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[viktoriaashleyyx]

Thank you for the tag @yaralulu !! Its nice to feel included ♥

Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing?

I get the best ideas while driving or showering and then struggle to remember them later.

Its a mess, it truly is, i have thrown away everything my hs teachers taught me. I have 35 WIPs that as soon as I think of a scene, ill spit it out and then move onto the next. I am writing CH 15 of my fic while CH11 remains bare and empty.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I have no idea what a pantser is tbh, I just started writing 2 mos ago. Still catching up with the lingo and all the different sites I need to learn.

I generally have an idea of a plot, and at the top of every CH or Word doc I will write a brief synopsis of what I want to happen, but for the most part i am possessed by the characters and I am just as shocked as yall are about what came out of my fingertips.

What do you listen to when you are writing?

Studio Ghibli Study music. I draw a lot of inspiration from BVB, MIW, Heather Dale and Misbehavin Maidens, but while I am actually writing I cannot listen to lyrics because my ADHD paired with my dyslexia will have me out here just writing the lyrics down.

There might be a Tarquin Bonus Chapter coming that is based off The Maiden and the selkie by Heather dale but shhh!.

What’s your drink of choice(while writing)?

It depends on Time of Day but I am the stereotypical 3 drinks at once person: 1 for hydration (water), 1 for caffeine (tea or coffee, I have a terrible addiction to both), and 1 for fun (hot cocoa, dr. pepper, or kool aid)

Promote yourself! What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

I do really like my main fic A Court Reborn, it is a self indulgent fun story to write and a few people seem to love it, which I am floored by. I honestly did not think it was going to do well being my first multi chap fic and all. It often has me crying over my keyboard going "Lucien will be happy if it kills me." While it is a Pro Tamlin, Tam x OC, It also focuses on building and encouraging Lucien and Nestas healing to set them up for Elucien and Neris respectively.

But I also love the accessibility of my one shots/ drabbles, reader fics. Not everyone has the time to invest into reading a full fic so a quick chap to make you feel better before you continue scrolling is great.

Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.

I did kinda hope for Lucien and Eris Make Up to do better than it did, but I am a new writer, not everything is going to stick and do phenomenal. I like it, and thats what matters ♥

Do you have any advice for new writers?

Comparison is the thief of joy, but also, it is understandable that you would like some feedback for your writing, I feel the same way!

I miss a lot on here, if you are one of my moots and you feel your fic did not get enough love, tag me! Send it to me! I will hype you up!! I follow you for a reason, and that reason is that I think you are great and anything you post, even if we have never had a conversation before, I want to read it!!

What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?

Slowing down, fleshing out the scene. I get too excited when I write and rely heavily on Cannons depictions of the places themselves. I feel I am getting better at it though and reading back through my fic I can see in real time my writing improve and I think that is pretty cool.

Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

Lucien. I am enjoying babying him. "Yes you are a powerful Heir to Day Court, but you also deserve head scratches and forehead kisses." No my OC is not going to end up with Lucien romantically, my goal is to convey a loving older sister figure to him. Yes there will be a part where she clashes with Eris over him "hes not YOUR little brother"/ "he is now"

On the flip side, Tarquin is proving more difficult. In my head he is so calm, cool and collected, but I myself am chaotic. I am trying so hard to do his character the justice he deserves.

I am tagging: @farintonorth @1800naveen @matrixsss @positivelyruined @merwgue @bxriles @sad-scarred-sassy

And anyone else!!

[kaiminhoe]

Sex with the god himself. Exo Kai AKA Kim Jongin x female reader.

Warning!!

This content is rated 🔞 and contains strong language, no parental guidance is advised if you are below 18 years do not read, you are putting yourself at high risk of messing up your future.

Tags

@pinktaeyeon @tenelkadjowrites @byunbaekhyunie

Intro

Well, well, well. I'm Kai & Taemin's little hoe☺️It's my first time posting and I'm new to the app, I hope I don't mess around a lot kkkkk😁.anyways Welcome, thanks for choosing to read my content, you won't regret it❤️. Before I start I want to send a big shout out to my baby Lee Taemin, congratulations for your new album #GUILTY babe. I love you, we love you a lot 🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🙌

About content

Mentions of sex, strong words, unsafe sex, a lot of kissing, private body parts and mentions of other idols.

Background

You was in class and chatting right under the desk so that your lecturer won't notice. Kai told you he had a day off because he was not feeling well he thought he caught cold. When the mathematics period was over you pretended to have period cramps and you was granted a permission to go home.

You're in the taxi cab and you keep thinking about your man, you are very worried about him because you love him so much. You both like that, with every small issue you feel as if the world is ending, you worry too much about each other. Even though you've been dating for 3 months but it feels like you've known each other for long. You took your phone to check up on him but he was offline. You was very sad and panicking. The tax finally arrived and dropped you off at Kai's gate and you get off.

You're inside Kai's house, the lounge is the first area to arrive on, as you walk on the corridor from the door you can see his shoes, his Jordan's, boots and sneakers all nicely paired in a logical way. You smiled at yourself, noticing the all-star Takkies he was wearing the second day he met you, running after you and held your hand not letting you go till the rain made you wet only because he wanted your number. You moved at the back of the couch and in the right corner it's his bedroom. You didn't bother by knocking you opened the door and entered.

Your cute baby was sitting on the bed and buttoning the sleeves of his white and blue stripped shirt. He was looking haggard, he looked at you surprised and cleared his throat. "woa! y/n, what a surprise!" you quickly went to him. Put your bag against the wall. You sat on bed and touched his forehead. "babe, how are you feeling?, did you see the doctor?“. He smiled and hold your hand." don't touch me, you will catch flue ". " come on babe, you look seriously ill, let's go and see the doctor ". You plead. He shook his head. " shhhh!, you supposed to be at school, what are you doing here this time? “. He asked. " you texted me you're not okay, I needed to see you". You said. He looked at you for a second and you can tell he's furious, but he asked politely " you skipped the class?, what in the world did you say was the reason?" you didn't reply. He then went sharp " Y/N!!". " okay, I said I was sick" you said. "they didn't call your parent?, how would they even let you out?". "I made ways okay, I told them I got period cramps, it's not a big deal. Besides I felt like you needed someone to take care of you since you're not feeling well. I'm sorry if you're not happy with me being here, I....". "shhh!," he holds both of your hands and rubs his thumbs on them, he looks directly into your eyes. "baby I'm okay really, you didn't have to do that. It's very risky you know". Now your eyes are almost watery because you want to cry and Kai is noticing it so he gave you a hug. " nah babe stop" he giggled, pulling your cheeks and tickling you. "kai stop" you said but Kai didn't. He pulls two of your ponytails and pretends to tie them together but you grabbed the pillow and smack his face. He giggled and tried to take the pillow from you but you smacked him again. He decided to take his own and smack you back. You were finally enjoying and giggling together. He smacked you hard and you lay on your back in agony but it was not very hurt, Kai would never hurt you. He hovered on you and looked into your eyes. "you are so beautiful my love". You smiled.

You looked at each other for a while and you hold the back of his neck and raise your head to meet his lips but he leaned back and shook his head. " you wanna get sick?" he asked and get a small cough. " come on babe, I want to". You replied He smiled and get close to you, your lips meet his and you had a long kiss. It's been a long time since you guys kissed, you haven't seen him for a week already therefore you missed him a lot. He started to hold you very close to him and kissed you passionately. You hold onto his shoulders and run your hands down his back. He goes down to kiss your neck. He loosened your tie and kissed your neck. He pulls off and lays by your side trying to hold himself. You shifted to keep yourself attached to him. You wrapped your arm around his small waist, he smiled and closed his eyes. "I think it's cold". You said as you pull the comforter and cover yourselves up. By accident your finger reached his bottoms and you felt that he was hard but you immediately removed your hand from your thighs. You smiled at yourself and turned his face to look at you. He opened his eyes.

"please kiss me Kai". You said politely. "mmh?" he asked. "kiss me". You said. He did as you wish, you lay on top of him and stroke his hair while kissing him. You unbuttoned his shirt and he squeezed your butt, your mini skirt is almost upwards revealing your white panties. Kai turn you over so that you he's over you. You reached for his trousers touching him down there. He holds your hand to stop you. "no baby, you are still young". He said. "babe I'm all yours please have your way, I am ready now". "not now babe, I don't mind waiting for you till you're ready". He said. "I am ready now Kai, you're the one I want. I only want you to see my nakedness, you're worth it".

Kai blushed and he got nervous so he lay his head on your shoulder, with his face buried on your chest. You can feel his warm lips touching your Tees and you can tell he was smiling. You played with his hair and giggled. He looks back at you, "are you sure you're ready?" he asked. While caressing your revealed figure. "more than ready" you said cheerfully. He removed your Tees and you helped him remove your skirt. He watched you laying down for few seconds and bites his lower lip. Your heart was beating out of control over excitement. You placed your hand on your mouth because you was shy he'll notice how excited you were about the whole sex thing. He removed his jammies and remained with the underwear. You looked at him as he stood up to get a white towel. Seeing his sexy body, the way his walk just got sexier than it used to be, his glowing tan skin is something else you just wanna bite him you don't care about the first time problems anymore, you just can't wait for him to fuck you already. He gets back to bed and his black Balenciaga underwear exposing the size of his dick is making you sweat on its own.

He puts the towel underneath you and get back to kissing you again. This time he's kissing you fast and squeezing both of your boobs, you whining because he does this so great and his lips are soft and nice. He gives you two bites on your chest and removed your bra. He kissed the nipple of your right boob while his free hand runs up and down your naked body. He removed your panties and placed kisses on your waist, down to your inner thighs,this was giving you chills all over your body. He separated your thighs and kissed you in between, he looked at you and raised his eyebrow, you got the message and nodded in response. He gave you kisses on your pussy. He slowly moved his finger to your cunt while licking your clit. You stroked his hair backwards trying to keep yourself focused but you keep getting numb and numb, what he's doing to you feels so good, it blows your mind away.

He runs his tongue on your cunt and slowly pushing his finger to your entrance. You slowly become cautious because it was a bit uncomfortable. Kai keeps licking your pussy and he pushed his finger further. You was tight as fuck and his finger was painful but you tolerated because it was good. When his finger was finally deep inside you, you started moaning louder, Kai kissed your lips and you moaned on the kiss. You didn't like the taste of his lips now that he just finished kissing your pussy, he put the second finger and you lay your head on his shoulder so you cannot moan louder. He removed his finger from your wetness and kissed your neck, eats your ear, he looks at you and gave you a smirk. You smiled at how cute he looked. "you're so beautiful my baby" he said. "you beautiful too oppa". You both giggle, you're focusing on his cute face as his rubbs his dick on your pussy, this felt amazing you didn't want him to stop. You closed your eyes and hissed. "mmmmh, mmmmh, yes babe, awwwh! Kai" you whined "mmh? You love how it feels baby?" he asked. "mmh, don't stop baby, I love it, it feels so good kai mmh!" as you still enjoying it Kai pushed his dick to your entrance and you screamed in agony. That is extremely painful. You immediately opened your eyes to see, you almost adjacent his dick but he puts you back in position. " babe, I didn't even put it yet " he complained. You closed your mouth and laid back. "please be careful" you plead. "I promise" he said and kissed your lips, he pushed his dick again, you screamed a lot and tears started falling down your soft cheeks. Kai holds your things to keep you from moving. "babe, come on only the tip is in, look". He said "baby it's hurts" you said. "I'm sorry my angel, I will be very gentle this time okay?". He said, you nodded and he pushed it in, you cried but he continued pushing. You felt as if your pussy was tearing, as if someone put chillies in it, you screaming, kai groaning, you're both sweating from all the tension happening. With just a few thrusts Kai reached his climax and accidentally cum inside of you finishing the rest of his cum on the towel. He laid beside you facing the ceiling to catch his breath. In few minutes He cleaned himself up and cleaned you too, he saw that you was bleeding and felt very bad.

Someone started singing Justin Bieber's despacito in the launge all the way to the kitchen. "ohh, that's Taemin, thank goodness he came I will send him to the shop, he must buy us pads". You are just quite and thinking, kai held your chin to face his direction. "now you don't love me anymore?" he asked with a worried face, you smiled at him and gave him a small kiss, "more than before, I don't need pads. I should be leaving now" you said. He blushed. "let me run you a bath". He said and grabbed your skirt and wear it, you both laughed. He exit to the bathroom. Meanwhile Taemin opened the door, without minding he entered with a bowl of food on his hand, he's already chewing some. "Jongin-ah!" he called, he opened his eyes widely when he saw you instead, luckily you already wrapped yourself with a towel. He looked at your clothes down the floor and smiled at you cutely and said. "I'm.. I'm sorry I entered at the wrong time, is Kai around?". You nodded. Kai entered. "Taemin-ah, what are you doing in my room?" posing a fist to him, Taemin laughed. "come on, don't blame me. I'm used to entering anyhow because no one is visiting you". They laughed. "I'll be at the kitchen" he said "not kitchen, lounge" said Kai, they laughed. Kai picks you up to the bathroom and puts you in the bath cube. When you thought he will exit, your Kai started bathing you. You couldn't help but smiled at him. He gave you a little kiss, "will you marry me?". He asked. You chuckled, " I do". He pulled your ears you both giggled.

[shoezuki]

I beg you post your travellin mini fics onto ao3 as like an X/? fic or something. I so desperately need them in my library, they bring such joy. I also have tumblr fearing buddies on ao3 that I'd love to share them with.

Of course if it's too much effort then forget I asked, I'm mostly jus hear to tell you that I adore your writing and each new fic gets me genuinely excited! <3

hhngghGNNG. ANON. i am on one knee i am proposing now. Hold my hand. This is us

Thankyou so much anon im so fucking glad u dig it ok ok im gonna tell u a secret. Shhh ok. I been plannin on postin em on ao3 eventually but After i finish my doctor fic because they are technically set after my doctor fic like the Epilogue to that fic. It started w me wantin to make up planets that sampo would talk bout wantin to take gepard to in doctor fic n then i was like 'wait he WILL take gepard to these planets' and voila

But fuckit ya ill post em individually in a series later today when im. Not in the middle of class bsskfbdh. The sa.mpard tag on ao3 has been sad lately i shall fix it

[keplercryptids]

mm so i went though my archives to tag previous instances of dm burnout (because i can't just. start a new tag, i need to tag past stuff too lol), and. a few observations.

times of dm burnout seem to coincide with times where i am:

feeling extra stressed for non-ttrpg reasons;

feeling extra vulnerable in general, often for non-ttrpg reasons;

not sleeping well!!!;

experiencing worse-than-usual chronic illness flareups;

generally wanting to spend all my free time doing NOTHING but resting;

any combination/all of the above.

"yeah no shit jd, all of that is very obvious." shhh i am like a toddler sometimes okay. anyway. objectively analyzing my patterns of emotion and behavior like this legitimately helps me lmao.

[hcko]

kinda did a basic edit to my blog. welcome to mist emblem

[tyunni]

THE SMAU IS CANCELLED DUE TO MY LACK OF MOTIVATION, THANK YOU FOR BEING INTERESTED!!!

OPERATION: FALL !!! | (smau)

©tyunni

synopsis: you had to take charge of the "last year as juniors" party your (now ill) best friend was hosting. he was the class president after all. yet he had never warned you about inviting the pretty boy you had been observing since the very start of the semester. man, and he even plays guitar in a band?! god, could he get any more attractive? however, a bunch of uninvited guests and destroyed private property had turned everyone's dream party into a total abomination, putting your best friend's title and reputation at risk. but fear not, because both yours and the pretty boy's friend group have come together to create a brand new plan in secret, now getting ready to throw a party for the start of your senior year in September. will you catch feelings in the process? will your tiny little crush develop into something more? operation: FALL is a go!!!

pairing: gn!reader x choi beomgyu. ft. txt, itzy, skz, twice.

genre: half-written, high school!au, band!au, fluff, crack (but i'm not funny), angst + love triangle (eventually).

warnings: cursing, maybe some suggestive jokes cuz high schoolers are like that... will add more as the chapters progress.

disclaimer: the smau probably won't be out for a while because i have a lot of things going on... but i'm putting this as yk kinda a teaser ig?? to see if ppl actually like it...?

a/n: WOO FIRST SMAU LETS GOOKDNSNS kinda scared. i am indeed aware that the idols used in this smau are too old to be in highschool, but SHHH!!! also pls keep in mind it's my first time doing this so don't be too harsh </3 also the header was ib some of my mutuals ig?? most of the mutuals that have smaus used the "notes" format so.. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ felt like i needed to put that out there ...

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chapter 01 (coming soon...)

[lailyn]

This Magical Journey Called Multiple (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Drama, Idiots In Love, Mpreg

Summary: Loki thought he had struck gold this lifetime around, having found not one, but two loves at once. This new life he is carrying could only be a blessing, so why isn't everybody happy?

“I am not injured,” Loki insisted. “It was the heat, it must have gotten to me.”

“It’s still a good idea to take it easy, Bambi. Heat stroke is one of those things that can hit you from out of nowhere,” Tony said.

At Stephen’s mildly-impressed look, Tony gave a modest shrug. “We’ve been together how long? Of course I’ve picked up a few things.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “At least something good has come out of it.”

Ignoring Tony’s indignant ‘Hey!’, Stephen conjured a tall, cool glass of water and offered it to Loki, who looked all manner of singed save for his armour. “But Tony’s right. There may not be external burn injuries, but we humans are about seventy percent water, and I’m guessing you’re not that far off either.”

“I’m not a child,” Loki grumbled. Nevertheless, he dutifully accepted the drink and took a few long gulps, stopping abruptly when a sudden nauseous feeling assaulted his senses the moment the water hit his stomach. “Tony, please don’t make that face. It’s making me want to do things.”

“I can’t help it. It’s my fault. I should have - ”

“No should haves, could haves,” Loki interrupted. “Stop it. Shit happens.”

“Language,” Tony admonished lightly but his body language was still steeped in guilt.

“Guess I’ve picked up a few things too,” Loki murmured, nodding gratefully at Stephen as his husband stepped in to wrap an arm around Tony’s shoulders. Not only was the Sorcerer Supreme a good lay in bed, he was a mind-reader too. Loki sure got lucky this time around.

Tony straightened up a little in Stephen’s one-armed embrace. “Glad you guys had my back or I would have been smoked brisket.”

At the mention of brisket, the nausea reared its monstrous head again and Loki gagged.

“Let’s get you out of the sun.” Stephen was beginning to sound worried now. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine,” Loki said, swallowing compulsively. Before either of his overbearing husbands could argue, (they were always so noisy when they fussed) he corrected himself, “I will be fine.”

“Right,” Tony snorted. “Nice try. Come on, up. Next time, don’t skip breakfast.”

Stephen snorted even louder. “And the frying-pan said to the kettle, 'Avant, black-browes'.”

“I don’t know what you just said, but it can’t be good,” Tony grunted, nearly toppling under Loki’s weight, who really was more unsteady than he was letting on. “Will you boom-boom-whoosh us a portal already?”

Stephen shook his head and wrapped his arm around Loki’s waist, taking on some of the burden.

“I can walk,” Loki whined.

“Sure you can,” Stephen said kindly. “We just happen to do it better.”

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Tony didn’t know how anybody could sleep with the AC blowing full-blast in their face but Loki did just that, and for twelve hours straight too. Their not-strictly-human husband had never slept for such a long stretch of time and it could only be a testament to his exhaustion.

As he closed the bedroom door behind him to give Loki some privacy while he freshened up in the bathroom, his worried eyes met Stephen’s equally troubled gaze.

“Think he’s coming down with something?” Tony asked quietly.

“He seemed fine yesterday when the call came, and he was fighting fit," Stephen mulled as they walked back toward the kitchen together. “Wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, he took down those Doombots like they were nothing. He did that flashy move of his, you know the one where he’s like ribbon-dancing in the sky, except his ribbons turned into deadly blades the minute they came into contact with a Bot.”

“I have to take your word for it, I guess. I was kinda busy keeping a few buildings standing,” Stephen said enviously, as it was a sight he wouldn’t have minded seeing himself. Watching Loki in battle was always a spectacle, even back when they were still rivals.

Tony must have misconstrued the envy in his voice and decided that a little teasing was in order. “Aw, I’m sure you were great, honey.” He reached out to squeeze Stephen’s bicep. “Feeling a little sore there?”

“I held them up by magic but thank you for asking,” Stephen said dryly. “I wouldn’t mind a massage though, if you’re offering me one.”

“I’ll see if I can fit you in my tight schedule.” Kisses stolen in passing whilst walking down hallways were often sweet, made sweeter still by the relief Tony could feel bleeding through their locked lips. It had not been too long ago that they had almost lost Loki to that terrible illness, and it was that same shared fear that had plagued both Stephen and him since yesterday.

As they sat back down to their now-cold breakfast, he could see just how much Stephen’s face had brightened. The appetite that was almost killed by JARVIS’ mid-meal interruption to inform them that Loki was finally awake came back with a vengeance, and Tony shoveled his eggs into his mouth like a man starving.

It was after a few bites that he deemed his hunger momentarily sated enough to broach another issue that had been weighing on him.

"How was Loki...the night before last?" Tony asked tentatively.

It was an arrangement only recently agreed upon that they made use of the ten bedrooms in the penthouse, with each claiming a bedroom of his own and still having the freedom to choose where and with whom to spend the night. It came about after Stephen's odd hours and Tony's unpredictable work frenzies clashed with Loki's need for absolute silence when sleeping.

Tony had never met a lighter sleeper in his life. So when Stephen got called out on Sorcerer Supreme business for three nights in a row, it did not surprise either of them when Loki, tired of the interruptions to his beauty sleep, set fire to the bed.

Tony wished the mercurial God of Chaos could spare the custom-made, eiderdown-covered Alaskan king bed...alas, new beds he could always buy, but there was only one of Loki.

"Sleep in separate bedrooms! It's the secret to a happy marriage, don't you ever watch The Crown?" Pepper had said, rubbing salt into the wound the next day when he called her up the next day to moan. "God knows you have enough rooms to sleep in a different one for every night of the month."

Which was an exaggeration of course, for only the top floor of the penthouse had four bedrooms on the same floor, one for each of them, and the biggest, most lavish one reserved for when they needed to spend time together as a proper throuple.

Clearly perturbed by Tony's question, Stephen carefully set his fork back on his plate. "Could you be more specific?"

"Did he seem a little...impatient to you?"

"Impatient?" Stephen frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You know…" Tony drawled, "More...urgent. Demanding."

"You mean horny," Stephen deadpanned.

"Shhh. You know he doesn't like that word!" Tony whispered loudly. "It depreciates his aesthetic."

Stephen chuckled. "You can say horny, Tony. Loki's not here."

"And now he is," a sultry voice suddenly spoke from behind, and Stephen nearly yelped.

"Loki!" He gasped. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," Loki said coolly, sliding into the empty chair beside Tony, to whom he directed his next question. "So what else does he say about me when I'm not here?"

"Only the most flattering things, sweetness." Tony rubbed his hand up and down Loki's back. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm drunk on sleep." Loki's nostrils flared as he tried to kill the oncoming yawn but failed. "But not bad. You?"

"Nothing an Advil or two can't fix." Tony reached out a hand to stop Loki from stealing a piece of toast off his plate. "I think Stephen's wanting to take your spinal fluid or brain tissue or something first."

Stephen rolled his eyes. "Just your blood will do."

"Why?" Loki whined. "I hate those adamantium needles, they itch like a bitch."

Tony let out a scandalous whisper. "Language!"

"I want to make sure there's no electrolyte imbalance and that your sugar level's okay. You were vomiting quite profusely yesterday," Stephen said,

"I'm not anymore," Loki pointed out. "I feel absolutely fine."

"It's just a precaution, Loki," Stephen tried again but before he could say anything further, Loki held up a regal hand.

"And I can tell you with absolute certainty that my blood sugar level is very low because I am very, very hungry and if you do not feed me within the next thirty seconds I will eat your face," he growled. "Literally."

Stephen slowly, wordlessly, slid his plate across the table.

"Thank you, Stephen," Loki said sweetly  before attacking the egg-white and quinoa omelette with gusto. He swallowed the first bite and made a face. "This is nasty."

A heated debate and a number of mortal threats later, Loki was well on his way out the door. “Anytime today, Stark. Get a move on.”

“Can’t you go?” Tony pleaded. “I’ve never done my own grocery shopping before.”

Stephen looked at him incredulously. “You don’t have to do anything. You just have to prepare the money when he asks and make sure he doesn’t buy out every stall he happens to like.”

Loki tapped his foot impatiently. “Shall I go by myself then?”

“No!” Both Stephen and Tony said in unison.

“Nice try, Bambi,” Tony added. To Stephen, “You owe me.”

“This and more.” Stephen kissed Tony quickly. “Bring him back in one piece if you can. Oh, and I’m speed-dial number one, two and three on both your phones.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.”

Stephen's eyes disappeared behind his smile. “Loki, babe? Can you come here for a sec?”

Loki marched back to where Stephen and Tony were still huddled by the kitchen counter. “What is it now?”

Stephen dropped an effervescent electrolyte tablet into a glass of water. “Drink this before you go. You need to replenish your electrolytes.”

Loki groaned. “Stephen, I am electrolyted up to my eyeballs. Enough, please.”

“Today’s going to be a hot day, according to the weather forecast,” Stephen warned. “Can’t risk you getting dehydrated again.”

“It can’t possibly be hotter than yesterday," Loki said. He turned to Tony. "You need to figure out how to increase your heat resistance to Doom's fire-breathing Bots, I can't be covering you all the time. What if I'm not there?"

Stephen’s gaze vacillated between his two lovers in alarm. “Are we expecting any trouble today?”

“No, it was simply a theoretical question,” Loki said patiently. “Tony needs to build better suits.”

“And you need to see a sleep hygienist,” Tony said, just as sweetly. “Can’t have you burning any more beds. We are living in a high-rise, you know.”

Loki shrugged. “It’s not like both of you can’t fly.”

Stephen chuckled, “He’s got a point.”

“Whose side are you on?” Tony grumbled to himself. “Are we going or what?”

Stephen sighed. If he had not made prior arrangements to visit Kamar-Taj that day, he would have been more than happy to take Tony’s place.

He kissed Loki, a tad harder than usual. "Be careful, you two."

Loki laughed. "We're going to the market, Stephen, not off-world to another planet."

“Thank you for the reassurance, Loki.”

Loki’s kiss took Stephen by surprise, not so much the hard pinch Loki gave his cheek. “You fret too much.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s sweet.” Loki’s green eyes glinted. “Makes me want to eat your face every time.”

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Strolling the gorgeous Botanical Garden in the Bronx at this time of year was...interesting. Being public figures, it was a given that they would be recognised, but most everybody gave them a wide berth, wholly content with admiring from afar.

If Tony had reservations before, they disappeared quickly enough. Loki’s excitement and appreciation for the diverse arrays of artisan foods was contagious, and as they went from stall to stall perusing the seasonal produce on offer, Tony found himself in danger of doing the very thing he had promised Stephen he would keep Loki from doing.

“That was the best goat cheese I’ve ever tasted,” Tony gushed, arms laden with carrier bags full of cheeses, preserves and a variety of herb-infused olive oils. “You sure this is enough?”

“Nope,” Loki said. “But next week we can get Stephen to come with us and buy some more.”

“Sounds like a plan. Your ice cream’s melting.”

Loki held it out and Tony took a lick. “That’s yum.”

“You can have it if you want,” Loki said, sounding suddenly faint.

Tony frowned. “What’s the matter?”

Loki took in a few deep breaths, his face suddenly the colour of parchment. “I don’t know.”

The ice cream cone slipped out of his hand onto the ground when he abruptly bent at the waist, propping himself on his knees. “Just...give me a moment.”

Tony fumbled with the bags, managing to shift them all onto one hand, freeing the other so he could take Loki’s arm. He led his husband to a bench and sat him down.

“Do you feel sick again?” Tony asked, palming Loki’s forehead. His hand came away clammy. “ Do you need some water?”

Loki nodded his head to the first question, and shook his head to the second. His throat bobbed up and down erratically as though he was trying very hard not to lose the content of his stomach in front of all these people.

“I’m calling Stephen.”

“No!” Loki lunged to try to snatch the phone out of Tony’s hand, but the sudden movement sent a jolt of pain like a knife to his stomach. He doubled over and moaned in pain.

“Loki.” Tony dropped onto the bench and placed a hand on the small of Loki’s back. “Shit, shit, shit.” He stabbed the speed dial on his phone and began to pace. “Come on, come on, pick up.”

By a stroke of fortune, Stephen answered before the first dial tone ended, his “Yeah?” a cross between irritable and amused.

“We have a situation,” Tony said tensely.

“That bad, huh?”

Stephen’s indifference was expected given Tony’s propensity for drama, but today was not the day. "Strange, I’m not kidding. I think you need to come get us.“

"Loki may not have the patience for fresh produce and mingling but I’m sure I can trust you to keep him from terrorising the poor farmers for a few hours,” Stephen said, letting out a small chuckle at the imagery. “Or has he stabbed someone already?”

Tony remained uncharacteristically silent.

“Tony?” Stephen began to feel uneasy. “Please tell me Loki did not actually stab someone?”

“Loki’s not feeling well."

There was a sudden pause. When next Stephen spoke, his voice sounded strange. "Well, come on home.”

Loki lifted his head, as though he was listening in on the conversation all along.

“Can you walk?” Tony asked quietly. He helped Loki to his feet, only to regret it a second later. He did not think it was possible for Loki’s face to go that many shades paler, but it did.

Tony cradled the phone to his ear and quickly pushed his swaying husband back onto the bench. “Yeah…that’s a negative.”

Another pause ensued; thankfully it was a shorter one this time.

“Stay where you are.”

TBC

[yanbub]

multiple announcements coming through !

okok first of all, im back 😋. as in ill be fully active again like usual xdxd.

i know i didn't seem like i was on a semi-hiatus but shhh i had to take care of things and i had to fix my mental stability too.

i'm really sorry that i didn't reply to my inbox while i was gone !! i was very unmotivated to reply during the whole break even tho i rbed some ask games LOL. ill reply to them later so your wait won't be that long anymore !

thank you all 4 ur patience and efforts 💞

pls read the other announcements utc! its all important and i just cut it so that it wont clog up other's dashboards.

second of all, the blog will go a heavy revamp session! please don't mind the spam posting, it'll just be me organizing my blog all over again.

the revamp will include the following:

a new tagging system

(finally) an official post for my blog rules, writing rules, etc. i know i have a carrd for that but im tired of editing it every now and then

a clean up! ill be deleting some old posts such as my shitposts and some other miscellaneous things i want out of this blog. and sadly, this includes the requests that was left in my inbox. sorry that you didn't get your request done ^^'

i think thats p much it? again dont mind the spam posting you'll see when this is in progress!

asks will be answered AFTER this revamp session is done.

third, a new character for the character list! thoma is added now. as for gorou, well, that's still dependable since i haven't grasped his personality yet with the little interaction we got from the archon quests. ill try writing for him but only on specific and self indulgent ideas.

not that important but new theme hehe. ive had this theme on pc for a while now but i wanted to change it on mobile once im back from the break. anyways stan remi ayasaki for clear skin yalls

to explain further about me deleting requests in my inbox, as you saw during my break i only posted self indulgent content.

i don't really wanna open requests for a while since i have so many self indulgent ideas that i wanna focus on. the ideas that you sent in were honestly great but im sorry that i won't be able to write it :((

though there might be times that i won't be writing because deadass i post content almost everyday, i need a break too 🧍‍♀️.

HOWEVER! if you're willing to send in some brainrot at my inbox, ill be more than glad to whip up a small blurb/ficlet for you! or maybe ill add more onto that brainrot, who knows really.

YEAH THAT'S ALL IT FEELS GREAT TO BE BACK HOLY SHIT HWK2HKDHDJDJDJCJC

anyways if you reached this part of the post, congrats! you're probs the only one who bothered to read all the important announcements.

ill be off to revamp the blog now and istg ill finally answer asks after that 😭 i missed interacting w yall but i swear my motivation said no <//3

bye bye now, ty for reading <33

[tiredassmage]

Character Profile ❅ Astor Caulfield

But the AU one. Also yes, I just took a bunch of pics in one set, shhh, am lazy atm.

BASICS ---

Name: Astor Monroe Caulfield

Age: 28 years (By approximately Heavensward)

Nameday: 17th sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon

Race: Midlander Hyur

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Martial Status: Single, though still mourning

OC Tags: ch: astor caulfield, vs: dragonsong (the first being his overall character tag, the second being specifically for our lovingly dubbed heretic au x,D, which this sheet is for!)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ---

Hair: Dark brown, usually pulled back into a single, neat braid, though occasionally simply done up in a ponytail. When free, full length hangs roughly about his mid-shoulders down his back. He somehow manages to keep it relatively neat, despite the relatively frequent travel - part of why it’s usually tied up.

Eyes: A pale crystal blue, almost gray if you catch him in the right (or wrong) lighting.

Height: 5 fulms, 10 ilms.

Build: Average, with broad shoulders.

Distinguishing Marks: Little physically that isn’t covered by general physical descriptions. The stark contrast of his dark hair and pale eyes is usually enough to stick to people, if they’re trying, and the way his hair is always braided back.

Common Accessories: Generally carries a full deck of arcanima, regardless of current job. Generally wears a relatively simple band with a small design of blue gems set into it resembling ice or crystal. A simple leather necklace with an aged, once silver (at least in color, if not partially in material) charm usually worn freely over robes and other clothing - an inheritance from his mother.

PERSONAL ---

Profession: Scion of the Seventh Dawn, he supposes, if you’d want to be technical. Generally speaking, just an adventuring companion to the Warrior of Light. Previously, a high-ranking member of Iceheart’s band, and something of an unofficial keeper of their knowledge.

Main Job: Astrologian and, later, Summoner, learned in the course of helping the Scions and Warriors of Light combat the persistent primal threat.

Hobbies: Gardening, a light and quiet enthusiast for drawing (he keeps a small journal of sketches of various landmarks and such from his adventures that he also keeps little scribbles of notes in, don’t perceive him, especially if he didn’t tell you). Let him hear of animals in need of rescue or adoption at your own risk because he’ll probably at least really consider taking them on himself. Occasionally indulges in a little fortune telling with his deck. Not that he’d admit it. And not that he’d do it for just anyone. Usually for his own peace (or opposite) of mind.

Languages: Possessed of the Echo, but native to the Eorzean Common Tongue, both spoken and written.

Residence: He hasn’t really felt settled anywhere since he left Tailfeather and Anyx Trine behind, but likely has a small retreat of a residence either somewhere in Gridania or Revenant’s Toll, so as not to be too far from Scion operations when necessary.

Birthplace: Tailfeather, the Dravanian Forelands. A little north of it, technically. But it’s the closest town, and that’ll do.

Religion: Though not exactly practicing, had offered his beliefs to the Twelve, and selected patron in Nymeia, the Spinner, though adventures since would have made him question a fair bit of things.

Fears: Disinclined to be totally alone, abandoned. Wildfires. Being manipulated and used as a tool or weapon, particularly against the few he does cherish. Not being fast enough to save someone else he loves - and, worse, not being able to do a damn thing even if he was there.

RELATIONSHIPS ---

Spouse: Ysayle. No, he’s never quite recovered, even by Shadowbringers, though he has learned to live with it, to carry his grief and move forward, instead of being held back.

Children: None, currently. Though he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

Parents: A father he didn’t know too well, lost to bandits on the roads when he was sixteen, and his mother, Gaia, lost when he was eighteen to illness.

Siblings: None

Other Relatives: None by blood, though the Scions are something of a found family, with time. He has also endeared himself to several of the dravanian residents of Anyx Trine, and got no small amount of delight in working with the younglings.

Pets: A hunting hawk named Zephira he nursed back to health from a broken wing.

TRAITS ---

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

HABITS ---

Smoking: Never

Drugs: Never

Alcohol: Occasionally, and only lightly. Usually socially.

ABOUT ---

Born and raised in the Dravanian Wilds to a humble hunter and trader and healer who had spent some time studying in New Sharlayan before she had left, Astor would see little of his father in his youth, though he’d know him to be a decent and loyal man. He was closest with his mother - almost insparable, they were just as much friends and as family. From her, he soaked up as much of her knowledge as she could share, eagerly taking after her in learning healing arts from conjury to the art of the astrologians. The young boy was particularly entranced with the art of drawing magic from the heavens and their representative cards. Together, him and his mother ran a small clinic from their home just north of Tailfeather, occasionally traveling into town to trade and work with the hunters there.

On one of his hunting and trading trips, his father was killed by bandits and thieves when he was sixteen, leaving just him and his mother with little closure on the who of the deed - not that it mattered. Knowing wouldn’t bring him home, and they still had lives to lead for themselves, and patients to tend to, so they carried on. Sadly, one might have said it was the first strike of tragedy, as his mother feel ill no more than two years later, and, despite his best efforts both physical and magical, her condition refused to improve until she passed shortly after his eighteenth nameday. Though the boy struggled to grieve the loss of his closest friend, he persisted their work in the clinic for two more years before the Calamity struck and changed everything as all had known it.

In the cold and snows that followed, Astor met Ysayle, and the pair of dreamers quickly grew close. Astor packed up to follow her where her dreams would lead them - into revolution, change for a better future, and an end to a war that had mired so many lives for far too long.

Over time, he became one of her most trusted comrades, filling a role akin to a second-in-command, often tending to their forces himself in the wake of skirmishes and conflict with Ishgardian forces and otherwise. When finally the Scions and the Warriors of Light entered the fray, it was with wariness and caution he met these would-be heroes. His trust would not be so easy to earn; he would not risk all they had worked for thus far - beloved, just hero of the realm or just some overzealous knights filled with lies and duty. Though, if Ysayle deemed them worthy of trust and cooperation... he would concede, for now. But he’d be keeping a very close eye on them.

Ysayle’s eventual death struck him hard and shook him to the core. He was quick to withdraw from their new would-be companions in his struggle to process the loss, though he ultimately agreed to see the battles through to the end - their vision, their dreams, could not end here. As Ishgard entered a period of reform and unrest in the wake of Thordan’s defeat and demise, Astor withdrew further to Anyx Trine, preferring to spend his time with the dragons - the better to perhaps find his own footing in the new unstable ground the nation tread upon.

Eventually, the mage would re-approach the Scions and Warriors of Light and ask, if they would permit it, something of a second try... He... had not exactly been warm with them before then, but... they had helped, when it wasn’t their fight, really... And Ysayle had believed in them. Trusted them. And this was all real... it was really happening... And he couldn’t stay.

He needed a new purpose, a new direction. One he could, perhaps, call more of his own. He would join them in their battles and adventures, if they would be amicable to it... For those they had lost. For those they could yet save.

[chronicallylatetotheparty]

Watching (the Adventures of) Merlin season one on Netflix

Episode One: The Dragon's Call

. . . I feel like going to the capital of the kingdom indiscriminately slaughtering magic users wasn't the best idea.

Why? Well, that guy did just get executed.

And now his mom is mad. You tell that sorry excuse for a king, witch lady.

I don't like Uther, in case it was unclear.

Wait... if you could teleport why not just grab your son and ditch before he loses his head? Literally.

Oh, wow. Arthur is a dick.

Morgana. We have no choice but to stan tbh.

Dragon, you're really rubbing me the wrong way.

That's right Merlin! We need more than Because Destiny Says So!

Where did the spiderwebs come from? That sleeping spell gives me Sleeping Beauty vibes.

Ah, yes. The old drop-the- chandelier-on-the-villain trick. :(

If she went after Uther instead of Arthur I would have no complaints.

Manservant? You call that a reward for saving your son?

Episode Two: Valiant

Snake!Shield

Oh, he's gonna- Yup, dead. That's what happens when you deal with knights who cheat.

Where did that guy even get a magic shield in the first place?

Is there a thriving magic black market or something?

I love Guin.

. . . I feel like Sir Valiant didn't think this through. If bite marks are visible.

Ugh, you're the worst Uther.

It's only the second episode! Did you forget who saved your son already?

Stop being a jerk Arthur.

Lol. Merlin bringing a dog statue to life in order to practice for the Snake!Shield.

Bye Valiant!

Episode Three: The Mark of Nimueh

Whatcha up to with that egg, new witch lady?

You gonna poison the water of all of Camelot? Seems like a jerk move.

Dang that's a lot of dead bodies...

No, I like Guin's dad!

Yes! Cure him Merlin!

No! Stop arresting Guin, Uther!

You tell him, Morgana!

That plague monster that hatched from witch lady's egg is creepy.

Dead monster!

Arthur is kinda oblivious to Merlin's magic ngl.

Yay! Guin's free!

What do you know about witch lady Nimueh, Uther? Hmm? Why she want you dead? Besides the obvious reasons.

Episode Four: The Poisoned Chalice

Wow, Nimueh really doesn't like Merlin saving the day.

Wow, Nimueh really orchestrated an entire diplomatic incident in order to kill Merlin while also ensuring Camelot is destroyed by its neighbor. Impressive.

I really like Merlin and Guin's friendship.

Dang. Merlin really drank poison in order to save Arthur.

Merlin saved Arthur's life, Uther! Let him return the favor!

Oh, wow. Arthur really disobeyed his father in order to save Merlin's life.

I didn't know Merlin could cast spells while deathly delirious. And several miles away from him too.

Uther you b****! The antidote is right there! Let Arthur save his friend!

Putting your own son in a cell is such a jerk move.

At least Arthur and Guin manage to sneak the antidote to Merlin.

Quick aside: Internet spoilers say Uther needs to die for Arthur to complete his himbofication- I mean character development. So, if you could get on with that? Thanks!

Episode Five: Lancelot

Wow, that's a very CGI griffin.

Lancelot is so precious- Uh, I mean effective! Saving Merlin and all.

I know, Guin. I know.

Always thought it was a stupid rule to only let nobles be knights.

You're really going to commit magical forgery for someone you just met, Merlin?

I mean, Lancelot is earnest, hardworking, modest, kind despite his tragic backstory and it's his childhood dream to be a knight...

Yeah, I'd commit magical forgery too.

Lol, knocked you on your ass didn't he Arthur? (The second time at least)

I don't remember griffins being man-eaters!

Uther stop arresting people! Ugh, you're such a classist.

Let Lancelot help fight the griffin, Arthur! You need all the help you can get!

Well okay letting him go was nice of you.

Lancelot-Merlin tag team!

Wow. Lancelot really strode in with Camelot's singular braincell by figuring out Merlin has magic.

(The bar is low, okay.)

No, don't take away the braincell! Stay! The griffin was a team effort!

Okay, Lancelot's lawful good tendencies are a little annoying but, hey, nobody's perfect.

Episode Six: A Remedy to Cure All Ills

Edwin, no. Leave Morgana alone.

Oh, beetles! Curse beetles! That's not creepy at all.

Gaius how do you know Edwin?

What diabolical plot are you hatching Edwin? Oh, you're replacing Gaius in the royal court. That's kinda rude.

Merlin's so happy meeting another magic user that isn't trying to kill him (yet).

Le gasp! Uther's purge killed Edwin's parents? WhO cOuLd HaVe fOreSeEn tHis!?

But seriously. No wonder Edwin wants Uther dead.

I know Edwin blackmailed Gaius with exposing Merlin but he also wants to kill Uther!

That gives him a pass in my book.

Gaius no. Let Uther die.

Edwin stop trying to kill Gaius! You're going to-

Yup, here comes Merlin and-

Edwin's dead :(

Well he was trying to overthrow the kingdom. That's... bad... I guess.

Episode Seven: The Gates of Avalon

That title is misleading. It's more of a natural portal/magic lake type thing.

Arthur saves a father and daughter from bandits (Which they hired but shhh)

And they immediately try to put a love spell on Arthur

For human sacrifice purposes of course

Idk why the Sidhe want a human prince's soul -look at him, you don't know where he's been- but that's the price for readmission

I wonder how the dad killed one of his own kind? Was it an accident or...?

Exiling the daughter too makes me suspicious of Avalon's justice system

Evil laugh is a bit out of place for someone who is trying to restore his daughter's immortality

(They are so whiny about being mortal. Hey, we put up with it all the time!)

The fairy-like Sidhe moving in accelerated time so they just look like tiny orbs of light was an interesting touch. The blue faces and razor sharp teeth is not a good look for them, lol

They make Arthur ask to be married ('cause it takes a while for the love spell to go into full blown mind control or something)

Prompting Uther to threaten to kill both of them

(I feel like they didn't think this through)

Morgana admonishes Uther for being the worst

He replies that first love rarely lasts and that Arthur is inexperienced in such things. Plus that Arthur only met the girl yesterday

... I can't believe Uther is the voice of reason this episode

He doesn't get any points though. Due to the whole "threatening to execution his son's 'crush' " thing

The daughter is having second thoughts about using Arthur as a human sacrifice

Dear old dad puts those to rest and they try drowning Arthur in the lake that is/is the portal to, Avalon

Merlin's really leaning into the whole "Cool motive. Still murder.", thing huh?

Like, he did NOT hesitate to blow up both of them

Episode Eight: The Beginning of the End

Why do magic users keep going to Camelot!? The king is trying to KILL YOU!

Wow, this grown ass man is threatened by a literal child... I hate Uther so much

Morgana is the MVP of this episode. I love her

Protect that druid kid!

I feel like you're being paranoid Uther

You tell him Morgana!

Dragon, no. Stop prophesying death and destruction.

Wow, this grown ass dragon is threatened by a literal child...

Aaaand Morgana got caught sneaking the kid out of the city :(

Uther she is your adopted daughter! Stop putting people in cells!

Arthur is gonna sneak him out now?

While Morgana distracts the king?

Yes, excellent. What could possibly-

Merlin stop listening to that destiny dragon! Hearing his voice in your head is no basis for trust!

Cutting it close... Yay! They made it!

Mordred!? MORDRED!?

THAT little boy is Mordred!?

... Okay, I'm more inclined to believe the destiny dragon now

Still think letting him die would be a dick move

Episode Nine: Excalibur

What're you up to with that tomb Nimueh?

Oh! It's some kind of undead knight. Yes.

Throwing down the gauntlet. Pfft! Always thought that was a stupid idea.

Also: that Black Knight literally crashed your party!

Ugh, knights.

Nimueh if you can just teleport into the heart of Camelot while Uther is alone why don't you just stab him? Grab one of those pointy things he likes so much and stab him in the back. Easy peasy!

Stealing this joke but Don't do evil magic kids. It fries your brain cells.

Wait, the Black Knight is Uther's brother-in-law!?

Arthur's mother died in childbirth!?

Uther asked Nimueh to use her magic so he could have Arthur!?

Equivalent Exchange!?

Uther went on a genocidal rampage because he didn't bother with the instruction manual of ancient and powerful magic!?

Actually, that last one is not surprising at all.

I can't believe they're using the Wife in the Fridge trope. That appliance hasn't even been invented yet!

Ooh, Merlin's going to use his magic to destroy the Black Knight so Arthur doesn't have to fight him

As he's killed two knights already

Aaaaand, yup, he's still there. His cloak didn't even catch fire...

Arthur stop being a bastard. It doesn't suit you

Dragon forged sword! DRAGON FORGED SWORD!

Only Arthur can wield it. Yup, got it. How could this possibly go wrong?

Uther drugged Arthur and took his place in the fight... I have mixed feelings about this.

Wait, the dragon was very specific about only Arthur using that super special sword! Oh, snap.

Well at least the Black Knight is dead. Again.

Oh, dragon is not happy.

I know the dragon said "where no mortal soul could find it" but are you sure you wanna throw it into Avalon, Merlin?

Those people were gonna suck Arthur's soul out of his body

Episode Ten: The Moment of Truth

The way this episode title just lies to your face like that...

Oh, you're Merlin's mother! Thought we had an anime protagonists type thing going on

I... would like to say Uther is being unreasonable when he decides not to cross borders to get rid of some bandits. But I can totally see everyone hating him so that's a no go.

Lady, you were in a whole different kingdom. Why for the love of Merlin did you send him to Camelot!?

We're off to save the village! Morgana and Guin are coming too!

A wild Arthur appears!

Morgana better at swordplay than Arthur confirmed!

Merlin! I didn't know you had friends!

Granted he's a bit rough around the edges but

Okay. If it were literally anyone else besides Arthur. I'd say he was right about lords and knights being useless snobs.

Actually. He's right about lords and knights being useless snobs. Ah, that felt great.

Wow, the homosexual subtext is strong with this one.

The girls can tell Arthur came for Merlin.

But get your foot out of his face! I don't care how royal it is!

Look at Guin over here calling out Arthur for being a dick

And talking him into letting the women fight. She's on a roll

Aw, Merlin's friend died. :(

And he took credit for Merlin's tornado (so Arthur wouldn't find out about Merlin's magic)

Episode Eleven: The Labyrinth of Gedref

Lol, that unicorn could use a haircut.

No, Arthur. I said a haircut not an arrow to the chest!

Bad things? What kind of bad things Gaius?

Uther what's the point of having an expert in magical lore if you're not going to listen to him!

And all the crops are dead. Fantastic.

I know it's a magic thing but stating outright that the blight only targets edible plants is still really unsettling.

And the water's turned to sand. Great.

Who're you and how come Merlin is the only magic user that can't teleport?

What kind of tests mister Keeper of the Unicorns, sir?

Arthur I know you don't want to believe it's your fault... But it's totally your fault.

Uther no. People are starving.

You tell him Arthur.

Oh, the "theif" was a test!

Aaaaand he failed the second one. :(

Merlin's got a lot of faith in Arthur.

It's interesting how the Keeper can only direct the curse caused by the unicorn's death. Or rather the trials surrounding the curse, but can't break it himself.

Unicorns have some powerful magic.

The Labyrinth was barely on screen for five minutes! Surely something with Unicorn in the title would be more appropriate?

Arthur drinking a poisoned cup so Merlin could live?

That's some strong parallels right there.

The Keeper of the Unicorns is such a troll! Sleeping potion, hah!

The day is saved, Arthur lies to Uther's face about killing the Keeper and the unicorn resurrects itself.

Still needs a haircut though.

Episode Twelve: To Kill the King

Whatcha up to Guin's dad?

Oh that guy isn't suspicious at all.

You didn't think it was shady when he asked to meet in the middle of the night!?

Philosopher's Stone!?

Wow, the guards found him quickly.

What- No! Don't arrest Guin's dad!

Uther, he's a blacksmith! Stop being paranoid!

Will you stop executing people!? That inn keeper didn't know that guy was a dangerous sorcerer!

No, nononononono! He surrendered! Why did you do that!? Guin's father was important to Morgana!

That's why she gave him the key!

Dragon has his priorities straight.

Shut up, Merlin. You literally blew up a father and daughter for trying to kill one(1) person. (No really, you could see their hands flying off.)

Morgana deserves a little murder. As a treat.

Yes! Get him! Kill the bastard!

No! Why would you make GUIN say that!? Who are you and what have you done with Guin!?🔪🔪

UGH, he literally committed genocide!

The "that would make me as bad as he is" DOES NOT APPLY!

What- Oh, he still has the fairy's staff.

No. Stop it! Let Uther die!

Oh, God, Uther is such an abusive piece of GARBAGE!

Stop! Don't fall for it Morgana!

*sees dagger being pushed closer to Uther's "heart"* Yes! Yes! YES!

*Morgana saves him* NO!

NO!

NOOOOOO!

*inarticulate ranting in the background*

Episode Thirteen:

Okay, the cgi might be getting a little better 'cause the Questing Beast is freaky

Old religion? What is that? And how come it's conveniently absent from the previous episodes?

Dang, they really here just casually gaslighting Morgana like that 😡

Merlin you know Morgana has visions! You couldn't have been a little more careful? She warned you. Now look at Arthur, he's got the heroic death disease

Granted that thing does seem like a handful

Why do you only act like a father when it's a matter of life and death? Why can't you be a father literally any other time!?

"The old religion is the magic of the Earth itself."

Well that sounds fascinating, dragon. Are you going to elaborate? No? Later then?

Soooooo, is the old religion actually a religion or is it a magic? It's really unclear...

"You will be a better king than your father could ever hope to be." Guin, you're back!

I expected a place called the Isle of the Blessed to be less... creepy

Nimueh! Whatcha up to girl? Plotting the demise of a kingdom? Not today it seems

Oh there some Equivalent Exchange type nonsense going on is there?

Arthur you were supposed to be in a coma not listening to Guin!

Oh. Oh, no.

Merlin saying goodbye as he prepares to trade his life for his mother's is 😢😭

Wow, that dragon really knew Nimueh would give Merlin's mother the curse and didn't say anything. The little b*****!

No wonder Merlin's mad at him. Stop breathing fire at him! It's your own fault!

Gaius, no! Not the dead mentor trope!

"You stood by and watched as our friends died." Damn, Nimueh isn't pulling her punches.

Merlin vs Nimueh! Ready? Fight!

Anime protagonist power up! Dang, Nimueh's dead... I feel like that wasn't supposed to happen.

At least no one else is dying. Since Nimueh's death appeased the Equivalent Exchange laws of the old religion.

[girlpornparadise]

Dictator Daddy

Pairing: Tavo Barros (The Last Ship) / f!reader (It’s Maurice Compte people, it always is)

Word Count: 2400

Preamble: I hate this show. I don't love this character. Yet here we are. He's just so bangable in everything he does. And this one got weird guys. I hesitated to even share it. Maybe it's a certain time of the month that's got my brain like scrambled eggs. Who knows.

Warning: um, smut? I still gotta say it. Just. Um, just. Don’t look at me after this one. 

@nicke0115 Put Tavo back on my dash, so I’ve decided to release this. I’m tagging some people who I think love Tavo, but if you don’t let me know and I’ll leave you the hell alone in the future. @1zashreena1 @xxidontwikeitxx @heresathreebee @kid-from-new-zealand @chensingmachinee @artemiseamoon @fleurfatale89 @paniclana @justrunamok @demoncatstone @lettherebrelight @xxsteph-enrixx​

gif assist @nicke0115

You arrive at his gigantic home, waiting in line with the other beggars and well wishers. 

Your dress is mud stained as are the flimsy sandals you are wearing. Your palms are scraped and your face scratched. 

He stands very straight and seemingly towering on the porch. His erect posture accentuates his intimidating frame and muscular arms. His strong facial features are framed by his greying facial hair and prominent brows. His voice drifts your way, commanding but kind as he bows himself to talk to an excited child.

You approach the stairs and you bow your head and avert your eyes as you reach the front of the line.

You feel his intense gaze before you can see it. You tremble in his presence, from both the exhaustion of your journey and the intimidation of this legendary leader.

You are fumbling with your hands as he raises your chin with his crooked forefinger to force your gaze to his. Your body is shaking and tears are pooling in the troughs of your eyes from all that you'd been through to get here.

As he opens his mouth to speak, your knees give way. He grabs you by the shoulders to steady you. 

"What has happened to you sweetheart?" He asks with concern in his voice.

"I… I'm…" you fumble. 

"Take her inside." He barks to one of his men. "See that she's cleaned up and fed."

He guides you over to the man he was speaking to and in turn that man takes you inside. You are led to a small bed in a small room where you are allowed to collapse under the weight of your ordeal. 

When you wake, you take in your surroundings, disoriented. You're amidst simpler furnishings than you'd expected in such a magnificent home. There's a gentle creek at the door and an older woman brings in a tray with tea and plain rice. 

"So as not to upset your stomach." She offers.

You tuck in and feel some of your strength return.

When you finish, she cleans your wounds and you flinch at the sting of the alcohol. She ends by offering you a robe and asks for your dirty dress to be cleaned. You change and sit down on the bed once more. You can hear the coming and going of many men outside your door and are too afraid to interrupt. You lay back down and thank God that you were greeted with more mercy and kindness than you could have hoped for.

You become dimly aware of your surroundings once more, having dozed off. You can tell the sun has started to set and you're not sure what to do now that evening is upon you.

The same woman as before raps on the door. "Tavo would like to see you, personally." She states emphasizing the last word.

She accompanies you to the bathroom and you are relieved at the opportunity to relieve yourself and take a brief shower. When you return to your room, she presents you with a new dress. It's floor length and olive green velvet with a scoop neck and thin straps. You touch it in awe, you've never seen such a splendid garment. It probably cost more than all of the clothing in your village combined.

You dress yourself delicately, being careful with the precious gift and the woman helps you brush and dry your hair. 

She accompanies you once more, this time to the massive dining room. You approach with your heart in your throat, ashamed of how weak you appeared in front of Tavo as a first impression.

The woman excuses herself and Tavo stands before you, taking in the way the dress clings to all of the right spots.

He pulls out a chair across from his and motions for you to sit down. He pushes it in as you seat yourself and you feel like an honoured guest at a royal feast. He takes his seat across from you and you are overwhelmed, swelling with more emotions than you could parse. 

"I hope you're feeling better." He says gently.

"Yes Tavo, you've been far too kind. I don't deserve such luxury, I'm just a simple…"

He raises his hand to cut you off. "It's never a burden to help a loyal follower, and such a beautiful one at that." 

You blush at the compliment and without meaning to, bite your bottom lip ever so slightly. He clocks your reaction and this already confident man looks at you like he's sprung a trap, and caught a small delicate creature for himself.

Dinner is served across a few courses and you maintain a polite kindness to everyone who serves you. You're so used to being the one doing the serving that you don't quite know how to act. Tavo takes in the simplicity and innocence of your actions with warmth and soft smiles.

He questions you about your journey and your motives. Your village and your life. You explain how poor your village is and how hard you had to work to feed yourself. 

How your mother had died recently of a serious illness and there was no one to take care of you. How you had to leave quickly trying to avoid anyone's notice. How you had measly supplies and it took several days to get here. How the journey was perilous and you had barely survived.

He listens intently and finally asks, "But why come here? Why come to me?"

You talk about how you had heard his voice over the radio and been drawn to him immediately. How his inspiring words and the intense passion behind them gave you solace in your darkest hour. How his vision and strength would save your country and how seeing him, just once, would be enough to fill you with hope and fuel you forward.

Your kind words hit him deeply and fill him with pride, and he thanks you for your candor. The idea of this great man thanking you is almost too much and you are humbled by his words.

After dessert, the likes of which you'd never tasted disappears, he stands and guides you with a hand on the small of your back to another room. You feel electrified by his touch.

You find yourselves in a large luxurious bedroom and he closes the door behind you. Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. 

He crosses the room and puts on a record, fiddling with the turntable until he is satisfied. He opens his posture and holds out his hands. "Dance with me." 

You shake slightly as you find your way into his arms. He holds you gently but firmly as you sway to the music. As you relax into the quiet intimacy of the room, you lean your head against his shoulder, facing the crook of his neck. You're floating in a tiny bubble of heaven and as the music fades out you feel a loss as he pulls away from you.

He sits on the edge of the bed and pats the space beside him so that you sit down next to him.

"Why have you come to me?" He asks gently.

"As I said, I had to leave my village. It wasn't safe there for me. We are so poor and without hope." You're rambling slightly.

"But why have you come to me." He asks a little more insistently. "A beautiful young woman such as yourself doesn't arrive at my door everyday. I wonder what I've done to deserve such a blessing."

"I heard of your greatness, your generosity to the people. I had to see you, just to be near you is a great honour." The passion in your voice bubbles to the surface.

He smiles softly and brushes your exposed shoulder.

"Had you been promised to someone in your village?" He asks, shifting the tone of the conversation.

You look down at your scraped up hands, ashamed. "It's why I had to leave, the men in my village, they tried to…" you trail off, tears pricking you at the memory.

"Shhh." He soothes you. "You are safe here." He runs his hand over your hair and you take in his scent as he holds you closer to him.

"I too have suffered." He says looking deep into your eyes. "I lost my wife and son to disease last year."

"I'm so sorry." you whisper.

"But you are here now, and that eases my suffering." 

You smile widely and he brushes your cheek. 

"So beautiful." he mutters to himself.

"I must ask you a great favour, no, a great sacrifice." He says, correcting himself.

"For a great man such as yourself, anything." You offer eagerly.

He smiles at the way you look at him with reverence and a willingness to comply with his every demand.

"My legacy is at stake, and I need your help continuing it."

Your eyebrows knit slightly in confusion.

He clasps his hands over yours.

"I need an heir. A son. To carry on my life's work."

You gasp and he holds your hand tighter now.

"You have been sent to me as a gift. A strong, resilient, beautiful woman to be the mother of my son. I could ask for no better."

You have worshiped this man from afar. His commanding voice crackling through your radio. And now he sits at your side, asking you to father his child. You feel like the Virgin Mary, tasked to carry the son of God.

You hesitate, carefully forming your words. "It would be my life's honour to carry your child. To bear you a son, strong and smart like you. To have the father of a nation be the father of my child."

He moistens his lips and leans in slightly.

"Then give yourself to me, and I will give you my seed in return." He says, the look in his eyes emphasizing his intentions

"Gladly Tavo." You say breathily.

He leans in further and kisses you softly. You feel an electric tingle throughout your body as you connect with him. He trails kisses up your cheek and you feel his facial hair brush against your lips and your skin. As he reaches your ear he whispers "Take off your clothes."

You stand and do so, pulling the straps down your arms, letting the dress pool at your feet. You carefully remove your underwear as he watches with rapt attention.

He leads you by the hands onto his lap so that you're straddling him. He rests his strong hands on your back, just above your hips. He gazes into your eyes and as you look back at him, you take in the fiery passion that burns in those deep brown pools. The way they are hard with intent, but also soft at the edges with affection for you. 

You brush your hand along his cheek and as he blinks up at you you notice how the long lashes and strong brows that frame his eyes reflect the contrast of his delicate touch and the irresistible power he wields over you.

He leans in and kisses your breasts, working his way inwards on each one to lap at your nipples. Each lick sends a shiver through you and he tightens his hold to still you to him.

His growing erection strains against his pants beneath you, and you lower yourself with just enough force to awaken it further. He inhales sharply and his eyes blaze stronger.

He rolls you gently, laying you down on the bed. He stands to remove his clothes and as he gets to his fly he smiles at the wet spot you left there from your increasing slickness.

You are trembling with anticipation as he leans down and positions himself over you. "You're so beautiful." He whispers in your ear and nibbles lightly on your lobe. 

He finds his way between your legs and you spread them to accommodate his strong hips. His fingers rub between your wet folds, making sure you are ready to take his thick cock.

As he enters you slowly, you feel each raw inch stretch you, filling you with his firm warmth. You're panting now and as he presses himself against you, you feel the sweat of your bodies mingling in the Colombian heat.

His thrusts are gaining momentum and settling into a steady rhythm, insistent but not too hard. Your breathing breaks and you choke back a scream, your chest heaving beneath him.

You look at him and try to take in every part of him, trying to commit this rapture to memory so that you may savour it later.

You reluctantly close your eyes and throw your head back as he rocks an orgasm from you. "Tavo!" You cry out as his thrusts increase and your body shakes under his weight.

You see him raise his head and tense his jaw. His entire face and neck tense shortly after and he grunts as he fills you with warm ropes of his cum. His expression quickly relaxes and you feel his hot, heavy breath against your neck as he falls into you.

You feel him pull away and lay down next to you. You savour the knowledge that his essence is inside of you, unencumbered, and that you may soon be bound together by a shared life.

A tear escapes from the corner of your eye from the overwhelming intensity of being chosen by this man. He wipes it away with his thumb and kisses your cheek.

He rests a hand on your stomach and smiles. You know he is thinking of you swelling with his child and that you both share in the same hope.

"You're safe now, and you are forever mine." He says possessively. He has planted his flag and claimed you as he would any other territory. You welcome him openly to the continent of your body and feel him migrating towards your heart.

You rest your head on his firm shoulder and feel blessed that you are protected. You have been rescued from a life impoverished of both necessities and affection. You belong to him now and wish nothing more than to make him happy.

As you drift off you hear him mumble "You will be mine and only mine forever." And you relish this thought without fear. 

[bijvoorbeeldja]

hide-and-seek

Prompt for you! Younger Sander and Robbe and the guys play hide and seek, then they had a kiss. They only remember this in a few years. Please, Jealous!Sander. 

Here she is, @mysteriousforests! Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it. <3

................. 

It was how they spent most of their weekends during summer break from school — swimming at the local pool to fend off the heat during the day, then tagging along with their parents to the Driesen’s house in the evenings, where the adults gathered to gab and let the kids play. The group was pretty much the same then as it was now — minus Aaron and Zoe, who hadn’t moved to town until the group was in high school. Back then, Robbe’s hair was longer, Jens and Jana weren’t together yet, and Sander was still a brunette. 

Now that they’d finished dinner, their parents were talking in the living room over glasses of wine, and the group knew it would be a while before they’d be dragged home to their own houses, so they invented games to fill the time. Their favorite was hide-and-seek, and in Sander’s big house, there were plenty of good hiding places. 

That night, Jens was counting, covering his eyes with both hands as he recited numbers up to 100 while the rest of them hid. Robbe took off, scouring the rooms for the tucked-away crevices of the house to hide in. 

Behind the curtains? No, too obvious. The kitchen cabinet? Someone was probably already there. He tiptoed quietly but quickly, trying to put distance between himself and Jen’s voice. As he passed doors in the hallway, he heard Amber’s hushed giggling as she positioned herself underneath a bed, and Moyo and Jana fighting over a hiding spot behind a potted plant. Robbe smiled at them, continuing on towards the end of the hall. He knew Jens was likely close to coming after them, so he needed to find a space, fast.

Then, he was being pulled sideways, a soft hand clutching his elbow to rein him in. Suddenly, he was in the upstairs coat closet, bundles of jackets settling on top of his head as he ducked and stumbled into the space next to another someone.

“Shhh,” motioning a finger to his lips, Sander was crouched there, so close that Robbe could smell him. 

“This is the best hiding spot in the house,” Sander whispered, his breath tickling Robbe’s cheeks. “I didn’t want you to get caught.” 

Robbe was trying to catch his breath, calm his racing heart at the unexpected touch and sudden closeness. For a moment, Sander still held his arm in his grasp. It was a soft, warm touch that made Robbe’s breath shallow.

Even though they’d been friends since their infancy, being with Sander had always made Robbe feel a little unnerved, for reasons he didn’t fully understand. Sander was two years older, vastly cooler and funnier than Robbe ever could be. Confident. Creative. Handsome.

Robbe would never admit it, but he’d always tried to tame his own messy tresses into submission when he got ready in the morning, an attempt to look at least a little like the cool, older boy. He often caught himself staring at the Sander when he wasn’t looking. But he couldn’t let himself think about Sander. It wasn’t what he was supposed to do. Just as Moyo and Jens were already starting to notice girls at their school, Robbe was supposed to, too. 

Crouching closely together, Robbe listened to Sander’s steady breathing, forcing down the wave of nervous flutters in his stomach. He was sure Sander could hear how loudly his heart was beating. But luckily, that was muffled by the sound of Jen’s heavy footsteps, reaching the stop of the stairs. 

“Here I come!” He yelled out. “I am going to find you all so fast!”

Sander scooted backwards, farther into the closet, pulling Robbe with him. He chuckled softly, the sound barely audible as he tangled himself further behind a layer of coats and scarves on hangers. He gently pulled one aside, uncovering his face as he turned his head slightly to look over at Robbe. 

Robbe smiled, barely noticing Jen’s voice calling out down the hall, muffled by the fabric in front of him. He bit his lip, not wanting to be found, to have a few more stolen moments here, hidden with Sander.

A slight blush crept to Robbe’s cheeks as Sander continued to stare at him, his gaze unwavering. Only a small filter of light trickled in underneath the door, but Robbe could still seen the bright green of Sander’s eyes, nearly staring through him. He watched Sander’s eyes flick almost imperceptibly across his face, stopping for only a half-second on his lips. 

Then, almost in slow motion, Sander was leaning in, his breath mixing with Robbe’s as he gently placed his lips on Robbe’s. Robbe felt Sander’s hand gently lift to grasp onto Robbe’s wrist before sliding down to his hand, two fingers tangling with his as he held them softly. Robbe’s heart stopped, his brain unable to form a coherent thought. 

For a second, they remained there, lips touching. Then, there were loud footsteps outside the door, dangerously close, and Sander pulled away suddenly. Robbe was frozen, trying to process. He felt unable to breath.

Then suddenly, flooded flooded their faces as they blinked back the brightness.

“Aha!” Jens yelled, whipping the door open. “Found you two!

…………

Five years had passed, and the group dynamics had changed.

Jens and Jana had just begun dating, a natural extension of the relationship of the group. They just worked together. Robbe had finally cut his hair, a ���birthday present” for Jens. Sander they hadn’t seen regularly for a year or so. He’d transferred to an art school and showed up off-and-on at their group gatherings, most recently appearing at Moyo’s house party with a head of bleached blonde hair and a leather jacket. The boys had playfully teased him, mocking his new artsy persona, but Robbe knew it was because they were all secretly jealous. He was attracting girls left and right. 

But now, they saw him less and less, as he naturally fell in with the social circles from his new school. It made Robbe weirdly disappointed, and not just because their group had changed over the years. He missed seeing Sander. He missed his silly jokes, his Bowie shirts, the croques he made for the two of them at midnight, those nights they slept over at Jens and everyone else was asleep before them. His missed sitting on the counter, watching Sander flip the sandwiches, deep in a passioned conversation about the street art he loved around Antwerp. Robbe loved hearing him talk. He swore he could listen to him forever.

Occasionally, Sander would call Robbe out of the blue, asking how he was, catching up on the missed time between them. Robbe waited for these calls desperately, eager to hear his voice, his laugh, to hear him insist that Robbe was in fact, not yet ready for the Advanced Bowie playlist. 

But those calls were infrequent now and it left a humiliating ache inside of Robbe that he tried to ignore. He carried on with Jens and Moyo, the self-proclaimed Broerrs. 

Near the end of that summer, the group had gathered, surprising Robbe with a birthday party at the beach house. A frequent haunt for the group of friends, they spent the days playing paintball among the dunes and deepening their tans. At night, they had bonfires and talked long into the night about their futures. They never wanted those nights to end. 

Now, older, they returned to the beach, celebrating their last days before the new school year. A bonfire swelled on the sand and Jens and Jana sat close, feeding each other marshmallows. Robbe and Moyo talked, laughing about their earlier soccer game. Suddenly, Jens called out, mumbling with a mouth still full of marshmallow.

“There you are, man! I wasn’t sure you were coming!”

Robbe turned and saw Sander, illuminated by the light of the fire, coming towards them with a smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” Sander replied. “There was a holdup at home. But I wasn’t going to miss Robbe’s big celebration!”

Reaching him, Sander slapped a hand on Robbe’s shoulder, making warmth flood to his cheeks. Learning down, he whispered with featherlight breath in Robbe’s ear. 

 “It’s good to see you, Robbe.”

Robbe nodded and smiled back at him, quickly lifting the bottle of his drink to his lips to distract himself from being exposed by a further blush. Seeing Sander again after all this time made his stomach twist, an electricity flooding his every nerve. He hated how the blonde boy held such power over him.

Sander joined them, claiming the chair next to Robbe. He lifted his hands to the fire, turning them slightly to warm them. It had been months since he’d seen Sander in person, and within that short time, he could notice visible changes in Sander. He was taller somehow, his height extending the lean, taut stretch of muscle along his arms and legs. A deeper summer tan blanketed his skin. Dark color played at his roots, and the messy tresses of his hair glowed white in the fire. It was at this moment that Sander looked up at Robbe, as if he could read his thoughts. Swallowing in embarrassment, Robbe looked down immediately, busying himself again with his bottle. 

“How’s your fancy art school, Sander?” Moyo asked, talking across Robbe.

Sander laughed. “It’s all good, man. You should consider it. You know what they say about art chicks.” 

“Ahhh, yeah,” Moyo said, nodding. “I like those alternative chicks, man. Does your school have a take-your-friend-to-school day?”  

Sander laughed again, but Robbe just felt sick. Thinking of Sander together with an equally good-looking girl at his school made him physically ill. 

“That’s bold of you, Moyo,” Jens spoke across the bonfire, taking another bite from the marshmallow in Jana’s outstretched hand. “To even think one of those girls would be into you.”

“Shut up, man,” Moyo said, waving him off. “I’ve been getting girls since middle school. Way before you. No offense, Jana.”

Jana just laughed, nodding. “He’s not wrong,” she said to Jens, teasingly. “You’re lucky you even got me.”

Jens nipped at her cheek, then her neck, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“Let’s be honest, though,” Jens said. “Sander was the only one of us who had game in middle school.” 

“Oh, stop,” Sander said, waving off embers from the air around him. “I was scared of girls. I still am!” He laughed. “Plus, you guys know I only hung out with you in those days. I always looked forward to those weekends at my place.” 

“Dude, yes!” Moyo said, slapping a knee. “Those were the days. Playing games way past our bedtimes, sneaking sweets from your ginormous kitchen, watching our parents get so drunk that by the end of the night they were singing karaoke.”

Robbe laughed at this, memories suddenly coming back to him. He really had missed those moments, nights when things were so much easier, so much less complicated than now. 

“I’ll never ever forget my mom’s rendition of ‘Jij Bent Van Mij,’” Jana said, groaning. She shook her head, as if trying to mentally erase the memory. 

“Dude!” Jens said, sitting up now. “Do you remember those epic games of hide and seek we used to play? “

“Oh, yeah!” Sander said, nodding as his mouth widened in a smile. “I forgot about that!”

“If I remember correctly, I was the best at finding you losers,” Jens said cockily. 

“Oh, please,” Sander said, rolling his eyes. “Robbe and I always found the best hiding spot and kept you guys looking for hours.”

The memories that had faded by time were now coloring in Robbe’s mind, forming concrete edges and fully-fleshed sequences.

Hiding with Sander, a small space. Jens heavy footsteps in the hallway. Surrounded by fabric. Coats. Then...in a warm, heart-stopping flash, it came back to him. 

The kiss.

That one night, Robbe and Sander had kissed.

Trying to level his now labored breath, Robbe strained to remember. They had kissed. They had been young. And so close, close enough that Sander in a breath could lean over and touch his lips to Robbe’s. It had lasted only a second, half a second. But the memory burned into him like it had just happened. How had Robbe forgotten?

Or had Robbe manufactured that memory in his mind? 

“Well, I’m calling it a night,” Moyo said, suddenly standing beside them. “I have to grab the double bed before Jens and Jana try to claim it and keep us up all night.” He laughed as Jens glared at him, hastily picking Jana up off his lap and grabbing her hand to sprint after Moyo. With laughter and yells, they were gone.

Now, deep waves of nerve were swelling within Robbe as he sat alone with Sander, the crackling of the bonfire filling the silence. 

Robbe twisted the bottle in his hands, trying to grasp at a word, any words to say to Sander, who was smiling to himself. 

Then, he turned to Robbe, pulling himself closer so that his knee was touching Robbe’s. Robbe looked up at him, watching Sander’s green eyes meet his.

“You’re not going to bed yet, right?” he asked with a smile. “I still need to give you your birthday present.”

Robbe could only shake his head, his throat dry. Sander stared back at the fire, still smiling. 

“Want to take a walk?” he said, leaning in closer now. “I heard sea air prevents hangovers,” he laughed as he cocked a head at Robbe’s now-empty bottle. 

Robbe laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I could use some non-smoky air.” Leaving his bottle on the ground next to his chair, he stood and followed Sander as he headed toward the sound of the waves.

…

Hearing Sander ramble on again was like water to Robbe’s thirsty soul. He never wanted him to stop. 

But at the same time, he had to speak. If he didn’t ask, he thought he would explode. So when Sander paused, taking in the waves, he cleared his throat.

“So, uh,” Robbe said, trying to keep his voice nonchalant. “Remember when we were talking with the other guys about those nights at your house?”

“Yeah,” Sander said, turning back to him and nodding. “What about it?”

“Well, about hide-and-seek...do you remember actually playing? With everyone?”

Sander smiled, but his voice was serious. “Yeah. I always looked forward to it. You guys were my first real friends in Antwerp.”

“Those were some of my favorite nights,” Robbe admitted, remembering. “And I guess...I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay,” Sander said. “What?” 

Robbe already regretted mentioning anything. This conversation could only end in humiliation, and Sander would likely never talk to him again. 

But Sander was looking at him, waiting with a clear sense of eagerness, almost appearing to read Robbe’s mind. 

“I just…” Robbe hesitated. He felt so stupid.

Sander stopped now, grabbing Robbe’s arm. “What, Robbe? You can ask me anything”

Robbe took a deep breath, trying to meet Sander’s gaze. He felt his hands shaking slightly.

“Well, I was just wondering if you remember...us hiding together. In that coat closet in your upstairs hall?”

Sander looked down, his mouth widening in a shy smile.

“A coat closet,” he said quietly. “Yeah, yeah, I think I do remember that. Why?”

“Did you...did we…” Robbe struggled, trying to speak with a level voice.

“Kiss?” Sander said suddenly, looking up at Robbe. He was biting his lip, hiding a smile.

“Yeah,” said Robbe, exhaling in relief now that it was spoken out loud, settling in the space between them. “When we were talking, I had this suddenly clear memory of that moment...and I was just wondering...if I had imagined it.”

“For so long after that moment I thought it was a dream,” Sander said, laughing. “Especially since I was too much of a scaredy-cat to bring it up to you again. I don’t even know how I had the guts to do it in the first place.”

“What do you mean?” Robbe asked.

“Seriously, Robbe?” Sander said, eyes widening as he laughed. “You had to know that I had the biggest crush on you back then?”

Robbe’s stomach dropped, attempting to configure Sander’s words in his mind in a way that made sense.

“Well, clearly by the look on your face,” Sander said, smiling again, “you had no idea. Which is actually hilarious because I was not subtle about it.”

“You’re joking, Sander…” Robbe said, finally able to speak.

Sander turned his whole body to Robbe, face serious now. In a gentleness that didn’t match his firm stare, he spoke. 

“I always liked you Robbe,” Sander said. “It wasn’t long after we came out of that closet that I...came out of the closet.” He smiled briefly at his joke before continuing. 

Robbe could barely keep his jaw from dropping. Even if he hadn’t imagined their adolescent kiss, he was sure he had to be imagining this now.

“Yeah, I was obviously scared you didn’t reciprocate my feelings, so I didn’t dare to bring it up. Even when I thought you might….like me back….you were so close with Jens that it made me insanely jealous. I knew he was your best friend and I figured before long you two would realize your feelings for each other. I couldn’t stand it.” Sander smiled weakly to himself, kicking some sand at his feet. Robbe could’ve sworn there was a light blush creeping up on his cheeks. “I’ve always wanted you, Robbe.”

Robbe couldn’t speak and it was a moment before Sander spoke up again, suddenly grabbing his arm.

“But hey, look,” he said, firmly now. “Please don’t think you have to say anything. Honestly, we have to bring this up again. You’ll always be my friend no matter what. And I hate...that we haven’t been able to spend time together lately. ….Hopefully now you still want to!” He laughed, but there was a strain in his voice. A nervousness. Vulnerability. 

Robbe just looked at him.

“Robbe,” Sander said again. “Damnit, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m so stupid. Please just forget it.”

He turned to start walking back up the beach, but Robbe grabbed his arm before he could escape the closeness.

“I don’t want to forget it, Sander,” he said, his voice only capable of a near-whisper. 

“What?” Sander said, turning back to him and closing the distance. “What did you say?”

“I said,” Robbe said, louder now, “that I don’t want to forget it. Our kiss...or this conversation.”

Taking a deep breath, he pulled Sander closer, intertwining their fingers together. Sander’s eyebrows rose, but only for a second before he squeezed his palm to Robbe’s. 

“Do you know how long I’ve liked you Sander?” Robbe said, hoping he could finsh before his nerves gave out. “I’ll tell you it was long before that closet.”

Sander laughed, his eyes looking wide and misty as Robbe stared deep into them. “Are you messing me, Robin?”

“Oh,” Robbe groaned, extracting his hands from Sander’s to cover his face in embarrassment. “Only you call me that and I wish you wouldn’t.” 

He felt Sander’s breath against his hands as Sander gently pulled his hands away and replaced the touch with his palms cupped against his cheeks. 

“You’re my Robin,” Sander whispered, ever closer now. “Should we go find another closet, or…?” 

“I’m not going back into the closet,” Robbe said, laughing. “But I will take that kiss, if you’re offering. You know, as a second birthday gift. I mean, I haven’t forgotten that you still owe me a real one.”

“Oh, I’m definitely offering a kiss,” Sander said, laughing. “I’m offering on your birthday. And the day after your birthday, and the day after that.” Then, Sander was kissing him. 

And even if that first kiss had been a dream, Robbe couldn’t have dreamt a kiss as good as this one. Lips and breath fitting together, Sander pulled Robbe closer, tangling his hands into his hair, losing himself completely in him.

“Aaaaand the day after that,” Sander said, following his words with another kiss before pulling away. 

“And the day after that.” Robbe’s eyes fluttered, whining at Sander’s teasing. “That okay with you, Robin?”

“That’s okay with me.” He smiled into Sander’s next kiss. 

Better than a dream.

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Descendants of The Moon

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Word Count: 5,154

Key: Italics- things that happened in the drama but do not old any importance to the story line

Key: Bold- Dialogue said in the Drama

Getting Caught and Catching A Virus

Episode 10:

Captain Yoo doesn’t respond to Dae Young’s radio calls so they head to where they are, but by then Agus and his men have left. Shi Jin summarized what happened. Fatima is a girl that was going to get sold today and she managed to shoot Agus from behind, Mo Yeon was able to remove the bullet and they left but Captain Yoo doubted this would be the last time they would meet. The soldiers help the children to get into the truck and back to the field hospital to get treated.

Once they’re back, Mo Yeon helps the doctors test and treat the infected children. Doctor Sang and Nurse Ha were treating one kid while Mo Yeon looked at the X-rays. 

“I see signs of pneumonia,” she told Sang Hyun. 

“We’ll take it from here, go wash up,” Sang Hyun told Mo Yeon. she nodded and went to the water basin and started scrubbing her hands. She was so distracted she didn't notice Yoo Ji approaching her.

“Are the children vaccinated?” Yoo Ji asked, her eyes not focusing, but it was subtle. Mo Yeon didn't catch it. Mo Yeon was snapped back to reality when she turned to respond but was taken off guard by the strong smell of alcohol.

“Have you been drinking?” she squinted her eyes at her friend, who in return shrugged.

“A little” Yoo Ji responded, her words slurring together. 

“I won’t even ask where you got the booze but why are you drinking now?” Mo Yeon thought Yoo Ji was doing so well staying sober or at least not abusing her alcohol allowance.

“Gwang Nam is being an ass,” Yoo Ji muttered. 

“He seems pretty nice to me” Mo Yeon scrubbed her hands harder. 

“It's a facade, why do you have blood on your hands?” Yoo Ji slurred, but her gaze didn't falter from Mo Yeon’s hands. Mo Yeon sighed, she didn't know how to explain what happened in the last few hours to her friend.

“I’ll explain later when you’re sober” Mo Yeon chose the easy way out.

“So what happened with First Sergeant Lim?”

“He keeps digging information about the Kim Hoon Jae case” Yoo Ji picked at the loose hem of her shirt.

“He won’t let it go, and I have no idea how to distract him enough that he forgets about it” she huffed.

“You still have the nightmares?” Mo Yeon asked that case affected Yoo Ji the most out of all her work. What she had gone through, changed her so much, sometimes Mo Yeon can barely recognize her friend. Mo Yeon knows the kind of psychological damage that Yoo Ji endured because of her involvement, she recommended multiple psychiatrists to Yoo Ji but she never confirms nor denies whether she actually goes or not. Yoo Ji nodded.

“I think it's good to tell him about it, maybe actually help you feel lighter. Holding it in isn’t going to make anyone feel any better,” Mo Yeon tried to recommend. Mo Yeon wiped her hands on the cloth towel by the sink, Yoo Ji shook her head, her face was red from the alcohol. Mo Yeon’s eyes were drawn to behind Yoo Ji to the moving figure behind them. 

“Doctor Kang! The girl you brought with you says that she’s leaving. What should I do?” Nurse Choi’s concerned voice sounded out, her eyes drawn to the drunk girl beside Mo Yeon.

“Are you drunk?” she asked Yoo Ji with surprise, Yoo Ji smiled cheekily and gave her a smile.

“Shhh, don’t tell anybody” she hushed Nurse Choi. 

“Take her back to her room and I’ll handle the kid,” Mo Yeon told Min Ji and nodded at Yoo Ji who was dozing off. Min Ji nodded and guided Yoo Ji away from the Medi-Cube. 

“I can walk” Yoo Ji shrugged Min Ji’s hand. Halfway through they ran into a few soldiers. Min Ji bowed and excused themselves before Yoo Ji made a fool of herself. Gwang Nam was one of the soldiers they passed. He paused and looked back.

“Yoo Ji?” he asked with uncertainty. Yoo Ji looked drunk, her cheeks red, and her eyes were unfocused 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out” she responded with a goofy chuckle. 

Gwang Nam told the soldiers to go ahead and he’ll see them inside. He came closer to the two girls. 

“Please don’t tell anyone, if someone knows she might get fired.” Min Ji excused.

“It’s ok, I’ll take her back, you can go back to the Medi-Cube” Gwang Nam smiled at the nurse who nodded and left.

“Aw, everyone is leaving me tonight” Yoo Ji huffed and pouted. 

“I haven’t, but you’re pushing me away” Gwang Nam took her shoulders and steadied her as she started swaying.

“And you’re driving me crazy” she responded. Gwang Nam looked at her hard, it was throwing him off how she can be so drunk that she can’t walk properly but can hold a conversation just fine.

“Why won’t you tell me anything about yourself or your work?” Gwang Nam tried again.

“Because it’s not as exciting as I want you to think” Yoo Ji pointed her finger at his nose, her eyes glistening and unfocused. 

“Besides, it’s not like you’re telling me anything either” Yoo Ji slurred. 

“This is a different situation” Gwang Nam refuted, “you’re a reporter, isn’t everything out for the public?” he continued.

“Indeed, but not my personal psychological problems, I’d like to keep those private” Yoo Ji responded rolling her eyes.

“Just what are you hiding?” Gwang Nam’s curiosity filled him but he couldn’t get more out of Yoo Ji because right after her head hit his shoulder and her soft breathing evened out. 

Gwang Nam sighed again, she’s proving to be more work as they get to know each other more. He looked at her face that seemed so peaceful. He wondered if something happened that made her so wary of everyone around her. He reached the bunker and laid her down. He covered her and left her to sleep for the rest of the night. He glanced at the empty whiskey bottle by her bed and put it in the trash, just in case someone decided to look for Yoo Ji in her room.

Gwang Nam made his way to the Medi Cube, at this point he’ll miss the meeting but he’ll talk with Captain Yoo about it later. Gwang Nam was going to find out what happened with Kim Hoon Jae that Yoo Ji is being more resistant to giving information. Well, more than she already is but he knows sometimes she does that to annoy him and remind him that he’s also withholding information about his job too.

He found both First Lieutenant Yoon and Doctor Kang stocking up the cabinets in the Medi-Cube. They were talking about Myung Ju’s trip to the village to treat the remaining kids. It looked like Mo Yeon was ready to leave but halted when she saw Gwang Nam coming to them.

“Power of unity” Gwang Nam saluted Myung Ju and she nodded at him. 

“Did you need something?” Doctor Kang asked.

“Uh yes, I was curious about something” Gwang Nam started, turning to Mo Yeon. Mo Yeon raised an eyebrow, she knew he was with Yoo Ji and was bugging her about the Kim Hoon Jae case. She stared at his face and tried to see if he had any ill intentions, she knows Yoo Ji won’t ever tell him about what happened when she was on that case, but that doesn’t mean Mo Yeon won’t tell him the basics. He needs to stop bringing it up and just accept it.

“Yoo Ji was involved in the serial killer case of Kim Hoon Jae, she won’t let me ask about it” he continued looking uncomfortable, “I wanted to know if it had affected her in any way”.

“Mun Yoo Ji was involved in that case?” Myung Ju’s surprised tone told Mo Yeon that she didn't know any of this either.

“It was a very complicated case, he was on the loose and had killed so many girls and the detectives had no idea how to find him, his killings were irregular, he didn't have a pattern or a connection to his victims” Mo Yeon started leaning against the shelf lightly. 

“But he was found because of his medical records, right? I heard about it on the news, it was very impressive” Myung Ju commented. 

“It was Yoo Ji that was able to tip the police of his location, she looked up his medical records and his file from the police department, she was able to find the exact bar he hung out at because he had Hodgkin's lymphoma-” Mo Yeon was cut off by Gwang Nam.

“And the bar he hung out at was the only one in the area that had two separate bars with virgin drinks, yeah, I know that part but was she ever involved in the arrest or came in contact with him?” Gwang Nam asked but Mo Yeon knew that he would come to realize that Yoo Ji is psychologically hurt from that case.

“I only know some of what happened, not everything but yes, she was involved in the arrest,” she answered.

“Wait, didn't Kim Hoon Jae break out of prison and kidnap someone” Myung Ju’s eyes widened as she started putting the pieces together. 

“Yoo Ji’s connection to the major media channels was able to leave her name out of the news, but yeah, she was the one that was kidnapped by him. He had her for two weeks, he psychologically and physically abused her,” Mo Yeon told them. Gwang Nam held his breath, he didn't know it was this serious.

“Her need for information is just something that helps ease her anxiety, because when she was with him, he seemed to know everything about her life, like he was there when it happened, and that broke her. Yoo Ji is not the kind to feel helpless often and this one really did a number” Mo Yeon informed them of the severity. Myung Ju and Gwang Nam made eye contact. With Gwang Nam’s line of work, he may never be able to tell her the entire truth. 

“But this need for information is destroying her from the inside out, it’s not healthy and she often has insomnia because her brain is going haywire with so much information, and the nightmares,” Mo Yeon told them. 

“I feel like a jerk now because of what I said” Myung Ju sighed. 

“You can’t take it back, Yoo Ji will know that I told you and will get pissed off” Mo Yeon informed her.

“She doesn’t want people to know because if they do they might change how they act around her, she doesn’t want to be tiptoed around or get any pity” Mo Yeon explained Yoo Ji’s thought process.

“She’ll know I told you tonight, and she’ll be pissed off. Don’t let it put you off though, it’s her way of testing you” Mo Yeon told Gwang Nam, she picked up her stuff and bid them good night. Gwang Nam sighed and leaned against the wall. Just as he thought things were getting easier.

“Regretting asking about it?” Myung Ju asked him.

“No, but I thought she was messing with me, I didn't think it was something this serious” his tired and defeated voice responded. 

“You should’ve known from the moment she kicked the crap out of the thugs at the hospital; she’s not normal, none of us are” Myung Ju finished off, and smiled at him sympathetically, she told him good night and left him alone.

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-The Next Morning-

Dae Young and Myung Ju went to the village but they found it completely deserted, so they came back, Mo Yeon and Shi Jin were having a moment *the hair tying* and then the packages from Korea came. At this point in their morning/afternoon, Yoo Ji woke up with a hangover and drank coffee, and moved on with her day, a hangover was not stopping her from doing her usual routine. 

She heard the packages had arrived so she went to see if she got anything, she noticed a box with lots of hearts and the names of the Captain and his Deputy leader on it and knew that they were in deep shit. So she hung out near the corner of the room to watch the show.

“Sergeant First Class Seo, there's a package from someone named Shin Ji Young.” Mo Yeon radioed Dae Young, which made Yoo Ji choke on her laugh, Myung Ju should be coming any minute now.

“Where are you now?” his voice was serious yet panicked.

“In the kitchen” Mo Yeon responded. Almost five seconds later, Myung Ju came bursting through the door and grabbed the box from Mo Yeon’s hands.

“Oh! That surprised me.” Mo Yeon squeaked

 “I'm going to have to inspect this real quick.” Myung Ju glared at the box. Myung Ju read the messages written on the box, each sentence growing angrier.

“Does Dae Young have a younger sister?” Mo Yeon asked curiously.

“Dae Young is an only child!”

“That shouldn’t be my fault” Mo Yeon defended. Myung Ju huffed and ripped open the package and got out the envelope, it seemed like there was a picture in there because Mo Yeon got closer to Myung Ju to get a closer look and squinted her eyes.

“Omo, why is Shi Jin here?” Yoo Ji silently laughed, looking at those two jealous fools. 

“The day we met Shi Jin Oppa. We send our memories to you.” Mo Yeon read out loud.

“First Lieutenant Yoon, bring your gun.” Mo Yeon looked murderous, it made Yoo Ji crinkle her eyes more, just to stop herself from making any noise.

“It’s a misunderstanding” Shi Jin and Dae young came barreling in, probably ran all the way here from where they were.

Yoo Ji watched as they tried to explain the package but failed miserably and were digging themselves into bigger holes. Mo Yeon told Shi Jin to follow her leaving Myung Ju and Dae Young alone. As they left Yoo Ji noticed three people behind the wall and she went over and found Woo Geun, Cheol Ho, and Gwang Nam.

“What are you doing?” she murmured, hiding with them

“I was right. It was obvious it was a blind date.” Gwang Nam broke his stare off with Yoo Ji, well it wasn’t really a stare-off, she avoided his gaze.

“You’re talking about the first birthday party of Bravo Team's Sergeant Park's son? They both disappeared right after they gave their presents” Cheol Ho confirmed.

Woo Geun sighed in annoyance and brought out money to pay the bet that he had with Gwang Nam, Yoo Ji smirked, it seemed like Woo Geun was horrible at making winning bets.

“They said that a high school classmate's father had passed away.” Woo Geun scoffed

“It doesn't even make sense that the two of them would have the same classmate.” Gwang Nam told him, they didn't go to school together. Yoo Ji chuckled

“They couldn't even get their story straight with us either.” Cheol Ho smiled. 

“A room full of special forces agents and none of them can lie correctly” Yoo Ji mused, shaking her head. Yoo Ji turned and left them.

“Nurse Choi called Mo Yeon because of an Emergency in the Medi-cube, Yoo Ji made her way there, Sang Hyun and Nurse Ha followed her. Mo Yeon arrived before them.

“The narcotics are gone,” Nurse Choi Min Ji said.

“Who would’ve taken them?” Sang Hyun pondered.

“All the patients are here and nothing else is missing” Nurse Ha stated.

“Not everyone, someone has been missing” Mo Yeon sighed, getting out her radio.

“Has anyone seen Fatima lately?” 

“Come on we need to find Shi Jin” Yoo Ji informed Mo Yeon.

Once they found him, they made their way into town, the bar valentine ran might have information.

“How have you been?” Shi Jin greeted Val, Yoo Ji nodded in acknowledgment at the girl.

“You need something,” Val stated, getting straight to the point.

“Information. A red dress, a 15-year-old girl. She's stealing narcotics.” Shi Jin gave her the basic info. Val shook her head, already refusing his request.

“I keep telling you, we sell everything here except women and information” she reiterated.

“Val please, this is urgent and serious.” Yoo Ji pleaded for her to hear them out.

“You don’t have to, but there must be someone else who could” Shi Jin interrupted.

“Please, she’s only 15 years old,” Shi Jin asked again. Val cleared her throat and looked away, she sighed and rang someone up on her phone.

“Where is the black market for narcotics?”

As soon as they got the location, Yoo Ji paid Val the amount she wanted and they were set on their way. 

“How do we find it?” Mo Yeon asked once they reached the place, there were a bunch of buildings that looked run down and were on the verge of collapsing. They didn't wait long until they heard a girl scream. They ran over to the sound.

“Son of a bitch! were you lying to me this whole time?” Fatima asked angrily.

“No, Fatima you trusted me too much, now follow me before I beat you harder,” the boy said as he held Fatima by her hair.

“Stop! Don’t touch her” Yoo Ji shouted at the boy. 

“Is he a soldier?”  one of the boys asked, Yoo Ji sighed.

“Your uniform is always bringing us trouble” she Sighed as she looked at the boys pulling out their weapons.

“Don’t worry, we have more weapons than him,” the leader, Yoo Ji assumed, said.

“I hope you weren’t looking for us” he continued with a smirk on his face as all three of them put their hands up in surrender.

“More guns? Why are there guns every day? What kind of country is this?” Mo Yeon whined as she felt fear penetrate her, Yoo Ji chuckled.

“It's because you both ran in with no plan,” Shi Jin told her.

“If we came later, she might’ve been hurt more” Mo Yeon refuted. Yoo Ji is still making eye contact with the leader.

“Yes, good job because Fatima will be fine while we get shot at” Shi Jin’s sarcastic voice was lowered but Yoo Ji still heard him. 

“What are they saying?” one of the goons, asked.

“Who cares? Put your gun down if you don't want to die” the leader told the captain.

“What the hell are we going to do now?” Mo Yeon asked.

“Well, it isn't like there isn't a way” Shi Jin said as he evaluated the situation.

“Seven guns. Mun Yoo Ji takes the right side. I'll take the left side.” he joked, Yoo Ji nodded.

“Don't be scared,” he whispered to Mo Yeon. 

“I hope you were serious” Yoo Ji gritted her teeth readying herself to fight with speed she never used to beat the boys with machines that can kill her in twenty seconds.

“Let’s see if you're really made of what you say you are,” Shi Jin said to Yoo Ji with a chuckle.

“Okay, let’s make a deal” Shi Jin moved forward, with his hands still raised in surrender.

“I’ll drop my weapon and you let the girls go”

“What do you mean, you’re gonna drop your weapon and the girls get on their knees now” the boy refuted shaking his gun around. Yoo Ji noticed his loose grip, either from carelessness or from inexperience. Probably only shot it once or twice before today. She surveyed the other boys and found them to be pretty much the same.

“Huh, I thought I could fool him” he paused, “okay, no more jokes when I say now, you run back to the car and wait by the door,” he instructed Mo Yeon. 

“Five minutes should do it,” he evaluated once again.

“You’re overestimating my ability to move fast enough to avoid the guns Captain Yoo, make that 10” Yoo Ji added.

“If five minutes pass and we’re not out, just leave no matter what.” he continued, ignoring Yoo Ji’s comment.

“Oh god, Gwang Nam is going to kill me” Shi Jin glanced at Yoo Ji. 

“I’ll try to spare you by not getting injured,” Yoo Ji told him.

“What is that bastard saying? Shut up and drop your weapon” the leader said moving towards them and putting his hand to stabilize the gun in his other.

“Okay, okay” Shi Jin muttered. 

“I’ll drop it, do you like this spot?” Shi Jin asked with a small smile on his lips.

“I can’t use this gun anyway” Shi Jin continued, the boys can’t understand him still because he was speaking Korean but Yoo Ji understood. He’d had to write a lot of reports.

Yoo Ji realized that he was going to take the leader’s gun and use that instead, so she quickly picked a target and zeroed in on his actions. 

Shi Jin waited until the boy was lowered enough and slid his gun backward and jammed the boy’s hand upwards so he couldn't shoot him. 

“Now!” Mo Yeon sprung in action and so did Fatima. Yoo Ji quickly grabbed the boy’s hand towards one of the other boys so that he wouldn't shoot, and then kicked him in his stomach so he would double over. She quickly was able to get his gun.

“You think I’ll get arrested if I use the gun” Yoo Ji wondered out loud to Shi Jin.

“Yes!” he yelled back. She huffed and threw the gun far away from their reach. Shi Jin was able to grab another boy’s gun and twisted his elbow so he had no control of his hand and shot in the clutter of boys’ direction but didn’t hit anyone specific mostly to scare them and to make them back off. 

Yoo Ji yelped as she heard the gun go off and quickly punch another boy coming at her. She disabled another gun as another smaller boy came at her, the gun in her hand went slamming down on his shoes. He yelled in pain and she looked away and saw Shi Jin do the same.

“Aw man, now you're just stealing my moves,” she called out to him, but she was running out of breath, she breathed hard as a blond boy circled around her, his hands on his gun shaking. 

“Do you even know how to shoot that?” Yoo Ji asked him in English, taunting him. He clicked his safety off but didn't get a chance to press the trigger before Yoo Ji hit his knee cap to the side, breaking it. He fell to his knees and she kneed his nose, he dropped the gun and she kicked it toward the other pile of guns.

She held her breath, noticing a boy sneaking towards the direction Fatima ran to take cover in, her call of warning died in her throat as Shi Jin started shooting towards the boys’ shoes making his fall and stay down. She didn't think he was shot, just knocked out. He started walking backward towards Fatima, who didn't run with Mo Yeon to the car as Yoo Ji assumed. Yoo Ji breathed hard.

“Well this was a work out” she tried to slow down her breathing. She started making her way to them when she saw the boys getting up and starting to shoot again, she rolled her eyes and snuck up behind one of them and elbowed the back of his head, knocking him out. 

“Why don't you guys stay down” she growled. They pointed their guns between her, Shi Jin, and Fatima.

“Shouldn’t Mo Yeon do something to help us?” Yoo Ji shouted at the Captain.

“I told her to leave if we don’t come out” he yelled back as he ran out of bullets and took cover behind the old truck. He tried to reach for another gun but couldn't get it in time. 

“Now what?” Yoo Ji yelled as she kicked another boy away from her and grabbed his gun and pointed at him. Her question went unanswered as she heard a car come screeching towards them, she managed to roll out of the way. She glanced at the car to see it was the military car that they came in and Mo Yeon was driving it now. 

She suddenly backtracked the car almost crushing Shi Jin’s hand,

“Hurry, get in!” she told Shi Jin. Yoo Ji who was on the other side of the car from Shi Jin opened the door and jumped inside the front passenger seat while Shi Jin and Fatima got in the back. As they made their way back, Mo Yeon was grinning.

“Wow, awesome! This is totally exciting!” she said laughing. Yoo Ji looked back towards Shi Jin who looked at her disbelief. Yoo Ji and Shi Jin were heaving, trying to catch their breath from fighting a whole gang.

“I'm still excited! Did you become a soldier for this?” Mo Yeon asked the Captain.

“I fought off the enemy!” she yelled in glee. 

“You mean you ran over the enemy, we fought off the enemy” Yoo Ji responded with amusement in her voice.

“You almost ran me over too!” Shi Jin told her.

“I knew you would avoid it, it was all calculated” Mo Yeon replied with a grin on her face.

“With calculations like that, how did you make it through medical school?” he grunted in the back. Yoo Ji chuckled.

“She could save people but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t put them in hospitals” Yoo Ji replied jokingly, which Mo Yeon fake glared at her. The car started slowing down and came to a stop.

“What’s wrong with this car?” Mo Yeon asked in confusion.

“Why don’t you know? You beat it up too much, this woman now wrecked three cars” he said Yoo Ji laughed as she got out of the car.

“I'll try to get in contact with anyone nearby.” Shi Jin pulled out his walkie talkie.

“Big Boss transmitting. The location is roughly 15 km from the city towards the barracks. The car is down. If there is any soldier within the radius, contact me.” Captain Yoo said. A second later Dae Young’s voice responded.

“Wolf transmitting. Currently on landmine operation in the direction of Phantom Village.”

“What’s the matter? Why do you always get stuck on roads?” Dae Young’s voice cut through with a bit of an edge.

“No kidding” Shi Jin responded while looking at the car engine.

“I’ll send Sergeant Gong” Dae Young sighed. 

“They’re sending Cheol Ho to pick us up,” Shi Jin told the girls. Mo Yeon took Fatima a little farther to scold her while Yoo Ji stayed near the car

They were finally able to make it back to the base and Mo Yeon went to take a shower and Yoo Ji decided that she should do the same, her muscles will start to ache from her vigorous workout. As soon as Yoo Ji got out of the shower the lights went out. She sighed and felt her way back to her room.

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-The Next Morning-

The Alpha team got the news that manager Jin got arrested for identity fraud by the Mohoru Police and then one of the patients told Shi Jin and Dae young that manager Jin has a fistful of diamonds. Shi Jin concluded that he was probably on the run from someone. 

*The Alpha team gets all suited up in all black and goes to save the manager but it's a black op so it’s not officially said that they rescued the man. While they are there Shi Jin faces off with Agus one more time. As he is the one that’s been haunting manager Jin down for the diamonds.* 

They came back with the man and he was put into the Medi-Cube. Shi Jin was interrogating him. When Manager Jin started coughing and calling for a doctor. It turns out he has internal bleeding from the diamonds. 

Yoo Ji sighed as she shook her head trying to shake away the dizziness. Damn it's happening more often now. She felt light-headed and couldn't focus. Gwang Nam came running towards her, he looked so shaken up.

“Doctor Kang and First Lieutenant Yoon” he stated but paused. 

“They’re in OR, what’s wrong?” Yoo Ji said, confused.

“Manager Jin has the M virus” Gwang Nam spilled out finally. Yoo Ji’s chair fell as she suddenly stood up.

“What?!” her voice rang through the room. 

“They are in isolation in the OR” Gwang Nam informed her. Yoo Ji’s dizziness was forgotten as she booked it towards the Medi-Cube, Gwang Nam following her. 

Once she arrived, she found Shi Jin and Dae Young glued to the doors separating the girls from the rest of them. She pushed through the doctors and stood in between the men.

“The U.S. base has a laboratory but I am not sure they will cooperate,” Myung Ju said.

“I'll take care of that,” Shi Jin said as he opened his phone.

“I'll go prepare the transportation,” Dae Young said as he ran out. 

“What’s going on?” Yoo Ji’s voice was strong but her eyes wavered, looking at both her friends.

“Manager Jin seems to have the M Virus, we both got contaminated by blood” Myung Ju responded. 

“We’ll be ok,” Mo Yoeon assured Yoo Ji. 

Yoo Ji started swaying slightly, the rush of adrenaline had left her body and all she felt now was exhaustion, days of not sleeping, and not getting any rest was taking its toll on her. Her swaying got more noticeable and Mo Yeon gasp alerted everyone that's wasn’t aware, as Yoo Ji almost hit the floor. Gwang Nam swooped in and supported Yoo Ji holding onto her waist. Shi Jin looked at Yoo Ji with complete shock. 

“What is wrong with her?” Gwang Nam asked.

“She needs an IV and dextrose solution, she needs rest” Mo Yeon instructed one of the nurses. This wasn’t the first time this happened, but it put everyone on edge, the circumstances were horrible.

“Overexertion and insomnia, she’ll be fine.” Mo Yeon explained, “we’ll be fine” Myung Ju looked at Mo Yeon with concern for Yoo Ji while she was also anxious about their own situation. Gwang Nam settled Yoo Ji on one of the beds.

Captain Yoo and Deputy Leader Seo came back, Gwang Nam saw both of them march to the OR. Gwang Nam peaked at the situation, Dae Young hugged Myung Ju tightly and wouldn’t let go. Gwang Nam figured that she’s probably the one that got it. He looked back at Yoo Ji, she was sleeping peacefully, but once she wakes up, he’ll have to tell her.

[itsanerdlife]

Mistakes Made 27/30

Pairing: Peter  Parker x Reader

Warning: Self doubt. Violence. Anger. Back stabbing. Lying. Arguing. Separation. Blood. Law breaking. Cat Fights. Stalking. A lot of anger. Team fighting. Feelings of being pathetic. Sneaking around. Betrayal.

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Three Parts Left!!!

He steps into her room, Buck and Clint behind him. Her room is covered in boxes, notebooks, stray pieces of papers, files, surrounding her on the floor of her room.

“Y/N?” He steps towards her hesitantly. She had all her attention on the contents she had stolen.

“Well this explains who raided your room.” Buck nods, looking around.

“Babe?” Peter tries.

“I did a thing.” She looks up at him with wide eyes.

“Are those, classified experiment notes?” Clint leans in, looking at the things on the floor.

“I did a thing.” She repeats, holding a file to her chest.

“Oh I see that.” Peter smiles softly, sitting on the edge of her bed. “You stole very classified information.” He points out, looking around. “You know that’s not okay.” He looks at her, she chews her bottom lip, looking around as well. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asks.

“I’m not crazy.” She warns him.

“Oh no babe, you are.” He chuckles softly.

“Switch blade, Parker.” Clint coughs.

“Tony’s crazy. Nat’s really unstable.” Peter nods, assuring his girlfriend she wasn’t the only crazy one. “I’m unstable. If you’re crazy, babe I’m crazy too.” He smiles at her. “I mean look who my father is, who raised me.” He points out. Buck nods, as if this was a good point.

“Holly leaked information about you and Tony, to Hammer Inc.” She blurts out.

“How do you know?” Buck looks shocked. Peter nods, it sounded about right.

“She’s right.” The four of them turn looking at the door. Nat leans on the frame smirking at them.

“Shit.” Buck and Clint mutter at the same time.

“How do you, how?” Y/N squints at Nat.

“Oh please. I’m not stupid.” Nat strolls into the room. “I can’t believe you didn’t include me.” She scuffs offended.

“Look Nat we’re sorry.” Buck scrambles. She looks over at him quickly.

“You can buy me something pretty to make it up to me. You know I love secrets.” She lifts a brow. Buck nods slowly.

“I saw that coming.” He admits.

“I know you didn’t come here empty handed, red.” Y/N watches her friend.

“Holly is in bed with Hammer Inc. She’s a double agent.” Nat smirks.

“I knew it! I knew it!” Y/N pumps her fist, she does a little dance with her upper body. “Yes! Yes!” She squeals, the four of them watching her. She stops, clearing her throat. “Moving on.” She brushes back loose strands. “Let’s put this together, all that we know.” She nods.

“We need to do this somewhere more secure.” Clint points out, looking around Y/N’s room.

“Follow me. I know a place.” Peter sighs, leaning forward he gathers up the notebooks, papers and files, shoving them into the file box Y/N stole.

“Y/N you know you look a little,” Clint pauses thinking about the word he wanted to use. Buck’s grabbing Y/N’s laptop off the desk.

“Crazy as fuck.” Buck chuckles.

“Hey, your girlfriend is a secret loving, sadistic, nut job too.” Peter points at Buck.

“I always knew we were meant to be friends.” Y/N grins at Nat.

“Crazy goes hand in hand.” Nat winks at her.

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“I didn’t know you could do this.” You tap on the secured windows of the lab. Iron door phase activated.

“Tony’s a little of a dooms day conspiracist.” Peter snorts, pulling things out of the boxes from your room. Things you’d stolen for more information.

“You don’t say?” Clint laughs.

“As much as I love bashing on Tony. Maybe we save his ass and Steve’s first?” Buck looks around.

“What my ass isn’t included in this saving?” Peter scuffs in fake offense.

“Your girlfriend carries a switch blade.” Clint points out. Your head tips from side to side, he had a point.

“Also seriously unstable.” Buck snorts. You shrug, nodding as well.

“Do you really need saving?” Nat asks. You look around, eyeing the blue electric, pulse coming from the small globe sitting on one of the tables.

“If I touch this,” you point down at the globe “will it hurt? And if that answer is yes, can I make Sam touch it?” You look from the globe to Peter who sighs, shaking his head.

“Who saves him from her?” Buck laughs, Peter pats the chair for you next to him.

“He wouldn’t want to be saved.” Nat snorts. “She’s a rare, hot assassin trader card to him.”

“I mean,” Clint nods, shrugging. You drop into the seat, placing your legs over Peter’s lap.

“I can’t believe you stole my classified notes.” Peter shakes his head, flipping through a notebook.

“Really?” The other three blink at him.

“It’s what I do.” You shrug. “You shouldn’t be surprised.” You smile pretty at him. Picking up a file, leaning back into the chair.

“I need your laptop.” Nat tells you before she’s pulling it out of one of the boxes.

“It’s got a crypted hard drive, can’t be back tracked.” You explain. Feeling eyes on you, your fingers points lazily at Peter.

“Why don’t you do that for me?” Nat pouts softly, opening your laptop.

“Want a new pistol?” Buck smirks, still flipping through a notebook. Nat smiles, settling in, clearly satisfied with his reply.

“Awe I’m jelly.” You pout, looking up.

“Shhh.” Peter pats your leg. “I’ll upgrade your mission suit after this.” He nods slowly. You grin, going back to the file.

“I feel left out.” Clint pouts.

“Coffee maker is over there.” Peter jerks his thumb over his shoulder.

“Peter does love me.” Clint grins, getting up.

Moments pass, the five of you quiet as you work to put together what was there.

“How did she get that they were going to use Peter against Tony from this?” Clint scratches the back of his head as he flips through pictures.

“How do they know about you and mom?” Peter glances at you, and back to the photos.

“Because she’s been feeding them information.” Nat turns your laptop around. She hacked into Holly’s laptop, finding all the hidden information.

“Hammer wants your blood, and Tony’s research.” You look up from the classified experiment notes. “Holly knows about the experiments you and Tony have been doing.” You look over at Peter. “She said so herself. She wasn’t privileged to Avengers Experiments. How would she know that term? Peter these aren’t in the system, you didn’t even tell me about these, so Pepper can’t know either.” You hold up the notes.

“What happened to the old days when they wanted more super soldiers?” Clint sighs, scrapping his hands down his face.

“Hammer wants to be God.” Buck looks up, eyes flicking from Peter to you. “To hold the cure to all and any illness or disease.” The five of you exchange a look.

“Fuck this is so bad.” You shove your fingers into your hair.

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[holylulusworld]

The morning after - Part 1

Summary: Reader wakes up next to the Winchesters…naked. Like always - after the fun there will be consequences.

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam, Castiel

Warnings: language, implied smut, smut (flashbacks), unplanned pregnancy (wrap it kiddos!), angst, sad reader, jealous reader (a bit)

The morning after Masterlist

Waking up your head feels like it got hit with a baseball bat. Your mouth tastes like whiskey mixed with the taste of someone else’s tongue.

Flinching you realize you’re completely naked and your whole body feels exhausted.

Turning around you see someone lying next to you…naked. God what did you do last night?

Trying to figure out who lies next to you, you tilt your head. Oh god…Sam…Sam is laying next to you…a naked Sam.

Ashamed you turn around only to see Dean on the other side of the bed…naked too.

Fucking shit what did you do last night? According to your soreness and exhaustion you assume you had sex … with both men.

Hiding your face in the palms of your hands you try to calm down. Your mind is racing and your head is spinning. God how did you end up in bed with your hunting partners?

The hunt…whiskey…a lot of whiskey. Trying to focus what happened last night you close your eyes.

You drank with the boys and then you played... oh fuck Dean suggested strip poker. You remember Dean won; of course he won that little fucker.

You were left in your underwear. You remember kissing Sam to at least keep your panties…

You remember Dean kissing down your spine…then…nothing…blank…

Fuck what did you do? Groaning you take a deep breathe … Maybe you didn’t fuck them?

But the sticky feeling between your thighs tells another story…oh god you didn’t use protection? Shit, shit…you’re on birth control…but shit!

Wait did you take your pill yesterday? Oh god, did you?

Whining you try to remember but all you can remember is Sam eating you out…fuck he was good at it! Focus, Y/N, goddamn focus!

But the next thing you remember is Dean switching places with Sam and shit his cock … fuck … so deep inside of you. Groaning he fucked you into the mattress.

Focus…did you take your pill? But your mind is busy showing you Dean and you moving in sync while Sam is watching and shit you came so hard and then…no, no…then you fucked Sam too. Awesome!

He was even bigger and rough…shit Sammy was rough. You never thought he would … fucking shit focus! Did you take your pill?

Whining you try to remember anything useful, but all you can see is Sam and Dean fucking you in the best way possible.

“God what did I do? Fuck!” You mutter.

“Correct Sweetheart!” Dean chuckles.

“Dude! Not so loud!” Sam groans.

“What did we do?” You whisper.

“We had fun last night.” Dean answers.

“Dean we crossed a line!” You mutter.

“Sorry but you were so hot and half naked…” Sam groans kissing your shoulder.

“I think I need a shower.”

“All three of us.” Dean chuckles wiggling his eyebrow.

“Not a chance, I can’t remember much but I’m beyond sore.” You scold.

“What a pity. Maybe we should make you remember?” Dean groans before kissing you roughly.

“Did one of you use protection?” You ask.

“Shit…not.” Sam stammers. “Dean?”

“Fuck…no…we were too busy…shit. Birth control?”

“I’m on pill but I can’t remember if I took it yesterday.”

“Wait you swallowed a pill before we drank whiskey.” Sam says and you sigh relieved.

“Thank Chuck!”

“So shower all three of us?” Dean insists.

“Dean I’m sore and maybe we shouldn’t do this again…” You whisper.

“But you had fun too.” Sam whines.

“I barely remember the fun! I was beyond drunk…”

“You said you want us … both.” Dean insists.

“I can’t remember.” You lie.

Jumping out of the bed you almost run into the shower.

“Do you think she regrets last night?” Sam asks sad.

“No, she lied. Can see through he façade. She’s a bit ashamed I guess.”

2 weeks later

Watching the boys flirting with another chick you feel anger boiling up your stomach. They fucked you and told you you’re something special and now they… well after the fight the morning after you guess Sam and Dean aren’t interested any longer.

Sighing you watch them until…oh god…Why is your stomach rumbling? …shit… Running into the restrooms you say goodbye to your dinner. What’s wrong with you?

Since over a week you feel exhausted, your stomach rumbles and…oh no…god, please no.

Leaving the bar you storm toward your car. There was a drugstore nearby the motel.

After buying a pregnancy test you drove back to the motel. Starring at the positive test in your hand you start crying. Sitting on the bathroom floor you don’t know what to do.

“No, no.” You sob.

“Hey, what’s up Y/N?” Sam asks concerned. You didn’t realize they came back too.

Sobbing you show him the positive pregnancy test.

“You’re pregnant?”

Nodding you start crying. “Don’t cry, maybe it’s wrong.” Sam tries to sooth you.

“Hey, whoa what did you do Sammy?” Dean grunts.

“She’s pregnant.”

“Baby, don’t cry. Does the father know?” Sam asks.

“What? I don’t know who the father is!” You yell.

“So many guys?” Sam asks again.

“No! Only you two in the last two years. I didn’t have sex with someone else! How can you think … I’m not a whore!” You sob.

“I thought you’re on birth control.” Sam says.

“I am and you said I took my pill.”

“You see…I’m not sure.” He stammers now and Dean eyes widen.

“But you said you saw me taking my pill! If I would’ve known I could’ve taking plan B!” You yell at Sam.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t want to kill the mood, so I lied.” Sam admits.

“Great! Now I’m pregnant and got no clue who knocked me up!” You grunt. Starting to cry again you can’t stop the tears from falling down. Honestly you always wanted a baby, but not like that.

“Hey, we’re going to fix this.” Dean tries to sooth you.

“Fix? A baby ain’t a car!” You grunt.

“Do you want to keep it?” Sam asks softly.

“I don’t know…” Sniffing you wipe away the tears. You already made your decision seeing the two blue stripes.

“You want to keep it - right?” Dean says smiling.

Humming you look at the test again. “Don’t worry I’ll leave the bunker. Still got my old hut.” You whisper.

“You won’t leave pregnant with my baby.” Sam orders.

“Minutes ago you thought I fucked so many guys that I don’t know who the father is.” You snap at him.

“Hey Sammy didn’t mean it that way. Let’s bring you home. Castiel can check the baby and we make an appointment for an ultrasound.” Dean whispers. Picking you up he carefully places you on the bed.

“I should leave. You two don’t want a baby with a one night stand.” You whisper.

“How dare you calling the mother of our child a one night stand!” Sam scolds.

“But that’s the truth. You were head over heels for the chick at the bar. I was just an easy lay for one night, nothing more.”

“We weren’t head over heels. She was a vamp. Killed her outside the bar.” Dean explains.

“Oh…” Casting your look down you play nervously with your fingers.

“Let’s drive back to the bunker and Cas checks on you. Tomorrow we’ll make an appointment for you to see a doctor.” Sam says softly.

“Okay…”

Smiling Sam picks you up to carry you toward the Impala. “I can walk Sam.” You scold.

“No, you didn’t feel well.” Placing you into the backseat Sam sits next to you.

“Lay in my lap, I’ll stroke your back. I read that this can help a pregnant woman relax.”

“You read an article about pregnant women?” You ask giggling.

“Always be prepared.” Sam states.

“Not always…”

“Sorry, this is all Dean’s and my fault. We were too hot and bothered … too eager to finally be with you to think straight.”

“I decided to drink so much and if I remember right I kissed you first…well to keep my panties.”

“But in the end you lost your panties too.” Dean says chuckling.

“Not funny Dean.”

“Come one Y/N it was funny. Now I’ll drive us back and then we make you feel comfortable. But first Cas will check on you.” Starting the engine Dean looks in the rear view mirror at you smiling.

“We don’t know who the father is.” You whisper.

“Doesn’t matter. We are the father, both of us. So don’t worry, we’ll take care of you and our baby.” Dean states not excepting any argument.

Back at the bunker Dean drags Cas out of his room to check on you.

“Cas please check on Y/N she’s pregnant from one of us.” Dean pleas.

Smiling Castiel touches your belly. Closing his eyes his features darken.

“We’ve got a problem. There are two babies. Y/N is pregnant with a new vessel for Michael…” At this words Dean starts smiling and Sam sighs disappointed.

“…and a new vessel for Lucifer.” Castiel ends his sentence concerned.

Sam looks at your stunned form, hugging you tight he can’t stop smiling. You’re going to have his baby and well Dean’s, but you’re going to have a baby with him.

“Oh god…two babies?” You whisper scared.

“Shhh…we’re going to make this work.” Dean tries to sooth you. Gently stroking your back he locks eyes with Sam. Nodding Sam let go of you so Dean can hold you tight.

“How can Y/N be pregnant from both of you?” Castiel asks confused.

“Well…we…had sex together.” Sam blurs out.

“Oh…I see.” Turning crimson Cas casts his look down. “We need to keep her safe. Not just the demons will be after her, the angels too.”

“She’s our girl, the mother of our children. We’ll make sure she’s safe.” Dean states holding you even tighter.

“We kill everyone who tries to come close to her.” Sam adds. Kissing the crown of your head he smiles again.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I just leave…”

“No.” Dean says tighten his embrace.

“But we only had sex as we were drunk!” You insist.

“I wasn’t drunk and Sammy only had half a whiskey. We just…we know we shouldn’t have taken advantage of your drunken state but we always wanted you.” Dean rasps.

“Oh…you wanted me?”

“Always…we just agreed you’re off limits, but when you kissed Sammy and then me we couldn’t resist any longer.”

“Do you want to do it again?” You ask biting your lip.

“God, yes.” Sam groans behind you.

“Then we should do it sober this time as I want to remember every detail...”

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[odderancyart]

Warnings: PTSD, flashbacks, abuse

I wanted to write Razz - who has been abused, both mentally and physically, by his queen - meeting Goat Mum

Running his fingers over the book spines lined up along the walls, Razz smiled. His eyes sparkled as he looked out over the bookshop Papyrus had brought him to. There were so many books. And they were available to anyone, for almost no money at all, lined up in dark brown bookshelves, filling every wall of the small shop. Never in his life had he been able to even dream of such a thing before everything went to hell and he and Slim had been forced to search refuge in Undertale. Which had been humiliating at the time, that he, the Maleficent Sans, Lieutenant of the Royal Guard, had to plead to their counterparts to let them stay because Slim had been an idiot who openly spoke ill of the queen, and thus got the death penalty immediately.

But now… In all honesty, he was grateful. Even if he’d lost some of his prestige coming here, it had been a good decision. His gaze caught on one of the books, a bright red one. Curious, he pulled it out. It felt different than the others in his hand – leather, he realized. It was leather bound, and the cover was decorated in gold. The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy. They’d watched the movie only two weeks ago. He considered it, regarding the price tag. Nineteen dollars. Back in Swapfell, he would’ve choked if he’d seen a book sold so cheaply. Especially a new one. As the lieutenant, he’d had access to the Royal Library, but those books weren’t his. He was only allowed to them on the mercy of the Queen – a privilege he’d lost many times because of his failure.

He swallowed as a shiver travelled up his spine, and shook his head. No. Not his failure. Her cruelty. The Undertale brothers had allowed them to stay on the condition that they went to therapy, and he was realizing now that what Her Majesty had done wasn’t justified, wasn’t right. It was abuse. But he didn’t want to think of that now. Just a moment of happiness, here surrounded by books, couldn’t be too much to ask. Doing his best to shove those thoughts back into the darkness of the back of his mind, he clung tighter onto the book. He’d buy it. Couldn’t pass up on such an opportunity after all, even if it was commonplace here. To him, it was precious.

“Have you found something?”

The bright voice made him twitch, but he nodded as Papyrus approached. The taller skeleton was holding a whole bunch of books in his arms. Some Young Adult, probably for Frisk, a book about mechanics, undoubtedly for Papyrus himself, and three different Sherlock Holmes-books. Discomfort crept upon Razz at the thought of wasting so much money on something not necessary, but he shook it off. Not his money, not his universe. The Tales didn’t need to save every penny to survive. He held up the book he’d chosen, and Papyrus nodded approvingly.

“Fantastic! A true classic, according to Red.” Red, who, to Razz’s shock and great amusement, studied literature after the monsters of Underfell reached the Surface. Oh, how he’d laughed when he’d found that out, and then been forced to dodge the bullets his counterpart had thrown on him. Good times.

“I can’t believe how cheap books are here,” he commented, stroking his finger over the gold engravings of the cover. “Something like this would’ve cost an arm and a leg back home.” Either that, or a full body, if you didn’t have gold. Many vendors would take that instead. But he didn’t mention that. It wasn’t like he ever would’ve agreed to that, so it wasn’t relevant.

The look on Papyrus’ face was both concerned and happy as he shrugged. “They’re cheaper on the Surface than they were Underground. Though I’m certain books in Swapfell were even more expensive than those we had.”

Razz nodded. Everything had been. Swapfell was an oligarchy, and resources were hoarded by those who could afford to live any other way than hand-to-mouth. He glanced meaningfully at the pile in Papyrus’ arms. “Undoubtedly.”

He only received a grin.

The bells hanging over the front door to the shop tinkled, signalling someone had entered. A teenager’s laughter was heard, followed by a too-familiar voice. “Calm down, my child.”

The feminine voice sent sparks through Razz, and he stiffened, cold sweat dripping down his neck. Papyrus had turned away from him the moment they heard the laugh and didn’t see. “Frisk!” he greeted cheerfully. “Ms Toriel!”

“Papyrus, so nice to see you,” the warm voice said, and a face he’d never forget stepped toward them, a thirteen-year-old following behind, smiling brightly. But Razz didn’t pay that any mind. The white goat monster towered above him, dressed in a royal purple dress, the Delta Rune decorating her chest as a diamond brooch. Queen Toriel, looking down at him, fury shining in her eyes as he just stood there, staring at her. He couldn’t move, his limbs had frozen. Her throne towered behind her, its back reaching almost all the way to the ceiling, and dead flowers crunched beneath her feet as she took a step forward, raising a clawed hand.

Pain flashed through his body as his knee hit the wooden floor, but he hardly registered it. “My Queen,” he whispered, but his voice shook, and he cursed himself. Weak, a voice in his head whispered. It sounded exactly like hers.

Paws against the floor. He dared glancing up, mouth dry as a desert, and he saw her come closer. Instinctually, he braced himself for pain. A soft, fuzzy hand was placed on his shoulder. Razz couldn’t stop the tremors shaking his body, the hitching of his breath. Claws digging into his shoulders. A fiery agony, and he’s curled up on the floor, sobbing as he tries to protect his broken ribs from further damage. “Disappointing,” a voice says. A voice he’d always admired. A voice he owed everything. “I expected more from you, Lieutenant.”

A voice he’d left.

Oh Angel, she was going to kill him, wouldn’t she? He’d betrayed her. Committed treason when he fled with his brother. Razz squeezed his eyes shut, but it couldn’t close out the images of her throne room, decorated with dusty children’s toys. Like a twisted nursery.

Forcing himself to take a deep breath, to stop trembling, he clenched his fists against the floor. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” he forced out, managing to keep his voice steady. The words felt gross in his mouth.

“Oh- Oh,” she said, and throwing him off. Why did she sound uncertain? “For what, my friend? And you needn’t call me Your Majesty, I am no longer the queen. Toriel is just fine.”

What? He dared to steal a glance upwards. Three sets of eyes were staring at him. He met a pair of red eyes, and he bit down on his tongue as he quickly turned them down again. He tasted blood and phantom pains wracked his body already. He met her gaze without permission. But she gave him a command. “Toriel,” he whispered. The name tasted like ash without the Queen in front of it. “My apologies, To-” He broke off, taking a shaky breath. The word was stuck in his throat.

“Razz?” A gentle voice said, and the hand finally left his shoulder. The heat and weight had begun to grow intolerable. Someone knelt in front of him. “Razz, deep breaths. Look at me.” His brother’s voice, but without the roughness the smoking had given it.

He looked up, meeting soft orange eyelights, and intent gently pressed against his soul, asking to be let in. Safety/Protectiveness/Control. Razz began to shake. He dug his fingertips into his palms, hissing at the pain as they drew blood. “Papyrus?”

“Yes, I’m here,” Papyrus replied, rubbing soothing circles over his neck with his thumb. “And so are you. Queen Toriel isn’t here. You’re safe. Your brother is safe. No one is going to hurt either of you. We’re safe.”

“I- I’m sorry, Your- Your Majesty, I- I can’t-” Couldn’t use that name, couldn’t disrespect her like that. Couldn’t endanger both himself and his brother. His teeth chattered, suddenly he felt cold, and he didn’t know why.

“Shhh.” Papyrus hushed him. “Can I hold you? Is that okay?”

After a moment of hesitation, Razz nodded. Warm arms embraced him, holding him gently so he didn’t feel trapped. He gasped, clutching onto Papyrus’ shirt, hiding his face in it. The scent of soap and faint remains of oil had his soul settling somewhat.

“I-” that familiar voice mumbled, making him tense again. “I think we should go. Come, my child. It was nice seeing you again, Papyrus.”

Papyrus only hummed a reply, and Razz could finally breathe again as she disappeared, as he couldn’t feel her familiar presence anymore. He remained in Papyrus’ arms for another while before shaking them off, standing up and exhaling slowly. Rolling his shoulders, he glanced nervously around. They were alone in this part of the shop, luckily. No one had seen his breakdown. Thank the Angel.

“Are you alright?” The question was gentle, unjudgmental.

Razz shook his head, clenching his fists to keep them from trembling. Slipped into the façade of the soldier he’d had many years to make perfect. “Can we go home?” His voice was quiet, soft. He needed to check with his brother, remind himself that they were safe. Embarrassment flushed his cheeks. Oh fuck. That had been Undertale Toriel. He’d broken down in front of a stranger, a stranger who didn’t even have an ounce of power after she abdicated. A teacher.

“Of course. Do you want to buy the book first?”

He only nodded, bowing down to pick it up from the floor after wiping off his blooded palms against his black trousers. He hadn’t even noticed he dropped it. Much to his relief, it had landed on its side, and was completely unharmed. Pressing it to his chest, Razz glanced toward the counter, made of dark wood, which was empty. A little silver bell stood on it, for calling on the clerk. “I’ll be right back.”

Papyrus nodded, his smile encouraging.

Razz still felt cold as ice when he made his way toward the counter, clutching The Scarlet Pimpernel like a lifeline. But he kept his claws folded toward his palms rather than into the leather. He couldn’t damage something so precious, after all.

He was still trembling.