare of Zoldyck (Musical) was gay as fuck and here's why you should watch it.

Bingeing The Nightmare of Zoldyck reminds me just. Just how fucking gay it was??????? And this was made almost 11 years ago???? And it's just so insane and surreal to me?????? They could've added any sort of twist to the Zoldyck Arc and yet the twist they chose was 🌈🏳️‍🌈??? In all fairness, they did also add Hisoka so maybe that's just how it is lmao

Now you may think I'm joking or being delusional—but no I swear THEY MADE IT GAY AS FUCK OK. IT'S ACTUALLY AMAZING

First, we have the obvious; the adorable, blossoming friendship between Gon and Killua. The very reason this arc exists is because Gon refused to let Illumi's teachings corrupt Killua's self-esteem. It's so, so, so touching in the manga and both anime adaptations, but in the musical they just... The songs just made it come off more romantic?

I'm biased, I love the friends-to-lovers development these two undergo, but I swear, take the shipping goggles off and it's still has a subtle if not in-your-face obvious, romantic tone.

Why? First, the presentation. The Zoldycks are introduced by Milluki through song. They each get lines which are backed up by epic music and stage effects, come together for the iconic chant of, "Zoldyck," before ultimately gathering around and sitting down.

Kalluto, Kikyo, Illumi, Silva, Milluki, and Zeno have a family meeting while Killua's hung above them, representing where he is in the dungeon, and right off the bat, you get hit with "forbidden romance" vibes.

The family talks about what Killua did, what he said, while Killua sings about how he doesn't want to inherit his dad's position. HE ALSO SINGS THIS LINE WHICH IS SO?????

And he sings a little after Illumi visits him in the dungeon and, y'know, messes with his head even more. He writes a letter of sorts to Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio, telling them they should go to protect them from Illumi and he just sounds SO heartbroken...

Then we skip forward, this is after the gang has won Gotou's approval. Gon writes a letter, and it's so fucking sweet because it's basically him saying look. Look at Zebro, Gotou, Canary, these people who care for you, who love you. You're not alone, we understand your feelings, ok? AND THIS PANEL IN PARTICULAR IS SO RAPUNZEL SO ROMEO AND JULIET IDK

And that super serious discussion between Killua and Silva? He gushes about Gon a lot, and they really took some liberties with Silva because this man keeps grinning like he knows his son's got a crush.

And of course Gon's not gonna back down. Canary asks how their Young Master Killua was like, outside Kukuroo Mountain, and... just look.

I'm not gonna include every damn time they sing together but when they finally meet? They're so. so happy. I can't.

And there's this scene after the party (yes they have a goodbye party of sorts for Killua) where Killua thanks Gon for coming to get him and Gon says ofc we're friends and they play around and they're so happy together...

Look at them they ded

There's also this moment when it all goes to shit and THIS SONG SLAPS Gon metaphorically slaps Killua out of it too but just. Just listen to it, it made me cry

And since this happens right after the Hunter's Exam, Kurapika and Leorio are still a bit wary of Killua, so while Gon's ecstatic and unwavering about being Killua's friend, the other two sort of bond in the sidelines as well?

Take this shot of leopika dancing. It's short and sweet and they're so stupid but they're at least getting along!!!

I forgot they bickered a lot, especially during the Hunter's Exam, but now look at them. This isn't the gayest part though, because Leorio finds out there's a hot spring in the Zoldyck mansion... and... yeah... I'll let y'all watch this scene for yourselves but uh, stuff happens and I fucking screamed is all

LIKE LOOK THESE MFS END UP STAR GAZING TOO COME ON

They also share a bit in the end where Gon sniffs Zebro??? And he says that Zebro has a similar scent to Leorio??? And leopika turn to each other and go:

LIKE HELLO?? HELLOOOOO???

And of course, I saved the murder husbands for last. While the gang have their fun, we would sometimes cut to black and these two would be shown, scheming in the dark and talking about their own plans.

They be dropping some bomb ass dialogues tho

AND APPARENTLY ILLUMI GAVE HISOKA A TOUR LMAO

Mind you, there is no fucking explanation as to why Hisoka's there. His narrative purpose is ofc to sow chaos and stir trouble, look out for Gon or whatever, but why is he here specifically in the Zoldyck Estate is never stated. BUT he does refer to it as a vacation. Twice.

Like sure this is just him being a little shit but COME ON. If Illumi really didn't want him there, he'd have chased Hisoka out, swatting him with a broom while at it. But no. They scheme in the dark and Illumi shows him around and Hisoka says it's a vacation. Wonder who could've invited him.......

This interaction also happens. And I will only be thinking about this for the foreseeable future.

HISOKA CHASES AFTER HIM OFFSCREEN IT'S KINDA CUTE AND ALSO RUINING MY LIFE????

Insane that the killugon heart-to-heart, leopika hot spring moment, and hisoillu bickering happen back to back to back. They're all paired off. The way they switch the audience's perspective actually really satisfying. Each couple gets their alone time and it's like seeing the different stages of a relationship. INSANE and HELLA GAY

And, of course, the heart of the cards—easily one of the most iconic lines Hisoka's said, which is, coincidentally, the point of conflict of the entire musical

While Killua's fighting for his life, here's the magician who's basically getting everything he's ever wanted served on a silver platter. This mf is so happy he got to fight Illumi's family lmaoooo

AND HE SAYS IT TWICE!!!!

ONLY FOR MAMA ZOLDYCK TO MIC DROP WITH THIS IN THE END

I just. I love this musical so much. It used to be my comfort watch when I first got into HxH, and while I joke about how fucking gay it turned out to feel (I'm being serious about it though) I do think it's a great production.

The actors did amazing, the dance/fight sequences and the dialogue were so well done, and it just added so much depth to the Zoldycks, y'know? I do wish Alluka was here, but we all know why she's not... That would've been so fun though.

Anyways, if I've convinced you, then you can watch it here!!!

[lachelledavies-winchester]

"You're wearing me out, baby. The chupa chups move the other day was so unfair."

"Don't call me baby," she warned him, but his hand on her butt distracted her and she went back on the attack. "Too bad I had something bigger in mind."

The man returned the piercing stare as he saw her slowly descend, kneeling down and unbuttoning his belt with a bold smirk.

"What's on your mind?"

"What does it look like to you? I'm helping a friend get distracted."

"Far be it from me to refuse, but if they come in..."

"Then I see you are already distracted enough not to have noticed that I closed the hook."

The woman could feel the heat of his greedy gaze making her skin burn; she could no longer hold back all that excitement, she needed to let off steam.

"Come on, no porn dialogue? You know I'm not amused." she provoked him, and he smiled.

"Look what you've done. Why don't you fix the problem with that pretty little mouth?"

"No, I don't want to." she grumbled in a high-pitched voice but continued to curl a few strands with a finger and smile mischievously to let him know she was playing along. 

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear; did you think I would let you be a little slut without consequences?" the hunter's voice was almost a grunt, and those words made her skin crawl with excitement. 

He gave her a softer look, and she smiled to reassure him that it was okay with her. 

"I'm not the type to let you do something that I don't want. It's your turn to show me how you like it."

With a sharp gesture he pushed her head forward to his erection.

"Good girl, take it all." he first gave her a few slaps on the cheek.

"I don't know what to do, sir. I never have."

"Oh no?" the man whispered with effort.

He took to rubbing and slamming his member on the provocative face of the woman, who kept waiting for him with her tongue out.

"Oh, do you see you're good? Let me see what you can do with that tongue." he gasped as he watched her work on him without taking his eyes off her. 

The red-hot flattened tongue brushed each spot as he took it out of her mouth, then descended slowly and helped herself with one hand so as not to overlook anything.

"How good you are." he whispered to her, enjoying the sensation of her moist mouth swallowing his length, caressing her face and gathering her hair to one side.

He raised his head and stared at the ceiling, squinting his eyes from the pleasure that was making him let out increasingly loud moans.

"You idiot, they can hear you even in Canada like this." "Please continue." he moaned and with a hand on her head pulled her to him; he loved being in control, it gave him the feeling that not all of life was at the mercy of events he couldn't handle, and she liked to have someone else tell her what to do from, but she liked surrendering dominance as much as having it and she was certain that at that point she had the upper hand-literally.

"Now tell me 'I lost, you won.'"

"What a son of a bitch."

"I'm waiting." she urged. The Winchester closed his eyes as she continued, more ruthless than ever, rising and falling on his ledge slowly and forcing him to gasp out one moan after another. "Say it." 

"All right, you win." he blurted out and took to thrusting his pelvis to independently manage the rhythm until he burst with pleasure, but managed to pull out before he finished, a gesture that Lachelle could not help but register, appreciating it as much as she appreciated that he had continually asked her permission with even a glance, making her feel the urge to try without disrespecting her.

[cycat-carisi]

Lonesome Superhero Part 2

Pairing: Gator Tillman x f!reader (not romantic)

Summary: After you give Gator a piece of your mind and something to think about when it comes to his father, you find out the hard way that you've said the wrong things to the wrong family. But are the consequences what Gator intended?

Warnings: language, misogynistic themes from the show, this one is kinda dark and could be disturbing - reader is directly threatened, NOT a romance fic, the Tillmans are disturbed individuals...

Length: 700+

A/N: The part 2 no one asked for! (Part 1 here). This just sorta happened. After watching episode 3, we really got to see how fecked up Gator is thanks to his upbringing. I'd love for him to get a redemption arc of some kind and I guess that's the intention behind these (now AU) fics. I hope that you enjoy (:

Fic below the cut or on AO3 here

A street lamp's pale, yellow glow casts a gloomy shadow over the small parking lot of the retirement home. It's past 11 p.m., and your evening shift has finally let out.

Descending the building's front steps, you fish your car keys from your purse and begin to weave your way through the remaining cars in the lot. You're rounding the box of a pickup truck when a dark figure appears in front of you.

"Evening, little lady." His voice rings deep and low.

Fear paralyzes you. You attempt a step backwards but immediately stumble into the smooth metal of the truck. Trapped.

As the figure shifts closer, the street lamp streaks color across a man. A cowboy hat and shearling coat take form in front of you.

Your breath becomes erratic, much like your heartbeat, as realization strikes; the man's status only elevates your fear.

"I heard that you were talking to my son," the voice of Roy Tillman continues. "Putting ideas in his empty little head that I don't have his best interests at heart."

He takes a step forward, and that's when you notice the dim light illuminating yet another figure. It's Gator, and he's grinning spitefully in your direction.

Everything in your body is telling you to run, but your brain knows that these men could easily catch and overpower you. There's nothing left to do but stand your ground.

"My son is my own flesh and blood." The sheriff explains simply, moving another step closer. "Helps me keep this town in order. The last thing we need," he draws even nearer, "is womenfolk like you disrupting the natural order of things." You curl your fingers into your palm, your nails painfully dent your skin. "And we can't have you going around humiliating law enforcement either, my dear."

With those last words, Roy Tillman levels his face in front of you. His cold, hard eyes bore deep into yours. A silver glint catches in your periphery—a hunter's knife unsheathed from the strap on his belt.

Your lungs betray you, and you unleash a frightened gasp.

Gator takes a tentative step forward.

"Women outta know their place in this world, little lady," whispers Roy, bringing the knife up into your field of view. "But sometimes it takes a bit of teaching for your type to truly understand." Roy twists the knife again, showcasing its serrated edge.

You feel tears stinging your eyes, and your stomach is ready to vomit.

In the background, a silent Gator's gaze flicks erratically back and forth between his father and you.

The blade tip then slowly moves towards your throat, the senior Tillman outwardly captivated by how your pupils dilate in pure terror.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rings out. "Dad!" Gator slides up beside his father. "Dad," he says again, voice lowered—hesitant; scared, almost. "I, uh, I think she gets it." Gator's hazel eyes once again dart between your fear-stricken face and the focused features of his father.

The older man's brow furrows, yet his eyes still deadbolt you in place. "Gator, we talked about this. Women do not undermine our authority. We are the law. She needs to learn."

You can practically feel the cold radiating off the knife blade as it encroaches to within mere millimeters of your throat.

"Wait!" bursts Gator once more.

Gator's actions finally cause Roy's head to turn. A look of sheer anger is cast down upon his son. Gator shrinks under its weight.

"I think she gets it now," he says meekly.

Roy scrutinizes Gator for several long moments, though finally, the knife retreats.

A relieved sob erupts from your chest, and Roy turns back to you, flashing you a hardened warning.

Gator, on the other hand, appears torn and confused, like a trapped animal desperate to escape yet too loyal to his captor to attempt breaking free.

In mere seconds, Roy retreats into the darkness as silently as he arrived, leaving Gator standing before you.

Gator has never been phased by how his father ran the county. Never once has he batted an eye when people needed a little reminder of who was in charge. But tonight? Gator had thought his father would simply talk him up and convince you that he was important. Gator never expected—or wanted—what just happened to happen. Instead, it seemed as though his father's only purpose was to once again eliminate any doubt about his own authority. The knife was a step too far. Maybe, just maybe, you had been right about his father all along...

A silent apology resides in Gator's features as he flashes you one last glance before swiftly disappearing from the parking lot in the same direction as his father.

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[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Finals

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Glenn is the goofiest sexiest character there is and I will die on this hill! I will ride into battle for him! what Dndads created is truly unique and Glenn is a key part of that and for that he deserves to win. I said it before and I'll say it again - GLENN SWEEEEEP

Can we talk about how he says ‘baby’ casually? Like he just calls people that?? That’s HOT. THAT IS HOT!! He’s also bilingual and knows Japanese!!!! He’s a big dumb idiot with a lot of charisma!!!!!! HE WORKED AT A BDSM PLACE FOR TWO SEPARATE ONE SHOTS. HES SO SAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE HE’S CHILL ALL THE TIME!! HE DOESN’T THINK OF HIMSELF AS SINGLE BECAUSE HE DIDN’T DIVORCE HIS DEAD WIFE!!! He’s like.. the perfect guy. We need this win.

I’d also like to add the fact I made this. Which is the first 11 episodes edited to (almost) only have Glenn in them <3 which is a level of insanity I hope to reiterate. These took hours to make. I wouldn’t do that for anyone else.

vote Glenn I am asking with the biggest saddest eyes possible 🥺🥺🥺 he is so sexy it's pathetic and also so pathetic it's sexy, no I can not possibly adequately elaborate just trust me

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks):

7ft tall silver-haired thembo of a fallen angel. was the literal sword of god until they killed him! reasons slightly unclear but probably sure to forbidden queer love! super caring for their friends. has one friend they have known for hundreds of years who they HATE but are bound to by the red string of fate. their sword is a part of them, they can sheathe it into a tattoo. they start out indistinct at the edges but as they have continued on through the campaign they have become more and more distinct. they became a flaming engine of justice to kill their friends shitheaded older brother who was following him. they have learned enough necromancy to allow other fallen angels to die, even though they typically cannot. they fly giant birds in to battle.

7ft tall beefcake wielding a sword as tall as they are. vengeful sweetheart

Imagine now: a fallen angel with beautiful gray hair and very big muscles. Now imagine them with a 9 ft sword. Now imagine them as a helmsperson of a pirate ship in a flowy deep-v pirate shirt. Now imagine they're dumb as a fucking rock. And finally, imagine that they killed god. Here, you have made Gable Skyjacks: sexiest podcast character of all time.

7ft tall nonbinary/genderfluid thembo fallen angel sky pirate who wields a buster sword. silvergrey hair with black/gold streaks as they regain feathers/memories of before their fall. back is covered in tattoos that hide the scars of their shredded off wings. killed God. toxic exes with lucifer. they are the keeper of several giant war birds who occasionally crave human flesh. they enjoy getting rowdy/smoking rope with their boys. they collect rocks that they think are neat. When anyone admits they are attracted to them, Gable trips over their words and absolutely swaglessly ends up sounding stupider and sexier by the end of the conversation; the will they/won't they and teasing they dish out to these (un?)lucky few is palpable. Sometimes the buster sword is on fire. They are immortal, they are cringe, they are trying to atone because they believe they are the reason the world is ruined.

Okay so aside from all of the above (giant with a matching giant flaming sword, killed god, extreme dumbass), here's some more propaganda for Gable the Godkiller.

They've escaped death multiple times with their partner in... crime? Like literally they were about to be executed in the most brutal way possible and just. Escaped and killed all their captors in the snowy wastelands.

They are the helmsperson of the Uhuru and take this job very seriously and definitely haven't left it to Bowser (you know, like from Mario) multiple times. Can steer that flying ship in horrible weather and still make it to port safely.

Healed an entire fucking hospital by cutting their hair for someone they had the hots for who was also in the hospital. Imagine being on that level of myth making in some random port city because of a hair cut.

Giant bird caretaker and also took the giant birds out on their friend's bachelor party (this was like. his Xth polyamorous marriage at this point btw) and had a fucking blast getting high on some rope and fucking around. They've also flown these birds into combat and looked cool as hell doing it (see: killing their friend's shithead of an older brother in a joust).

Had a relationship with Lucifer the Morning Star before they fell as an angel and killed God. Literally the reason the stars fell was their love for each other. The world would not look the same without Gable and they are, at the very least indirectly responsible for the creation of the Church of the Slain God and everything it represents (fantasy Catholicism).

And also yeah they are regularly tripping over themself and saying very silly things. 10/10 character we love Liz Anderson and Gable in this house

I am seeing people say that this Nicky fellow is basically trans! That's very cool! Gable is actually trans. Pronouns they/them/any presentation whatever they feel like.

Gable held a bachelor party for a BFF where the attendees hunted from their sky birds, wore dresses, and still managed to keep their eyeliner on point!

Gable killed God because he wouldn't let them be queer. They should rightfully crush anyone in their path.

We are finally going up against a character I know. I can confidently say all sexy moments with Gable are much sexier than TAZ's largely off-screen romances. Mod Note: This was written during the poll versus Killian Fangbattle.

But seriously. Listen to Gable's most recent introduction. Unparalleled sexy thembo introduction! Context: The Captain's Council is at a magical tattoo/piercing parlor (which has a lengthy form and disclosure process), trying to stay below the radar, and the Captain and Jonnit are pretending to be father/son to keep up the ruse. And to let Jonnit get a tattoo, since he's technically sort of underage. Bonus: Gable's decision at the tattoo/piercing parlor and noping out of Orimar and Jonnit's acting. (You should check out the full episode! Episode 197 starts a new arc and a good point to step into the series!)

Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

One armed half-demon man with a sword (also a Dedicated, Involved, Loving Father). (Specifically campaign 2, where he is an adult)

Transmasc bisexual (or at least so widely accepted as such it's basically canon) dilf half-demon let's start with the basics

And by half-demon I mean the literal prince of Hell

But also simultaneously is Saint Nicolas get you a man who can do both specifically this man

Missing an arm cause his ex-friends tragically betrayed him and shot it off but he doesn't need two arms to show you a good time wink wink ;)

The betrayal in question forced him to be seperated from his also hot milf voice actress wife and their son which is sad but in like a way that makes him sexier

Uses his one hand to wield a flaming katana that he used to rescue his son from the FBI

Protects his family with his life very literally which is hot as hell

Big himbo energy couldn't come up with a good plan if he used 100% of his brain

When he does fail at things it's pretty cute honestly

Definitely played a variety of musical instruments before the whole arm thing happened! Maybe he still does idk he's a sexy mystery

2 in 1 deal! This man was born from the merging of two timelines! Kinda sick!!! Also two dads = twice the daddy issues

You'd think the whole being forcibly split from his family thing would mean he isn't very close with his son but nope! His son adores him! They get along great!!!

His mom is simultaneously alive and dead

His mom bagged fucking two different dudes (one of whom FOUND HER DEAD in a different timeline, both of which are demons)

HIS MOMS NAME IS MORGAN FREEMAN, HIS DAD’S NAME IS GLENN CLOSE, AND HIS OTHER DAD’S NAME IS JODIE FOSTER, AND HIS GREAT SOMETHING GRANDFATHER’S NAME IS MERYL STREEP

HIS SONS NAME IS TAYLOR SWIFT

Lifelong pot smoker 👍 (plus drug flower user!!)

CANONICALLY BOTH A POLO WEARER (and yes, has all the stereotypes of that attached with it — a nerd, which is hot) AND A LEATHER JACKET WEARER (which also has all the stereotypes attached with it — a rebel dude person, which is also hot) [<- all widely accepted as canon by the fandom even as he’s older]

A part of the SECOND BIGGEST ship of season two, (Nark) despite the two characters only having one-two canon interactions (one of which JUST happened last episode)

Man’s a himbo what’s hotter than that

So many fucking names. You try to tag him in anything and he takes up half the space. That’s probably hot. For someone out there

This was already mentioned but so very very trans. Like. It’s basically canon

Rock and roll(er)

Joined a group of thieves called the watermice when he was like 13

for a few minutes had a guitar called the Battle Axe of Hatred

definitely had an frienimies with benefits relationship with his childhood friend Lark (sorry ppl that don’t ship nark lol) (it’s canon after ep 44 hah)

Nicky also acts like his sons Pokémon! Taylor tells his dad to do things, and Nicky does it without thinking about anything else he could do!

I feel like the audio of the entire Nick-breaking-into-the-FBI scene should be propaganda, but I'm copying select bits from the transcript:

Anthony: Yeah, it kind of echoes up through the vent, like the beginning of Metal Gear Solid. You hear a voice that strikes you as ever so slightly familiar, Taylor. Saying—  ??: [a deep voice] [echoing in the vent] Where is he?  Anthony: You hear—  Will: Uh-oh, he’s hot.  Anthony: —a bunch of shouting voices.  [giggles]  Beth: Uh-oh! Anthony: You hear a bunch of shouting voices and people shouting for him to get down on the ground to turn off his flame. To fucking get his hands behind his back. You hear this rhythmic stepping forward— because his footsteps don't sound like anybody else's because it's almost like… y’know when you toss a little bit of water onto a really hot pan and it just sizzles like that? It's like every footstep he's taking, you can hear that— Freddie: Cool  Anthony: — and you can feel some of that heat coming up in this vent, even though you can't see him at this point. And he goes—  ??: [echoing] Where. Is. My. Boy? Anthony: You hear the FBI agent—the FBI in quotation marks agent—in the back going like—  Agent: [echoing] He's safe for now. If you want to go ahead and make sure that he stays that way, you feel free to go ahead and step inside the suite that we've prepared for you, my boy. Anthony: And you hear the hot guy voice saying—  [chuckles]  The Hot Guy: [echoing] I don't think that's going to happen.

...

[a powerful rush of air builds] Anthony: You hear—  [gunfire, and the air rush culminates in a burst of flame; from underneath the fire, metal music starts playing] Anthony: —plumes of flame exploding.  [a person’s pained shout, gunfire and bursts of flame continue]  Anthony: You can feel the heat radiating through this metal vent and it's actually beginning to hurt and burn your hands.

...

Anthony: And you hear blood—  [sizzling]  Anthony: —hitting the fucking ground and you hear sizzling and things boiling and burning. Taylor: That could just be coffee! That could just be coffee. Link, let's go. Anthony: And you are getting closer and closer to the elevator. And you hear that same hot voice say—  The Hot Guy: [echoing] Where the hell is Taylor?

Gable and Nicky Together:

We are on a joint ticket now! This is a truly unbeatable combo. Not even god can nerf it because Gable killed him. Vote for us. Nicky Close will watch your stuff and play with your cats while Gable gives you the night of your life.

Gable and Nicky can literally be yuor angle or ur bevil.

Art of Gable and Nicky from @slightlyhopefulromantic.

[iamleesi]

THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: You and Bucky attend the neighbor’s party

Warnings: Nothing really this is chill, just wanted to write more of Bucky x Reader. Feeling lazy lately.

Other: English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for the mistakes.

-> Masterlist

-> Part ten ; part twelve

-> An Evil Twin? (11)

The forced smiles that adorned your face the whole damn night vanished the moment you slipped into Mrs Thompson’s bathroom, waiting for Bucky to join you. Downstairs, the sound of loud music and children’s laughter made your head pound more with each passing moment, due to your sleep deprived state. But you couldn’t blame the kids for your exhaustion; it was your own doing, sleeping for a mere two hours in what felt like an eternity. The lack of sleep made you moody and each time someone spoke to you, even as kindly as someone could be, made you want to turn into the Hulk for a brief moment.

The past few hours had been a whirlwind of stress since returning from Malcom’s house. First, there was the sweep by the twenty trusted undercover SHIELD agents Bucky himself had called. They meticulously searched for hidden cameras or microphones, finding absolutely nothing save for the ones already known to be outside in the garden. Inside, thankfully, the coast was clear much to your relief. At least it was already something.

Then there was an issue that had a name and a last name; Cassandra collapsed the second your eyes met hers back at the psychopath’s house. Since then, she had been playing the Sleeping Beauty and not even Dean’s and Sam’s yelling at each other woke her up. Bucky even tried to wake her up at some point, fearing the worst for a second, but she simply continued to sleep like nothing was happening. It wouldn’t have been such a concern if she weren’t officially a missing person, with the police on the lookout, while you and Bucky played the part of the lovely married couple.

And thinking of Bucky, his knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, prompting you to cross the room and let him in, quickly securing the door behind him with a twist of key. Just to be safe.

“Why did you gestured for me to come here?” You asked, crossing over to the bathtub and sitting on its edge hoping to rest your sore feet at least a little - those heels Wanda made you bring were an insult to torture.

“I got a call from Steve while you were cozying up to that man downstairs.” He replied, shooting you a pointed look. “Speaking of which, let’s not forget we’re supposed to be a married couple.”

“Just get to the point.” You sighed, rolling your eyes. While Bucky wasn’t entirely wrong, you hadn’t been flirting with Dyaln (the handsome neighbor’s son) as he implied, you were just trying to alleviate the boredom since Bucky disappeared for what felt like ages to go talk to Steve.

“They haven’t heard from Fury since we were sent on this mission. The others have returned already, their cases turned out to be false alarms, and they have been stressing about it ever since. Which is not long, but still.” He explained, taking a seat in front of you on the closed toilet lid.

“And nobody knows where he is? What about Maria?” You pressed, the possibility of Fury being in Hydra’s hands was becoming increasingly real with each passing moment.

“Natasha mentioned Maria’s also gone off the grid. Steve said Nat’s been going crazy about it, but before I told them the news they didn’t think their disappearances were connected to Hydra and to our case.” He said, running a hand over his beard, the gravity of the whole situation weighing on him.

“Of course she’s going crazy about it, they’re supposed to tie the knot in what? Two months?” You muttered, nervously bouncing your leg up and down. “Why didn’t they tell us anything? This feels like a pretty big deal to me.”

Bucky shrugged. “I suppose they figured that handling it themselves and letting us focus on the mission was the better choice.”

You shook your head, silently cursing them all. While it might not have changed anything for you and Bucky, a heads up would have been the least they could do. After all, it was Nick Fury and Maria Hill missing - not exactly a forgettable thing.

“Whatever. At least now we’re all on the same page.” You said, and after taking a deep breath you spoke again. “Should we tell Mr and Mrs Thompson that we’re leaving? I feel like I’m half dead right now.”

“It’s barely been an hour, Emma.” Bucky reminded you. Thought he wouldn’t mind some rest, he forced himself to endure a little longer for the sake of the roles you were playing.

You sighed in defeat, with a nod. “Any update on Cassandra?” You inquired, glancing down at the golden ring adorning your finger worn solely for this facade. But you had to admit, it looked pretty.

“I haven’t heard anything.” Bucky huffed, resting his elbows on his knees. “Sam and Dean are not answering their phone, but the Impala is parked outside so they must be home.”

“They would have called if she woke up.” You reasoned with a small shrug. “Maybe they’re resting or something.”

Bucky looked down at his hands for a moment, before speaking again. “I still think they’re suspicious.” He admitted.

As you were about to rise from your seat on the edge of the bathtub ready - but not really - to go back to the party, you halted mid-motion and sank back down as soon as Bucky spoke. “What do you mean?” You asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“It’s just… I’ve been thinking a lot about this whole mess of a situation, and I keep circling back to some unanswered doubts I have.” Bucky replied with a shrug, his gaze briefly meeting yours. “Do you not think they’re hiding something?”

“No.” You replied honestly. “After that time in Mrs Miller’s attic, I felt like we were good. I did have my own suspicions on them before, but now… now I don’t. Why? Do you think they’re connected to Hydra?” You asked, lowering your voice significantly for the last question.

“No, no it’s not that.” Bucky quickly clarified. “It’s actually about you. I have a feeling they know more about you than they’re letting on.”

Intrigued, you raised a brow, though you didn’t share his suspicions. Still, you were open hearing him out. “Care to elaborate?”

“Remember the other day in the car, right after the four of us left Mrs Miller’s house?” Bucky began.

“Yeah?”

“Dean mentioned that it was their father who found you, not Fury. And in that case, Fury had no idea that the facility even existed and had no files about it, right?” He continued.

“I suppose so?”

“You said you never divulged anything about the Wendigo Project to anyone for your own reasonable reasons, right? Not about what happened, to you or anyone else. You also said that the only person they rescued aware of the situation was you, as the higher-ups kept it hidden from the other prisoners, and any other evidence was destroyed when SHIELD agents swooped in to save the day.” Bucky explained, his words deepening your frown.

“What’s your point?”

“My point is: if Fury was in the dark about it all, how did he decide to send Sam and Dean here with us? Natasha and Wanda know about Hydra- they’ve been in there too and they know how they operated. So why you? Is it just a coincidence that you were chosen for this specific mission when you have deeper ties to Sawyer than any of us?”

“There were no records of me, Fury couldn’t have known.” You debated. “I didn’t even have a name before, I was only referred to as ‘kid’.”

“Not to sound like an asshole, but you’re saying that based on what Hydra told you? Because I don’t know if you noticed, but they’re not really honest people.” Bucky raised a brow.

“Fury is.”

“Fury faked his death when I was after him and didn’t tell Natasha.” He remarked.

You shook your head at that. Fury had based the entirety of your healing process on honesty; it wasn’t just about words, he showed you times and times again how of a trustworthy person he was. Back then, when you were still loyal to Hydra, he constantly showed you the reality of what the organization was rather than what you believed - Fury had always pledged to be honest about his own motivations, and you believed him after some time. After all, the evidence was all there.

Yet, despise it, Bucky’s words managed to make you doubt everything once again.

“What does this have to do with Sam and Dean?” You asked, your teeth gritted. You weren’t angry at Bucky; his concerns were valid and his reasoning made sense.

“I don’t believe Fury sent them here without informing them of what you are. I don’t know them well, and I can’t say much but Dean didn’t seem phased by your confession about being half Wendigo. And, I mean, think about it: hunters. They’re hunters, not SHIELD agents. Of course he knew what we were dealing with.” He explained succinctly. “I wanted to share my thoughts with you now that we’re on civil terms.”

He glanced at you, noticing the contemplative expression on your face as you kept your head low, your hair partially obscuring your features. He didn’t really intend to worsen your mood - especially not when it wasn’t that great before. Plus, seeing the hint of a pout forming on your lips didn’t sit well with him.

“Hey.” He said softly, not recognizing himself for a moment, extending a hand to to gently nudge you, coaxing you to meet his gaze. “Listen, I’m not even entirely convinced myself. You know I have a tendency to be paranoid.” He lied. He was entirely convinced of what he said.

And you knew it.

“Let’s just go downstairs.” You signed. “It’ll be suspicious if we stay locked in here together for too long.”

He watched as you rose from your seat, and went to unlock the door. He thought you were just going to leave, but as soon as one foot was out of the door, you turned back to look at him again. With a tilt of your head, you beckoned for him to follow. And, with just a nod, he did.

You both returned to the welcome back party for Dalia, Mr and Mrs Thompson’s daughter, and your forced smiles appeared once more as you mingled with the crowd of happy people. The room was as noisy and full as you had left it, except most of the children were now playing outside.

You felt Bucky’s hand on your waist, gently pulling you closer as you navigated the room. Neither of you were particularly social, each awkward in your own way, making it difficult to determinate who was worse.

“Do you want to dance?” He suddenly asked. You looked at him with a frown, thinking you had heard him wrong - Bucky Barnes asking to dance? Sure, you were playing a role but the dance part was quite unnecessary. “What? It’s a party, and I used to be a good dancer back in the days.” He said after a moment of silence with a shrug.

“Sure, but I might step on your feet.” You said, as he led you into the crowd. Thankfully, it wasn’t one of those parties with drunk people all around. Most of the guests were adults, and most of the couples swaying to the slow song were mainly married.

You couldn’t deny feeling slightly tense as you reached a corner of the living room where you had a clear view of the entire space. Even having a normal conversation with Bucky felt foreign, especially after all the times he had looked at you as if he wanted you dead. Now, being civil with him seemed unimaginable. Yet, there you were.

It wasn’t bad, though, not after finally managing to talk the previous day. You didn’t blame him for not trusting you before, especially not after the reasons he had. Reasons that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Mainly because you couldn’t remember any of the things he mentioned, no matter how hard you tried to squeeze your brain. If Hydra wiped your memories of that, what else might they have erased?

“I can almost hear the gears rolling in your brain.” He said, as you moved your hands on his shoulders and he placed his other hand on your waist again. You found yourself relaxing slightly at that. “What’s on your mind?”

“I was just thinking about yesterday.” You answered, as you began to sway together to the rhythm of the song. “Our conversation.”

“Mh.” He mumbled in response, as he looked down at you. “What about it?”

“Nothing, just…” You sighed, pausing before continuing. “I want you to know, I didn’t - whatever reasons I had for bringing you back to Hydra, it wasn’t willingly as you may think even if it seems that way. I mean, at the time, I must have thought it was the better thing to do for making the world a better place or whatever bullshit they were feeding me.”

“I know, Emma.” He said softly, his voice low to prevent anyone from hearing the conversation. “I do know now. I’ve spent this past year consumed by anger towards you, and I believed that hating you was easier than acknowledging that you didn’t have a choice in what you did - you were a kid, for fuck’s sake. But the thought of you being a part of the team when you were one of the people I had on my black list that I wanted to…” He stopped himself, swallowing back the words before they could escape. “I should have known better, since I was basically in your same situation. Instead I let spite have the best of me.”

“What made you change your mind all of a sudden? We have been on this mission for less than a week. Why now? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You asked, searching his eyes as you both danced slowly to the music, careful not to bump into anyone.

Bucky remained silent for a moment. It’s not like he changed his mind overnight as it may seem, but after that night’s argument you both had a few days ago, he had been thinking non stop about it. “What you said about the different ways we have been brainwashed hit too close to home.” He finally admitted. “You did’t know anything else than what Hydra had told you, how could you ever understand that what you were doing was wrong? I’ve always known your story, I was informed on who you were long before you arrived and still, I couldn’t bring myself to look at you under another light. For a long time you were just someone that ruined my life further.”

You looked away at his words, as guilt took over. “If I could go back-”

“You still wouldn’t have had a choice.” He cut you off, but not as harshly as you were used to. But it was therapy to your hears to hear that.

“Crazy how you finally realized that after so long.” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “But I appreciate it.”

He shook his head with a smile. “Contrary to what you may think, I haven’t looked at another woman in the same way I’ve looked at you this past year.”

You blinked a few times, taken aback. “Is that a love confession? Barnes, for the love of God, we became civil last night - ask me on a date first, at least.” You joked, enjoying the slight blush that crept on his face.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You’re insufferable.” He rolled his eyes at you. “I was just trying to say that I’ve observed you, alright? Ever since Fury made you an Avenger. I thought you were going to betray all of us sooner or later, and I tried to gather all the evidence of that… but all I got was nothing if not the times I caught you in the kitchen after a nightmare.”

“Yeah, nightmares are a part of the Hydra package.” You rolled your eyes before frowning. “How did you know it was that?”

“Our rooms were only two doors apart, and I have an enchanted hearing.” He explained. “I heard you, every night. You know, I’ve met many former Hydra agents during my unnaturally long life, and none of them had any remorse over what they did, let alone having nightmares about it.” Bucky said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You feel guilt, that’s not something you can fake. And even with that, I was stuck on the idea that I couldn’t trust you.”

You remained silent at that, feeling that words were no longer necessary. All this time, he had been blinded by rage, and rightfully so. If you had been in his position - stuck with the person that brought you back to hell after you escaped - you might have done worse. You were just grateful that, somehow, you both finally had this conversation and could put everything behind you. It had taken time, and last night’s talk had happened unexpectedly, but you were happy with were it led.

The song changed to a more upbeat tune, and you and Bucky both silently agreed it wasn’t your style. “Do you want to get some air?” He asked.

“Please.” You replied, gripping Bucky’s arm as you made your way to the front door, feeling the room starting to suffocate you.

He led the way through the crowd, almost stumbling when a couple of kids ran under his legs as they chased each other. You heard him mumbling some curses as you laughed at the sight, earning a playful glare from him that didn’t deter your amusement.

Once outside, the cool night air was a welcome relief. You both leaned against the railing, taking in the calm atmosphere there was. You glanced over at Sam’s and Dean’s house on the other side of the road, noticing a flickering light coming from the downstairs room. But you didn’t think too much of it.

“As soon as this mission ends, I’m going on vacation.” He said out of the blue, as you gazed at the view ahead.

Your turned you head to look at him, a smile playing on your lips. “A vacation? Where to?”

He took a moment to think about it, his eyes narrowing briefly. “Italy.” He decided, nodding to himself. “I want to visit Venice. Maybe even go to Norway, I don’t know yet.”

You made a sound of approval at what he said. “Sounds amazing. I’d suggest Greece, in the summer.“

“Greece? Have you ever been there?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Not for a vacation, no.” You shrugged. “Just for missions, a few times.”

He mumbled, shaking his head. “You should change that. Taking a little break doesn’t seem absurd, you owe it to yourself. Imagine laying in the beach all day just soaking up the sun.”

“I’ve never been at the beach.” You confessed. “But it does sound like a relaxing time. Maybe I will do that if I find someone to go with.”

He stared at you for a second, before shrugging. “I like the beach.”

Before you could respond, a voice interrupted your lazy conversation. “Excuse me, this is Kim Thompson’s house isn’t it? I’m a bit late for the party. Could you help me ring the bell? My hands are full.”

As both you and Bucky turned to see who had spoken, the color drained from your face as soon as you realized. The too-familiar features of Mrs Miller greeted you with a smile. Her expression was kind and relaxed, her voice softer and lighter - the complete opposite of what you remembered. She looked at both of you, waiting for an answer, but you were struck dumb as if you’d seen a ghost.

In a way, you had. The woman you thought was dead stood before you, holding a tray of pastries as if nothing had happened. It was as though she hadn’t been dismembering someone days ago in order to feed a creature made by the most awful organization you’ve ever known - not really an everyday thing. Yet, there she was.

“Uhm… do you not speak my language?” The woman asked politely, noticing your silence.

“Mrs Miller?” Bucky asked, just to make sure.

“Do I know you?”

There was something unsettling about seeing the woman who had been so creepy during your previous encounters now being so polite, especially because since she seemed not to recognize you. “Uh… we met earlier this week when a colleague and I came to ask about Cassandra?” Your words sounded more like a question.

At the girl’s name, the woman visibly stiffened.

“Oh, no. You must have me confused with my sister, Camille.” The woman narrowed her eyes, her smile faltering for a brief moment. “I’m Mrs Wright now, I got married a few years ago and I took my husband’s last name… Miller was my maiden name.” She explained, looking between you and Bucky.

“We thought-”

“I only came back to town yesterday.” She cut him off. Her smile grew forced as she kept taking. “I’m Vanessa, me and Camilla are twins. Would you mind opening the door for me? Kim is an old friend and I haven’t seen her in a while.” She turned to the door, avoiding both yours and Bucky’s eyes.

“Sure… forgive me for the misunderstanding.” You managed to smile as you rang the bell, since you did not have the key.

Several awkward silent seconds passed before someone finally opened the door, greeting Vanessa as she stepped inside rather quickly, her relaxed demeanor completely vanished. You and Bucky were left alone, staring at the closed door in front of you.

“Was that the evil twin or…?” You trailed off, placing your hands on your hips and biting your lower lip.

Bucky ran a hand over his face and slid it behind his neck. “I’m about to lose it. Why did we never think of questioning the victims’ families? Maybe Vanessa knows something about this shit show.”

“We’re not detectives, Bucky, we’re Avengers; that’s why.” You said. “But you’re not wrong. She seemed dismissive as soon as we mentioned Cassandra. Did you see how her expression changed?” You asked, moving closer to Bucky.

Bucky nodded. “We should go in and ask questions.”

“Now?” You raised you eyebrows. It wasn’t really the place nor the time to press a woman about her lost sister and niece. “What do we do, lock her in a room and interrogate her? No, Bucky, we should leave and get her address from Mrs Thompson later.”

He gave you a deadpan look. “You just want to leave, don’t you?”

“… Is it that obvious?”

“Very.” He sighed. “But you’re right. Let’s go get some rest; we deserve it. I’m still sore after digging that hole at the cemetery.”

You eye twitched at his comment, but he started to walk away towards the road, hiding the smirk on his face - he knew how to push your buttons, not that it took much.

“The next time we’re left alone in a cemetery will be at your funeral after I’ve killed you. Mark my words.” You called after him.

He chuckled at that. “You should see a therapist. All this repressed rage isn’t good for your health.” He said as you caught up with him. “You anger too quickly.”

“I already see a therapist.” You scoffed. “I’ve told her about you. In fact, you’re the main topic of our conversations.” That wasn’t a total lie.

“That’s the most romantic thing a woman has ever said to me.” He snarled. “But it goes both ways. My therapist knows your name too.”

“I feel… special?“ You replied as you both crossed the road. “I hope you told your therapist about that one time I knocked you over during sparring and I almost broke your other arm. Bet you cried that day.” You mocked him.

“Shut it, I let you win.” He rolled his eyes, knowing full well you won that round fairly. “I just remembered why I don’t like you.” He shot back with a glare.

“That’s great, it keeps the sparks alive.” You retorted with a smirk, only to gain a groan from him.

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A/N: Hi, I haven’t posted in like two weeks and this chapter kinda sucks but the story will get better I promise. In case you don’t remember, in the last chapter they found Cassandra in the back of a car and they realized that they were being stalked.

[tin-wufborf]

Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 7)

Howdy! Welcome to part 7! I'm happy you're here! Thank you all again for showing this series the love and support you all have. I appreciate you all so much, and I hope you're all finding new favorites to add to your own collections.

Apologies for the delay in getting this part to you. To be honest, it's just been too fucking hot for me lately, so I've been spending less time at my computer and more time splayed out, letting the wind blow upon me. I'm a spicy bitch on an average day, but it's been 100+ degrees here on average for the past week and a half with the heat is showing no signs of going away anytime soon. So there may end up being bigger gaps between updates (like the one you just experienced) than I maintained previously. Fair warning.

Okay, that's all from me today. Let's get into, lovelies!

Smoochies and squeezies!

List and link to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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and the questions of heaven, for a sinner like me by doxa (G | 1/1 | 1,346)

“I'm Loki, son of Laufey,” Stiles chants. “And I'm going to burn down the world.”

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many beacons in the sea by orphan_account (T | 1/1 | 1,479)

Stiles has known all his life that he’s not like other kids. He’s special.

“It’s alright, love,” his mom says, leaning over him at night when he can’t sleep because his legs hurt so bad. “Just let it hurt.”

She kisses his forehead. He dreams of the sea. They go to the beach that weekend.

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Stiles is a siren. He’s an anomaly, until he isn’t.

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Now when we're old by orphan_account (NR | 1/1 | 2,431)

Stiles' skin was soft, the years passing making it worn and thin; his bones brittle and fragile. He was still the man they all knew, but older. Derek's hair was grey and white now, his beard more straggle than stubble. His whole life could be read on his face, almost like a map, outlining his joys and tears.

We all know how their lives together began, but how did it end.

Believe it or not the ending is kinda happy.

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the secrets in our blood by orphan_account (T | 1/1 | 5,433)

//He’d never meant for it to go this far.

He really, honest to god hadn't. Like, okay, it's not like he'd expected a long life, but he'd at least hoped he'd have gotten the hell away from Beacon Hills before they found him.//

or, the one where Stiles is a demon and the same hunters who killed his mother (also a demon) find him.

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Wolf Cub by moodwriter (E | 1/1 | 6,946)

A strange wolf is not supposed to touch another pack’s cub and that’s why, on a rescue mission, it’s Stiles’ job to take care of the wolf cub who’s curious about everything and everyone. Stiles is not used to werewolf children, and the pack is not used to Stiles taking care of a child. Their Alpha gets very confused about this, too.

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The Dark Spark by Reia (E | 1/1 | 7,014)

He knows that Stiles is speaking to his wolf, to that animal inside that thrums with the need to maim and kill and take, take, take and he really shouldn't allow it, he shouldn't.

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but couldn't good be good enough by lazulisong (G | 1/1 | 8,044)

"His dad is probably going to tell Stiles not to hang out with us," says Boyd, taking a sip of his Coke.

Isaac gives Derek an utterly betrayed look, and Erica glares at him. "I told you not to wear those sunglasses!" she hisses.

"What if Stiles can't hang out with us any more?" says Isaac wretchedly. "What if Scott doesn't want to hang out with us because --"

"I said those were pedophile sunglasses!" says Erica, in a quiet, piercing whisper that makes Derek's ears hurt.

Boyd continues eating his gyro, which he has laid out on a plate like a salad on a piece of flatbread, methodically picking out the tomatoes, feta and lamb and laying them to the side to eat after the lettuce. Boyd would eat his gyro if there was a bomb going off.

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The House in the Middle by afullrevolution (2 works | G-T | 8,569)

1. Battle not with monsters (T | 3/3 | 7,590) Stiles laughed. Laughed because he understood what Nietzsche had been writing about. Because hunters were clearly monsters for all they claimed to battle them. Because Stiles had looked into the abyss and the abyss was staring straight back. 2. To Grandmother's House We Go (G | 1/1 | 979) There were always going to be repercussions for everyone involved, and then some.

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Hell to Raise by Mosca (E | 1/1 | 12,543)

Stiles is the last in a long line of pagan priests. Of course, the god in question is a sarcastic trickster who mostly just wants him to get laid. Of course.

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No Oceans Left by zoemathemata (T | 1/1 | 14,207)

Stiles has always been a merman. He just never knew how to tell anyone. He hasn’t shifted since his mom died.

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Hand of the Devil by shiny_starlight (M | 1/1 | 14,669)

For years, Hale and his family had escaped justice, but the day of reckoning had come. His comfortable life was about to come crashing down about his ears and Adrian was going to relish every single second of it.

Mob!AU. Derek is the head of the Hale Family, and Detective Adrian Harris is determined to bring him to justice, whatever means necessary.

Warning: Contains past!non-cannonical character death and non graphic description of injuries. Contains cannon character death.

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Do What I Dare series by FunkyinFishnet (3 works | T-M | 15,532)

Stiles has always known he prefers to wear women's clothing. He learns that the people who matter want him to be happy too.

1. Make No Conditions (M | 1/1 | 8,557) Stiles has always known that he prefers wearing female clothing, but not many people in his life know. He makes friends with drag queens, goes shopping with Lydia and Allison, and tries to work out if and when he can ever tell Derek about his wardrobe. Will Derek want all of him? Of course, it turns out that Lydia is right all along, about everything. 2. Get A Little Outta Line (M | 1/1 | 4,444) Stiles talks down a rival pack's Alpha, tells his Dad about werewolves, is confronted by Chris Argent, and communicates enjoyably without words with Derek. It's pretty awesome altogether. 3. Scent Of A Woman And A Man (T | 1/1 | 2,531) Stiles and his Mom love perfume. Stiles carries that love into his teenage years and once he and Derek become close, he finds he's not the only one obsessed with scents.

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Actual Puppy Derek Hale by Wrennefer (Wrenegadeone) (T | 1/1 | 18,162)

Derek didn't know what was worse: the hunters, being trapped as a wolf, being hit by a car, or the fact that he had somehow become some kid's pet dog for the unforeseeable future.

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Der Yingl fun Erd un Blitz (The Boy of Earth and Lightning) by sofonisba_found (T | 3/3 | 18,741)

Miriam and John Stilinski had always wanted to have children. But when her illness prevented her from giving birth, and every conventional alternative option to raise a child was denied to them, they had to look for an...unconventional method. One that would give them a child that was himself far from ordinary in so many ways.

And soon after, in the town of Beacon Hills, a young werewolf named Derek begins to notice the scent of something different from anything he had ever known before in the air...

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Certain and Unsure series by dedougal (2 works | M-E | 20,475)

1. Make It Up As We Go Along (E | 1/1 | 11,388) Stiles was not expecting to find a baby on the kitchen table at Derek's. Not at all. 2. Left to Trust (M | 1/1 | 9,087)

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With The Hush of My Lips, I Wholly Confound The Skeptic by Unknown (M | 6/6 | 27,249)

My contribution to the Teen Wolf Big!Big:

It’s honestly his dad’s worst nightmare.

And it’s not like the doctors never told them that it could be hereditary, what his mother died of. They had. It’s just, after such a tragic thing like her dying had happened, they hadn’t thought anything could ever be worse.

Until they had found that stupid abnormality in Stiles’ stomach.

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The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down by otter (T | 10/10 | 30,493)

It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and he and Stiles have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this animal is his soul mate, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that.

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Of Love and Fairness series by JTHM_Michi (4 works | G-T | 38,833)

Life isn't fair and sometimes when people mean well they react without knowing all the facts. Families are a deep cavern of secrets and lies and the Stilinski family isn't different than any other. When the Alpha Pack came to Beacon Hills, they brought death with them and in the fallout, Stiles was kicked out and his father got a new child and a new wife. This is a story about life and family and all the hard things from both. Alls fair in love and war?

1. We Meet Again (T | 1/1 | 16,320) When Stiles was 17, the Sheriff kicked him out because the Alpha Pack was getting to be too dangerous for the newest additions to the Stilinski household. Now, eleven years later, Stiles is about to come face to face with his once kid step-sister and be forced to deal with this fact. Is it possible to forgive and forget? 2. But With A Whimper (G | 1/1 | 6,704) Rebecca Stilinski learns to deal with the reveal that her father simply isn't the person she grew up thinking he was. And how is it possibly fair that Stiles can have this wonderful life and his father still condemns him as some sort of shady character from a crime drama? The sequel to 'We Meet Again'. 3. Magic Musings (G | 1/1 | 6,274) Lydia has made for herself a perfect life. She has a degree from MIT, has won a Fields Metal, has gotten married to Jackson, and has a career where people call her ‘Dr. Martin’ with complete sincerity. She has a large extended family of friends and is a godmother to her best friend’s daughter and has two little boys who call her ‘Auntie’. Her life is perfect – sure, she and Jackson go through rough patches and sometimes her bills stress her out – but overall she has a good life. She never thought her wonderful life would involve Stiles as her quasi brother with Scott as their goofy younger brother (never mind that Lydia is actually the youngest) but life is strange that way. 4. Look The Other Way (G | 5/5 | 9,535) The small snippets from my "Of Love and Fairness" verse, including but not limited to: The original confrontation between Stiles and his father over the Sheriff's abandonment of Stiles in the past; A small glimpse of Derek and Stiles' wedding; and a meeting between Lydia and the Sheriff. And really anything else from this verse that I wrote that didn't make it into any of the bigger pieces. It would be better to read the other parts of this verse before this one.

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Dirty paws and furry coats by queerly_it_is (E | 1/1 | 57,621)

Stiles is eight years old when his dad brings Derek home.

[AU based on Disney's The Fox and the Hound]

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Indelible Marks by billtheradish (M | 87/87 | 275,695)

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)

Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn't old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn't stop him from being interesting...

(This story is now out of buffer, but I will always announce when the next update will be, and am trying to keep to a regular posting schedule. Also, please be advised that this is essentially a rough draft. That doesn't mean it's riddled with typos, every chapter is edited, just that the overarching plot and side stories haven't had a chance to be edited in full yet--but they will be. An edited version of this story will be posted eventually, so if the current length isn't your cup of tea, just come back later.)

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[winchesterwild78]

Unexpected Hunter Pt 9

Unexpected Hunter Master List

Chapter Warnings: SMUT, wedding day, surprise visit, Fluff, Dean getting what he deserves

A/N: Time jump chapter and this is a tooth rotting fluffy chapter. It’s wedding day and there are some unexpected surprises 🥰I edited this fast so please overlook any mistakes

All work is my own, don’t take it

18+ Minors DNI

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*11 month time jump*

Bobby and Jodi were sitting at your feet playing and babbling with each other. You were sitting at the vanity applying your makeup while Jodi and Donna fixed your hair. “I can’t believe the day is already here.” Donna said. “You and Dean are going to be so happy together. Look at the beautiful family you two have created already.” She said as she pinned your hair up. “I know. I’m so excited and nervous to finally marry him. Jack told us last night he had a wedding gift for us but it had to wait.” You said to the two women. “I have no idea what it possibly could be, he’s already given us so much. He made sure the babies were healthy and we made it to this day without any complications.” You said looking at your babies.

“Whatever it is you know it’s going to be amazing. He loves both of you and Dean has always been a huge part of his life. Even after he went to fix heaven he kept coming back to see all of us.” Jodi said. You sat looking at your reflection and smiled. You looked beautiful and you couldn’t believe how happy you were. “Okay, dress time” Donna said excitedly. You chose a simple wedding dress that highlighted your best features and a simple veil. You chose flats for your shoes because running after two 1 year olds would prove difficult in heels.

There was a knock at your door and Jodi went to answer it. You heard her gasp. You turned and standing at the door was your mother. You stood in shock. She had been gone for years. How was she here. Then you saw Jack. He stepped forward and said “I wanted you and Dean to have all of your family here. I can’t keep them here forever but I can promise you they will be here today.” You started crying and threw your arms around him and then your mom. Sobbing and saying thank you to Jack.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room and when your mom walked over to her grandchildren sobs were filling the room. Your son reached for her like he knew her. Of course he did. There is no doubt your mom has been with you and has met your children.

Donna helped you fix your makeup and finish getting ready.

Jack left to head towards Dean’s room. Dean and Sam were sitting and talking waiting for the ceremony to begin. There was a knock and Sam opened the door. He stood shocked. “Who is it Sammy” Dean asked. “Um, Dean it’s Mom, Dad and Bobby” he said. Dean spun on his heels and saw three of the most important people in his life standing at the door. Disbelief on his and Sam’s faces. Jack stepped forward and said the same thing he said to you. Hugs were exchanged and they left because they wanted to meet their grandchildren and Bobby was eager to meet his namesake. Before Bobby left the room he hugged Dean and thanked him for naming his son after him.

The three of them and Jack left the room heading for your room. They knocked and Donna opened the door and squealed. Mary and John stepped in and hugged you. Thanking you for loving their son and giving him a family. Bobby walked in and Jodi let out an audible sob. She threw her arms around him and pulled him close. The three of them met the babies and your mother. Baby Bobby was snuggled in your mom’s arms and Jodi was in Mary’s.

Donna told you it was time. Everyone got into place and you took a deep breath. You walked out the back of the cabin and headed towards the field where the wedding was being held. You looked up and saw Dean. He looked so handsome. Dressed in a white suit with a dark blue tie. You picked white and dark blue as the colors. You couldn’t imagine how beautiful it would be but taking it all in it took your breath away. The area was decorated with white tulle and dark blue fabric, lit up with fairy lights and soft glowing lanterns.

You stood at the end of the aisle and as the song started playing you walked towards Dean. Your eyes locked on his. It felt like you two were the only ones there. When you got to the end of the aisle Dean leaned in and said “you’re so beautiful”. You smiled and said “you’re so handsome. I love you”. Castiel performed the ceremony and it was perfect. When he told Dean he could kiss his bride Dean took you in his arms and dipped you down kissing your lips. Everyone cheered and you laughed.

You and Dean took each other’s hands and walked up the aisle. Once back inside you made your way to living room. “We did it.” Dean said kissing you. “We did it” you said looking in his beautiful green eyes. “You look so beautiful today y/n. I’m so lucky I can call you my wife.” Dean said. “I’m the lucky one. You literally saved my life, you gave me two beautiful children and now you’re my husband.” You said cupping his face. He placed a soft kiss on your lips as you heard Donna call you outside for pictures.

Everyone gathered outside for wedding pictures before the reception. You couldn’t believe all the love you felt from everyone. You felt like you and Dean were going to make it. Once the pictures were done you and Dean went back inside.

You and Dean decided to change into more comfortable clothes for the reception. As he helped you unzip your dress his hands brushed against your back and it sent a chill through your body. You turned around and helped him out of his suit jacket and tie. Then you started unbuttoning his shirt. He removed his shirt and you danced your fingers over his bare chest. He helped you remove your dress and you were standing in front of him in your brand new dark blue lingerie. He growled and took you in his arms. You giggled as he fumbled with the hooks trying to remove it.

You helped him out before he decided to rip it off of you. He tossed you on the bed playfully and you giggled. His eyes were dark with lust and longing. He removed his pants and boxers in one pull and positioned himself between your legs. “We have to make this quick Mrs Winchester. Our guests are waiting.” Dean said with a smirk. “What are you waiting for then Mr Winchester” you asked bucking your hips at him. That was all he needed. He pushed in and bottomed out causing you and him to gasp and moan in unison. He grabbed your hips and dug his fingers in as he steadied himself with each thrust. Your hand slipped between you and him and you started rubbing your clit. His hard length hitting that spot inside you helping push you closer to the edge.

Your hand moved faster and Dean was focused on both of your pleasures. He leaned down capturing your lips with his and as he pulled away he lightly bit your lip. You moaned and bucked your hips. His thrusts went deeper and as he hit that spot you started to cum squeezing his cock with your quivering walls. Dean moaned and whispered “fuck” as he thrusted you through your orgasm. His movement became sloppy as he was chasing his release. As he started to cum he took your lips in his and kissed you deeply. His seed coated your walls and filled you up.

He collapsed beside you taking you in his arms. “I love you Mrs Winchester. Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world” he said as he kissed your head. “I love you too Mr Winchester, thank you for making me feel safe, loved and making me your wife.” You said pushing yourself close to him. There was a knock on the door. “Hey kids, can you wrap it up in there we are starving out here.” Bobby said. You giggled and Dean said “hold on we’re coming”. Bobby said “I didn’t need to know that. Just get out here” Dean laughed and you turned red. You both got up and got cleaned up and dressed.

Once ready you made your way outside holding Dean’s hand. You walked out to applause and yelling. You two made your way around greeting everyone and then heading to the makeshift stage. Dean took the microphone in hand and got everyone’s attention. “Um excuse me everyone. I just want to thank you on behalf of myself and my beautiful wife for coming out and supporting us. We have had some ups and downs but everyone here has supported us and helped us through it all. When I met y/n I knew instantly she was the one for me. She has shown me unconditional love and support and she’s given me two incredible children. I love you so much baby. Thank you for loving me even on the hardest days. You’re an amazing person, an incredible mother and now I finally get to say my wife.” Dean said as he leaned in to kiss you. You heard Sam holler “save it for the honeymoon. I’m starving”. You pulled away laughing and you and Dean walked to your table.

Everyone ate, drank and danced the night away. Mary and your mom took the kids inside to put them to bed. They wanted to spend as much time with their grandchildren as they could. You walked over to Jack and gave him a big hug. “Thank you for bringing them back for this. Dean and I are incredibly grateful to you.” “You’re welcome. I wanted to give you both something special” Jack said hugging you back.

Dean walked up and placed his hand on the small of your back. “Ready to go sweetheart” he asked. “Where are we going” you asked. “I have a surprise for you. Our family is going to take care of the kids while we’re gone” he said leading you towards the car. “Dean, we can’t leave. We don’t have anything packed” you said hesitantly. “Already taken care of. Donna and Jodi helped me pack some stuff for you and I packed my stuff last night.

Now, get in baby.” He said as he opened the car door. You slid in and as he pulled off you waved at everyone. You slid over to him and placed your hand on his thigh. “Where are we going” you asked him. “You’ll have to be patient Mrs Winchester” he said with a smirk. You giggled because you loved hearing him call you that and by the look on his face he loved calling you that.

After about 6 hours of driving, you looked over at him and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Dean”. “I love you too, sweetheart” he said placing his hand on your leg. “I don’t know where we’re going, but I’m glad I’m here with you. I’m going to make you happy for the rest of our lives. You deserve the world, Dean Winchester and I plan on giving it to you.” Dean looked at you with his eyes sparkling with so much love. He pulled the car over and leaned over kissing you passionately. His hands and your hands were all over each other. You were moaning and panting. He slid over and you straddled him. You could feel his growing excitement so you moved your hips down. Grinding yourself into him. He moaned into your mouth. Dean’s hands went up your shirt and cupped your breasts. “I want you Dean. Now!” You said to him.

He knew he wanted to take his time with you so he moved back to the drivers seat and found the closest hotel and pulled in. He made sure it was nicer than the normal ones you stayed in. He got a room for the night and you both went to the room. He kicked the door closed with his foot and his hands and lips were back on your body. Clothes flew around the room and Dean laid you down and made love to you over and over all night long. You both finally collapsed after several love making rounds. Once you both were clean you laid in each other’s arms. As you drifted off to sleep you let out a soft sigh. You were completely content and in love with Dean. He kissed your forehead and you both drifted off to sleep.

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[pandorasea]

His Seastar

With the Battle of the Hallujah Mountains now a distant memory, Jake Sully and Neytiri are living a life of peace and happiness.

Family life suits them, and they now have five children Ra’lu Jake and Neytiri oldest son he will soon take over to be Olo’eyktan then Neteyam the second born son who likes to take after his oldest brother, next the middle child Lo’ak who is a year younger than Neteyam a self-perceived underdog, who feels like he doesn’t live up to his legendary parents and his two older brothers then their is Tuktirey (Tuk) for short she is the youngest of Sully family the babygirl and she absolutely loves following her oldest brother around wherever Ra’Lu is just know Tuk is somewhere close by.

And last but not least there’s Kiri she was adopted by the Sully family when Grace’s avatar fell pregnant.

Tonowari is a Proud,Powerful,and Respected leader by his people the Metkayina he along with his mate Ronal have four children soon to be five.

Y/n she his the first born daughter of Tonowari and Ronal their pride and joy she carries herself proudly by whatever task her father and mother ask her to do. Y/n is kind and patient with a caring attitude that draws in everybody around her.

Next is the second born Ao’nung is a skilled hunter that looked up to by the other adolescents males in the tribe unlike his older sister he isn’t always kind and patient unless your part of the group of people he cares for.

Rotxo he was born 11 months after An’oung he came a month early their father often joked about how eager he was to meet the world Rotxo is more of a mixture of Y/n and An’oung he has his sweet and caring side along with his mischievous side as well.

Tsireya she is often compared to her older sister and it doesn’t help that they look almost exactly alike and act the same but that’s okay but Tsireya always looked up to her older sister wanting to be exactly like her

Soon the family’s life will all be intertwined with each others.

[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 12 "Love's Arrival"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

To read Chapter 11:

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Word Count: 1.3K

Background: Flashback sequence: Love is born. Who was her father? Hunter having relationship regrets, dark and broody angst. He's got a very small part at the end of this chapter. But I PROMISE to have much more Hunter content in Chapter 13! To help with any confusion: Mad's Clone trans sister (non bio) is named "SHE" (mentioned in Chapter #9 "In The Beginning") and her name is capitalized to prevent any confusion of what character is being spoken of.

Warning: Swearing, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, breast milk, natural childbirth,Star Wars Canon violence, discussion of Love's genderfluidity.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap:

Several Night Sisters understood and respected Mad’s choice. And, disagreed with Mother Talzin’s methods.  They helped plot secretly to assist with the intervention...some planning to leave with the Nomaadi as well. 

...because Mad knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Mother Talzin was only playing at being accommodating.  Mad could see the omen of celestial bodies in the sky above her.  A baby born under these conditions signaled to Mother Talzin this child would have some sort of significance.  She would keep the baby and NEVER let Mad’s child leave this planet.   

And she would NEVER let Mad leave alive, either. 

"Love's Arrival"

Mad sweating, bore down and pushed. 

The baby slid out covered in a caul...silent and unmoving. 

A Nightsister handed the baby to Mother Talzin.  

“My child...are THEY alive?” 

Mother Talzin ignored Mad’s pleas, removing the caul from the baby’s head, dropping it to the ground matter-of-factly. She passively scrutinized the new life in her hands. 

“Answer me PLEASE! Are they ALIVE???” Mad was frantic, struggling to hold her composure. 

One sister tied the umbilical cord, then Mother Talzin cut it with a sharpened Kyber crystal kife...glowing red. 

“Your female child is alive and breathing.” Mother didn’t even bother to look at Mad. “But uncharacteristically quiet for a newborn. She hasn’t even opened her eyes yet.” Mother Talzin traced the vaguely heart shaped red pigmentation around the baby’s eye. 

“THEY!” Mad spit out. “The baby is FLUID!!!” 

“Oh...and WHO told you THAT?” Mother condescended. 

Mad had enough of this woman’s shit. “MY child...in the WOMB! We have a BOND.”  

She struggled to sit up, grabbing hold of Mother Talzin’s skirts and yanked HARD. 

“GIVE ME MY CHILD!!!” Mad growled gutturally through her teeth. 

Mother Talzin’s head snapped around angrily “I am standing in as proxy for MY SON. The child will stay with me until my son is ready for HIS PADAWAN.” 

“Maul can kiss my ass! He doesn’t care about HIS child!!!” Mad shot back. 

“We shall see when THEY fully manifest their Force powers.” 

“At least you FINALLY got the pronouns right this time...BITCH!” 

Mother Talzin yanked her skirts out of Mad’s grasp disgustedly. The Nightsisters around her eyed each other nervously. Then one gasped loudly and pointed towards the baby. Mother turned her attention back to the newborn. 

The baby’s bright amber eyes bore a hole through Mother Talzin. She could feel it probing her consciousness. Attempting to communicate. No words, of course but...images, feelings, something deeper... 

The Vardo and Beldame streaked past the group at low altitude. The ships engaged their sound alarm systems, imitating angry beasts screaming above the people below. Their attempt to intimidate and catch the Nightsisters off guard. Many of them scattered for cover. Several stayed put with Mad. 

Mother Talzin stood tall still staring with interest at the baby. The baby stared unflinchingly back at Mother Talzin. The horrifying sound from the approaching ships did not affect either of them. 

The ships returned for another pass, flying even lower. Then again, and again...purposely toying with their newfound enemies. 

When they had enough of the Nightsisters dispersed for cover, the Vardo quickly landed and dropped a group of Nomaadi mercenaries. Men and women clad in mismatched armor, their helmets in the shapes of angry snarling predatory biomechanical animals, fitted for night and thermal vision. Large blaster weapons trained upon Mother Talzin and in cover formation to ward off rear attack. 

The Beldame continued to pass over the sky above them, shrieking like an angry beast. Then circling like a hungry shark. The ship’s weapons ready to blast ANYONE who dared come out from cover to intervene. 

Mother Talzin and baby kept each other’s gaze. 

The Nightsisters who planned to defect from Dathomir helped Mad up from the ground. 

“Give me my child. I won’t ask again!” 

Mother Talzin calmly reached into the pocket of her skirts. The Nomaadi braced themselves. Several engaged their weapons from stun to kill. 

She pulled out something hidden in her hand, shook it, then tossed the contents at her feet. The Nomaadi Merc in front of her flinched, expecting an explosion or witch magic... 

...several small, polished animal bones hit the ground, rolled, and laid to rest just short of his boots. 

Mother Talzin regarded them silently. “You may have your child. But there is a cost...” 

“It would have cost to let you KEEP my child! Don’t act like you’re doing do ME a favor.” The GALL of this woman. 

“YOU will never know peace. If I or my son do not acquire your child, another entity shall.” 

“WHO???” 

��I cannot name it. SOMETHING that will gain power over everything in this galaxy. Something dark looming over the horizon of our days. It’s coming...and NO ONE can stop it.” With that she kissed the baby on the forehead and let them go. 

Mad winced, as she expected her child to drop to the ground once they left Mother Talzin’s hands. 

As the Night Witch stepped away, the baby hung in midair...levitating in place. Their eyes changing from bright amber to deep yellow green. Closer to the color of their mother’s. 

Mad, with assistance from three Nightsisters, limped to her child and took the baby in her arms. 

The Mercs kept position with their front man training his blaster on Mother Talzin as she wandered away into the Dathomirian night. 

The Beldame swooped down, hovering 3 feet above the ground, gangplank opened to receive its crew. Mad and the Nightsisters quickly boarded. 

The Merc crew of the Vardo, seeing the extraction successfull let their guard down. They didn’t come planning to kill ANYONE, unless extremely necessary. The fear Nomaadi had of the Dathomir Witches proved correct, unfortunately. The fear of their REVENGE.  

No sooner had the Witches gotten Mad and her baby aboard then a fire fight broke out between the Nightsisters and Nomaadi Mercenaries. Green plasma fire, red blaster bolts, screams filled the air. SOMETHING huge hit the Vardo, and the ship exploded. Its concussive force rocked the Beldame violently... 

...and one of the Witches staggered backward, falling out of the open hatch. Another tried to grab ahold of her and caught open air. Mad’s sister SHE caught the Nightsister before she too fell to her death.  

The Beldame’s pilot: Uncle Taavy, struggled to close the gangplank quickly to not lose the rest of the crew. Then engaged the engines to leave the planet. 

But the ship shook refusing to budge. He threw the ‘Dame into full throttle. Still it refused to engage. Uncle Taavy swore a string of curses in his Nomaadi tongue.  

“What the Kark is happening!” SHE yelled. 

The Nightsister in SHE’s arms replied “Mother Talzin and the Witches won’t let us leave.” 

Both Witches looked terrified. Terrified of what Mother Talzin would do if they couldn’t escape. 

Mad had enough of Maul and his Mother. She handed her baby to the second Nightsister now seated, and purposely strode to the back gunnery. Adrenaline and anger fueled her determination.  

She climbed the gunnery and slid into the seat. Through the windscreen Mad witnessed Mother Talzin and the remaining Nightsisters holding back the Dread Beldame with their magic. Green plasma enveloped the ship. Mad ground her teeth in anger, engaged the blaster cannons and started firing away on them. 

Mother Talzin blocked the blaster fire. It dissipated hitting nothing. 

Mad screamed in anger, beating the walls of the ship with her fists. The space between her legs oozed blood, her breasts leaked milk...and her baby started to wail...for the first time. 

The cry was strong and piercing...and angry. Everyone on the ship heard it. 

And so did Mother Talzin. She seemed shocked to have done so and immediately stood down. Calling off the fellow Witches. 

The ‘Dame shot forward quickly, as if let go by an invisible hand. Uncle Taavy whooped in glee, to be rid of this forsaken planet. He slammed the ship into high gear and hauled ass. 

Mad and Mother Talzin locked eyes as the ‘Dame raced away. She swore she’d fight that bitch until the day one of them died. Nobody was taking her child away from her. 

The adrenaline was wearing off and the burden of giving birth caught up to Mad. She slumped in the seat, feeling wetness between her legs and chest. 

Sister SHE prevented Mad from falling onto the floor... 

...Mad descended into darkness again... 

Hunter laid on his bunk sifting through the events that transpired since he met Mad. 

The throbbing pain between his legs, burning scratch on his face...the deep bite mark that FINALLY stopped bleeding. 

His heart ached a bit too. Pain, love, lust, yearning, uncertainty...so much...felt like it would explode. 

Cid’s words bounced around his head...paining him that she was possibly RIGHT. It was the ONLY accurate intel Cid had ever given him. 

“Ya looking for a world of hurt, Bandana?  “Cause that’s all you’re gonna get with that one.” 

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[lina-lovebug]

Bleeding Hearts

Part 11

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“Lie si oe Neteyamur

Nawma sa'nokur mìfa oeyä

Atanti ngal molunge

Mipa tìreyti, mipa 'itanti

Lawnol a mì te'lan

 

Lawnol a mì te'lan

Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri-”

I felt like my spirit was breaking apart. I felt that I had lost my connection to Eywa, or that I was losing a part of myself trapped in this cage. Spider seemed to be welcomed with them, which I despised, but atleast he felt some peace while a constant fight was raging within me.

It was the middle of the night, so when I heard the door click, I immediately backed away into a corner.

“I’ll stop,” I told him.

“That was you?” He questioned.

“Yes.”

“Oh. . .it sounds nice,” He was trying to appeal to me.

“Liar,” I retorted.

“I don’t hate everything-” When he started towards me, I forced my back to the wall and he stopped.

His eyes looked concerned and worried. Perhaps for me, or perhaps he was faking it. 

Either way, I could not trust him.

“Look, I’ll put these here,” He set down his weapon and pushed it to his side of the wall, as well as the rtestraints. “And you tell me what you were singing.”

“Why are you so interested?” I questioned, sitting across from him. Sure, he could have done this to try and get me in a vulnerable position, but I know my own strength.

And a dying animal is the most dangerous.

“Couldn’t sleep, and then I heard a little voice singing.”

I raised my brow, “you are bored. That is not interest.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “sing and I’ll be out of your hair.”

I eyed him but I had nothing else to do. So if this got him far from me, then so be it.

“Lie si oe Neteyamur

Nawma sa'nokur mìfa oeyä

 

Atanti ngal molunge

 

Mipa tìreyti, mipa 'itanti

 

Lawnol a mì te'lan

 

Lawnol a mì te'lan”

 

I stopped momentarily to catch a small breath, but found him staring at me.

 

“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri tìreyä

 

Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, srrìri tìreyä

 

Ma Eywa

 

Ma Eywa

 

Zola'u nìprrte' ma Kiri

 

Ngati oel munge soaiane

 

Lie si oe atanur

 

Pähem parul, tì'ongokx 'awtuta

 

Lawnol a mì te'lan

 

Lawnol a mì te'lan”

He didn’t break eye contact. It felt like a stare of wonder and awe rather than one of disgust.

 

And it made me feel weird.

 

“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri tìreyä

 

Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, srrìri tìreyä

 

Ma Eywa

 

Ma Eywa.”

 

I finished, feeling better but Miles Quaritch still looked at me. 

 

“You may leave now,” I said, breaking the silence and it felt like he finally blinked.

 

“Oh, right,” He said, smiling awkwardly and getting up to take his leave. The air felt suffocating as he grabbed his weapons and set them back onto his vest.

 

“What does it mean?” He asked as he turned to look at me, still trying to look uninterested.

 

“It is a songcord. You make one for your child when they are born, and it continues on as they grow.”

 

“I thought you said you didn’t have a little one,” He said, his ears folding back.

 

“It is for Neteyam, my sisters eldest. I would sing it to him to lull him to sleep when his parents had date night,” I explained, gathering myself to sleep on the uncomfortable floor again.

 

“Oh.”

 

That damn silence. 

 

As the door clicked again, and he stepped out, he asked, “what. . .what would you name your son?”

 

“I would have to discuss that with my mate,” even though names are so sacred, I still did not wish to see him go, “but if I had a son, I think I would like Silas.”

 

He looked at me like I had just said the name of a dead mate. Like I was a spirit who came before him.

 

“That’s beautiful, Ninat’ia. Goodnight,” Was all he could manage to get out before walking away, and the door clicking behind him.