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sunsetkerr · 3 months

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THE SHOWER | s.kerr

summary: caitlin, alannah and mackenzie have taken it upon themselves to plan yours and sam's baby shower.. what could go wrong?! [1.9k words]

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr (sweet nora universe)

notes: trying to cheer myself up after sam doing her acl, I hope it cheers you all up too. I missed nora lots and lots.

august 2019, 3 months pregnant

IF THERE WERE THREE PEOPLE THAT you would never trust to plan literally anything, it would be Alanna, Mackenzie and Caitlin. The three of them together are like a taking time bomb that just cannot wait to go off. They are loud, messy, chaotic and almost always in disarray.

So when Sam came to you in the third month of your pregnancy and say that the three of them wanted to be the ones to plan your baby shower, you could've fainted then and there.

Sure, Sam had known the three of them for a long time. They were all really close friends of both you and Sam. Sam had been playing with Caitlin since she was 15, she was in your wedding for god's sake- it wasn't a far fetched idea to have them want to do something so big for you both. But with the three of them together, you weren't really sure how successful your baby shower would be.

You and Sam were completely shut out of the planning side of things. They told you nothing, and you mean literally nothing. Alanna had made the invites before even asking (or telling) Sam if they could plan the shower, claiming that she had an untapped passion for graphic design or something like that. All the information on there was all you got.

The shower was going to be held at your home in Perth during Matildas camp for the World Cup. That way all of Sam's teammates could be there and so could your families. A few of Sam's teammates from Chicago would fly out, Mackenzie ensuring their arrivals. By the time the shower came around you had been shunned away to Sam's parents house to get ready for your day.

Alanna had taken the liberty of finding you a dress, knowing exactly the kind of clothes that you would feel comfortable but confident in at 3 months pregnant. You slipped on your outfit and were subtly impressed with what Alanna had chosen for you.

"Wow, hello you" You couldn't help yourself but to let a smile fall upon your lips as Sam wolf-whistled at you as she came into her old bedroom. You were stood in front of the mirror, fixing up your hair before you left for the baby shower. Sam was dressed in a beige button up shirt with a pattern on it paired with some white linen shorts that you loved her in. She looked so gorgeous.

"Do you like it?" You asked, giving her a little spin.

"You look incredibly beautiful" She nodded softly as she grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you in closer. She placed a quick kiss on your lips before pulling away and hovering over them again. "Like stunning" She whispered, before kissing you again.

"I love you" You leant your forehead against hers, not wanting this moment to pass from you both.

"I love you more" She smiled.

"Are you two ready to head off?" Rox called up the stairs. You were driving in with Rox and Maddie, who were both waiting for you two downstairs.

"Yep! Give us like five minutes" Sam called back. You chuckled and leant into her embrace, leaning against her as she held you tight.

"Are you excited?" Sam said quietly, trying her best to saviour your time together before you went into a sea of people for the late morning.

"I'm more so nervous to see what they've done to our house" You closed your eyes and imagined the chaos that could only be caused by Cait, Alanna and Mackenzie.

"It's just a brunch babe" Sam kissed your forehead, already knowing what you were thinking. "Worst thing could be that they haven't put coasters out on the table" She admitted.

"It's really nice timber, Sam" You defended yourself and your over-protectiveness of your breakfast bar. Sam had it custom made for you when you said that you had always wanted one. It really was your first child in a way.

"Don't worry, I already warned Cait about the timber" Sam droned, rolling her eyes at you. "She's said she'll protect it with her life".

"She better" You raised your eyebrows.

"I doubt she would mess with Mrs Kerr" Sam smacked your bum lightly before leading you out from her childhood room and into the car.

"Oh I love it when you call me that"

You couldn't stop the butterflies in your belly from fluttering around, although you weren't sure if you baby was just moving around more than usual. The house looked amazing when you pulled up at the front. The garden had been decked out in balloons, a sign next to the front door that said 'Y/N & SAM'S BABY SHOWER' in a beautiful handwritten font.

You held your hands over your mouth in shock as you got out of the car with Sam's help. "Oh my god it looks so good," You could've sworn that there were tears welling up in your eyes.

Before you could even take it in fully, Alanna, Mackenzie and Caitlin opened the front door and cheered for your arrival.

"It looks so good!" You exclaimed, bringing all of them in for a bone-crushing hug. You were beyond impressed and far past grateful.

"We clean up nice" Macca chuckled, hugging you tightly.

"Do you wanna like have some faith in us?" Alanna laughed, rolling her eyes at you.

"I was nervous" You admitted, shrugging awkwardly.

"She was so nervous" Sam reiterated.

"Trust the process, Y/N" Caitlin said before leading both you and Sam inside.

The house looked amazing. There were fresh flowers throughout the entry way with more decorations strung up. You spied a few games set up on various tables before entering the back garden. You had to have had over thirty girls waiting for you and Sam in the back garden. Your close friends were there, as well as lots of Sam's teammates, members of your family sprinkled throughout.

You squealed as you spied some of your older friends who you hadn't had the chance to see in a while. Sam smiled as she watched you catch up with your mates, looking radiant.

"It looks just amazing guys," Sam brought the three of her friends in for a hug. "Thank you so so much" She smiled.

"We need to start charging for events I reckon" Macca chuckled.

"Oh yeah, definitely" Cait nodded in agreeance.

"So what do you need from me?" Sam asked, ready to go into mum-mode and help out her girls for the morning.

"Nothing" Cait shrugged. "Can you relax skip? It's your baby shower. Go sit with your wife and chill. Brunch will be out soon"

"How did you manage to order so much food for so early" Sam asked, the curiosity eating inside at her.

"We're making it" Caitlin said.

"Wait, what?"

You would be lying if you said you weren't nervous that Caitlin might burn down your kitchen. There seemed to be lots of raised voices coming from inside your home, majority coming from Lani telling the girls that they had been cooking the bacon for too long. A few of Sam's teammates offered their help. Emily headed in and started to bring out what was hot (and not burnt) with Steph running inside to save the day- her mimosa in hand.

Everyone was determined to not let you inside and look at the carnage you were convinced was happening in your kitchen. Instead, Sam just held your hand and distracted you by talking with your friends and family.

Soon enough, brunch was served and you were pleasantly surprised. Macca ended up coming out late to eat, still with an apron on, claiming she was just tidying up a little. You knew there was probably more than a little bit of tidying to do, and you were okay with that.

Since being pregnant, you found yourself needing more control over situations, but right now in this moment you were grateful that you and Sam had such beautiful friends who were willing to, not only put on such events for you both, but to make sure you were relaxed and enjoying yourself as they did.

After brunch the games began. Caitlin had the idea of a blindfolded nappy change race. You never thought you would see Hayley Raso facing off against Lydia Williams in who could change a baby doll's nappy the fastest. Lydia smoked her for the record.

Alanna had hidden baby photos of you and Sam around the garden for guests to find. To say you were shocked to have a picture of two-year-old sam sitting in your esky was an understatement.

Mackenzie wanted everyone to decorate a one-suit for your bub. You had Clare Polkinghorne claiming hers was the best as she drew a little tillies kit with her number on the back on hers. Sam tried her best to draw little hearts all around hers, but ended up with some red splotches more so than hearts- you loved it.

The shower went on for a while, way longer than you would have anticipated. It was an absolute hit and you were so grateful to have had to thrown for you.

As the night was winding down you found Cait, Macca and Lani cleaning up the kitchen together so you and Sam wouldn't have to.

"Hey," You said as the girls all turned around to face you. "Thank you so much for today. You have no idea how much it means to me that you guys did all of this"

"Stop it!" Macca exclaimed, reaching out to put a hand on your growing bump. "This is our niece of nephew we're talking about! Of course we wanted to do this" She gave you an extra squeeze before grabbing her dishes again to wash.

"I'm just so so happy" You looked at them all.

"So you had a good time?" Alanna asked, bringing you in for another hug.

"Such a good time" You smiled as you leant against her shoulder. You were so grateful.

"Good we're glad," She smiled at you once you pulled away, "Now get out of the kitchen so you don't combust watching Mackenzie attempt to wash dishes" She nodded over at Mackenzie who was trying her best to scrap at a pan that had definitely seen better days.

You offered them all another thank you before heading out into the garden again. You could here Mackenzie start to bicker with Alanna as you left.

"I'm actually really good at washing dishes" She defended herself.

"Not sure if that's really a brag there Macca" Lani shot back.

It became late in the afternoon before everyone had really started to head off. You and Sam were left sat in the back garden together, watching Macca, Caitlin and Lani as they picked up the last few things around the house.

"They're so good to us" You smiled, leaning your head against Sam's shoulder.

"They're good chicks" Sam nodded, never having felt so content that she did in that moment.

"Can't believe in six months we'll have a baby" You marvelled.

"Can't believe in six months our baby is going to have more than three aunties" She scoffed.

"That's on you there skip" You raised your eyebrows at her as a smirk grew on her lips.

"What can I say?" She shrugged, "I've got good teammates".

"The best teammates"

#sweet nora . * • .#sam kerr imagine #sam kerr x reader #sam kerr one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #one shots . * • .

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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I can just imagine him being an absolute horny mess when he’s on his heat and she’s like bro… get your shit together cause their out with friends or something he’s like being really rude to anyone trying to talk to her and he just wants to go home and fuck her senseless

Oh my god but yes. (If you don’t like abo/wolfrry skip this piece!)

He’s never miscalculated his rut before.

Harry had always had to be careful because he was the leader of his pack, he had to plan accordingly for when he was out.

YN wasn’t a wolf, she couldn’t scent him in the way he could scent her - he could smell her heat from days away.

It starts when they’re at dinner with a group of friends, Mitch and Sarah, Niall and Jayla, Zayn and Chelsea, Louis and Eleanor.

Harry’s normally very subdued in public, he hates going out anywhere and wants to be home - safe at their home whenever possible.

He begins to pick up YN’s scent so heavily it’s making him dizzy as she sits next to him - unaware as she’s drinking and laughing.

She smells like the purest piece of heaven on a bad day and right now she was radiating something so beautiful Harry could feel himself hardening up.

This never happened but he was nearly blinded with his arousal for his mate that he couldn’t even care or notice.

At first, YN doesn’t think much of it when his nose nuzzles at the nape of her neck, a low grumble emitting from his chest.

“I think that lip color looks great on you,” Mitch compliments innocently as they discuss makeup and outfits.

“Don’t fucking talk to her,” Harry snaps at his subordinate, Mitch lower his head in confused submission.

“Harry,” YN scolds, pulling him away from her neck with a hand in his hair, his eyes boring into hers with possession and adoration, “Be nice.”

“M’nice,” He rasps unbothered, his lips returning to where he just scented and bit down at base of her neck with enough power to ache, “Treat you so good, don’t I? M’a good mate, yeah? Take care of my little omega. Feed you, bathe you, fuck you.”

“Jesus,” Niall mumbles when he hears the leader trying to seduce her, he shakes his head, and they try to talk loudly enough other tables won’t hear.

This was so unlike Harry that YN was concerned.

“Come with me,” YN tells him, intertwining their hands and leading him into the bathroom and locking the door.

“Yea, good pet,” Harry purrs as his hands go to hike up the bottom of her dress, “M’gonna give it to you right now, stuff you full, yeah? With my pups, gonna give it to you, my mate.”

“Damn it,” YN curses as she slaps his hands away, earning an annoyed growl as his mouth literally waters for her.

“Can smell you,” He taunts in the low alpha bravado, eyes intense and unwavering, “S’dripping down your thighs yet, baby? Let me lick you clean.”

“Are you- fuck, why didn’t you tell me it was time for your rut? Big dumb alpha,” YN hisses as she gives his chest a light smack.

“Submit,” Harry orders in his low timber, his hands back at her skirt - he could basically taste her cunt on his tongue right now.

“Not here, you dick,” YN shakes her head as she takes his car keys from his suit jacket pocket, “We’re not starting your rut in a restaurant bathroom, we’ll never get you out of here.”

“You want it though? Yes?” Harry crows as his hand cups her neck, “Want my pups? Sweet girl, tell me.”

YN’s eyes soften a bit, her hand coming to caress his cheek, “Yes alpha. Let’s get home so I can show you, okay?”

#wolf!harry masterlist #wolfrry #wolf!harry #abo harry styles #abo!harry #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles #harry styles masterlist #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff

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pianokantzart · 5 months

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Mario Animal AU Masterpost

🦊

Headcanons + art:

A Collection of Doodles

A Special Bond

Twins!

Tanooki Mario and Kitsune Luigi Origins: The Story The Aftermath

Peach, Mario, & Toad (art only)

Spike and Pauline (art only)

Luigi & Nightmares

Mario & Nightmares

Alpaca Yoshi

Owl Shy Guys (art only)

Kappa Bowser (art only)

Magic, Lore, & Young Kappa Bowser

Animal AU Luigi's Mansion & Grey Fox E. Gadd

Timber Wolf King Boo Rough Sketches

Luigi, E. Gadd, and King Boo

Kitsune Daisy

Fur Effectiveness & Flower Powerups

Nuzzles & Greetings

Staticky Fur

Powerups, Magic, & Emotions

Mario's Bravery and Luigi's Comfort

Headcanons Only

The Tanooki and The Kitsune

Powerups and Magical Abilities

Fighting in The Animal World

Noises Tanooki and Foxes Make

❤️Fanart!!!💚

Baby Mario and Luigi by @jell-o101

Crossing That Bridge by @tadanoningen-fr

Mario and Luigi by @theangelofangst

Helicopter Mario by @the-brucest-fan

Mario & Luigi With Their Caps and Curiosity Caught The Fox by @nsbfenro

Kitsune Luigi and Daisy and Sketches by @itsavee4117

Kitsune Luigi Sketches + Tanooki Mario by @pls-let-me-in

Play Fight by @katlyntheartist

#Mario Animal AU #Masterpost #for pinned post #thank you everyone who sends asks!#and BIG thank you to all you who make fan art of my silly little AU. FR It makes me so happy #but if you want me to change the title I assigned your art or you don't want to be included in this post please let me know

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where Changbin gets a little too "big dumb alpha." And Minho puts him in his place.

Or the tenth installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, SKZ!Pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!skz, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, pack!prequel, SKZ!pack prequel series, a/b/o, omvegaverse, alpha beta omega, bang chan, lee minho, hwang hyunjin, seo changbin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Imitation as a form of Flattery, Exhibition as a form of Punishment

After the pack gets back from the cabin, Changbin doesn’t leave your side.

(“Oh my god, (Y/N). Are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby girl. I’m never leaving you again-”

“I’m fine. Really.” You note the darkening hickies bruising the other alpha’s neck with a smirk as you take a sip of your water bottle. “You, however, look a little worse for wear. Have fun?”

Jisung passes you on his way to the bedroom, bag slung over his shoulder, and offhandedly remarks, “Minho-hyung likes to bite.”

You promptly choke on your mouthful of water.

“What?”

Changbin goes beet red.

Minho appears then, his own suitcase in his hands, and pats Changbin’s ruddy cheek a little too roughly to be considered affectionate with his open palm, full lips curving upward into an entirely too smug smirk.

“I can’t help it if MuscleHead here likes to bottom. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You cough so hard that Hyunjin looks concerned that you’ll die, patting your back from a safe distance away.)

And so, when the other alpha insists he’s going along with you to your study group at the library that weekend, you sigh, setting your bookbag down with a heavy thump, silently apologizing to your offended laptop, as you shoot him an exasperated, tired, desperate look.

“Bin, I swear, I’ll be fine-”

“I’m going.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares you down, and the smell of smoke heightens.

You sigh again and rake a hand through your hair.

You expected it, sure, but you’d thought you could talk him out of it.

Maybe.

“You’re going to be so bored, dude. We’re just gonna be talking about cell mitosis for hours on end and there won’t even be any snacks because we’re all too poor to even afford coffee-”

“(Y/N).” Changbin says your name dangerously, alpha timber creeping into his tone, and your wolf flattens its ears, even as you stand strong. His eyes flash warningly, golden. “I’m going.”

You huff an angry breath and sling your backpack onto your shoulder, grabbing your keys as you yank open the door, a little bit harder than necessary, just to make a point.

You could chalk his sudden possessiveness and protectiveness up to your recent unexpected rut without him, your still lingering hormones, and a little bit of shit biology, accept it, and adjust until it passed, but where was the fun in that?

You needed to make him miserable. Just a little bit.

“Fine. Come on. We’re gonna be late.”

*******

When you walk into the library, Changbin in tow, you haven’t said a word the entire bus ride over.

Silent treatment may be immature, but hey, it gets the point across right?

Unluckily for you, Changbin was right at home in comfortable-and uncomfortable-silence.

Damn him.

He strolls behind you without a care in the world, eyes sharp as they scan the quiet that is the library on a long weekend, and idly hums a song you don’t recognize beneath his breath.

You try to ignore the scent of smoke lingering on your clothes.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice calls out, and you glance to your left to see Yeosang waving wildly at you from a corner table, a giant, goofy grin on his pretty features. “Over here!”

Behind you, Changbin ceases humming and a low growl rumbles in the back of his throat.

“Seriously?” You turn to face him, walking backward a few steps, as you hold his gaze with an exasperated, pointed glare. “Yeosang and Seungmin are the furthest thing from dangerous.”

Changbin shrugs, eyes glancing past you to the waiting forms of your friends.

“Can’t be too cautious.”

“Yeah. You can.” You counter back sourly beneath your breath, turning to walk forward again, muttering quieter so the alpha behind you doesn’t hear. “You’re doing it right now.”

“Hey guys.” You pull out a chair at the table, dutifully ignoring Changbin as he sits down heavily beside you without a word, and reach into your backpack for your laptop.

The two men at the table glance over at the stoic alpha curiously, but neither of them asks any questions.

“Oh.” You roll your eyes, pulling out your notebook and pen, waving the writing utensil at your boyfriend. “Guys, this is Changbin.” A wave of the pen in their direction now. “Changbin, this is Yeosang and Seungmin.”

“Pleasure.” Changbin says flatly, without ever taking his gaze from you.

“Right.” Seungmin replies blankly, sitting back in his chair, as he stares at Changbin beside you. “The creepy stalker guy.”

Changbin immediately looks over to the beta, offense flashing across his features.

“Okay, first off, I didn’t stalk her-” “Pretty close.” You mutter, biting back a smirk, as you crack open your textbook.

Changbin shoots you a glare, and then turns back to Seungmin, expressionless and silent, regarding him from across the table.

“Secondly, how did you know about that-?”

Seungmin’s lips curl into what could be considered the start of a smile.

“He was here. The night I caught sight of you in the library.” You sigh out, trying to lean over and copy Yeosang’s notes, as the other alpha purposefully places his hand in your way. You sit back in frustration. “You’ll be happy to know, he told me I was batshit crazy by the way.”

“You sounded crazy.” Seungmin shrugs, and the scent of warm, gingered citrus strengthens momentarily with the motion.

“Yeah you did.” Yeosang snorts, and you turn your glare on him.

“You weren’t even here.”

“Yeah, but Minnie told me about it and I thought you’d finally lost your marbles for good.”

“I didn’t stalk her-” Changbin repeats with tired irritation, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, as if he has an oncoming headache.

“Whatever you say, stalker boy.”

“Yeah, sounds like something a stalker would say.”

You bite back a laugh as Changbin stares down Seungmin and Yeosang helplessly from across the table, before he finally glances at you, and you try not to point out the twitching muscle in his jaw.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

You roll your eyes, but heave yourself up from your chair regardless, shooting the two men still seated at the table an annoyed and openly exasperated look as Changbin practically drags you away.

“Okay, okay, release, boy.” You say, only half teasing, as Changbin maneuvers the two of you around several bookshelves and into a corner out of ear shot.

His fingers loosen on your wrist, and you rub at the rapidly reddening skin offhandedly.

“Good boy.”

Judging by the dark look in Changbin’s eyes, he’s in no mood to play along with your games.

You decide to play the innocent route.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Changbin huffs out, hard, through his nose, and reaches up to run an agitated hand through his dark hair.

You try to ignore the way the motion makes his bicep ripple.

“You told your study buddies that I stalked you?”

“I mean-” You shrug, trying not to cough as the smell of campfire grows stifling. “-you kinda did. But it’s a funny story to tell now, right?”

Changbin doesn’t even crack a smile, and you feel your wolf start to cower a little in the face of the obviously irritated alpha.

“Binnie. C’mon.”

You try the soothing tactic now, reaching out to gently curl your fingers around his forearm, stroking them down across his knuckles in a repetitive motion, pushing out a wave of calming wisteria laced pheromones.

“I was just teasing. And so were they. I promise no one really thinks you’re a stalker.”

The same muscle in Changbin’s jaw ticks once more, and he snaps his teeth in agitation, canines clicking in a way that has you wanting to bare your throat.

You resist the urge. If only barely.

The campfire is turning into a raging bonfire.

You backtrack a little, fingers tightening slightly around his wrist.

“Listen, I know this whole ‘unscheduled rut while you were all away’ thing has put you kind of on edge, so maybe we should just go home and-”

“No.” Changbin says forcefully, cutting you off, and you bite your tongue, as he breathes in, deeply, just once, before he says again, calmer this time, the gold fading slightly from his eyes, “No. It’s fine. You need to study. I can control myself.”

You stare at him, counting the seconds as the smoke slowly begins to fade, and then he forcibly relaxes his jaw, offering you the hint of a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he encourages softly, “C’mon. Let’s go back.”

His fingers intertwine with yours, and you feel yourself relax for the moment, if only a little.

“They’re really nice, you know. And incredibly smart. I promise once you get to know them, your wolf will have no more qualms whatsoever.”

Changbin looks thoughtful as you slowly make your way back to the table, his eyes scanning the book shelves as you walk.

“He’s cute.”

You stop walking in shock, and Changbin makes it a point not to look at you as you stare at him with open incredulousness.

“What? Who? Yeosang?” You realize you’re vomiting useless information at this point, but the conversation has swerved so quickly that you’re not sure you’ve entirely kept up. “Hate to break it to you, but he already has a pack and they’re all way out of our league-”

“No.” Changbin offers you a raised eyebrow over his shoulder, as he pulls you into walking once more. “Not that one.”

You try hard not to stumble over your own feet.

“Seungmin.”

You choke on your own spit, and try to silence your ensuing coughing fit as a group of freshmen at a nearby table shoot you dirty looks.

“Seungmin?”

Changbin nods, grinning now, and the smell of smoke is no longer itching your nose, instead now coating your thoughts and making them comfortably hazy.

“Yeah. Seungmin.” Changbin repeats, slower this time, as if to help you keep up.

You don’t appreciate the gesture.

He shrugs as your table comes back into view, and the man in question appears, head bent studiously over a book.

“You can’t tell him though. Because if he knows, then how will I stalk him?”

His joke catches you off guard, but he’s grinning widely, eyes bright, even as you smack him square in the chest loudly in retaliation.

“Stalker.”

“Tattletale.”

“I’m gonna feed you to Minho.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

********

Contrary to the lightheartedness that night in the library, and even with the glimpse of the old Changbin just within reach, things do not improve.

And so, by the time you’ve finished your fifth class of the day, and Changbin has walked you to the bus stop and back to the apartment, (Seriously, doesn’t this guy have his own classes to attend?), you can’t take it any more, flopping down with a groan on Minho and Jisung’s couch, even as said alpha heads silently to the bathroom.

At least that’s one place he hasn’t dared to follow you.

Yet.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Jisung glances up from the video game he’s playing at the sound of your long sigh, dark eyes wide, headphones adorably askew atop his mop of messy black hair.

You groan again and throw a hand over your eyes.

“Changbin. He’s driving me crazy.”

“Ah.” Jisung tsks, like he knows exactly what you’re talking about-and he probably does-already turning back to his video game. “Still following you around, huh?”

“Yes.” You whine out, a little too loudly, and Jisung reaches out to pat you sympathetically on the thigh. “It’s like, god, seriously? I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Rut is long over, I took care of it, let it go, man.”

“He can’t.” Jisung replies automatically, and you peek at him from between your fingers, but his gaze is focused on the television, the tip of his tongue between his lips in concentration.

It’s adorable.

“He can’t, because he wasn’t here to take care of it.”

You stew that over in silence for a moment, the sounds of the video game loud over Jisung’s headphones, and then you sigh, annoyed, and cover your face with your hands once more.

“Sometimes you’re incredibly smart, and it’s incredibly annoying, do you know that?”

“I know.” Jisung quips back, and you can hear the grin in his voice even without looking at him. “Hyung tells me that all the time.”

“Tells you what all the time?”

Minho’s voice pulls you back from the brink of self pity, and you manage to dig yourself out of the wallowing long enough to meet his gaze as he sits down on the opposite end of the couch from you, tapping your calf to tell you silently to move your feet.

You do so, and he settles comfortably into the embrace of the worn cushions, tapping you once more to tell you to put your legs back, and you let them drop gratefully, cradled in the warmth of Minho’s lap.

“That I’m a genius.” Jisung replies, pushing buttons violently on the controller like it’s a contest and he’s winning.

“Those words have never once left my lips.” Minho deadpans drily, his long fingers curving around your shins now, hands warm even through the fabric of your pants.

“Minho.” You try, voice creeping into a wheedle now as the other alpha directs his gaze to you. “Changbin’s driving me crazy.”

“She’s gonna kill him.” Jisung offers helpfully from his spot somewhere on the floor.

“I don’t see the problem with that.”

The sound of the bathroom door shutting down the hall has your wolf pricking its ears, even as you groan and bury your face in your hands once more.

Changbin appears then, you know without looking, know because of the heavy step of his sneakers, the sudden intense tang of smoke that fills the room, the way Jisung suddenly stops smashing buttons like his life depends on it.

A growl fills the room.

You tense up, and you feel the way Minho’s fingers curl protectively around your shin, a little tighter, a little more bite as his nails dig into your skin.

“Did you just growl at me?”

The cool, dangerous tone to the other alpha’s voice makes you want to whimper, but you bite your lip and manage to peek out from behind your fingers.

Changbin looks suitably apologetic, scuffing his sneaker in the doorway now, avoiding Minho’s menacing glare, metaphorical ears pinned.

“Sorry, hyung. I don’t know what-”

“This has gone on long enough.” Minho states firmly, abruptly standing from the couch, tossing your legs aside and making you yelp. “Come with me. Both of you.”

When you both do nothing but stare at him, he pointedly sweeps his gaze between the two of you, gold flaring warningly in the depths of his irises.

His voice drops threateningly into the growl of alpha timber.

“Now.”

Jisung whines and you push yourself up from the couch, moving so quickly to obey the commanding alpha’s bidding that you stumble over your own feet.

Changbin doesn’t meet Minho’s fiery gaze as you both trail reluctantly after him to the bedroom.

Once the door has clicked shut and been locked with a final, sort of menacing sound, Minho turns to look at you, expression fierce, lips pulled into a stern line.

“Sit.” He points at Changbin, standing apprehensively beside the bed, and then moves his finger to the desk chair in the corner. “Now.”

Changbin sits.

Minho watches silently, expression unreadable, and then he takes a step in the sitting alpha’s direction, slow and deliberate.

“Listen to me carefully.” His voice is quiet, steady, and all the more terrifying because of it, as he continues to converge on the other alpha, like a predator moving in on cornered prey. “You’re going to sit there-just sit, nothing else-and watch me take what’s yours.”

Nervousness bubbles into the pit of your stomach, but you can’t bring yourself to move, standing silently, frozen, beside the bed, watching the scene before you unfold.

Minho taps a long, commanding finger beneath Changbin’s jaw, and the other alpha reluctantly meets his swirling, golden gaze.

“Now tell me, word for word, what alpha asked you to do.”

Changbin swallows, you see it in the way his Adam's apple bobs violently, and then he parts his lips, his voice wavering as he repeats back roughly, “I’m going to sit. Nothing else.”

“That’s right.” Minho nods approvingly, removing his finger from beneath Changbin’s chin now. “Good boy.”

And then, he turns his predatory gaze on you, and you feel all the breath leave your lungs.

Everything inside of you is molten-hot and lava and boiling-beneath Minho’s half lidded gaze.

The spiciness of amber coats your tongue and the tang of smoke scorches your throat.

“(Y/N). Get on the bed.”

It’s a stern, firm command, but it doesn’t leave you chafing, no, instead, you rush to comply, your wolf tripping over itself in its almost dazed hurry to please alpha.

Traitor.

Minho straddles you, and a smirk crosses his full, pink lips as he stares down at you, something smug coming across his pretty features.

You swallow down the anticipation clawing its way up your throat.

“Already trembling, sweetheart? Are we that excited, hm?”

“It’s cold.” You quip back immediately, brat rearing its ugly head at Minho’s condescending teasing. “I didn’t bring a jacket.”

“Mm.” Minho makes a sort of low, humming sound in the back of his throat, and the gold in his eyes flashes as his fingers find the hem of your shirt. “I hate to break it to you then, sweetheart, but it’s only gonna get worse.”

His fingers tap your hip bone, cool and insistent against your bare skin, and motions almost lazily to the clothes you wear.

“Off.”

You do as you’re told.

“Pretty.” Minho remarks, cocking his head, studying you openly as he lets his gaze slip across your body.

You feel exposed, but in a pleasant sort of way, as if your skin is zapping with electricity, eager for what comes next.

Minho continues his perusal of you, letting his eyes wander, but not actually touching you, not yet.

It takes everything in you to bite your tongue and not let your wolf whimper for his touch.

“She’s pretty, don’t you think?” Minho says again, offhandedly this time, and it takes you a moment to work out that he’s talking to Changbin now, glancing over his shoulder at the other alpha with a searing smirk.

Changbin manages a jerky nod, and his fingers clench around the base of the chair in a fruitless effort of control.

“However, I think-” Minho muses, looking like he’s enjoying this a little too much, leaning into your space now, his fingers ghosting over the outline of your jaw. “-she’d be even prettier if I left a few marks, hm?”

Your stomach clenches pleasantly as he leans closer, eyes swirling, and lets his lips brush across the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

The scent of amber whirls now, clouding and hazing your thoughts into a comfortable numbness.

Changbin whines-he whines-you’ve never heard a sound like that out of him before-low and desperate in the back of his throat-but Minho ignores him doggedly, continuing to let his lips ghost down the column of your throat and across your scent gland.

Your breath hitches, and Minho notices, a pleased look coming into his eyes.

“Jisungie told you I’m fond of biting, yes?” Minho lets his gaze trace down the path his lips have just taken, lingering at the hollow of your throat, as his fingers-cool and confident-come up to trace the divots of your collarbone in an almost thoughtful way, his eyes dark. “You have the perfect skin for marks, sweetheart. I can feel it, like an ache in my teeth.”

“Maybe you should stop talking and do it then.” You challenge, impatient, your muscles trembling beneath his weight, your wolf pacing with irritation now.

Minho chuckles. “Impatient are we?”

You know it’s rhetorical, because the way your body and wolf are reacting to his own is almost embarrassing and definitely all the proof he needs.

Minho leans over and with a flash of movement, pins your wrists above your head.

He comes in close, lips brushing your throat, and the sound of his canines clicking has your heart running a race in your chest.

“Would you like to know another thing I’m fond of, sweetheart?” Minho asks softly, his breath fanning across your skin, warm and moist, his cool fingers finding purchase on your chin, keeping you right where he wants you.

His eyes meet your own, and his lips curve upward into the start of a wicked smirk.

“Taking my time.”

A whimper escapes past your lips before you can stop it as his nose brushes across your aching scent gland, and Changbin is up in a flash, chair squeaking, sneakers heavy on the floor.

Minho immediately turns on the other alpha, eyes flashing with warning, teeth bared, though his expression hasn’t wavered in the slightest from the eerie calm of before.

“Uh uh.” He tuts with a sigh, almost like a disappointed parent, as he points at Changbin and then the abandoned chair. “What did we say? You’re to sit. Nothing else.”

Changbin stands there for a moment, clearly at war with himself, his wolf snapping in the recesses of his eyes, chest heaving, and then he clenches his fingers into fists and takes a step back, reluctantly lowering himself back into the waiting chair.

Minho watches his every move, and when he’s settled again, he finally gives the other alpha a slight, approving nod.

“Good boy.”

Changbin growls-low and menacing-in the back of his throat, and Minho turns back to you with the start of a smirk, but his eyes are moltenous and deadly.

“Now. Your rules, sweetheart, are simple.” Something wicked comes across his gaze, as he leans back into your space and draws one pointed fingertip up the line of your bare sternum, making you shiver. His gaze darkens. “You tell the naughty puppy sitting in the corner every last thing that I do to you-out loud and while they’re happening-are we understood?”

You swallow, the fresh wave of amber making your thoughts foggy, and manage to nod.

“No.” Minho catches your chin between his fingers firmly, holding you in place, and his eyes bore into your own. “Out. Loud.”

You swallow again, and a campfire begins to blaze beneath everything else.

“Yes, alpha. Understood.”

“Good girl.” Minho praises in a low voice, and the words go straight and hot right to your core, and you resist the urge to squirm beneath him. He lets his gaze scan your face, slow and languid, and then he reaches up and parts your lips with the tip of his finger. “Although, it might be hard with my fingers in your mouth.”

He lets his finger slide onto your tongue, pinning it beneath his hold, his skin already slick with your saliva, hot and wet, and then he casually thumbs the points of your canines.

The give of his skin beneath your teeth makes your entire jaw ache.

“Talk to him.” Minho commands in a low tone, and you swallow the pooling saliva in your mouth and try to form coherent thoughts to turn into words as Minho slides his finger back out of your mouth and down the skin of your throat.

When you don’t immediately speak, Minho leans over you, a dangerous smirk dancing across his lips, eyes whirling with heat, and his lips brush across the shell of your ear as he murmurs in something close to a growl, “Let me help you out there, sweetheart. Tell him how wet you already are. I know, because I can smell it on you.”

“I’m-” You manage to get out, but the words die off into a sharp intake of breath as Minho lets his fingers dip between your thighs.

“Say it.”

“I’m-” You try once more, and it's getting hard to focus again, Minho’s fingers and his tongue and his body on top of yours making your thoughts scattered, the strong, spicy scent of amber coating the inside of your brain and your throat with every breath, every swallow, you manage to take. “-wet. Really wet, alpha.”

“Good girl.” Minho purrs, and rewards you with another stroke of his fingers.

The whine that leaves your lips is completely involuntary as Minho continues further, and the harsh exhale, followed by the rumble of a low, guttural growl, that emits from Changbin in the corner in reaction to your sound has your legs feeling more like jelly than they currently are.

Smokiness begins to overtake the spice of bergamot.

“Fuck, Minho.” Changbin lets out another sharp, harsh breath through his nose at the end of the curse, the sound of his ‘k’ staccato, as if he’s trying incredibly hard to control himself, and is nearly close to failing. “You’ve made your point. Knock it off already.”

Minho glances at the other alpha in a bored way, as if only checking that he’s still sitting, and then slides his gaze back to you, pinned beneath him, at his mercy.

Something akin to wicked satisfaction seeps into the darkness of his gaze as he regards you thoughtfully.

“Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

“No.” You immediately reply without thinking, a sudden edge of panic to your tone at the thought of Minho stopping. Your wolf is frenzied enough as it is at the brief pause, you can’t even begin to think about him removing his weight-or his fingers-from you now. “God no.”

Minho smirks, smug and triumphant.

“That’s what I thought.”

Minho turns back to glance at Changbin then, his brow furrowed into a glare and his knuckles turning white as he grips the edges of the chair, and his cool expression doesn’t waver an inch in the face of the other currently furious alpha.

“There you go. You’ve just heard it yourself, princess. So be a good boy, and give me a few minutes here, and then I’ll take care of you, hm? Don’t be impatient. You’ll get your turn. I’m many things, but I’m nothing if not always a fair and equal authoritarian.”

Minho grins-sharp teeth and dangerous angles-before he turns back to you, and without another glance in Changbin’s direction, immediately proceeds to devolve you into a panting, sweaty, spent mess beneath his hands.

When he’s thoroughly sure you’ve been taken care of-multiple times-he finally sits back, still straddling your hips, and lets out a long, slow breath, reaching up to run fingers through his barely mussed hair, before he lets his half lidded, molten gaze slide across to Changbin.

The other alpha’s jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, engaging him silently in the stare down for dominance.

Minho tilts his head, as if in slight acquiescence, and lets his gaze slide down the length of Changbin’s body, before he lingers on the current tightness of his jeans, a smirk coming once again across the full bow of his upper lip.

Minho removes his body from your own then, and you whine at the loss, but he merely chuckles, almost fondly, and pats your head while sliding off the bed.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” His dark gaze slides once more back to Changbin, the other alpha still glaring, even though the sudden arousal in the smokiness of his scent gives him away, and you all know it.

Minho’s smirk only grows wider, as he stalks toward the other alpha like a predator finally cornering its prey.

Changbin doesn’t move.

“But fair’s fair. Alpha’s gotta reward someone now for being a good boy, hm?”

Minho takes the other alpha’s chin in his long, cool fingers, and taps the underside of his jaw in an almost lackadaisical, commanding sort of way, as if he already knows Changbin is going to do whatever he asks of him.

It’s incredibly hot.

“Open up, princess.” Minho’s irises swirl fiery gold and his teeth flash into a wicked, pointed grin. “But stay in the chair.”

********

“We’ve been over this. You really don’t have to come.” You sigh out, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, as you search-unsuccessfully-through the bowl beside the door for your keys.

You huff another sound of annoyance, and then gratefulness, as Changbin appears beside you, pulling his cap down low over his eyes, your lost keys dangling from his outstretched fingers.

He grins and cocks his head, watching as you place the keys safely into the zippered pocket of your backpack.

“I know. But I’m gonna come anyway.”

You snort out an unamused chuckle and reach into the closet for your own hat and jacket, shooting him an exasperated look over your shoulder.

“Dude. Those nerds couldn’t hurt a fly if they tried.”

“Oh, I know.” Changbin leans one shoulder against the wall as he watches you pull on your jacket, before readjusting the slope of your backpack on your shoulders. “I’m not coming to protect you. I’m just coming to see Seungmin again.”

“Gross.” You wrinkle your nose and tug open the front door. “Do you guys really always have to flirt right in front of my Foreign Microorganisms and Where to Find Them homework?”

“We’ve been over this.” Changbin chuckles, parroting your words from earlier, locking the door behind the two of you, as he follows closely on your heels down the stairs, sneakers slapping the cement. “When else am I supposed to see him?”

“Dude.” You say in exasperation, as you round the corner to leave the apartment for the bus stop. “Ask him on a date or something. Like a normal person.”

“We’ve also been over this too many times to count” Changbin playfully growls, slapping your ass and making you yelp, as he catches up to you and wraps an arm around your waist. “Don’t call me ‘dude’ when I literally had my tongue down your throat five minutes ago.”

“.....Dude.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No. You’re right. I’m not.”

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Tomorrow

Benoit Farms and Gardens was cold and windy, but if it weren’t for the gust rattling the timber beams of the ancient homestead, Kai would have never known. It was warm and peaceful with the three of them: himself and the soon-to-be Benoit-Kesleys.

Scarlet hummed away as she doused the dinner and dessert dishes in the soapy kitchen sink. Wolf regaled Kai with his adventures of chasing escaping pigs as he tackled the pots and pans. The dishwasher had broken after Wolf—attempting to pull out the top rack—underestimated his force and mistakenly swung his fist right into the heating element (“he still isn’t quite adept to his new bioengineered strength,” Scarlet had explained). They planned to enlist Cinder to fix it sometime during her stay, and until then, they mutually agreed to force Thorne and Jacin into dishwashing duty.

Like this, the two were perfectly in their element, calm and unflappable. Completely unlike the frustrated pair he had met when he’d arrived that afternoon, and with him, hundreds of paparazzi vultures. Scarlet’s course of yelling, Wolf keeping her from shoving her pitchfork into multiple eyes, reminded Kai—with a touch of fear—that she was the scary one in the relationship.

It was distressing to be the one to break their closely guarded serenity, even if he couldn’t control the press.

Although it wasn’t entirely him fracturing the peace. A good chunk of the journalists had been there to report on the ‘first Lunar-Earthen marriage since the Second Era’. Scarlet was clearly uncomfortable with this invasive, nascent fame, and from her lengthy ranting, was clearly hoping it would pass after the wedding.

“—And when I finally got her back in the pen, I realised I left the gate open,” Wolf continued.

“And the piglets escaped?” guessed Kai.

“The piglets escaped.”

Kai chuckled heartily hearing the genuine disappointment in Wolf’s voice. He was a far cry from the ferocious killer Kai had been afraid of on the Rampion. Whipped cream in the corners of his lips, wrapped in a bright red polka-dot apron, sulking over baby pigs, Kai wasn’t sure this man could kill a fly if he tried.

Kai’s hands were wrapped around a homely, slightly misshapen mug. The handle was a little wonky, the paint splotchy, yet upon seeing the sloppy inscription on the base, Scarlet, agedd 7, he treated it as the finest china. A long sip of the hot chocolate inside travelled to his belly and warmed his core. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so relaxed.

“It’s nice to have you here before everyone else,” said Wolf, scrubbing a cast iron pan.

“Well, I am the very best of the guests coming,” Kai teased.

Scarlet spun around and flicked water at him. He dodged with a laugh. “Wolf means that we’re happy to spend some time with you before the fanfare of our loud friends.”

Kai rested the mug on a coaster and held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry. You’re right—when was the last time it was just the three of us?”

A collective pause. Wolf even stopped attacking the pan.

Then, in unison, “Never.”

They all fell into laughter.

“Wow,” he drawled, “Does that mean I’m a bad friend? Or are you bad friends?”

“Maybe we’ve all been busy,” Scarlet chastised, dunking a plate in the water.

Kai sighed, running his finger around the rim of the mug. It was nice to be here in this little bubble of friendship and familiarity and comfort, yet he couldn’t help being reminded of how rare this was. Aside from a few brief catchups with Cress and Thorne, the occasional diplomatic dinner with Winter, and the Peace Ball last year with all of them, he’d barely seen his friends since the revolution.

He’d barely seen his girlfriend since the revolution.

Tomorrow. He would see her tomorrow.

“I hope we’re all less busy in the future,” he wondered idly. “We don’t get to do much together, do we?”

Wolf grunted in agreement. Scarlet said nothing.

The mood turned too sombre too fast.

“Well, it’s not like we can help it,” Kai amended quickly. “We all have different lives, different path–”

“No,” said Scarlet, back still turned. “No, we will see each other. We won’t grow apart.” She drew two wine glasses from the sink. It was precarious holding just the stems with slippery fingers, but she handled them with ease. “What’s the point of life if you never see your friends?”

What’s the point of life if you never see your friends?”

(What’s the point of life if you never see the love of your life?)

Tomorrow.

“You’re right.” Kai dragged a hand down his face. “Stars, I didn’t mean to be depressing. I think…the long distance is getting to me.”

“I admire you, Kai,” Wolf commented. “To be apart from the most important person to you for that long…I know I couldn’t handle it.”

“Everyone knows.” Scarlet nudged his side with her elbow. “You went more than a little crazy last time I was kidnapped.”

Redness crept up his ears, though he didn’t appear ashamed. “I couldn’t help it. Not when it’s you.”

She scoffed, but her smile was tender.

Kai’s heart warmed watching them. “Are you excited to be married?”

“Yes,” Wolf said immediately as Scarlet shrugged and said, “Sure.”

Wolf blinked.

Kai blinked.

Enough silence passed that Scarlet finally glanced over her shoulder. With two sets of confused male eyes upon her, she jolted. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Wolf crossed his arms, soap caught amongst the forest of hair. “What did you mean?”

“Well, of course I’m thrilled to be married to you, Ze’ev. I just don’t really think excited is the right word. Excited is like…something new. Something you don’t already have. You’re excited for the unknown.” She draped her kitchen towel over her shoulder and crossed the two steps to him, tucking her hands around his waist. His arms came around her instantly. “With you, I know exactly what I’m getting. It’s what I already have. I’m ecstatic, elated, emotional…all the words. But it’s not unknown.”

Wolf pulled her closer. “I knew what you meant,” he whispered, “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

When they kissed, Kai looked down at his drink.

Scarlet pulled away and pushed the steel scrubber back into his hand, winking. “Get back to work. You’re just acting offended so you can get out of chores.”

Wolf scowled. “I’ve been scrubbing for ten minutes and it’s not coming off!”

“Use those strong muscles of yours.”

Kai couldn’t help tuning out their back and forth as his mind focused on her words. It’s not unknown. I know exactly what I’m getting. It’s what I already have. He wished it were the same for him. Yet he and Cinder only barely knew what they had. They hadn’t been together enough to be together; to learn about each other as intimately as Scarlet and Wolf, even as Winter and Jacin or Cress and Thorne had. The ring in the inner pocket of his suitcase burnt a hole in his mind. Too weighty, too heavy a promise of the known when all they had was latent unknown—

“So why do you bring up marriage, Kai?” Scarlet asked, almost succeeding at casualness. “Been thinking about it yourself?”

Wait, had he been speaking out loud?

He seized up his now cool drink and finished it off in a single draught. The milk coated his throat uncomfortably. A cough. “Well, I mean, when a couple have been together for a few years it naturally comes to mind.”

“Get real,” Scarlet laughed. “You’ve been wanting to marry Cinder since the moment she tranquilised your wedding planner and kidnapped you.”

“...Maybe.”

“What’s wrong then?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong between us. I-I love her; she loves me. We’re just…not ready to take that step yet.”

“Fair,” said Wolf, still scrubbing. Kai thought of offering to help, but they’d already turned him down when he’d insisted he clean after dinner, and he thought doing so now might hurt Wolf’s pride. Relinquishing the tool, Wolf turned to face him. “When do you think you’ll be ready?”

“I don’t know. We probably need to spend more time actually together to figure it out.”

“Time to figure out what? How you feel? If you’re right for each other?” Scarlet wiped over the last plate and pulled the plug. The sink gurgled loudly as water pooled down the drain.

He knitted his fingers together. “I already know how I feel. I know we’re right for each other.”

“That sounds like a man ready to propose.”

Kai’s gaze darted up to her, jaw slack.

She had a loving authority on her face. “Sooo, you’re ready. Is Cinder ready too?”

“I…I think maybe. But as you said: you and Wolf know. There are no unknowns between you. You’ve been together all this time to learn that. Cinder and I…”

“—Have talked every day over comms, have spent every possible moment in each other’s arms?” Wolf listed.

“Okay, when’s her birthday?” Scarlet probed.

“December 21st. But every year she forgets and still thinks it’s the fake birthday the cyborg surgeons gave her: November 29th. She goes around saying the wrong age for at least a month.”

“What’s her favorite colour?”

“Midnight blue.” (Because it made him look handsome, Cinder had bashfully admitted.)

“How many children does she want?”

Cheeks burning, he uttered, “Three. We both want three.”

Scarlet smiled smugly. “Hmm. Doesn’t sound like there’s much unknown.”

Before he even thought of a response, she pulled out the chair opposite him and sat, grasping his hands into hers. Wolf circled the table, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Eyes sparkling, Scarlet squeezed. “Kai. If you think you’re ready, then there’s no need to wait. All the things that are still unknown will just be…happy bonuses. And the bad unknowns will just make your relationship all the more stronger when you conquer them together. You don’t need to know it all yet.”

“And proposing is a commitment to each other,” Wolf added. “You’ll have time to learn the rest before you actually get married. Some things can wait.” A shrug. “Maybe I won’t finish that pan tonight, but I’m sure I will tomorrow.”

Kai looked up at him. “It’s bugging you that much?”

“I don’t understand,” he growled, “I’ve soaked it twice now.”

Kai disentangled his hands from Scarlet’s, digging them into his lap. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am ready, but—how do I know if she is?”

“Well, you’ll be seeing her very soon. Try to get a sense for it,” she suggested.

“And if she is…propose the next time we see each other?”

“Psh. That could be months with how busy you two are.” A flick of the hand. “If she’s ready now, propose now.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Now? As in, here? As in: the next few days?”

“Sure.”

“Bu–no. I couldn’t. This is about you two. Your wedding. I can’t take that from you.”

“Honey,” Scarlet smiled up at her fiancé. “Would seeing our two friends finally get their happy ending be a nice wedding gift?”

“Sounds wonderful.”

She grinned. “Just do it, Kai. If it’s right, don’t wait when there’s no reason—oh, hang on. Unless you wanted to propose with a ring.”

Heart hammering, Kai glances down at his feet, hair covering his eyes. “I…actually brought the ring with me.”

“Ha! All this ‘I’m not ready,’ but ‘I’ll bring the ring with me’?’”

“Yeah, I know.” He took in a breath. “The only reason I’m delaying is because, well, I’m nervous!”

“So was I,” said Wolf warmly. “So nervous that she ended up having to propose for me.”

“It will be fine,” Scarlet assured, red hair flaming under the yellow ceiling light, as fiery as her effervescent constitution. “Don’t let happiness wait, Kai.”

Waiting for the antidote. Waiting to find Princess Selene. Waiting for Cinder to wake up in her hospital bed, bleeding and bruised but alive.

They don’t have to wait anymore.

His eyes welled up suddenly, too fast to rein in. He choked back a wet laugh. “Sorry”—a sniff— “I don’t know what came over me.”

Scarlet’s chair screeched against the tiles as she launched away, rounding the table and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. Bulky, comforting arms circled them both.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Family. This was his family, as all his friends were, as Cinder was and always would be. When he had hesitantly informed Torin of his plans to propose, it had vaguely felt like what it would have been to tell his father.

Telling Scarlet sort of felt like telling his mother.

Collecting some of his emotions, he extricated himself. “Okay, but if I do propose here, don’t go acting like this wasn’t your plan.”

“Aw,” Wolf groaned. “I wanted to make you look bad.”

“I’ll buy you a new skillet.”

“You have my blessing.”

They all laughed and all smiled, and that was precisely when exhaustion started knocking on the door alerting Kai to the fact that he’d had a long day.

“You look exhausted. Off to bed,” Scarlet commanded, apt as ever. Kai went along willingly as she pushed him out of the kitchen.

He yawned, leaning against the banister of the stairs. “What did you put in that drink, Scar? Crushed up sleeping pills?”

She posed a finger over her lips. “Trade secret.”

With one last warm glance, Kai left his friends in the kitchen and headed up to the guest room, the final image of Wolf kissing Scarlet’s cheek lingering in the air. It would only be his for the night; Winter and Jacin would have it tomorrow, while he’d bunk out with the others in the Rampion. Maybe he and Cinder could even stay in the same room.

The first thing he did once inside was pull open his suitcase. He hadn’t touched it since arriving except to retrieve the small gift for his hosts, an old-fashioned analogue clock set inside a chicken figurine. It had seemed so perfectly them when he first saw it. He just hoped they wouldn’t netsearch the artist listed on the base, as he was sure they would keel over when they saw the 1,300 univ price tag.

Carefully, he reached into the inner pocket of his suitcase and procured the fated ring box. A moment of reflection, reverence even, then he opened it…

And there it was. A ruby ringed in immaculate diamonds. A band of carefully burnished gold. His mother’s ring. His grandmother’s ring, and his great-grandmother’s.

His wife’s ring.

It was not heavy or burning in his mind any longer. It was a token. A promise, one that filled him with greater certainty than he had yet felt. A certainty that had been birthed and reared and matured since that first look in a humid New Beijing market.

Tomorrow. He would see her tomorrow.

Notes

I have three fics I’ve been trying to finish for a year and then I finish this in two days. What is brain function.

So in my headcanon, Kai doesn’t really ‘plan’ to propose at the farm. He just feels like it’s right and so he does. So as to not take away from Scarlet and Wolf’s special day, he and Cinder keep the engagement a secret for a while. But a tumblr ask prompted me to think about if Scarlet and Wolf knew and approved, and thus this was born. Still not sure which explanation I prefer.

(btw just letting you know that if someone hasn't interacted with my fics for a while, I remove them from my list, so if you get removed and want to be re-addded, let me know!)

@cindersassasin @hayleblackburn @spherical-empirical @salt-warrior @just2bubbly @gingerale2017 @zephyr-thedragon @icarusignite @kaider-is-my-otp @slmkaider @luna-maximoff-22 @cosmicnovaflare @kaixiety @snozkat @mirrorballsss @skinwitch18 @vincentvangothic

#tlc #kaider #the lunar chronicles #lunar chronicles #linh cinder #emperor kaito #prince kai #tlc fandom #lunar chronicles fanficition #scarlet benoit #wolf kesley #wolflet

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Wait, explain your gith babies headcanon please. It sounds intriguing and I would like to know more (I completely forgot about githyanki being hatched from eggs. It never made sense to me tbh). Info-dump if you want, I would love to read your thoughts.

Unrelated but what is breed of wolf is werewolf!shadowheart? Is she a timber wolf? A coyote? Some other wolf breed I'm forgetting? (I like the concept of her being a werewolf, the irony is wonderful!)

My headcanon is basically that Gith babies start manifesting their psionic abilities in the later half of their incubation. It's untrained and they aren’t really fully formed enough to do anything with it so it just kind of reaches out and vaguely feels into the minds of people near it. Like I said in the other post they can use this to take in minor physical features, but I imagine its mostly used by a Varsh to instill names, voices, faces, and doctrines that would be useful when they hatch (I also imagine gith babes hatch closer to a 1-2yo than a human newborn) So when they do hatch they already feel a kinship with their caretaker bc they’ve been ‘talking’ to them since before they hatched and are already somewhat acquainted with the area they’ve been born into helping alleviate them of some of the disorientation of, y’know, being a baby

On the topic of werewolf Shadowheart, I've always gone with werewolves being their own ‘type’ of wolf. Not any one particular species but an amalgamation of wolves in general and their additional human features. They may have similar fur patterns but thats more a coincidence

#asks #tysm for letting me info dump 🙏#wanted to answer this wayyy earlier #but you sent this like a day before I got so sick I thought I was gonna die

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samuelturn · 8 months

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Aight so now that I have finished Brothersong I have THOUGHTS on further logistical breakdowns of how Green Creek could be adapted to a GLAAD Award-Winning HBO TV show. Spoilers so here is a cut for anyone who wants to be fresh to the series.

PRE-PRODUCTION

OKAY SO! The filming block for Season 1/Wolfsong would MOST LIKELY be the biggest, especially for scenes involving younger versions of the actors. As these are spread out across, like, all four books, some are just “scene we’ve seen but from a different perspective or with ‘Dream Seauence VFX’ so we just need more blocking/extra takes to make it all seem believeable using B-roll” to “yeah this requires Young Thomas and various child actors so we’re filming this beforehand so that everyone looks the same when these scenes come up later” to “ah hell we gotta shave their heads anyways might as well film the revenge road trip.” Thus, basically everyone but, like, Dominique would have to be cast by Season 1, and probably all of Season 1 and half of season 2 would need to be written and finalized and drafts/outlines of Season 3 and 4 would need to be made before casting would begin. Writer’s room would include TJ and a racially-diverse LGBT staff.

Caswell wouldn’t need to be fully built but enough of a location would be needed to film individual scenes with the younger actors and scenes set in the big house at Caswell (ie arguments between Mark and Thomas, Joe being taken, Thomas in the woods with the kids, Thomas writing the letters)

Title sequence would be based on the lovely new covers for the hardcover editions from Tor. They’d get longer with each season and by the end we see the whole pack in the papercraft style of the covers.

CASTING

Yeah we’d need a big ass cast. With multiple actors to play different characters at different ages.

Babies:

Carter, Kelly, Joe, maybe also Gavin depending on things

Children:

Gordo, Gavin, Mark, Rico, Chris, Tanner, Carter, Kelly, Joe, Robbie

Young Adult (ie Teen to Mid 20s) and Adult (ie by the Rough Present of when Ox first discoveres the secret of the Bennetts)

Basically everyone else

The tricky part will be that, yeah, there will probably need to be different actors for 20s Thomas, Elizabeth, Mark, and Gordo because while a 20-something can play 16 or so, its harder for 30-40 year olds to play 20-something. The upside being that an older actor CAN play Gordo for the scenes after Ox’s dad leaves (also Ox’s dad will need a name lol). You would need to switch to older actors for the Bennett kids and Ox basically once Ox graduates high school. But then you can keep all the same actors for the rest of the “present” set scenes. Osmond, and Robert Livingstone would also need younger actors. Richard Collins would only need one actor he’s barely in the flashbacks as it is.

STRUCTURE/PLOT RAMBLINGS

There are a few things that would need to be done in order to improve the pacing for TV, imo. Mainly, that the handing off of Alpha of All to the Fairbanks pack needs to feel more earned and less semi-random. Like, show them taking in Omegas at the end of Season 2, have them be allies at Caswell in Season 3 and the final battle in Season 4. Flesh them out a bit more. Also some continuity smoothing would be needed (ie clarifying that Gordo refused Mark’s MATE bite not Thomas’s BECOME WOLF bite).

Some more forshadowing of Robert’s failsafe in Season 2 would help. Obviously SHOW Gavin’s timber wolf in the attack on Jessie (and ideally have the actor be the body actor wearing the CGI ball suit moving all wolf-like in the scene) in Season 1.

I’d personally add in more of a wrap-up in Caswell at the end of Season 4. And also an extended aftermath scene or episode after Ox’s resurrection. Joe’s wolf is still bigger than almost everyone else, but not as big as it was when he was Alpha. One thing that I’d ask to be added is, maybe with the death of Robert and the ressurrection of Ox there’s a big ass magic pulse and we get a follow-up with the new Alpha of All from Alaska training Betas who have become Alphas thanks to Mystical Moon Magic as they rebuild packs across the continent. Idk the story needs more of a denumont. Alpha of All making more of an effort to try and bring Omegas back from the brink before just automatically deciding to kill them.

Dominique could have human bite marks on her to show thar Jessie tried to “Mate Bite” too even as a human. Bambi and Rico too.

He/They Gavin? Maybe? Gavin feels very he/they. Also Elizabeth showing affection to Maggie (hey if we’re gonna imply that Thomas and Richard had a kind of romantic love for each other in Brothersong before he went Omega Lizzie can make side-eye at Maggie).

Show more of the three year gap between Ravensong and Heartsong (not a lot but more than just one bit when Robbie is kidnapped). And the new story in the deluxe hardcover books too. The myth or whatever. That can be animated in a sketchy style (think Princess Kaguya or Wolfwalkers) with VO from Elizabeth.

Anyway rambling over I love these books so much. TJ I woudn’t say no to a LIGHT DRAMA/mostly fluff 5th book or short story. Maybe from Chris or Tanner’s perspective? Or Jessie’s?

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witch-trials69 · 4 months

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Me when I and @toadsinstilettos completely overhaul the erasers: they’re much more wolf!

They’re much more akin to full on werewolves, operating on the concept of lycanthropy being a disease that they are administered in order to transform. They are then administered an antidote and have fully human forms that they can return to. They’re also given pretty heavy dosages of (something we haven’t decided what) highly addictive when they shift. Incentive, baby.

Much more sciencey (very fantastical science, given) than the seemingly? Magical way the erasers in Max ride actually work!

These two are a hyena and a maned wolf hybrid, two that I imagine are much later lines created for specialized functions. I’ve also drawn up timber wolf and dingo hybrids after a lot of very silly research on the capabilities of certain canine species :)

#art #maximum ride #drawing #digital aritst #illustration #oc art #max ride #oc artist #digital illustration #design #concept art #drafts

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roxckede · 9 months

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What songs would Nanbaka characters have on their playlist?

10 songs they would have on their playlist Part 1! Cell 13

❤️Jyugo⛓️

•Christmas Kids- Roar •Runaway baby- Bruno Mars •Teenage Dirtbag- Wheetus •Smooth Criminal- Michael Jackson •Rät- Penelope Scott •Look Who’s Inside Again- Bo Burnham •The Main Character- Will Wood •Blood // Water- Grandson •Sad Song- Scotty Sire •Anybody Have A Map?- Rachel Bay Jones,Jennifer Laura Thompson

♠️Uno♥️

•Party In The U.S.A- Miley Cyrus •Grease Lightin’- John Travolta, Jeff Conaway •Baggy Trousers- Madness •Killer Queen- Queen •Everybody Loves me- OneRepublic •Circus- Britney Spears •Should I Stay Or Should I Go?- The Clash •Terms And Conditions- Seb Lowe •Take Your Shirt Off- Millionares •She’s So Lovely- Scouting For Girls

🍔Rock💪

•Face Off- Tech N9ne,Joey Cool,King Iso, Dwayne Johnson •Man I Am- Sam Smith •Cake By The Ocean- DNCE •Summer Nights- John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John •She Wolf- Shakira •Timber (Feat. Ke$ha)- Pitbull •Roar- Katy Perry •Thats What I Like- Bruno Mars •Cruisin’ For A Bruisin’ - Ross Lynch, Jason Evigan, Grace Phillips •There’s Nothing Holding Me Back- Shawn Mendes

💊Nico👾

•I/Me/Myself- Will Wood •Disobedient- Kate Micucci, Micheala Dietz, Steven Universe •Tomedo Wonders- Wonderland X Showtime •Just Monika- Random Encounters •Happy Pills- Weathers •Devils Don’t Fly- Natalia Kills •Art Is Dead- Bo Burnham •Life Is Fun- BoyInABand, TheOdd1sOut •What The World Needs- Tiffany Tatreau •My Superhero Movie- Jacob Jeffries

Requests are open :)

#nanbaka #nanbaka jyugo #nanbaka idiots with numbers #nanbaka nico #nanbaka uno #nanbaka rock #nanbaka headcannons

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cgsf · 3 months

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Fics Based on a Theme:

Future Fic

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Teen Wolf (TV)

"How Derek Met His Smallest Fan" (E) by purpleduvet | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 37,273 words

"Homing Mechanisms" (M) by SmallBirds | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 3,742 words

"Kiss Me on This Cold December Night" (E) by Leslie_Knope | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 18,975 words

"Be Simple Again" (E) by prettylittlementirosa | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 37,515 words

"Bitter Things" (E) by blacktofade | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 4,445 words

"Better Again" (E) by whateverrrrwhatever | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 14,698 words

"Every stumble and each misfire" (M) by everchanginginks | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 14,070 words

"Seatbelts & Gravity" (E) by calrissian18 | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 22,412 words

"lodestone" (T) by llassah | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 5,491 words

"It’s Not Pretend When It’s Real" (T) by isthatbloodonhisshirt | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 32,741 words

"Wolves in the Timber" (T) by adeepeningdig | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 17,217 words

"everything i made next to everything i am" (T) by Siria | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 3,064 words

"most important things" (E) by sarcasticfishes | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 21,180 words

"Days Like This" (M) by rlnerdgirl | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 18,784

"Make This World" (T) by wldnst | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 26,337 words

"Show Me The Way Back Home Baby" (T) by stilinskisparkles | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 14,968 words

Men's Hockey (RPF)

"Amends" (E) by AuntieClimactic | Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 18,213 words

"in these hands i'll hide" (E) by veterization | Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski | 25,805

"dragging myself back home" (T) by blaahaj | Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid | 4,021 words

"Saving the Best for Last" (E) by puckingtrash | Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk | 100,085 words

"Old Flames Burn Brighter" (E) by cisumox | Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk | 25,015 words

"Generation" (T) by altri_uccelli | Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews | 35,319 words

Hannibal (TV)

"each according to its kind" (M) by chaparral_crown | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | 192,571 words

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This is also one of my favorites, especially as I've gotten older. I love seeing my favorite pairings find each other again.

#fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fic recs #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fics #ao3 #mens hockey rpf

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llatimeria · 7 months

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timber masterpost because i wanted to make it my icon and needed a post to link

this is the character i'll probably play in my partner's upcoming weednd campaign, where we'll all just get silly high and play some lighthearted dnd which changes genre with every new arc

basics:

just Timber, no last name

he/she/it (gender unclear)

lycanthrope from birth - werewolf + human

chaotic neutral / ??? class (i wanted to make a druid but now . it feels maybe more ... barbarian???)

personality:

surprisingly not super hostile towards or scared of humans despite literally being raised by wolves

also surprisingly good at fitting in with most groups of people, especially cultures that respect having a good time and being yourself (so like PLUR, lgbt stuff, etc)

she makes friends easily due to his earnestness, lack of irony or cringe in his heart, and overall willingness to try new things

utterly fails in social situations that involve formality or invisible rules though. and also in 1 on 1 conversations where it can't pick up social cues from the entire group and usually misses sarcasm and subtlety

backstory:

lycanthropy runs in the family - it's a curse that always afflicts the firstborn child of the king of a random fantasy kingdom. they usually skip caring about the first kid, keeping the pregnancy and birth a huge secret, and just treat the second kid as the heir. the cursed child is usually locked away or abandoned instead

this curse was placed on their family by a wolf goddess after the man who founded this kingdom slaughtered hundreds of wolves and massively deforested to make the area safer for people and livestock. it was supposed to make him feel regret and shame for his actions every time he looked at his firstborn, and it was Supposed to be lifted as soon as he realized he should be less hostile towards nature - but he just avoided looking at the kid. thus, his kids grew up unloved and unacknowledged, and in turn didn't love and acknowledge their own children, passing down the curse through hundreds of generations, the cause and cure being forgotten over time

some pseudo-psychic moron told the king and queen that the curse would be lifted if they sacrificed their kid to the wolf goddess. wolf goddess was like. huh. what. please do not kill your baby for me. so she chased them off and adopted baby Timber

#my art #my ocs #oc: timber

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miscfandomwrites · 9 months

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Mama Chapter 13

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings:

Words: 1.3k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

A fitful night of sleep, which ended up with me waking and decided to stay awake around thiree thirty, already had me starting to shift into the headspace. I didn’t want to, but it was easier to cut off my emotions and focus on the analytical aspect of the mission. It was trick I learned years and years ago back when I was in the Marines-almost nothing could break the focus once I started. Almost..

My head shifted back to her...her standing on the beach, wearing her wedding gown and smiling at me, beckoning me to join her in the water...her in the forest, holding a salamander up to me, telling about its abilities...her holding Lillith…

I shook my head and forced myself to shove all of that deep, deep down and told myself I’d remember later, but not now. Not here.

I got out of bed and quickly and effectively picked up my room, making sure the ‘dangerous’ items were out of Lillith’s curious sight and reach. She was going to be watched over while we were away, by Pepper was what I heard. I’d drop her off at Clinit’s but since it was such late notice we didn’t have the means.

I got dressed in my innerwear, a simple body tight suit and study boots. I’d don the rest of my equipment down in the armoury, where I’d get my weapons. I stretched, testing the suit’s limited and bouncing on my toes, getting a feel for it. I’d already trained and tested it a few times, but this time I was going out into the battlefield with it.

After making sure I had what I needed and that my room was not only Lillith-proof but was ready for me to crash as soon as I got back, I walked out. Since it was still pretty early, I gently opened her door and peered in, glancing at my sleeping child. Or was supposed to be sleeping, anyway.

She was sitting with her back to the bed, facing the door, datapad on her knees and headphones on. Wearing one of my wife’s old hoodies and had her stuffed wolf (Whom she told me his name was timber) in her lap.

Carefully, so she could see me, I went and sat down in front of her. She glanced up at me before shutting off the datapad and sliding her headphones off.

“You’re leaving?”

“..I am.”

“How long are you gonna be gone?”

“I don’t know..they said a few days.”

“And you’re gonna come back, right?”

At this point I opened my arms and she crawled in them, clutching Timber to her chest.

“Of course, kiddo. I always come back for you.” holding her close, I kissed the top of her head and rocked back and forth.

“I have to go, though baby.” I told her, squeezing her just a little tighter.

She sighed and wiggled out of my warms, before picking up the datapad and her headphone and crawling into bed. I grabbed the covered and pulled them up for her, kissing her on her forehead.

“You’d better not stay up too late, little miss.”

“I won’t, Mama. I love you.”

“I love you too, kiddo. Be good.”

“You be good!”

And with a chuckle at that, I smiled and shut her door. Taking a second to steel myself and breathe, I closed my eyes and shut all of it away, compartmentalizing it. Things get messy when you have emotions on the battlefield. I learned that the hard way.

~divider~

The doors automatically opened when I was close enough, and already everyone was gathered and putting on their gear and checking their weapons. I headed over to my corner, and opened the pair of large chests that help my stuff.

Mostly it was armour plating, on top of various holsters and sheaths. My main job was to be a sniper, and from what I heard, I’d be picking out people who were on the run. Not letting anyone escape. Brutal, but if we were going to try and keep this as contained as we could, it had to be done.

Another layer of pants and a shirt, then I did my kneepads and vest.

“Front what we’ve gathered, all the snow is gone but it’s still going to be pretty cold. You might want another layer and some thicker gloves.” Bucky told me from where he was sitting. I nodded and sorted through my gear, switching my pants for one with another layer in them. I found my old windbreaker and put that on, then finished off with gloves and a beanie. Checking and double-checking my gear was secured, I started with the weapons.

Knives, many, many knives. A handgun, along with extra ammo, and a shit ton of ammo for my rifle. I’d be using a light weight but still really accurate sniper rifle. The stock on it held even more ammunition, and I’m assuming my pack did too. Both Barnes and I were going to start, seeing the layout and how best to take care of the...problem.

The pack did in fact, have a shit ton of ammo. And some food, and other miscellaneous necessities. Checking everything again, I shouldered the pack and the gun and headed to the table in the middle of the room. Steve was standing there, looking akin to a war general with his stance. Barnes and Natasha were next to him, along with Sam and Wanda. From what I gathered, Tin can man and Bruce had gone ahead to scout some.

“Good, you’re done. Now here’s the plan…” Steve went on to describe how Barnes and I were going to attack from the front, where it seemed most of their force was gathered, Wanda and Hulk would come in from left flank, Sam and Tony from top, Natasha and him from the back, and since the right flank led straight into the woods, Barnes and I were given free range to pick them off as we saw them.

After agreeing, and knowing that this could turn into a multi-day mission because of tracking, we established meet up points in case we get separated. We’re going to be on a full-comm system as well, which should help.

After finishing checking equitment and suits for the upteenth time, we headed into the quinjet. The flight was going to take a few hours, and we were told to get some rest if we could. I used all of that time to figure out my head and get it clear. Locking everything that didn’t involve the mission away and for later.

~divider~

“Alright, we’re twenty minute out. Everyone knows their parts?” Steve asked. A murmur of agreements went around the plane.

Finally, the plane slowed and descended. Barnes and I dropped first, landing in small clearing.

“You need to tell me anything before this all goes to hell?” He asked and he unstrapped the rifle across his back.

I sighed and kept walking, both hands gripping my rifle.

“I’m going to sound emotionless, but that’s how I’ve learned to handle it. I’ll be okay.”

He nodded, moving a branch out of out way and we walked towards the edge of the encampment.

It was a lot larger than I expected, honestly. I was a bit surprised there were no patrols up here, but we were still a good distance away from it. Roughly forty yards away from us was a barbed wire topped fence. Seemed like it would be a bitch to cross over, but it seemed like this place had gotten hit hard with an air raid. Large chunks of the fence and the building were missing. Why it was still staffed was beyond me.

We decided to sit in the hollow between two bushes, with him spotting and me sniping. Our first priority was to see what we were dealing with, then get our kill orders from Steve on whether we should take it or not.

Settling down in the position and propping the gun up and finally getting the scope in my eye, I took a second to breathe and lock everything away. Finding the first soldier, I murmured to Barnes the location and he murmured back the order.

“Shoot.”

#avengers x reader #miscfandomwrites #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #mama #marvel x reader #marvel #natasha x reader

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