i want to see what clever shit this bastard pulls off

Call Time (M)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Summary: Taehyung had just wanted to rant to his best friend about how ridiculous he looked.

Warningsanal fingering, dirty talk, phone sex, allusions to pet play *hint hint wink wink*, guided masturbation

A/N: This is the first part my little panda’s other birthday gift that I completely forgot to post soooooooo HERE YA GO MONNI I LOVE YOU V MUCH!!!! Rogue pls don’t kill me ok


Taehyung huffed in exasperation. He looked ridiculous. Absolutely, certifiably ridiculous. He had purposely chosen to dye his hair this obnoxiously vibrant shade of red for the very simple fact that he didn’t want to wear the damn ears and tail in the first place. But his best friend being The Indomitable and Resourceful Park Jimin, Taehyung really shouldn’t have been surprised that he would find the fuzziest appendages possible that just so happened to perfectly match his new hair color. Honestly, Taehyung was beginning to question why he even considered the impish little brat a friend when he so often and so willingly broke their most sacred Best Friends Blood Oath and Spit Pact of December 2010. 

He glared at his reflection once again, eyes stuck on the unnaturally “cute” ears peeking out from his tousled coppery locks. There was no way in hell he was going to go live looking like this. Nope, nuh uh. Kim Taehyung was willing to do a lot of things for his loyal fans–and had done a good chunk—except look unreasonably absurd. With another loud huff, he batted at the stupid triangles before snatching his phone off his bed to angrily tap at his best friend’s contact information.

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I haven’t posted fic in a bit, even though I’ve been writing a lot. So…. here’s a thing I typed up because Fuck The Cold.

Familiar!AU random fluff. 

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Jesse and Genji for the daemon AU!

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“So what’s your daemon supposed to be?” Dulce asks, the first time they meet Genji Shimada, and Jesse near-about dies on the spot.

The daemon in question bares its fangs, and even though neither it or Genji should have the strength to move, Jesse wastes no time in scooping up Dulce into the relative safety of his arms. “Shut up,” he hisses at her, and then to Genji, “I’m sorry, she ain’t got no manners.” 

“I’d say so,” Genji croaks, breath rasping out of his ruined throat. If looks could kill, Dulce’d be a little smear on the floor. 

“Sorry,” Jesse repeats, and beats a hasty retreat from the hospital room. 

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Daddy's Devil

Dean x Reader

Imagine being Lucifer’s daughter ad being taken by the Winchesters, but it’s not an average kidnapping.

Warnings: Language and something else

Word count: 579

   “You guys can’t just fucking keep me here. I’ve got shit to do, people to see,” you were stuck in some secret room, where exactly? You had no idea.

   “Oh and by ‘people to see’ you must mean kill,” Dean the douchebag, your dad was right. Winchesters were slippery snake little bastards. He smiled at his response, thinking he was clever.

   “You’re smile makes me want to kill myself,” instantly his smile was gone. “I heard about how you like to have certain fun activities with girls, and maybe boys?” you glanced at the angel Castiel. “I mean who could blame people for falling into bed with you. You’re hotter than the bottom of my laptop,”

   “She’s just like her annoying narcissistic dad,” Sam rolled his eyes, looking at you.

   “What can I say? I was made in Hell by Satan,” regardless of the fact that you had some magical handcuff things attached to your wrists, that you weren’t quite sure what they were, you were still the same smartass as always.

   “Don’t tell me you’re jealous that you can’t be a real girl,” as much as you hated to admit it, Dean was kind of like you.

   “I’m not jealous. I just fucking hate you,” all three of the boy’s looks turned sour. “I’m a flawless radiant creature and I’ll never falter under your hate,” a cute innocent smile appeared on your face.

   “Stop talking, God just stop talking,” now the oldest Winchester was holding his head in annoyance.

   “Hey! Watch your tone! That’s my grandpa you’re talking about,” a short giggle came from you’re still smiling lips. “If you want me to shut up-then make me,” your smile turned into a sick twisted smirk. You watched as Dean and the others turned and left. “Awe damn, looks like I bored you to death. Don’t leave! I need something to do!” to your surprise, Dean shut the “doors” and turned around. Now it was just the two of you.

   “I couldn’t care less what you want from any of us. You’re going to tell me where we can find Lucifer. He must’ve found a new vessel by now. It’s been weeks since his Vince Vicente thing,” he was mad, oh how you loved watching how the lack of information got under his skin.

   “Couldn’t care less about your teenage drama problems with Daddy Dearest,” now you were peering up into his eyes as he walked closer to you.

   “Well aren’t you just an adorable bundle of joy,” he touched your head, grabbing the side of your hair and pulling it as he did so.

   “Don’t fucking touch me you cunt,” trying your best to pull away, you spat the words at him. That’s when you noticed it. He had a thing for you. You peered into his eyes , looking at how he got a rise out of watching you fight him off. “Oh Dean, don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for lil’ old me,” his face turned cold. “You’re so sweet you just might give me diabetes,” instantly he presse his lips harshly against yours, having your hand tied up it was hard to return the favor. Pulling back reluctantly and gasping for air as you kept your hands in his perfect hair you spoke softly. “Don’t you need me to lead you back to my Daddy tonight?”

   “Not tonight,” he began to uncuff you, and you let him willingly. “Tonight-we’re gonna fuck shit up,” who would’ve thought Dean Winchester had a kink for the devils daughter?

Sass Don't Get You Anywhere,Mister. (Shield Foursome)

Imagine: You and The Shield are fuck buddies and you usually bottom but one day, Dean gets sassy (usually he runs the show) so you say that he needs to be a bottom for a day just for punishment. So, you top with the help of Roman and Seth.

“See, I told you guys she was going to bitch at us.” Dean grumbled at he ran a hand through his curls. You glared at him then snapped,“I’m not fucking bitching,I’m chewing your asses out for losing to those newbies.” Roman shot a glance to Seth who then transferred the look to Dean but you were too busy with your rant to notice what the Hounds were up to.

A hand wrapped itself through your hair before tugging, causing you to yelp and go silent, as Dean warned,“Listen, kitten, we don’t need your ass lecturing us on what we did wrong. If you hadn’t shook your ass at Tyler, we wouldn’t have lost. But since you wanted to act like a little slut, you’re gonna get treated like one.”

Your mouth went dry and you gulped in hopes to wet your mouth, only to see the looks in the boys’ faces. They weren’t fucking around today. Your (e/c) eyes blinked up at Dean in false innocence then you whimpered, “Can we take this back to the hotel, please, Sir?”

He chuckled at your pet name then nodded, releasing his grip on your hair. You all sat in silence as Roman drove you to the hotel before you hurried in the suite, knowing the consequences if you weren’t undressed by the time the boys arrived in the bedroom.

“You look very sexy tonight, Princess. Were you looking for a punishment, huh? Is that why you stated mouthing off to Dean?” Seth asked, his gloves still on his hands. Dean entered behind him with Roman following, but you never answered the two toned man’s question.

“Answer him, baby girl, before your night goes from bad to worse.” Roman warned, his deep voice playing as a soft caress against your skin. You nodded eagerly then replied, “Yes, Sir, I wanted to get punished tonight.” Dean let out a chuckle as he approached you then spat, “Whore. You just love the way we treat you. Our own little sex toy.”

Your temper flared and before you could stop, your hand smacked a print against his cheek. His head whipped to the side and he gave a wicked chuckle then asked, “You like that, kitten? Huh? You like smacking me around in front of my brothers? Does it makes you wet?”

You left your eyes fall to the ground because you knew it was true but didn’t want to admit it. Dean’s mouth always got him in trouble but it was sometimes a blessing in the bedroom. Roman murmured something to Seth and you felt the bed shift which signaled that Dean had gotten off and you felt ashamed at your kink.

“Kitten?” Dean’s voice broke your silence and you raised your head slightly to see The Shield naked and oh so turned on. Your mouth watered at the sight but it quickly stopped when The Lunatic Fringe continued speaking, “It’s okay if it gets you off, darling. I’ve talked to the boys. Do you want to be in charge of…”

His voice died off but with a jab to the ribs thanks to Seth, he finished his sentence, “Do you want to be in charge of me for a night?” Your eyes widened and you shot a glance to Roman and Seth who nodded in encouragement then you stated, “I would love to make you my personal sex bitch for a night, Dean.”

“Woah, hang on. There’s still rules though. You may be in charge of Dean here for a night. But that don’t mean you’re charge of Rome and I.” Seth informed you. You grinned then stated, “It’s a deal.”

You motioned for Dean to lay on the bed as you dug through your suitcase in search of handcuffs and a blindfold. Once you got the items, you cuffed him to the bedframe and tied the fold over his eyes, causing you to smirk at the sight.

“God, you’re gorgeous, baby boy. Just… Fuckin’ gorgeous, ya know that?” you cooed, pulling off your panties.

“Ain’t no way in hell I’m more gorgeous than you are, kitten.” he protested but shut up as you smacked him again.

“Shut it, Ambrose. I didn’t ask for your mouth and flattery won’t get you anywhere in this situation.” you warned. You glanced down at the baby blue lace that you had balled up in your hand then grinned and said,“In fact,I’ve got a great idea to keep that pretty mouth busy.” You waved the panties over his nose and nearly melted as he sighed with relief and bucked against his restraints.

“You wanna taste me,Dean? I’m fucking soaked for your hard cock.” you cooed in his ear. He snapped his teeth in your direction, causing you to laugh and throw your panties back towards Seth and Roman.

“Here, big boy. I’ll give you a taste. But only, if Seth gets a taste of your cock.” Dean groaned at the stipulation then nodded and stated,“Deal, Mistress, please, I just want a taste of your sweet cunt.” You smacked him again then warned, “Watch your filthy mouth, Dean,or you won’t get anything tonight. The only thing you’ll see is Roman and Seth fucking me senseless.”

Seth gripped your hair then warned, “You slap him again and your ass will be redder than rubies by the time we’re done with you.”

“Yes,Sir.” He released you then patted your ass and stated, “Get up there and let Deanie have a taste of you.” You crawled up the Cincinnati man’s body, laving him in kisses and love bites, before Seth nodded at you, signaling in was time for you to sit on Dean’s face.

You sat down just as Seth enveloped Dean’s dick with his mouth, causing you all three to groan. Dean’s tongue immediately went seeking for the source of your sweetness and his scruff roughed cheeks heightened the experience as you grinded down his face like a bitch in heat. Roman stood from his chair then walked over to your little circle, watching with you three with burning eyes.

“Get over here.” you ordered, motioning him forward. He frowned at your demand then declared, “I don’t take orders from little girls who’s sitting on my best friend’s face. “

“Please, Sir!” you cried out, rocking your hips against Dean’s clever mouth. He chuckled and crawled onto the bed where he met your lips with a teeth crashing kiss. It was very sloppy but so very primal and Dean let out a groan of warning. He was going to come. You pulled away from Roman then barked, “You don’t come until you have my permission, Dean.”

“Please, Mistress! I’ll be a good boy, I promise.“he whimpered as Seth pulled away from his cock.

“No!” you barked. He groaned with denial and you jumped slightly at the feeling as someone shoved a finger inside you,causing you to cry out.

“That’s a good girl. You’re so wet, Princess. Who got you this wet?” Seth asked in your ear, his fingers moving cleverly over your slit.

“Dean did. Oh God, so did you and Roman. All three of you did. Please let me come,Sir!” He chuckled and suddenly, another mouth joined in down at your cunt and teeth skimmed your clit, causing you to scream with delight.

“Come now.” Roman ordered, watching as your hips bucked for release.

“No! She doesn’t get to come!” Dean cried out, pulling away with your cream across his lips. You fisted his hair and forced him against you as you snapped, “You don’t get a say in this. Make me come and I’ll make sure that Seth will suck your cock enough to make you come for me.” He eagerly returned to eating you out,suckling on your nub as his scruff roughened cheeks shredded against your inner thighs and it delivered a delicious burn that had sent you over the edge.

You yelped as Seth drug you away from the pleasure but moaned as he forced his dick inside you, burying it to the hilt.

“So gorgeous, my Princess. Such a pretty pussy, all for my brothers and I. Can you handle a second cock, Princess?” He gave a short laugh, not giving you the chance to answer because he was already shooting into his next sentence,“ ‘Course you can take a second dick, you’re a whore that begs for three on a daily basis. Poor Ambrose. He can also sit back and watch. How cruel of you,Sweetheart.”

“The bastard deserves it.” you snarled only to scream in slight pain as Roman’s big hand cracked across your bottom.

“Don’t make me gag you with Dean’s cock, baby girl. Just remember, you may be in control of him but we can always punish you for what you’re doing to him.” Roman reminded you, soothing a hand down your back.

“I’m sorry,Sir. But Dean has always denied me orgasms so its only fair-”

“Its only fair if it does done between just you two. Otherwise,there will be no punishment for Dean served by you unless we give you permission.” Roman declared, glancing over at his best friend who stared fervently at the area where Seth and you was joined.

“Please.” Dean whispered,tugging in his restraints. You glanced up at him just as Seth twisted his hips and shoved his cock deeper, causing you to scream out Seth’s name with a broken voice.

“What do you want, Dean? Tell your Mistress what you want.” you panted, gripping Seth’s shoulder, causing him to hiss and bit your’s in return.

“Let me join you. Uncuff me, darling, please, let me take that sweet ass of yours.” he begged, blue eyes wide with hope and desire.

“Then where does that leave Roman? Hmm, Deanie? Are you going to let Roman take your precious ass, baby boy?” Roman grabbed you by your hips and pulled you off of Seth’s dick before shoving three thick fingers inside of you.

“Yes,Mistress,anything you want. Please,anything you want.” he insisted, eyes glued to Roman’s pumping fingers. You gave a small laugh then glanced over at Roman who nodded in approval. You slid off his fingers and whimpered in denial before sinking down on Seth’s cock, who groaned in reply.

“Goddamn,Princess, give a man some warning before you do that. He’ll have a heart attack if you don’t warn him about that tight pussy.” Seth cursed, gripping your hips. You let out a small chuckle then realized that you forgot to uncuff Dean. You turned to Roman then ordered,“Uncuff him.“

Thankfully, Roman listened to you without a protest or punishment, which you were slightly upset about it. You loved when Roman spanked you. But when Seth did it.. Whew, you could get off on just that. In fact, you’ve done it before.

Seth slipped his cock from your heat then allowed Dean to sink right in,causing you to moan and push backwards and he groaned in return. The familiar click of a bottle of lube being opened filled the empty space and suddenly, Dean tensed and you knew why. He was never very good with someone taking him from behind, given his past.

You pulled away from Dean then reached for the bottle, kissing Roman in process, before you whispered to the ginger,"Relax,baby boy, I’ll start you out. But Roman will take you and this exquisite ass of yours.” He whimpered and mumbled, “Understood, Mistress.”

Instead of using the lube, you did a last minute decision and used your wetness for lubrication. You whined at the empty feeling before sneaking a finger into his tight hole, causing him to groan and push back into your hand, silently asking for more.

You pushed in another finger then yanked them back after pumping a bit and stated,“Time for Roman to take over, baby.”

Seth pulled you back to him then shoved you onto his cock and hissed, “You think that shit is funny, Princess? News flash, it’ll get your ass spanked cherry red. But right now, I’ll settle for fucking you senseless.”

He thrusted forward,pushing you back onto Dean’s dick, then the ginger wrapped a hand around your throat as he pushed inside and growled,“ You’re going to regret this in the morning,doll face.”

“W-worth it.” you choked on, digging into Seth’s abs as you grinded downwards. The boys shared a laugh then Dean froze against you, which was a dead given away that Roman had joined you.

"Are you lubed up?” you panted, turning your head the best you could. Roman’s silver eyes swung to you and nodded before he pushed unto Dean, who in turn,rocked you further down onto Seth. You reached behind you and grabbed onto Dean’s hip before you whispered,“Trust him, baby boy. You’re safe.”

“Are you sure?” he whimpered. You nodded as best you could then pressed against his hand and encouraged,”Let Rome do his job,baby boy,and you won’t regret it. Please? It’ll make us all feel good,Sir. P-plea-” Your voice broke away as Dean gave in to what you wanted, causing you to scream out,”God yes, please,more!” The three begun a rhythm that only the Shield could keep going without fucking it up,causing you to tumble into your second orgasm of the night. 

“C’mon,Princess,you know that sweet little pussy ain’t done just yet.”Seth declared, tugging you back for more. You cried out for more which is exactly what they gave you. Seth came right after your third time before Roman let out a roar,signaling that he came as well. Which meant that there was only one more person to come. 

“I can’t.” Dean stuttered out, releasing his hold on your throat as Seth and Roman rolled away from your group. You slipped off his cock and met his eyes as you sunk right back down to the hilt. He groaned and arched his back before you demanded,”Look me in the eyes,Dean, and don’t look away. I’m going to make you come.”

“Promise?” he stuttered,gripping your hands as he pushed you harder against his pelvix. Your lips twitched with a small smile then replied,”Anything you want,baby boy, I trust you.” He thrusted into you with a growl then his beautiful mouth started running,”Fuck,kitten,you look gorgeous riding my cock. Mouth wide,practically begging for one of my brothers to choke you with their dick. Looks like a fucking goddess on me.” 

“Gimme more,Dean,I can take it, I know I can. So give it to your slut.” you encouraged, grinding down harder against his cock and thighs. He gave a quick chuckle then snarled,”That’s not who you have right now, so call me by the right name and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your name while you scream mine.”

You cried out as you came again, with his name on the tail end,”Mox,God yes, Mox, please!” He chuckled and through the ringing in my ears,I could hear Seth say an old warning to his partner in crime and sex,”Go easy on her,Mox. We don’t want her running away screaming.” 

Another laugh bubbled out of Dean’s mouth then he replied,”She’ll be screamin’ a’right,but I know for damn sure she won’t be runnin’ away. She’ll be runnin’ back to our cocks.” His old demeanor begun slipping through the cracks that the Lunatic Fringe had sealed long ago with no intentions of opening it back up. But apparently, you roughing him up had brought Jon Moxley out to play. 

“One more,Mox, one more please. You gotta come with me,please,you gotta.” you sobbed, twisting down for more. He gave the cockiest smirk ever known to man then said,”Ya got it,doll. Come one more time, come for yer Mox,whore, and I’ll be right behind you.” He stayed true to his word because the moment that you started to come for the whatever many number that you were on, he was right behind you,cursing so loud with vulgar statements thrown in the mix. 

You fell onto of his chest and he gently pushed you off his cock, earning a tired moan from your mouth before Seth and Roman joined your cuddle after sex time then you begun to his giner looking curls and murmured,”Thanks for letting me make you my sex bitch,Dean.” He hummed in response as he curled into you then mumbled back,”Anytime,cutie. Any-fucking-time.” The boys shared a laugh then you said softly,”Oh and Dean?” 

“Yeah?” 

Sass don’t get you nowhere,mister.” They shared a laugh again then Roman stated in his bass tone,”Shit, if that’s nowhere then I will gladly give you sass.” 

The Happiest Pace on Earth

~3700, Destiel Running AU. 

Why the Hell did Dean agree to run a half-marathon? Sam and Jess took off without him, he’s sweating, his legs hurt, and some scruffy-haired jerk in an angel wing t-shirt keeps passing him shouting “on your left.”

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Mile 1

If you ask Dean, he’ll say he loves his brother; Hell, he would die for his brother. Sammy is his best friend and he would do anything in the world for him (and by extension, his fiancee Jessica).

But at this moment, he really, really hates Sam.

Why the fuck did he ever agree to sign up for a damn half-marathon? In April? In Florida?

“It’ll be fun, Dean,” Dean mimics Sam in a high-pitched tone, breathing heavily as he tries to maneuver around a group of Stormtroopers taking up the entire road “It’s a Star Wars race, Jess and I are doing it. We can all run together.” Dean had been really excited about it when Sam mentioned it. Star Wars? Running? Sure, he could handle that. Had Dean known that both Jess and Sam would take off like bats out of hell the moment the starting gun went off, leaving him in the dust, he would have never agreed to this.

And now here he is, running alone, dressed in a Chewbacca shirt, while Han and Leia are miles ahead of him. Dean grumbles at the memory of the argument he had with Sam about wearing the shirt; if anyone should’ve been Han, it was him.

A feeling of dread fills Dean as he passes the Mile 1 flag, knowing that he has over twelve miles left to go. Twelve miles? He hasn’t run anything longer than a 10K in six months. He’s been training, sure, but it’s all been easy treadmill jogs in his comfy, air conditioned gym, not the muggy, Orlando heat.

Dean swipes at his forehead with his shirt sleeve, praying they come upon a water stop soon. He adjusts his single earbud, turning up his music in hopes that it may distract him from his misery.

“On your left,” A voice calls out behind him.

“What the-” Dean turns back to look just as a body breezes by him and jogs ahead. He doesn’t get a good look at the guy, outside of the a head of messy, dark hair and the back of his t-shirt, imprinted with a pair of tribal-designed angel wings. Dean watches the smug bastard disappear through the crowd. He scowls to himself and begins picking up his own pace.

There is no way that asshole is beating him.

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You're the worst (part 2)

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sorry this is so late guys its just that it’s been so hard to get it on to tumblr (I finished writing this part on Monday lmao)


“What the hell are you doing in here?!” you accused, pointing an angry finger directly in his face.

    “Well the dropship is a sweaty crowded mess and I just so happened to see you setup this tent and I couldn’t help but think, ‘Hey! Why don’t I stay here with my friend Y/N,’ ”


    Bullshit. Yes the dropship was probably full, but you had no doubt that he saw you at the fight and watched to find where you were staying just so he could pull a stunt like this. How freaking far would he go to drive you insane? He had to stop sometime!


“I’m a good person. What did I ever do to deserve this?,” you thought helplessly. Maybe you hadn’t always been a perfect little goody-two-shoes but you weren’t exactly the devil either, so why was it that instead of being on Earth it felt like you were in hell?

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War Wounds

Part I.

In one world, Felix stabs Tucker, and Tucker stands back up. In one world he endures phantom pain and scar tissue and nightmare, but he survives, and continues to survive, and be a survivor. He learns his way around soldiers and death and can smile at it, the same way he smiles at his friends. He lives and he stands beside Washington as they face a new enemy, in one world.

This is not that world.

Part II.

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Storm the World with Reckless Abandon

Snippet #8

“No.”

“Come on Ichigo, it’s just an outfit-”

“No. Over my fucking dead body you son of a bitch. There’s no fucking way I’m parading in that sparkly stripper getup.”

“E-Excuse me! How dare you! It’s satin, something a-a savage like you doesn’t even deserve to wear!”

“Well good! I’d rather have my balls ripped out and shove it down my own damn throat-”

“Ichigo!”

“What? I’m just stating the fucking facts. I’m not wearing the damn thing. It barely fucking covers anything. And is that a loincloth? What am I going to do? Rip it off and moon to the crowd like a fucking prancing pony on crack-”

THUD.

“… Did she just faint?”

“Well, that does happen sometimes when people get shocked enough. Your damn language isn’t helping.”

“Like you’re one to talk. I heard you the other day talking on the phone. I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many epitaphs covering a person’s genitals before-”

“Okay. Well-cough-let’s never speak of this again. Ever. Please.”

Ichigo narrowed his eyes at Finnick’s nearly pleading tone. He was tempted to think the bastard was mocking him if it weren’t for the very real exasperation that practically illuminated the man’s rather aggravated features.

“You weren’t seriously going to force me to wear that, right? Because if you were, I would’ve punched your pretty face and broke your perfect teeth.” Ichigo asked, suspicious.

Finnick huffed and shot him a sliver of a grin that belied great amusement to the idea of having Ichigo dress up half-naked in front of the entire Capital.

“God no. I just wanted to see your face.” Finnick ran a hand through his carefully crafted bronze curls, shaking his head. “I didn’t expect you to make my stylist faint like that though. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen her that red. And she’s seen me naked since I was fourteen.”

“… Okay, that sounded so wrong that I don’t even want to go there.”

“Noted.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes to the heavens, wishing the train ride was over.

Time flew by since their talk weeks ago, and Finnick has been making futile attempts to convince him on giving up his plan on not killing anyone. Ichigo, of course, brushed off Finnick’s concerns and arguments and simply said, “I’ll think of something.”

Ichigo was pretty sure Finnick was growing to hate that phrase. He could tell by the little spasm that was growing at the corner of the young man’s eye.

Finnick, realizing Ichigo’s mulish stubbornness was as immovable as a mountain, switched tactics and instead started giving him tips on how to make himself likeable. Like Ichigo gave a flying fuck about the issue. It would be funny if it weren’t so obvious how much Ichigo didn’t care a lick at all what people thought of him.

And don’t even get Ichigo started on the weapon’s training Finnick had tried to set him up with later. The trainers had been just plain embarrassing, their skills so below mediocre that Ichigo had basically dodged all their increasingly frustrated attacks like it was nothing, so bored out of his mind that he just outright skipped the lessons after that because they were so useless.

And the trainers, who all apparently were professional Career trainers for decades and basically the best of the best of who Finnick could hire, didn’t say a word to Finnick about how pathetically easy it was for Ichigo to knock them down in 2.5 seconds like they were a bunch of clumsy toddlers who barely knew how to walk. Their prides stung, they refused to return after that. It left Ichigo with a raving Finnick, who Ichigo basically ignored the entire lecture in favor of napping right in the middle of the victor’s rant.

Finnick had marched up to him one day, desperate for Ichigo to understand how dangerous the games were. Ichigo stopped him in his track with a sharp look that was serious to the core, no longer flippant and fed up with Finnick’s advances.

“Look, I get you’re worried. And I get you’re supposed to be my ‘mentor’.” Ichigo wrinkled his nose at the word, because the thought was laughable to him. “But I don’t need a mentor. I need a friend. Which you are to me.” Finnick looked extremely startled at that, causing Ichigo to scowl. “Yes you, you dumbass. Stop acting like you’re not enough. Just you being here is fine, got it?”

A slow, tentative grin grew on Finnick’s face, looking like he was actually touched by Ichigo’s words, which was preposterous. It left Ichigo flustered and barking for him to stop grinning like an idiot at him. It only seemed to make Finnick grin at him even more, looking like the cat who at the canary.

Stupid.

It didn’t stop Ichigo from rolling his eyes and patting the ridiculous man on the shoulder in an awkward, comforting manner.

So while Finnick stopped badgering him about the hunger games, he still shot intense, worried looks at Ichigo that made him want to get up from his chair and shake him till he stopped. It was annoying as hell and got onto Ichigo’s nerves.

And then reaping day came.

Ichigo knew it was just a formality really for him anyways, but District 4 didn’t know that.

So when Ichigo’s name was called by the clown-like dressed woman with the shrill voice, everyone stared at him as if he was a dead man walking. Just to spite everything, Ichigo had yawned, tired of standing around so long with Finnick fidgeting next to him, and strode his way onto the stage with nonchalance that people would mistake as arrogance.

The sixteen year old girl that came up next, Brea, was shaking but defiant as she stepped up. Her family silently watched behind her, clinging onto dignity while silent tears fell. Ichigo’s stomach had twisted at the display, his hatred for Snow only growing by the minute as he saw how stony everyone was as they sent two teenagers to their death.

Needless to say, it had been depressing.

Ichigo all but snapped when the Capital woman cheerfully informed the gloomy crowd how much of an ‘honor’ it was to have their guest participate in the games. Like it was something to be ecstatic about.

“Lady.” He loudly interrupted her speech midway, earning turned heads and gaping mouths at his audacity to do so, “shut the fuck up.”

Stunned, flabbergasted silence met his harsh words.

At the corner of his eye, Finnick all but buried his head in his hands and groaned. The old lady next to him was staring at him with wide eyes and a firm mouth as if she’s tempted to burst out laughing right then and there. Ichigo liked her instantly.

And Brea, well, she stared at him as if he was bat-shit insane with a death wish. Not so discretely – seeing how they were on camera – she took a step away from him, as if further proximity would distance herself from the firing line that Ichigo had unrepentantly created for himself.

The look on the powder faced woman made the entire thing worth it. She cleared her throat and broke out a strained smile as if it’s killing her on the inside while she’s doing it. Much to Ichigo’s satisfaction, the woman skipped over her entire speech and practically leaped off the stage as if her dress was on fire.

It was fucking hilarious.

To him anyway.

Finnick looked ready to murder him once they got alone as Brea was saying goodbye, the old lady trailing behind the victor with a curious, conniving glint in her eyes that instantly put Ichigo on guard. If there was one thing he’s learned about old crones, were that they were tricky as hell and twice more clever than anyone they were playing. Yoruichi has pummeled that lesson into his abused cranium well.

“What were you thinking? Finnick had practically hissed, bristling like a drowned cat. The old lady’s eyebrows shot to the hairline at Finnick’s very visible anger.

Ichigo sneered while crossing his arms defiantly and jutted out his chin.

“What, you can’t tell me you didn’t want to do it either. Somebody had to shut her up.”

“What you did was reckless and stupid. All of Panem just saw that. The repercussions-”

“Repercussions? Seriously? The whole reason why your bastard president want me in the game is to kill me off. Don’t open that mouth and deny it. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to die or anything.”

Finnick made wringing notions with his hands, spluttering with disbelieving ire.

“You-you,” he strangled out.

Before he could say another word, the old woman suddenly was making this weird, wheezing noise that drew the pair’s attention from their bickering. For a moment, Ichigo had panicked over the idea she was sick or having a heart attack until he saw the huge grin that was hiding behind her wrinkled hand. Another wheezing noise that sounded like a dying gazelle escaped out of her as she grasped onto a very flummoxed Finnick’s shoulder as if to steady herself from the sheer hilarity of the moment.

Ichigo felt indignation rise in his chest at the fact she was totally laughing at them right in front of their faces.

When she finally stopped, her eyes were still twinkling and the quirking smile on her face made her look like a mischievous fox.

And then she opened her mouth and gibberish came out.

Ichigo gave her a blank look.

“I don’t understand a word you’re saying.” He stated very flatly, and was baffled when her amusement only seemed to flare at his straightforwardness. She said something again, this time to Finnick, and he all but ducked his head like a blushing schoolboy who was being reprimanded by the principal. Later, Finnick introduced her as Mags.

Ichigo had nodded and straight out said, “I like her.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Finnick said wryly. “Unlike me apparently.”

“That’s because you were smiling like someone was pulling teeth from your gums. It was painful just watching you.”

Finnick had blinked, something close to bewildering relief flooding into his sea-green eyes.

“Oh.” The young man had said softly, and Ichigo all but gave up ever understanding him. Good grief, he was even worse than Ichigo when it came to people, being the self-deprecating moron he is.

So now here they were, standing in Finnick’s gigantic bedroom within the train with Finnick’s stylist Deli who was always at Finnick’s beck and call, whether the man liked it or not. Ichigo could tell she was someone Finnick always tried to escape from if the fluid way he evaded the huffing woman’s attempts earlier said anything.

Then her attention had riveted onto Ichigo and she ended up chattering over some ideas of what he should wear during the chariot rides.

And then she fainted. Not that Ichigo was complaining.

Glancing around the fancy room, Ichigo frowned, a thought crossing his mind.

“Where’s Mags and that girl Brea?”

“In the female section of the train I suppose.” He went quiet at his next words. “Mags says she broke down and refused to come out of her room.”

“… I’m not letting her die you know. Any of them.” Ichigo declared, staunching the bitterness that Ichigo could tell was taking over Finnick’s shadowed face. Finnick instead chuckled tiredly, so weary despite his young age. With his shoulders slumped and his hand raking his hair agitatedly, Ichigo was struck by how much this was taking a toll on the guy. How many kids did he send to the games, knowing they’re going to die and helpless to stop it?

Ichigo flashbacked to those dark days when he had lost his powers, leaving him without purpose and lost in life.

“Trust me.” He added simply, the words burning his throat and the promise leaving no arguments for Finnick to nitpick.

For once, the victor didn’t argue back.

Notes: Wow, I managed to get this out. I really had a lot of fun with this one. Please enjoy and reblog, comment, or message me!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

delusionandfaith  asked:

You ask for Jonsa prompts? I have a ton 😄. Here it goes: Tyrion comes North to treat with the Starks. Jon cannot figure out why he's so unnerved by the man, until Tyrion sheds light on certain things.

ok so this isn’t 100% what you asked for, but it totally works // *sweats*

“We’ve gone back to the beginning, you and I,” Tyrion says, grip loose on the wineskin he holds in his hand. He swings it back and forth, back and forth, a lazy, drunk smile on his face. “I would call it quaint… but, perhaps, strange is a better word for it.”

Jon takes a shaky breath, the memory of a night, many years gone now, when he was merely Jon Snow: Lord Eddard Stark’s bastard. Not the King in the North. Not a Targaryen. He received advice from the imp then. Advice that prodded sharply at the bruise he’s carried his entire life, from the moment he drew breath. He did not begrudge Tyrion his words–he heard worse, and from better people–but he remembers thinking: What would a Lannister know? A dwarf Tyrion might be, a bastard in his father’s eyes, but to the rest of Westeros he was as good as his gold, his name.

Jon Snow, however, would always be Jon Snow. Even now, as he stands king.

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anonymous asked:

could you please write a fic where Rae feels bad about herself, her look and behaviour and feel totaly not girly, and Finn tells her that she's beautiful and he actually sees in her everything she ever wanted to be? it might be happening on women's day maybe where all girls got flowers and Rae was kinda forgotten? oh damn if I was talented I would write it myself ;p

A/n - ok so, this is a little different.. i didnt do it on women’s day because it wouldn’t have matched.. and I added in the gang at the beginning because i though it was needed.. anyway I hope you enjoy :) 

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She realizes what she’s done now.

She realizes what the others were/are going through.

The voices were too loud and they momentarily blinded her of reality.

Finn left.

She didn’t stop him.

He spelt it out, right in front of her eyes; indirectly asking her to ask him to stay; asking her to be his reason.

And she didn’t see it.

The voices were blocking her; blocking her reason; blocking her senses.

Chloe’s a mess.

She didn’t see that either.

Well, she did. She just underestimated how down she was.

What find of a friend am I?

Izzy is confused.

She should have known and offered her a ear she could chew off.

But she didn’t.

Because she wasn’t fully there to actually help.

Chop.

What the fuck is going through his head?

Oh, wait a second. Didn’t he say something about his family being homaphobic? … Yup. That’s it. He can’t fully accept Archie without feeling judged by his parents and his brother.

She’ll have to talk to him about it when she finally leaves her room.

Archie.

Well, Archie just needs his friends. He needs that feeling of connection back. He needs to feel the love that they all shared. He needs that feeling of pure acceptance and not judgement.

Where did the love go?

That’s it. Rae get off ya fat arse and go make everything right.
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It took her just over half an hour to get out of her room and out of her house. She asked everyone(minus Finn, who wasn’t here) to meet at the pub.

They were all there when she arrived. There was no conversation flowing. No Laughter, no smiles.

Nothing.

Just frowns and crossed arms.

Nope. I’ve had enough of this shit.

Marching over to the table they were all spaced out around, she slammed her hands down, thankful of the loudness of the pub so nobody could interrupt them or eavesdrop. “Right. This ends now. Start talking.”

Silence.

The gang just glanced at each other, not knowing what was going on, or what to say.

“Now!” She demanded.

After one more beat of silence, Izzy cleared her throat and spoke up. “Chop. I’m sorry about kissing that other bloke. I’m sorry, for not telling you about it and dumping you instead. I have no idea what came over me. It wasn’t even that nice and I honestly don’t even fancy him. I guess. Well.” She paused a bit, refusing to meet his eye. Playing with her fingers and still avoiding eye-contact, she continued, “At first, everything with you and me were dead exciting. Then, I dunno, the excitement went I guess? I love you, Arnold. You know that. And I understand if you never want to talk to me again, but please, just know, that I’m sorry and that kiss didn’t mean anything to me.”

Chop’s mask faded as soon as he saw a tear slip Izzy’s eye. He was up and out the chair quicker that the human eye could catch. He bent down in front of Izzy and gently rested his man-hands on her cheeks; wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

“I understand what ya sayin’, my fizzy Izzy. I just wish y’d talked to me instead.” He said in a gentle voice; which the others raised their eyebrows at. Cutting her off before she could say something else, he rushed out, “Let’s jus’ star’ over. Star’ as friends. See if we can get tha’ excitement back. Tha’ spark. An’ if it doesn’t come back, well, we tri’d didn’t we?”

Nodding her head, she accepted. He wiped the last of her tears away and gave her a loving kiss on her forehead, before making his way back to his seat.

When Chop raised his eyes back up, the first person he saw was Archie. Knowing what he needed to do, he quickly turned his head to the side, sharing a look with Rae, as if asking her if he was doing the right thing. She was the daddy after all. What do you expect? A subtle nod of her head, he turned back to Archie, looked him dead in the eye, and started.

“Arch, I’ve been a right dick’ead to ya these last couple weeks an’ I don’ thin’ sorry will cut it, t’ be fair. Ya know wha’ th’ fam’s’ like. Ya know how homophobic they are. An’ ya know how how much they’re opinion means t’ me. But the thing is. When I were on the phone t’ Raemondo earlia, she asked me, who’s always been there when I needed ‘em: me family, or you. Tha’ answer is you. Ya’ve always been there. Ya’ve never judged. Ya always give us advise. An’ I wasn’t there for ya when ya needed me. An’ I didn’t see it at the time. An’ ya can’t even begin to process ho’ fuckin’ shit I feel ‘bout that. Ya can treat me th’ same I’ve treated ya if it’ll help. Bu’ I can’t lose my friend. I were a coward. You were right. Ya always are, ya clever bastard.” The gang shared a little chuckle, but Chop’s eyes stayed serious and locked onto Archie’s. “So wha’ ya say? We can ge’ past this can’t we?”

Pretending the think about it for a couple of seconds, a cheeky grin came on Archie’s face before he replied with a wink, “We can, but it’ll cost ya a kiss.”

All sharing another laugh, Chop got out of his seat again, and proudly made his way over to Archie. Grabbing him by the back of his neck, and pulling him into a lip to lip kiss and didn’t separate for at least 6 seconds.

“If I ever switched teams it’d be for you, babes.” He winked back.
After another round of giggles, Archie looked at Chloe. Now, even though he hadn’t personally done anything wrong, there was a pang of guilt in his chest.

“Chlo. Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. What are we gonna do with you ay? I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for ya. I’m sorry for not seein’ how miserable ya ‘re. I’m sorry for leading you on.” They share a smile. “I’m sorry, we don’t talk as much as we should. We should be closer than this, and for that, This weekend, I am all yours.”

“Hey, us too.” Rae, Chop and Izzy all cried out in union.

“Deal.” Chloe agreed, before dramatically putting her hand in the middle of the table, waiting for the others to put their hands on top.

After they all threw their hands up in the air while shouting ‘this weekend’, Chloe went to start apologizing to Rae, but Rae quickly shut her down, saying that this wasn’t about her, and she was happy now that the rest of them are. Forgive and forget right? Anyway, I love you all too much to hold a grudge.

She told them all about how sorry she is that she didn’t really see what they were all going through. She told them how sorry she is for not being there when they need her. She told them how sorry she is for being selfish and too dependent on them. And she told them that from now on she’s gonna start recognizing their pain and their troubles and be there for them better than she has been.

After saying all this and necking back a snakebite, Rae left, saying her mom was waiting for her back home. Archie offered her a ride home but she declined, claiming the air would do her good.
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Dear diary,
Today was a good day. It’s not over yet, it’s about half six, but who cares? The gang have sorted everything out, we’re actually a gang again. The only thing that’s missing is Finn. But honestly? Even though today is actually my birthday - which nobody remembered - and Finn isn’t here, I wouldn’t change it. I actually feel normal. Kester and I have talked - I really don’t like that ‘Carrie’ girl he’s started to go out with, she’s way too controlling if you ask me - and sorted everything out. We’re on ‘the same wave length’ again. (his words not mine) anyway, Im actually smiling, which is nice, an-
Oh shit. There’s Liam. Gotta go diary.
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“Rae?!” He called, trying to get her attention.

“Fuck off, Liam.” She called back, walking faster.

He ran in front of her then, grabbing her by the shoulders to stop her as she tried to walk past. “I knew this would happen. I told ya. I told ya, you couldn’t handle ‘casual’-” He started a bit breathlessly, only to get cut off by Rae.

“It wasn’t tha’ I couldn’t handle it, ya pillock! It was how disgusting and dirty and used, I felt afterwards. Ya don’t care ‘bout me Liam. We both know ya don’t so just fuck off yeah. I really don’t need t’ be have this convo righ’ now.”

She walked away after. Not giving him time to respond.
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It’s about quarter past 7 now. She’s sitting under a large oak tree on a large blanket with another wrapped around her. This is her place. No-one knows where this is. She’s never seen anyone ‘round here. She could literally run ‘round naked if she wanted too, (not that she did) and she wouldn’t get caught.

Rae was lost in a fantasy land when she heard a twig from behind her snap.

“Finn?” She asked, completely shocked to see him behind her.

“‘appy birthday, Rae-Rae.” He smiled at her.

The things he can do with just one look.

And damnn, his lips.

“Wait..? Y-y-you, remembered my birthday?” She stuttered.

“Of course I did, ya silly girl.” He playfully rolled his eyes, coming ‘round the tree, so he could sit down next to her. “You told me about this place, and how you’ve always came here on ya birthday. On ya lonesome. Every year, like clock work.” He grinned, and she returned it. Both looked down momentarily, a blush shading both their cheeks. “I’ve got ya a present.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Nothin’ special, just a crap reggae record.”

“Oh well ya lucky I’ve got me own turn-table” She giggled.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a few moments of silence, but neither of them minded. Just being in each others presents was enough.

“I’ve just gotta ask you something.” Finn whispered, just loud enough for Rae to hear.

“Go on?” She pushed.

Neither of them were looking at each other. But they did as soon as the question was out of Finn’s mouth.

“Why’d ya dump me?”

After another couple minutes of silences and them just gazing into each others eyes. Rae whispered, “Honestly?”

“Honestly.” He repeated, matching the same breathlessness her tone held.

Taking a deep breath, she returned her gaze to her hands - that she couldn’t keep still, and started. Looking up at him from time to time.

“Well. Ya know how everyone has thoughts. Bad thoughts.” He nodded. “Well, mine are more like voices. Angry voice that get me down. Voices that tell me how worthless I am. How ugly I am. How fat I am. An’ how I don’t belong here. Sometimes I can get over the voices but they get louder. And the worst part is; It’s my voice. I can’t change it. I can’t control it. But every time I’m happy they get louder.”

Finn had took her shaking hand in his by now. He kept his eyes on her face, and waited patiently for her to continue. (If she still wanted too.) At the end of her sentence, he had to squeeze his eyes shut, for a moment. He hated seeing her like this. He hated his girl talking about herself like this. And although he wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to keep talking if she didn’t want to, he knew that she knew she didn’t have to; he wasn’t pressuring her.

"I’m really happy with you Finn. Ya know, unless you’re with someone else.” They share a small smile at that one, the pain, obvious in both their eyes. “But my friend Tix, she’s just died and I hadn’t accepted it. To be honest, I still haven’t. I told you I was better and I lied. Well, I was more in denial but ya know. I blame myself for it. I should of been there for her. She’d always been there for me and the one time she really needed me I let her down.” Her voice cracked as she sobbed, and Finn quickly pulled her into his warm, tight embrace.

He was stroking her hair and she sobbed into his neck. He only spoke when she calmed down a little bit. “She sounds like a real good friend, your Tix.” She gave a small nod in his neck. “Sounds like she loved you as well.”

She sobbed harder.

Well that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping to get.

She pulled back then, tears still escaping her eyes like a fire was spreading on her cheeks. “Bu’ tha’s th’ problem isn’t it. I hurt everyone I love, an’ it’s not fair. My mom, Tix, Chloe, Archie, You. I can’t do it anymore Finn. I feel like I can’t breathe. I don’t feel worthy of anything. Of anyone. Of you. You don’t deserve to have someone like me getting ya down. You don’t deserve me hurting you sometime down the line. That’s why I broke up with ya when I did. You deserve happiness. Nothing less but everything more. And that is something that I can’t give you. No matter how much I love ya!”

Rae was about to say more but her lips were suddenly occupied.

By Finn.

And his lips.

His so soft, silky soft, lips.

Oh, lips, how I’ve miss you.

I’m home. A voice in both Finn’s and Rae’s head squealed.

“I love you too, Rae. And I don’t care about those voices. You need to stop caring about those voices. Care about mine, when I whisper all the things I love about you when we’re alone. Care about mine, when I trace words against your skin when we’re out. Care about mine when I tell you how much I love you for you. Care about mine when I whisper your name while we make passion love. Tell me when they get too loud so I can over power them. Tell me when things get too hard so I can try to ease them out. Tell me what’s going on. Tell me more about Tix; the angel who went home sooner than she should of. Let me in. Let me love you. Let me admire your beauty, which I hate that you can’t see. Let me whisper sweet nothings to you. Let me hold you. Let me be yours. Just be mine.” He whispered against her lips. Foreheads rested together, and their hands on each other in a desperate grip.

“I fucking love you, Finn.” She smiled.

“I fucking love you, Rae.” He smiled back.

“Make love to me?” She whispered shyly against his lips as she leaned closer.
“You sure?” He pulled back a little to look into her eyes, not wanting to take advantage to such a delicate situation.

“Positive.”

Pushing her back onto the blanket, Finn covered Rae in hot open-mouthed kisses while slowing undressing her. Taking his time, he worshiped her body like the Goddess she is. And for once, Rae didn’t feel embarrassed about her size. She actually appreciates it as it gives Finn more skin to cover with his delicious mouth.

Not caring about her moans, Rae leaned up a little to start undressing Finn. Sucking on his neck, hard enough to leave a love-bites.

Marks.

Her marks.

On her Finn.

Both completely naked, Finn quickly pulled a condom out of his wallet. When Rae raised her eyes at him, he sheepishly answered her unasked question. “Dad told me to always keep one in ‘ere just in case. Never really thought I’d use it though.”

Nodding her head, they quickly dismissed it, and continued. When Finn placed his hard shaft against her entrance, he paused, looking right into her eyes, he waited for her to confirm that she really wanted it. Seeing her eager nod, he blessed her lips with his once more, before entering her. Taking it slow as her barrier broke, he started whispering sweet nothings in her ear and placing kisses over her pulse points, trying to ease her pain.

After a while the pain subsided, and she was able to enjoy it.
And enjoy it she did. Never had she felt such pleasure like this. Never had she though making love with Finn would feel this amazing. The high she was on she never wanted to leave.

Just like Rae, Finn had never felt like this during sex before. But then again, he’d never mad love before.

Moaning, groaning and grunting as their climax’s crashed down on them both, Finn stayed on top of and in side Rae for another five minutes before pulling out and away. But instantly pulling her into his side once he did.

Whispering their I love you’s a final time - and a ‘very happy birthday’ from Finn and agreed by Rae - before drifting off into a peaceful sleep, both Rae and Finn and stupid grins on their faces. And it remained that way till morning, where they made love again.

(This then became their spot. For everything. Fighting, making up. Teasing. Flirting. And conceiving. They will bring their kids here. Their grand-kids and end up buried here.
In their spot.)

Black Sheep (Jade/Karkat) (packstuck au)

In which Karkat meets his first human and she’s met demons before.

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For the Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia event.

Intended to be read after “Stray Dogs” and will probably make more sense that way. 

relationships: Karkat/Jade, Karkat & wolf!Kankri, Jade & wolf!Slick

notes: fantasy au, demon trolls + dancestor wolves, ~7k, T 

c/n: some acephobic language

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“How the fuck did I wind up with the defective wolf?” you grumble, wondering aloud to the empty forest around you.

Not quite empty enough.

Kankri’s ears prick back at you, and your wolf-brother either reads your tone or recognizes enough keywords to extrapolate successfully from experience.  –That is very inappropriate/unkind/rude.–  The grey wolf demon’s mental rebuke is overlaid with the strong impression of a snout sniffing uninvited at hindquarters.

You cross your arms, kicking a chunk of sod out of the forest floor.  –I notice you didn’t say untrue,– you shoot at him on a dagger-sharp thought.

The barb earns you a wave of disapproval, pressed onto your mind like the sharp, cool scent of pine, the scratch of needles in fur.  Your wolf-brother doesn’t even bother to glance back at you.  Built small and agile—ha—runt of the litter more like—he pads ahead through the trees, picking up each foot carefully.  The dappled light picks out the hint of fox-red striping on a coat that is otherwise an unexceptional, unrelieved grey;  rusty mirrored lines running from browbone to ear and back along his flanks.  He’s slightly too stocky to be described as dainty but you’d never know it from the way he acts.

You are a challenging troll-brother,– Kankri declares, his tail flagged primly,  his eyes a serenely unflustered gold-in-black. --You require a differently-skilled wolf.--

--/(keeper/teacher/trail-finder),– the last thought echoes. – ((woolbeast-herder.)) –

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==> Bel: roll to search for traps.

[ooc: TIME SHENANS. this is after his date with galley is over.]

Any sane troll would be asleep right now, but you slept late and well, you have your hat and shades, and what’s the point of being eight sweeps old if you can’t make an ill-advised trip to your rival’s hive in the bright of day?

Besides, the light makes it easier to spot the tripwires all over the lawnring.

Not that he hid them very well.

Or like… at all.

It looks like a giant spider had a party all over the front path. On hallucinogens. And rollerskates.

You approach the area cautiously at first, just in case the obvious incompetence of it all is some kind of bluff, but it doesn’t take long to establish that there’s nothing here to challenge your understanding of Aspera as an overenthusiastic nincompoop. For the most part, all the tripwires could do is… trip you. You might get a bit cut up if you fell on them.

There are exceptions. There is one ‘trap’ that is, in theory, lethal; one tripwire attached to the trigger of a gun attached to a stake almost-hidden in a bit of shrubbery. If you were to step on that wire – no, it doesn’t pull smoothly, it’s looped around a tree and sort of caught up on the bark – okay, if you were to kick that wire good and hard, the gun would fire an actual bullet nowhere near the wire that set it off. Actually, it’s not secured to the stake very well. You click the safety on, then pull the wire to see what happens. Yup, it twists on its perch so that it would actually shoot out one of the tower windows.

There’s also a box trap. The kind tiny wigglers in cartoons set to catch edible but clever animals, which always end up catching the wiggler instead: a box propped up with a stick, which would fall down if you tried to remove the bait without noticing the string tied to it. At least in this case he doesn’t appear to think you’d crawl inside the box; instead, there’s what appears to be a steak knife taped to the inside of the box, such that you might in theory get poked in the wrist if you reached in to grab – is that one of your handkerchiefs? You squat on your heels to examine it more closely. Yes, that’s what it is, and although it seems to have been at least rinsed out, there is unmistakeable bluepurple staining on one hem.

“Good grief,” you mutter to yourself as you flick the box over.

When you reach the door, you’re fully expecting more of the same pseudo-knavery. The doorknob is missing. There is, instead, a bit of wire holding the door shut. By this time, you’re almost sure Erskin is ignorant of the charms of the rocker switch, so you just clip it with a wire cutter. The door swings freely open. You examine the mechanism you just disarmed…

Oh. It wasn’t even a trap. It was just… holding the door shut. Because the doorknob is missing.

You feel a little stupid now.

You creep in as quietly as you can, which is pretty damn quietly, and retrace your way to his respiteblock. Nudge the door open stealthily… sneak over to the recuperacoon…

Aspera is sleeping in the bottom of the 'cupe, curled up in a little ball, his gills gently pulsing, his fluffly little fiduspawn of a lusus floating on top of the sopor. It would be unbearably cute if not for the utter arrogance of his sloppy-ass security arrangements. The lusus opens one eye, and you think you’ve missed your chance to pull shenanigans, but it clearly registers you as 'not my problem’, because it goes right back to sleep.

Heeey. Guess who’s free to search for his rifle? Some handsome bastard, name rhymes with Bel Kadros? Correct! You sneak out like a very happy ghost.

Ten minutes later, you are standing in his trophy room like a very unhappy ghost, staring at Acre’s Battery, the display case it’s in, and the plinth it is permanently fucking glued to. You’re glad he didn’t destroy it, but holy shit, that is obnoxious. You tried cutting and chipping at the glue, but only managed to scratch the finish on the stock. If you tried to rip it loose, you’d destroy either the rifle or the plinth, and that is not a gamble you want to take. You’ll have to come back another time with an assortment of solvents or a diamond saw.

Well, if he thinks he can just snooze in an unsecured hive, after doing that to your rifle, when he knew you were coming over…

You think for a few minutes.

Eventually, you start to grin.

It takes you almost an hour to 'improve’ his traps. Even with the hat, gloves, and shades, you’re feeling a bit roasted when you’re done. It’s worth it, though. When he goes to remove the wire – or just clumsily steps on it – it will set off a dozen blasting caps. Not enough explosive to hurt him, not if he doesn’t somehow manage to put one in his pocket before triggering it, but it will make a hell of a lot of noise and blow fountains of mud all over him, as well as making unsightly holes in the lawn. The gun trap, you reengineer so that the wire pulls much more smoothly; now, at the merest touch, it will drop its clip, disassemble itself, and fall into a mud puddle.

You can’t think of anything good to have the box trap do, because box traps are inherently stupid. So you just place, under the handkerchief, an ominous little black plastic box with a tiny red LED.

It’s actually the old garage door opener from your fuel shed. You’ve had it kicking around your modus for like a sweep, ever since you replaced the shed door with one that doesn’t stick itself together with salt crust every time there’s a storm. It doesn’t do anything. But he doesn’t know that, and you really wish you could see his face when he finds it, especially if he sets off the blasting caps first.

As a final touch, you set up a few motion-activated cameras so you won’t miss the fun. You’ll probably never get them back, but it’s not like you didn’t just order a gross of them.

Feeling pleased with yourself, you go back up to Aspera’s block, take a few pictures of him sleeping so you can pretend that was your dumb revenge, check to make sure your bug is still under the desk (it is), and then sit down in the desk chair – well out of sopor-spaz range – and give a piercing whistle.

Swipe Left, Swipe Right

A CS oneshot. Where Emma uses Tinder to catch bail jumpers. 

This is for @tnlph. I was thinking about you today and decided to give you a well-wishing gift. It took longer than expected and my night got crazy but hopefully it’s not too late. 

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Emma shifted her weight cursing under her breath that she had let Elsa talk her into wearing her new black heels. Of course if Walsh, the skip she was trying to nab, had been a little less pretentious and a little more on time she wouldn’t have been standing at the high top table at all. The trendy French-Asian fusion place wouldn’t seat her without him and they apparently didn’t believe in chairs–only bar stools and only at the bar. It made Emma miss the seedy places she usually visited when catching skips; they always had ample seating.

She sighed and then reminded herself of the large payday attached to Mr. Fraud and Embezzlement. Bringing him in would keep her flush for a month and was well worth a few blisters.

Her phone dinged. She glanced down. It was a Tinder message. Since she only used the app for catching skips (seriously if you are trying to lay low maybe skip the dating apps?) she assumed it was Walsh.  

Be ten minutes late. With a sad faced emoji.

Emma rolled her eyes and then dashed off a reply.

Sad face emoji. Egg roll emoji. Red dress girl emoji. Hurry!

Emma was going for the bubbly blonde persona this time around. Walsh had seemed to like it so far or maybe he just thought her pictures hot enough that he didn’t care as long as there was a chance to bang her. And Emma had basically let him know she was a sure thing so he wouldn’t be standing her up. Honestly it was almost too easy sometimes.

“Wow. You look stunning, love.”

Emma jerked her head up at the deep, accented voice, a “get lost” already on her tongue. The words died as her gaze raked over the dark scruff, blue eyes, and slightly disheveled hair of the gorgeous man before her. He was dressed in dark wash jeans and a black button up that wasn’t entirely buttoned up. Dark hair matching his scruff peaked out of the opening along with the flash of a necklace. There was a frisson of heat in her stomach.

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Where There's a Monster, There's a Moral

(( another 3 am Drabble.))

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“Tell me.”

“I refuse.”

“I told you everything, even the bad parts. Be fair,” Tony admonished.

Loki gave him a dry look and leaned away from him, allowing the cold air to sneak in between their bodies. The blanket slithered off his shoulders as he shifted to face Tony from the opposite end of the couch.

It was a rather obvious escape, but Stark was not leaving him with many options. It was either stay close and be pushed away, or push himself away before he suffered the pain of the former option. His lover settled with his back against the other arm of the couch and tucked the blanket in around him as if it were story time.

Perhaps it was, for Loki suspected his tale would be much like many of the mortal’s children stories. There was the monster, the heroes, and the moral.

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Cheekbones and Pretty Boy

Fandom: The Raven Cycle

Pairing: Ronan/Adam

Words: 1.2K

Based on the “we’re both con-artists trying to steal from each other” au

Adam was staring at Pretty Boy’s butt.

Well not the butt (but that was rather nice too now that he thought about it), he was trying to see if there was a wallet in his back pocket. Adam had long ago mastered the art of finding where the valuables were, the target’s hands would often wander to them. If he yelled that he had been robbed they would immediately check to see if they had been too, revealing the location of their goods, people were easy to manipulate once you had an understanding of how they worked.

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