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Story 215: Cultural Exchange

The human steps onto the station from her shuttle, and walks into the scanner.  It flashes - no weapons.  I pity her, though there’s nothing I can do for her.  By tomorrow she will be a slave the same as me; the Gaunvans collect ambassadors like trophies.
“Hello there!  Amanda Thorn, ambassador for the Empire of Humanity.  You’re a Ixian, correct?”
Mimicking human body language, I nod my head.  "That’s correct.  Ix Malasan.  It is an honor to meet you.“
She smiles, reminding me again that she has somehow modified herself to breathe atmosphere suited to the Gaunvans rather than wear a respirator like myself.  Other than that she appears to be a standard human, something I am led to believe is less and less common as they pursue the bizarre compulsion humans have to alter their bodies.  Changing hair color, adding pigments to their skins in patterns and pictures, growing long tails or ears that mimic other species from their planet.  No other known species tampers with their bodies like this.
“Not to be undiplomatic, she says, "but the Gaunvans enslaved your people.  Why are you here?”
“We… reached a mutually beneficial agreement.  We would have lost in combat and been eliminated, so we chose to preserve what we could of our culture.  The Gaunvans are not naturally skilled at diplomacy, so they bring me along to assist and to show that peace can be made.”
She nods.  "Understood.  I can respect that choice.  How much freedom do you have, personally?“
Smart of her, to start planning for her future. "A fair amount.  I have free reign on the ship when we are in transit.  At the homeworld I have reasonably comfortable quarters.”
“Have you ever met the Empress, or…?”
“Oh, no.  No, while on the homeworld I am confined to my chambers - but they’re quite spacious.”
“Shame.  Okay, plan ‘A’ then.  Let’s get this over with.”

Despite my attempt at encouraging diplomacy, the Gaunvan commander starts with threats.  I don’t know why I bother.  He looms over the human, chitinous plates almost black in the dim light.  His pod of six is posted around the room, for show more than for actual security since she followed orders and came alone and unarmed.  "Failure to surrender will bring the full wrath of our army upon you.  Humanity will be crushed, and wiped from the universe.“
To her credit, she looks very calm.  "We live in a post-scarcity society.  Bloody conquest just seems silly, doesn’t it?”
“It is for the glory of Gaun!”
“Well, I’m not prepared to get into a religious debate with you,” she says, “since I doubt there’s anything I can do to change your mind.  Since you’re committed to this course of action, what are you willing to offer if we surrender?”
Now he goes back on script.  Maybe I am getting through to him a little?  He talks about the benefits of being enslaved, mainly the protections for up to twelve designated culturally historical sites.  They’ve been mostly good on their word on my homeworld, though they did use the area just outside of the Hahhn Memorial as a waste dump.

She nods as she listens.  There was a part of me that was worried she would argue, because the humans are somewhat childlike.  They don’t understand the horrors of war.  Certainly they fought in the past, but the last time they had to battle was more than two of their generations ago, so these ones have all grown up coddled and soft.  They play games with each other instead, silly competitions.  They make art, and play pretend, and alter their bodies for fun.  They don’t have weapons anymore, and wouldn’t know how to use them if they did.
“Well then,” ambassador Thorn says, “this is about what I expected.  On behalf of humanity, I would like to formally reject this offer.”
Oh no.  Foolish humans.  The galaxy will miss your innocence.  The commander makes an excited clicking noise, looking forward to combat.  He reaches a blade-tipped hand towards ambassador Thorn, but hesitates as every device in the room bleats out an alert - we’ve all lost communications with the outside.

Like one of the dances humans do, she gracefully pivots around while taking his hand.  She ends up close to him and places her other arm against his thorax, then… oh gods. Gods, what… she’s ripped his arm off.  It’s not possible.  The commander is clearly thinking the same thing, staring in mute shock at his dripping limb.
“I’d like to extend a counter-offer,” she says, and flips the arm around before jamming the bladed end into his neck.  The warriors around the room are fidgeting, uncertain.  They haven’t been told to attack, and don’t want to dishonor their commander by intervening in a fight with such a small creature.  She’s still holding the commander’s severed arm in his neck, but she rotates and heaves, lifting him off the ground with it for a moment… and then his head pops off, landing squarely on the conference table.  She allows the corpse to slide to the ground, and straightens her clothes as if they aren’t covered in ichor.

I don’t understand.

The warriors, now with no orders at all, finally act.  She smiles as they come for her, I suppose because she has done her duty to send this powerful message of resistance.  She can die in peace.  Or… no… She’s killing them.  She’s smiling because this is fun for her.  Though they’re partly killing themselves; if there had been two of them, prepared, strategic, they might have prevailed.  Watching six panicked fighters get in each other’s way while trying to stop a smaller, faster, and somehow impossibly stronger foe is almost hypnotic.  At least one is killed by the stab of a friendly lance due to pure confusion.  It’s over faster than I would have thought possible, severed limbs strewn across the room.  I’ve got some fluids splashed across my clothing.  Only one yet lives, and he is retreating.  She seems to be allowing it.

She follows behind, holding a lance.  The wounded and scared warrior scurries down the hallway towards his ship, looking back behind him as he goes.  She’s just… walking.  Calm.  And for some reason I’m following.  The last Gaunvan reaches the airlock and the second he enters his code she throws the lance - throws it! - and spears him.
“Come on, we’re stealing their ship.”  She says it like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“There are thousands more on board!  Thousands!  Almost all warrior caste!”
She smiles again, and keeps walking.  I see errors on the screens that we pass, messages indicating communications have been lost.  They can’t tell anyone what is happening here.  Even the communicators within the ship are on nodes rather than being wired, so the warriors at one end of the vessel won’t be able to coordinate with the other end.  Do they even know they’ve been boarded?

We enter the bridge after she kills a handful of other guards with ease.  They’re too shocked by her presence to act in time.  Once the door are sealed and she is working on the control systems she starts talking to me again.
“Well, you know, we do like to be prepared.”
“But you… you ripped his arm off.”
“Yeah, that was super satisfying.”  She looks at me appraisingly.  "Oh, come on.  Is it really that surprising?  You knew we were into changing ourselves, right?  Being strong enough to pop an overgrown bug’s forelimb off isn’t rocket science.“
"Your people are so peaceful…”
“Oh, sure, most of them.  But we did that, too.  Tweaked ourselves over the years to decrease aggression and some of our tribalistic tendencies, increase empathy… all stuff that can be undone if needed.  Though for a good cause even the nicest of us can squish a bug or two.”
“You bond with Ry'ling devourers!”
“Those are the big fuzzy guys that look like cats, yeah?  Those guys are adorable!  But… look, liking some things that could kill us doesn’t mean we’ll sit back and get enslaved.  We didn’t put up with it well when we enslaved each other, and we certainly aren’t going to go for it now that we’re… finally… on the same page about slavery being unacceptable.  It was, uh, a longer time than we like to admit before the last hold-outs were convinced of that one.”

I can feel the ship un-dock.  We’re moving.  "What about all the warriors on board?  They’ll break through the doors eventually!“
"Not according to this control panel here.  Take a look.”
It says there’s no atmosphere in the rest of the ship.  Life signs are negative on all but two of the warriors, presumably the only ones that got to their suits in time.  She disabled all the safety measures, somehow.  She just killed… I check the life signs readout again to confirm the number… three thousand, six hundred, and fourteen soldiers.  Wait, how is it tracking that unless… “Are communications back up?”
“Yeah, I’m calling some friends.  The military is right around the corner, so to speak.”
“But Earth doesn’t have a standing military.”
She laughs.  Not just a little bit.  She’s actually doubled over for a moment, unable to catch her breath.  "Sweet Jeebus, you guys actually fell for that?  No standing military.  Have you read about us at all?“

Three ships appear seemingly out of nowhere, and one docks with the Gaunvan vessel.  Once the atmosphere is restored we head to the airlock to meet them, and I’m surprised by an entire platoon of Gaunvan warriors.  Speaking English.
"Okay boys, send your last goodbyes!  This is in all likelihood a one way mission.  Commander Thorn!  It is an honor to see you again, and might I say you look exquisite drenched in the blood of your enemies!”
She bows to him, blushing, and then salutes the Gaunvans.  Or… humans?  Can they change themselves this drastically?
“You’ve got two holed up in here somewhere.  Bridge is clear, have the techs bring the new brain on board.”
“New brain?”
She looks at me like she’s forgotten that I’m here, and then turns back to the others.  "Men, this is our new friend Ix Malasan who has just been liberated from his captivity.  He’s going to be helping with our intel.  Malasan, yeah, a new brain for the ship.  Once this vessel is cleaned up and back in service with a new crew we’ll be able to take it over whenever we want even if all of our boys get killed.  We cooked up a really sadistic AI for it.“
"But how do you know the protocols?  This was your first contact with the Gaunvans, they’ve never lost a ship anywhere near here!”
“No?  There wasn’t a mining colony disaster two years ago?”
“But that was just an accident… and you weren’t even involved in the war yet… and…”

The faux-Gaunvans have finished boarding.  The one that was talking to them before puts a bladed claw on ambassador - commander - Thorn’s shoulder.  "You coming with?“
"Naw.  Orders said I could only come if they allow ambassadors near extremely high value targets.  Malasan here says they don’t, so I need to wait for my next mission back on Earth.”
“It would have been nice having you with us, Thorn.  Well, maybe we’ll see each other again.  Suicide mission or not, I think I’ve decided to live through it.”
“Bold choice,” she says, and kisses him next to his lower mandibles.
He nods at me, then turns back to his men. “Okay everyone, we are now officially on the job.  And what is that job?”
In unison, they start chanting.


For a moment I nearly feel pity for the Gaunvans.  Nearly.  Commander Thorn leads me off of the ship, and I start thinking about what useful information I can provide the ‘harmless’ humans.  Fuck shit up, indeed.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: The gang saving some Aliens and afterwards Lance realizes how much the remind them of his family and he just breaks


Lance quickly landed Blue as gently as he could and quickly ran out to met up with Allura and Coran.

“How many?” Allura asked almost out of breath. 

“Five.” and they all ran back into Blue. 


Lance paced in front of the healing pods. Five. Five aliens that were injured because of me. He ran his fingers through his hair. This is going to be a long night. and Lance sat down and started his long wait. 


Roughly a week later one of pods opened. It contained a younger looking alien, he looked around maybe 5 or 6. He had yellow skin, long black hair that was tied into pigtails and a few marking that decorated his skin.  

Lance quickly ran over to the boy and picked him up. 

“Hey you’re alright.” Lance grab the boys arm in an attempt to calm him from his frantic appearance. 

The boy looked at Lance with wide eyes before he calmed down enough to register what Lance said to him. 

“Do you want to tell me your name?” Lance quietly said as he wrapped a blanket around the boy. 

“Noko.” His voice was quiet but firm, like that was the only thing he was sure of. 

“Noko. That’s an amazing name.” Lance smiled at the boy. “My name is Lance.” 

“Lance.” The boy practiced his name a few time. Lance smiled and watched his eyes move to the other five pods. His arm slowly moved up to point at the pod containing his sister “Arma.” 

Lance looked at the girl. She looked around 10ish, same skin color and hair, just different markings. He looked back at the boy and saw tears welling up in his eyes. “Hey, hey don’t cry,” he wiped Noko’s face, “She’s alright. Your family is safe and healing.” Lance gestured to the other pods. 

The pod closest to the two boys contained,who Lance assumed, was the dad.  He was a tall fellow, extremely muscular and Lance could see how much Noko and Arma resembled him. Lance felt a pain in his chest as he realized that he reminded him of his own father. 

The pod next to the father, was a women. She had orange skin and long blue hair. It was the color of the ocean. She didn’t have any markings on her, yet she had piercings. They decorated her skin and seem to sparkly in the artificial light produced by the pods. Lance assumed that she was the mother of the three kids. 

The last pod contained another boy, he looked around Lances age. His skin was tinted more orange than yellow. His hair was cut short and was a mix between black and blue. Each color seem to alternate, giving the impression that he had dyed it. Lance also noticed that had less markings on him. Lance determined that he took after his mom more than his father. 

Lance looked down at Noko who was (poorly attempting) to stop crying. “Hey why don’t you tell me everyone name so when the come out I can talk to them.” 

Noko wiped his face and nodded. He stood up and walked over to the pod with the father. He placed his hand on the pod “Papi.” 

Lance attempted to bit back a noise. Out of every family in the entire universe he had to find the one with the kids who called his dad the same thing Lance called his dad. Papi. 

“Alright, so Papi.” Lance smiled at Noko and followed him to the pod with the women. 

“This is Mima.” Noko stared at the pod, and brought his blanket closer to him. 

Lance nodded, praying that Noko didn’t notice how he flinched at the word. “Okay, and we already know Arma.” Lance lead Noko past her pod and stopped in front of the last pod. “Who is this?” 

“Takclamino but we all call him T. He doesn’t talk much, so don’t be mad if he doesn’t respond.” 

Lance nodded “My sister is the same way.” 

Noko stared at Lance. “Really? What’s her name??” 

“Cleo. Shes two years older than me.” Lance smiled. 

Noko went to respond but was cut off by his stomach.

“Come on lets go get you some food and you can met the team.” Lance lead Noko out of the room. 


Lance took care of Noko, just like with his own younger siblings. He fed Noko, put him to bed, played with him, made sure he kept clean, and gave him company. 

Lance would never admit it, but Noko helped him. Noko made him feel home again, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He wasn’t saying that his team wasn’t his family, but Noko felt more like a blood relative over anything. 

After about 4 days everyone was out of the pods and perfectly healed. Now they were simply waiting to head back home. 

Lance spent all of his time with the family. They reminded him so much of earth and his family that he didn’t get to say goodbye to. Lance felt like he belonged with this family. 

Papi would show him how to do certain training exercises and would congratulate him on things he did correctly. 

Mima would cook him food (when Hunk let her) and Lance would gladly eat it. 

Arma constantly wanted Lance to braid her hair and teach her makeup and his skincare routine. 

Noko always wanted to play “Space Rangers” with him and would climb on his should and make Lance run around the castle at full speed. 

T never said much with the exception of 3 to 6 word sentences. Lance didn’t mind, he found comfort in sitting in silence. Except when T showed Lance his harmonica (well that’s what Lance called it) and soon his hang outs with T were filled with music. 

Lance was happy with this family, yet something sat at the bottom of his stomach and he didn’t know what it was. 

Lance finally figured out what was keeping him on edge. He was unconsciously dreading the day the family left. 

Lancer fought back the tears as he hugged them all goodbye and patted Noko’s head. 

“Promise we will play ‘Space Rangers’ again?” 

“I promise buddy.” Lance smiled and stood by his team as the family left. 

Afterwards the teams asked Lance if he was alright, Lance quickly replied with any positive words and went to his room. 

Once inside the safety of his room Lance broke. Tears fell down his face and Lance caved in on himself. He missed his family more than ever and he wanted to be with them again. Lance crawled into his bed and wrapped himself up in his blankets. Maybe one day I can play “Space Rangers” with my brother again. And Lance drifted off to sleep. 


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A Guide To Understanding Dreams With Aliens

Twenty pages and change, that is to say, 8861 words, of Supercat dream sharing throughout the years. Cat’s perspective. I’m going to go pass out through the rest of day three so I hope it and day four a relatively shorter than this once I flesh them out so that I can get back on schedule.  Please enjoy this now complete submission for Supercat Week Day 2.

Official summary: Snapshots of dreams shared between Kara and Cat over the course of their lives up until their meeting in real life

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At six years old, Catherine Grant didn’t understand dream sharing.

Well that wasn’t quite right.

She knew it was a special kind of dreaming that helped people find their soulmate. The person who would love them most in the whole world.

She just didn’t know why those dreams were supposed to be better than the dreams she already had. Dreams about marshmallow dragons and firefly stars were pretty great.

Her papa was very certain that it was only because she hadn’t dream shared yet. He said that once she’d shared a dream with her person, she would understand exactly why everyone said it was so wonderful. For now she just had to wait for her person to start dreaming louder.

At fourteen years old, Catherine Grant still did not understand dream sharing. Or rather she didn’t understand why everyone was so obsessed with experiencing it.

Well that wasn’t quite right.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so I saw something like this somewhere and I thought it would be really cute written? So like Keith doesn't know that stealing jackets is a Couple Thing and for some reason he gets annoyed with Lance and comes across his jacket and decides to steal it. The reactions of the Voltron crew (and Keith once he is told) are yours to decide :D

i hope i did this justice! thanks for the wildly enjoyable prompt (:

now on my ao3! 

Keith isn’t quite sure why Lance is always an asshole to him. When questioned, Shiro says it’s “because he’s jealous, Keith” in that kind, sympathetic way of his. Pidge says, “I don’t want to talk about your weird sexual tension with Lance, Keith,” which is quite obviously bullshit, as there’s nothing sexual about their tension at all. Hunk says, “I honestly have no idea. Have you tried talking to him? That’s a thing you could do, instead of asking me, I guess,” which is useless but a decent point. And Lance? Lance just explodes into another rant about how Keith definitely knows what he’s doing to annoy Lance, and that Lance “isn’t an idiot, Keith”. Keith begs to differ, really.

The fact is, Keith doesn’t know why Lance is so horrible towards him, but he is definitely sick of it. So when he sees Lance’s hoody draped over the back of a couch, clearly discarded and forgotten for the moment, he takes it. His anger justifies the way he scurries back to his room, taking the longest route to make sure he doesn’t accidentally encounter anyone. He has no idea where to hide it, honestly, and so he tosses it on his bed for the time being. It’s not as though anyone ever comes in here, so no one will know he has it.

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"Now there's something I don't see everyday." A 50-foot-tall purple and blue plant with a black pod, light blue petals, and purple vines with red leaves muttered, tilting his pod a bit. "I've never seen a plant like you before... where did you come from?

She looked up at the bod slightly intimidated “w-well you see I am not actually a plant! I am mostly a snake/eel like creature but I imitate a plant~” she puffs out her petals proud.

Stay With Me: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are not just partners in real life, but for missions as well. When you get hurt, Bucky will do anything to make sure you stay with him. 

Characters: Bucky, Reader, Steve (+ some Avengers)

 Warnings: Angsty 

Word Count: 1000+

A/N: I wrote this a while back and revised it. I hope you like it! 

Requests: OPEN 


“Bucky… I’m not comfortable with this.” I whispered down the hall, but I heard a grunt meaning, ‘get over it’ and we continued. 

We were in the underground tunnels that helped HYDRA stay intact for so many years. They always had somewhere to hide. Not anymore, clearly, as Bucky and I went through the north route look for any signs of life, Hydra, or light even. We’d been travelling for hours without any contact or leads. 

Our ear pieces didn’t work with how far underground we were, and light was rarely used in case of someone seeing us, before we saw them. “Bucky, no.”

 I grabbed his hand, the one he had that was basically my only source of reflecting light. He turned around, which was stupid since he saw nothing but a silhouette of me, just barely making it out in his eyes. He was still getting used to the darkness in here. But thankfully his metal arm was some sort of light guidance, since it’s shiny exterior allowed me to see sometimes when something like water puddles or silver bars of an old empty hydra room appeared.

 “I-I don’t believe Hydra’s down here, we’ve gone for more than three miles underground! Please, Bucky. No one can here us-”

 “That’s right, fată moartă…” Dead girl? I felt something hit the side of my head and I grabbed it as soon as it made contact with my skull, pulling whoever just swung an M16A4 at my temple down with me, “(Y/N)!” I tried to scream back to him, but something stopped me when I felt a severe ripping of my clothed uniform, and a knife plummeting into my side,

 “You’ve played this wrong Soldier, bringing a weakness into our territory?”

 I let out an unconscious muffled scream as someone put their hand over my mouth. 

Bucky’s voice bounded off the tunnel walls, making it far louder than it really was. “I’m not a soldier anymore, especially not to you.” A flicker of light allowed you to see that Bucky dropped a lighting pod that was stuck to our uniforms in case of an emergency. He must’ve tried to turn it on. Illuminating the tunnel, I saw a burly man try to take down Bucky. He caught a glimpse of my body, lying in a puddle of water with a lump that was forming into a large bruise on my head. But what chilled his blood the most was seeing the knife that was still stuck in my side. I knew removing the knife was a risk, since it could’ve hit a major artery, so as much power as one could- half knocked out and half in severe pain, I managed to pull myself to the wall, and lean against it, labored in my breathing.

 “Bucky, we have to go.” My voice, unusually scratchy- caught the man’s attention. 

He had been done with the attacker a few seconds ago and was standing over the body, the gun which had hit me, sturdy in Bucky’s arms, and pointed at the man’s head.

 “No- it’ll gather more attention then-” I sucked some air as if something sharp had just entered my lungs. I coughed out what felt like razor blades that were somehow lodged inside my throat. But opening my eyes I only found it was blood, blood that was slowly filling my lungs. I knew I had to do the unthinkable. Going onto all fours, I screamed in pain as I pulled the knife out of my side. The blood slowly draining into my body and out of my punctured lungs. Bucky stood there, watching my back as I was on my hands and knees, trying to rip this serrated knife out from my abdomin. 

 By now the gun was just slung over his shoulder, and he just stared at me; wondering how someone does something like that? Pulling a knife from their body? Bucky never did that, even back in his HYDRA days. As soon as it finally left her whole body, and was about to be thrown on the ground I grabbed it and wiped it off, stuffing it in one of the holsters I had in my belt.

 “They’ll want that at the lab, tonight. (Y/N) here, it’s okay. It’s going to be alright-don’t worry. Common-” Bucky picked me up in one clean sweep. Clutching me close to his chest. He saw my struggle in trying to rip the fabric off of my uniform at the shoulder with my teeth. Trying, but failing to make a tournaquette with her clothing

 She was already sweating and turning a pale pale white. It didn’t take Bucky much longer to realize she needed to get medical attention, quickly. He grabbed another pod of light, attached it to his chest and carried you like you just a box of feathers. 

When it came down to you, Bucky wasn’t just Bucky. He was a hopeless man in love and knew more than anyone that memories and time are a fickle and fragile thing. Nothing would stop him from getting you out. 

Not a flood or even Thor himself offering his Mjolnir to rule Asgard for all eternity. Nothing was in his mind but you alive, and keeping it that way. 

 His steps were fast and hardened with the steel metal boots he wore. They sounded like a giant’s steps as he picked up his pace with you still curled in his arms. 

The sound bounced off the walls, and filled Bucky’s ears. Bucky may not be the Winter Soldier anymore, or even a Soldier anymore; but he never forgot, and never will forget, his combat training. The good and the bad. 

 “You think I can’t hear your heavy labored breathing you son of a bitch.” Turning back Bucky lifted his leg high enough and gave a blunt kick against the agent’s chest, making him hit the ceiling with a crack that came from his body, and thankfully not the tunnel. Landing with a thud into the concreted ground. 

Bucky had been taught to never let his hearing become compromised, whether it was his only sense available or even if all senses were able. Hearing was one of the few ways evolution had granted us a pre-warning of an attack from a predator. This man wasn’t a predator, if he was he was a pitiful one. Laying there, like the trash he was in this tunnel of hell. “Hail Hydra.” That gave enough ammo for Bucky to slam his boot into the Hydra-Agent’s face, kicking in teeth, and leaving the man to die. 

 “Bucky, please. Get me to air.” Bucky saw the jewel of eye, bleeding helplessly in his arms and felt his stomach drop into his shoes: her face was turning purple, 

“Your lungs punctured doll, don’t worry we’re almost out. But this run is gonna hurt… I’m so s-sorry, but can you take the pain?” Nodding slowly, Bucky kissed her fast before he was gonna take off, “Baby I’m so sorry.. I should’ve-” 

He felt her hand go to his mouth, shutting off his sorry’s that they did not have time for. 

 “Shut…up. I can…do it, let’s go!” He nodded, kissing her cold, dry lips that slightly tasted like iron, blood. 

Distracting himself from her painful expression Bucky sprinted, and sprinted like he’d never had before, going faster than 30 miles per hour at least. Suddenly there was a light shiny in Bucky’s face, so bright he had to stop his run, and try to see past it. The illuminated tunnel gave Bucky a minute to look at you, curled up in his arms, blood trickling out of your mouth while you pressed the fabric of the ripped fabric from your suit on your wound,

 “Bucky, we… I can’t breath…” 

No no no no no no, she was giving in to the pain, the suffering. He had to change your mind, you couldn’t give in. Holding you closer, kissing your clammy, cold head. 

He brushed back your hair that was now stuck together in clumps from the dry blood. His pain was insurmountable to see you, dying in his arms. You wanted to go back- and he denied it. What a fucking idiot. He mentally was kicking himself in the ass. 

        Starting to shake by now, your body going into it’s panic and protect mode. He kissed your lips, and held your cheek that was cold, and felt like an icicle. 

“You are going to live, no matter what. Don’t give up, please baby…” Looking into his eyes, you nodded. If you couldn’t live for yourself… you’d try to hold on to life for him. He had tears running down his face as he went into the blinding light, with you in his arms. took off into the shining light. 

 “PUT YOUR HANDS UP! NOW! WE HAVE ARMORY AND WILL SH- OH MY FUCK!” Tony was shouting our surrender- thinking we were Hydra Agent’s. The team was positioned to attack us coming out of the tunnel, probably after hearing the screams and the fight they faced back in the tunnel. 

“(Y/N)! Fuck- get Bruce. Now! Go! Get her in the quinjet, now. She’s lost too much blood.” Steve looked at Bucky with caring eyes and gently took you from Bucky’s tensed, shaking arms. 

 Anything you did, whether it’d be breathing, talking, moving your arm- sent pain flashing through your body like a bolt of lightning. Only the lightning felt like it was shredding of your organs down to just slices of deli meat. You wanted to tell Bucky you loved him but your body couldn’t produce anymore noises. 

Looking behind Steve’s bicep that blocked your view of Bucky, you saw him there- struggling to pass Tony, Clint and Natasha; who were pushing him back so he could tell them whether there were Hydra workers still in there, alive. 

Bucky could’nt think of anything but you. Hell, he couldn’t tell them whether the temperature was hot or cold. In this Siberian weather. He just stared at your shaking, dying body. I struggled with my arm that was tucked into Steve’s torso, slipping it out so it hung. Waving at Bucky with as much energy that I could muster. 

But Bucky couldn’t see my possibly last goodbye. He was too far away now, for my wave to ever be seen. 


A/N: I have a part 2 for this story if you guys would like it? 

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Red Thread II

Paring: Hanzo/fem!Reader

A/N: so sleeping a lot is a thing. Sorry the story is slow, this is my first. I have no beta, so all spelling error’s are my own. Constructive criticism is always welcome. If you guys want let me know what parings you want to see. Next update might be Monday.


You were aware.

That you could tell.

You were aware that you were awake.

But you could not feel your limbs.

Breathing through your nose, that you can feel. You felt your chest rise then fall. But still, you couldn’t feel your arms and legs. You tried to open your eyes however, it felt impossible. As you slowly pulled them apart it felt like a dune a licked your eyes making it hard to open and painful to try.

Still, you attempted to open them. it was dark when you opened them.

“Co-…” you winced at the dryness of your throat. It hurt unbelievably, worse than anything you had felt even when you had the flu when you were younger.

Suddenly, the pod jostled and soft light filled the pod. You squinted at the words that re-apperad on the hatch’s screen.

“Threat level: High”

“Scanning neat by threats

“Threat: non-organic”

You scoffed at it, or made a noise that sounded one.

“Unsafe to open; Brief hibernation activated

“N-..” sleepiness treated you like an old friend and greeted you to the darkness with open arms.


Your eyes shot open looking around in the darkness. Yelling, you were pretty sure you it was yelling, with.. gun-fire maybe. Wait, why were you hearing gun fire?

You tried to move your fingers but they wouldn’t move, it felt like forever since you last moved them. Then it dawned on you.

How long have you been asleep.

How long..have you been in this pod.

Your heart clenched…

As soon as the gun fire started it stopped, you heard mumbling, it was probably talking but your ears were strained with how long you had been out.

“He-…” you tried to grunt out.

The mumbling stopped and faded. You were going to cry, you just wanted out.

Then, a knock, it was loud enough to know it was a knock as well as being loud enough to hear.



You let out a startled noise. That wasn’t something hitting against it, someone was knocking.

‘Please arm, please’

You felt like you were moving a dead weight. You let out a pain filled grunt as you try to move your arm. Slowly but surely you were pulling up your hand. Shaking like a leaf as it rose. You grunted at you attempted to practically throw your knuckles at the side of the hatch.



Instantly, the pod whirled to live. The screen and the table lit up cause you to shut your eyes while letting out a scream. Your eyes felt like they had been set on fire.

The hatch hissed open after it opened, you heard a gasp.

“Mein gott!” a feminine voice yelled.

You squinted enough to let your self see a woman with blonde hair stare at you with complete and utter shock.

You tried to lift your hand towards her, shaking as you reached for her.

“Ple-.. hel-..” the woman moved over too you grabbing your hand and held it. She looked over her shoulder yelling orders to her left far out of your vision.

“Ho-.. -ong..” you managed out. She looked back at you with a questioning look. She then lowered her head to hear you.

“Ho-… -ong” you asked again in the same hoarse tone. She rose her head back looked at you with a broken-hearted expression. She placed her hand on your cheek, rubbing her thumb against the side of your eye.

“Too long.. mein dear..Too long…” your vision faded out into nothing.




The chirping noise was calming, because it wasn’t just a noise, it was a sign letting you know that you were out of the pod. Your eyes opened easier this time looking around the room that was washed in a dim light. It look like a large hospital room, the one were they could tend to more than one patients at once.

You realized that you were in a bed; it was warm and soft; the pillow supporting your back was fluffy. Fluffy enough to put you in a reclining position with enough support to look around with your head.

“Ugh..” You grunted as you turned your head left, then the right slowly. it felt like you slept funny on it. You moved your head back and forth trying to relax the muscle and get some blood flowing; you took the chance to look at your arm.

You blanched at how thin it was it was. It wasn’t to the point that you could see the bone however it was enough to know that you hadn’t eaten in sometime. Not only that, you were sure even though the room was dimmed you were much more paler maybe even sickly.

You froze, you could still feel your thread. It was then that the sudden hyper realization that something was different with it. You were terrified too even look at your finger for fear it was short and black. The color of a lost soulmate.

You sat your head back and closed your eyes, tears streaming down your face. You knew you needed to look but the thought of what it looked like after so long scared. So, with a small pep talk you decided that starting with the top of your left arm would make it easier to bear.

Your eyes scanned your bicep, you could see the colored veins now unlike before.

‘need some sun..”

You slowly got to the joint of your arm and saw a needle taped to your vein. Bringing what you assumed was a saline solution.

Your eyes dragged down to your wrist, the bone was slightly protruding via weight loss, but that was expected.

‘need a piece of pizza…” You slightly drooled at the thought.

You ripped your eyes from your wrist to your hand. You started at your thumb noticing that the nail had grown quite a bit compared to its normal nail bitten shape, from there you moved on. 





Your jaw dropped, more tears  fell down your face at the sight. It wasn’t the red that it once was. It was a sickly looking color of red with a few tangles, none the less that wasn’t what nearly floored you. 

It was almost complete.

You let out a choked sob.


“I have never seen anything like it either.” A soft voice spoke to the right of you. You whipped your head to look over, grunting loudly at the sudden movement of your head turning. You looked at her with a pained look, she just smiled warmly at you.

“All the threads I’ve seen from people in Cryo, that were alone have turned black or had disappeared completely.” she spoke as she checked the machine with bags of medicine. 

You just noticed that it was floating.

‘That thing is freaking floating…” You stared wide eyed at it.

“But most Cryo pods don’t come from the year 2016.” she said as she sat down in the chair next to the bed. Your eyes whipping from the floating pole to her.

You tilted your head at her. ‘what was that supposed to mean?’

“Oh! I didn’t properly introduce my self! I’m Dr.Angela Zigler.” she moved the chair closest to you.

“As I was saying, most pods don’t come the year 2016. Cryo pods didn’t go into use or manufacturing until 2506.” You openly gawked at this woman’s words.

‘What year is it!?’

‘How long were you asleep!?’

“I thought…” Angela licked her lips.

“I was going to be opening a cryo pod with a corpse. I should have thought better considering Talon had had the pod you were in.” You tried to sit up but Angela shot out of her seat pushing you back into the reclining position. 

“The Nano Tech I gave you wont be finished repairing for muscles to the point you can suddenly move like that. You were knocking on death’s door when we found you.” You looked at her with a questioning expression.

“we..?” you spoke softly at her. 

“Tomorrow Mein liebling, it will be a big day for you. Looking at the Nano Chart, its says you might be able to walk around for about 8 minutes at a time. It will give you enough time for you to bath. If you want I can show you some parts of the base; but for now rest, it is still early.” she said putting the chart down looking over you.

Without a thought, Angela started tucking you in the bed then fluffed your pillow. After she was done the blonde let out a satisfying huff. She then whispered a good night to you. she then walked out of the room leaving you with the thought that, that grown woman just tucked another grown woman in bed.

Even if it was strange, you couldn’t help but to smile and laugh softly to yourself. 

While drifting off to sleep, you took one last look at your nearly completed thread. The small comforts kept the looming questions along with the dark answers at bay, and for now that is what you needed.

Saturn, Bringer of Old Age

Once upon a time I started on a SPACE! AU, but it got a little too depressing. Here’s an excerpt.

They say you don’t dream in cryosleep—and you don’t. The cold slows any brain activity so your brain doesn’t experience REM. But there’s that moment right before the drop where you slip into a dreamscape. It’s only a few seconds, but a moment in waking life can mean years in dream world.

“Big Bro, I can’t sleep,” Isabel says.

Her voice is a grating whisper against my ears as she leans over the bed, her favorite stuffed rabbit under one arm and her thumb in her mouth.

“Then crawl in bed with me,” I tell her.

“There was a monster touching my feet,” Isabel confesses, tucking under the covers, her parted hair under my chin.

“Just ignore him and he’ll go away,” I mumble.

Then I’m jolted awake. My eyes snap open and I can see shapes moving through the heavy condensation on the glass. Waking up from cryosleep is a bit like being born. There’s fluid everywhere, someone is screaming, you feel like your chest is being constricted as the icy slurry drains and then, before you’re ready, you’re being forced into a world you couldn’t possibly have prepared for.

“Warning. Foreign contaminant detected. Foreign contaminant detected.”

I rip the mask off and take a shaky step out, nearly collapsing.

“Hurry, get a mask on him!”

I could hear Hanji ordering Moblit and then a hand clamped over my mouth and I fought against it instinctively.

“Levi! Levi! We were woken under emergency protocols, do you understand?” she asked and her face swam into view. “We need to get to the med bay immediately, something’s gone wrong.”

She’s not wearing her glasses. And she’s pulled her suit off so it’s hanging around her middle, leaving her top bare. There’s no modesty aboard a ship like this. Not that Hanji ever had any to begin with.

“Foreign contaminant detected.” The sirens keep blaring out the same message and there’s a yellow light swirling in the pod room.

Then years of training kick in. Work through the fog. Find one thing to focus on and the rest will follow. Think. If you’re being woken up under emergency protocols, what is the next step?

“I need to wake my team,” I managed, pulling myself upright.

They built the freeze-machines, emphasizing minimal atrophy, but the body knows. I know. It’s hard to stand, but I force myself. One step at a time.

“Already done. Oluo is blanking. He collapsed, seizing, but they think he’s going to be fine.”

Side effect of the drugs you take before you jump in your own pod: memory loss. Rare, but not that uncommon. The memories flood in after time. In very, very rare cases, they never recover. But that’s in .006% or something like that. That’s why our names are on every single surface. The pod, the thermal suits, our dog tags, and the implant floating around in my forearm. I decide to follow Hanji and strip off the suit which, while it was meant to feel like a second skin, feels altogether too much like I’m in a rubber coat.

I step out of the suit, naked as the day I was born and don’t wait for Hanji to show me the way.

“Warning. Foreign contaminant detected.”

“Can someone do something about that noise?” I shout, stomping to the medbay.

It’s only once I get there that I realize how fucked we must be. Where is the staff? Hanji shouldn’t have been the one to wake me, not when she’d just woken herself. Medbay is empty save for Oluo puking his guts out. Petra is changing behind a curtain, her movements stiff and jerky. She freezes when he sees me and immediately directs her gaze upward.

“Levi,” Mike nods behind me and I turn around. “Nice to see you walking. We had to drag a few here.”

He lets his gaze drop down between my legs and makes a pained expression at my nakedness. He’s still wearing the grey suit with the red and blue details tracing the arteries and veins on his body.

“I think I shrank a few inches in those pods,” I joke, grabbing a towel.

Mike graces me with a grin, but this feels like gallows humor.

“Foreign contaminant detected.”

“Everyone shower, change into uniforms, briefing in twenty minutes,” Erwin says, leaning into the room holding the door frame. He’s already in full uniform, our green jumpsuits, and his face is grave. Usually the doctors would recommend a good day of rest after being woken.

“That’s not enough time to take a shit,” I try. “C’mon, I’ve been stoppered up for a good decade here.”

Erwin doesn’t smile but he doesn’t give anything away either. Alright then.

“Twenty minutes,” he repeats, before taking off for command.

“He ready?” I ask Petra, nodding at Oluo.

“I gave him a shot to counteract the effects, but we’ll know in an hour. Welcome to space, Corporal.”

“You too, Petra.”

Ah yes, the Maria. Commander, Keith Shadis. Occupants: 300 humans, 200 animals, over 5000 species of flora. The first vessel in Earth’s attempt to colonize a new planet. Also in the armada, The Rose, bearing the bulk of our human and livestock population with Commander Pixis at the helm. The Sina, the luxury option for the rich and elite, run by the hirsute-challenged, Commander Dawk. Our ship is the bellwether of the human race, ahead of the pack by a good five years. Our mission is to establish a base on New Trost. It is an estimated 50 years to our destination.

The obvious problem, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, is how do you repopulate a new planet with a bunch of 70 year olds? Yes, cryosleep (smartass), but someone needs to steer the wooden shoe while Wynken, Blynken, and Nod have a kip, so how do you achieve that? The answer is a skeleton crew and shift rotations. Imagine your shift at a drive-thru, but instead of nine hours with a lunch break, it’s five years. The minimum number of people on five year shifts should mean that I wake up for only five years on this fucking ship, but looking at the log, my shift wasn’t for another thirty. Which means one of two things: we’ve arrived early—unlikely—or there’s been a disturbance in shift rotation. Disturbance could mean anything from pregnancy (we’re highly discouraged from reproducing until landing, lest we run out of stores, but hey, it happens), illness, death, or—and this is the worst—ship damage. In those cases, they would either wake up an alternate or another team. For them to have woken up every command crew, something must have happened. Something bad.

juulna-deactivated20161228  asked:

Reylux. They get locked together in a room for whatever reason you choose. None of them or not all of them are in a relationship yet though there is certainly tension. Prefer in-verse but that can be hard to write concisely haha. Xoxo

Whoops I went over 2-3 paragraphs, that might be a recurring theme with me. 


The smell of ozone filled the air as twin blades of light erupted from tensely gripped hilts.

“Turn those off,” snapped Hux. “They’ll eat the air.”

Ren scowled but obeyed. The other blade, however, remained ignited.

“Suit yourself,” said Hux, “You prefer to die gasping.”

There was something about the way he said the phrase, as though her dying was a certainty and it was merely the manner that remained to be negotiated. Her fingers found the power unit and the blade went dark.

Emergency lighting filled the pod with a dim blue glow, shadowed by the darker blue of the ocean through the viewport as they continued to sink.

“I appreciate your surrender,” said the General.

“I haven’t given it,” replied Rey.

“Come now,” he continued. “This is a first order pod, my men will trace the signal and be here within hours. You’re at my mercy now.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I could put my saber through the viewport.”

“And kill us all? I very much doubt it.”

“You think I value my own life so highly?”

“You’ve had the opportunity to kill us before, you hesitated.”

Ren laughed at that, a deep rumbling laugh, full of shadows. “She won’t kill us–”

Rey stuck out her chin. “What makes you so sure?”

He ignored her, continuing to address Hux, “–there was that time on Lantu, you remember, where she missed you deliberately. She likes you.”

To their surprise and delight, a soft blush mantled her cheeks.

“She could have killed you on Starkiller–,” the General pointed out in return, “–or Dantooine, or that time on n'Kadesh–hmm. You may have a point.” He paced thoughtfully, his steps bringing him close in the tiny space of the pod.

Rey took a step back and thudded softly against the black-clad chest behind her. Ren’s breathing rose and fell in time with her own, a strange comfort.

“Tell me girl,” said Hux, “have you been letting us live on purpose or is it sheer incompetence?”

She straightened her back against Ren’s chest. "Which answer would you prefer?“

The Knight’s fingers curled around her shoulders, nails biting into her exposed skin. To her own embarrassment she didn’t pull away. “She likes the way you call her girl." Ren’s voice came almost in her ear–as though he were her own mind, speaking secret thoughts aloud. 

The General tilted his head, a small smiled tugged at his lips, ”Does she?“

She looked over her shoulder to glare at Ren. "Don’t do that.”

He met her eyes coolly and said nothing. Goosebumps prickled out on her skin though from his gaze or from the chill in the pod she couldn’t be sure.

“She missed you on purpose, Hux. Both times.”

“I said don’t.”

Ren arched a brow, “You can stop me at any time–you don’t want to.”

She sucked in a breath, both from the look in his eyes and the strange truths that spilled forth from his mouth. He wasn’t wrong–there was a part of her, a dark, fascinated part, consumed with curiosity–that same part of her that had spared them, again and again and again.

“She kissed a boy once, with hair like yours,” Ren’s eyes glittered with amusement. “It fascinated her.”

A grin spread across Hux’s face, “And would you like to again, girl?”

She almost shook her head, but hesitated–who would know? Trapped here in an escape pod with her two worst enemies–no holos, no comm–nothing but desperate curiosity.

“Yes,”  she whispered, and she felt Ren’s surprise from behind her.

The general’s grin widened into a wicked thing. “Again,” he ordered.


Hux was on her in a moment, lips meeting hers, softly at first and then harder, sucking at her bottom lip with a fierceness that flooded her with heat.

Her eyes fluttered open to see his own, locked on Ren behind them. The Knight’s grip on her shoulders tightened, a vice so hard she knew he would leave bruises–she felt his hips arch into her back.

Hux pulled away and Rey was pleased to hear the hitch in his own voice when he spoke again.

“Now Ren, tell me what our little rebel wants next.”