Synopsis: You are on a mission of sorts when you cross paths with Void Stiles
A/N: I’m sorry this is so full of smut I needed to do a Void smut. There’s some Latin in this, because I love me some google translate. If you’re like me and like to listen to music while reading, I highly suggest anything by Massive Attack, it just fits so well with this. Enjoy the trash ya heathens
WARNING: This is the first time I’m putting a warning on my smut. This gets kind of intense. A little choking, definitely spanking, hair pulling, rough fingering and penetration. I’m sorry if I haven’t done the warnings quite right but if any of this makes you uncomfortable DON’T READ IT!
When vengeance takes over your life, it’s hard to think about much else. Most people my age would be having fun in their freshman year of college. Going to parties, dating, being your normal youth of today. But my life is not like the average nineteen or twenty year old. It never has been and somehow, I’m completely okay with that. Right now my focus is on one thing, well, one person. I came to Beacon Hills to kill Peter Hale, to make sure he suffers until his last dying breath. He has no idea. Why would he?
Happy Bering and Wells Day to @webgeekist, who wished for Christmas and eventual happy endings. Fast forward to the future. It’s Christmas Eve, the kid is home from college, and Claudia makes everyone wear matching holiday socks. All is well.
This is a special ham! Not only is he one of the very first Robo hamsters ever at my store, he’s also a little stallion who wants to run wild and free… and did, for 15 days! (Escaped animals are a part of life in a pet store. I think my store is pretty good, first at not losing them in the first place, secondly at recovering the few who do escape fairly quickly (Robo hams aside). Recently, we’ve only had one escapee - a mouse, named Houdini after the fact, who managed to get out TWICE, and is now in “maximum security” on the sales floor.) Over the course of two weeks my wild son made it all the way across the store into the back warehouse before I recovered him. Ever tried to catch a 2″ hamster in a warehouse full of dog food pallets and machinery? I caught him pretty much the same way he escaped: through sheer force of will.
He’s been in a firmly secured bin cage for the past week to recover from his ordeal, disgusted and humiliated by the little wheel I gave him to keep him busy. Today I did a deep clean of our back rooms and put the Robo in a critter keeper while I cleaned his bin cage. When it was nice and clean I picked up the critter keeper and removed the lid. The Robo looked at me, spitefully. Then he leapt out of the critter keeper, hit the floor, and hauled ass. You would not believe how fast these hams can move. They barely have legs. But they are aerodynamic and low to the ground, like racecars. He was gone in seconds.
I could have cried. I turned the back rooms upside down. I sealed off gaps wherever I could find them. I went to check under the sink and came face to face with the Robo. He looked at me, I looked at him, and then nyoom! - he was off to the races again. But this time I was right behind him. I cornered him under the bird cages, where he reviewed his options. He sat up and groomed himself. I waited for him to come a little closer. Then he turned around, and walked into a hole in the wall. A hole which I had sealed from the other side, and not realized there was actual space in the wall for him to go side to side. Who knew if it let out anywhere else? There was nothing I could do but place a live trap and pray. I got on with my deep clean, numbly. Checked the trap periodically. Catching him the first time was a chance in a thousand, how could I POSSIBLY catch him a second time? I imagined going to Houdini the mouse, out on the sales floor. Pictured him smoking a cigarette in his igloo. Yeah… I know that hole, he’d say. Visited it a few times in my wild days. That was a long time ago though. I don’t do that shit anymore.
But. I caught my son.
I transferred him to max security. He is seething with hatred. But he is uninjured and safe!!
And that was how almost my entire shift went today. I’m pretty sure it knocked a couple years off my life. I guess the moral of the story is that Robo hams are terrible spiteful frictionless hole-seeking missiles who could outrun actual Olympians. I love this rotten baby, but I sure wish we had gotten Chinese hams instead.
ETA: For visual effect, here is a video of a Robo ham running, to Flight of the Bumblebee. I hope this gives an adequate impression of what I was up against.
Concept: you own an old industrial warehouse. you invite artist friends from all over the world to come and work, everyone learns new things from each other. you get grants to furnish the warehouse with the tools needed to make whatever anyone desires. you host workshops that are open to the public. you build a tiny house within the warehouse, where your dog and partner live. you don’t have to worry about money or food, you are fulfilled.
Eames found the dog in an alley while he was supposed to be tailing a mark. It looked so helpless that he just had to pick it up and bring it back to the warehouse. He had a thing for pit bulls – misunderstood creatures, so often abused and then blamed for being afraid of people. “I would never let a pit bull near my child.” “It’s in their nature to be violent.”
It was a frigid day and the puppy was shivering. From the cold or from fear? Either way, Eames tucked him into his jacket. His little paw pads scrabbled against his chest at first, but soon the puppy relaxed and sank into his body heat.
When Eames first showed up at the warehouse with a stray dog, Arthur rolled his eyes. It was so like Eames, to impulsively take pity on some pathetic creature and assume that he could help it. But the more he watched Eames with the puppy — which he had begun calling “Sir Frederick,” or “Freddie” for short — the more he felt a creeping sense of fondness bleeding into his view of Eames. Maybe it was Eames’s attentiveness, the way he was constantly carrying Freddie around and laying absentminded kisses on his head. Maybe it was the contrast between this tiny, bumbling, helpless animal and Eames’s practiced, capable sturdiness. Whatever it was, Arthur felt an unfamiliar sense of envy, although whether he was envious of Eames or of the puppy, he wasn’t sure.
OH MY GOD HELLO YOU ARE WARM AND FRIENDLY
YOU HAVE A SPIKY FACE AND I LOVE YOU
YOU SMELL LIKE A FOREST I LIKE FORESTS I LIKE TO RUN AROUND AND DIG CAN WE GO DIG
IS THAT A BONE I LOVE BONES
YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD LIKE IS SOME FOOD DO YOU HAVE ANY
Alright, so, I’m not usually a huge AU person. That’s not to say I haven’t read some amazing pieces out there. Only that my preference is within the canon universe with the occasional split from the seasons. THAT being said… I was up way too late last night and in my delirium decided the gang would be a lot of fun thrown into the Fallout universe.
The following contains spoilers from the intro to Fallout 4.
You’ve been warned.
The cast: H.G.: this sets the whole thing up. A few hundred years frozen and out of her own time with her child stolen for unknown reasons, she’s a woman on a mission. Luckily for the gang, she’s also pretty handy and actually knows what all this old tech does and how to fix it. Myka: Ex Enclave. Jumped from her presidential guardian duties when she realised help was never actually going to be given to the people of the wasteland. Pete: Ex Brotherhood. He joined to help bring peace and safety back to the people. It didn’t take him long to see how things really were. Artie: Ex Brotherhood. Pounced on a newly brother-less Pete to join his own crusade to bring hope to the wasteland. Claudia: Family murdered by raiders, she found safety and a new family with an eerily calm super mutant. Steve: One of the rare super mutants who has been able to maintain his faculties through sheer will. Or that’s what Artie suspects at least. Mrs. Fredrick: Another person out of time. She remembers how it used to be. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than it is now. And she’s gathered this group of ragtags to help set things right. Trailer: Upgraded.
Warehouse 13’s cast shot from one of its Christmas-themed episodes. CCH Pounder (as Mrs. Frederic), Eddie McClintock (as Pete Lattimer), Joanne Kelly (as Myka Bering), Genelle Williams (as Leena) and Saul Rubinek (as Artie Nielsen). (Front row): Allison Scagliotti (as Claudia Donovan).