#gabriel almost had a heart attack

[dxnyarya]

#annalise tried her best #gabriel almost had a heart attack #nathan pretended to still be asleep #the bastard son and the devil himself #tbsatdh #half bad #nathalise #annalise & gabriel #nabriel #nabrielise #annalise o'brien #nathan byrn #gabriel boutin #social media au

[lesbian-space-fish]

Went into a trance and came out of it 3 days later with a Dr. Sam Beckett doll

#fr tho this is the quickest ive ever made a doll in my life #and it might not look that diffucult #but i had to design pattern and sew up the fermi suit #i rooted his little grey streak #which 1) ive never rooted hair before #and 2) ive never removed a ken doll head #AND THEN PUTTING IT BACK ON OMG #while shoving his gead back into the neck hole i accidentally popped his leg out and almost had a heart attack #b4 i realized it just popped right back in #also i had to cut his hair and it took me over an hour #all in all i think its a pretty good likeness #i think he looks as much like sam as my 100% official xena dolls look like xena and gabrielle #my art #doll clothes #custom doll #quantum leap

[angel-of-the-moons]

Reversal

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sex, Sex toys, Top(?) Reader, Bottom(?) Miguel, Reader being Nasty, Size Kink, Height Difference, Overstimulation (almost), Edging(?), Canon event: Miguel likes it up the ass from time to time

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Blame thank @oharaludes for this (Also I lied I should be asleep but I stayed up to write this now instead of tomorrow because akhdlhslhflhohofnsondlndlnc I couldn't afford to lose the spark™)

(Any Spanish spoken is in italics and is largely translated by Google. Header does not indicate reader's race. I really need to get more creative at making these asdfghjkl)

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Miguel O'Hara was a man who had to be in control at all times. He had to oversee who went on what mission, who to let into the Society, who to hunt down, what universes to monitor, which anomalies threatened the safety of the multiverse...

He was not known for willingly relinquishing his control.

But, being in control all the time, bearing all that weight had limitations. Sometimes, it just became too much and you would need to let it go for a bit, get the weight off your back and relax.

But then... Miguel had you.

You were probably the only respite Miguel had in the multiverse. And you were right under his nose the entire time. He convinced himself to go back to his universe, to visit his brother. He missed him.

But... he went back...

Just to find you. You were spunky, playful, and annoyingly gorgeous. And you happened to be one of Gabriel's newest best friends.

Poor Gabriel had a heart attack when he swung by your apartment to drop off the computer he was fixing for you, just to walk in and see you and Miguel on the couch in a rather compromising position.

You told Miguel you swore that his brother's brain exploded when he almost fainted.

But hey! Your computer worked again!

Not too long after, you decided to make it official. Official as in "he told you everything" official.

Gabriel just made you two swear you'd lock your front door next time.

Right now however, the nostalgia of that day lost its novelty as exhaustion and frustration crept into his body as he dragged his feet into your apartment, unlocking the door with your security code and letting himself in.

There you were. Gorgeous as the day he first saw you

One of his shirts hung off your shoulder, and down past your thighs. He couldn't resist the smile that snaked its way onto his face when he smelled you.

"Ah, Miguel! How is your universe saving thingy going, amor?" You said, flinging your arms around him as he gripped you tight, burying his nose in your hair to inhale the soft scent of you.

Coffee, chocolate, and strawberries. That's what you always smelled like.

"Exhausting." He sighed loosing his grip on you just enough to look down at you. You were so goddamn short.

It was cute, honestly.

You frowned up at him, those gorgeous lips of yours quirking down. "Ven y siéntate?"

Miguel let you pull him by the hand to the couch, where you sat down first and patted your lap.

Miguel smiled again as he accepted your silent request, lying on your couch (though mostly curled up due to his sheer size alone) and laid his head in your lap.

Your fingers dove into the soft chocolate locks on his head, massaging his scalp with your nails and he made a soft groan of contentment at the sensation.

"Now, tell me about it?" You hummed.

"Later... right now I want to relax. Olvida todas esas cosas." He mumbled softly, closing his eyes, his thumb caressing your knee softly.

"Just want to relax." He repeated, turning his face into the plus of your thighs.

He could smell you. And he knew that you knew it.

And you were never one for subtlety.

But you were one for playing coy when it suited you.

"Aw... Miggy." You purr, combing through his hair softly. "You really do need to relax, honey."

"I can think of a way." He growled, turning his head again, so he can place a kiss to the top of your thigh, making you giggle.

"Nuh-uh. How about we switch things up today, hm?" You grin.

He looked up at you.

"¿Qué quieres decir?"

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He should have known.

Of course.

Of course you were waiting for the right moment to breach this subject.

And of course you knew he'd say yes, he almost always said yes to you.

It was... odd. Not unpleasant. But odd. Normally he tops in bed, pinning you down, biting marks into your skin, sucking hickeys here and there as he pounded you into the mattress until your eyes crossed and you were a babbling incoherent mess.

And of course, you also had everything planned out.

Because when you had a plan, you had all your bases covered.

Like right now.

Somehow, you talked him into letting you top him for the night. Taking control from him and just helping him enjoy it. And you assured him he would.

You anticipated the holes he'd tear into your bed with his talons, the curses he'd spit...

What you weren't expecting though, was the soft whimpers and deep groans coming from him. How absolutely pliant he became while you fucked him with the strap-on you had secured to your waist.

You would continue to apply more lube as you fucked him here and there, stopping to grip his hips for stability, the pillow under him helping keep him angled for you.

You half wanted to have him get on all fours so you could fuck him that way, but it would ruin the other part of your plan.

"So good for me." You purr, running your fingers up his abs, tracing the small scars he's picked up over the years.

You jerked your hips upwards, not hitting his prostate but enough to make his eyes roll and him snarl through hissed teeth.

When he cursed, he wanted it to come out harsher. He meant for it to sound more... authoritative.

But all that came out was a whiny, breathy gasp.

"¡Mierda!"

You giggled, and stilled your hips just a moment to grab the bottle of lube, squirting some onto your hand as you wrapped around his throbbing length.

Not that you ever needed to use lube when you jerked him off, the man leaked so much precum that he could just use it on its own.

But, you liked the lewd sounds it helped make when you drag your fist up and down his cock.

He was so big you could barely wrap your hand around him.

You dragged your hand up his shaft slowly, leisurely tracing each vein as you rolled your hips in a consistent pace, not quite giving him the relief he wanted, but edging him just enough that he slowly just became undone under you, like you had so many times under him.

"Awww, cariño..." You tut, jerking him slowly, twisting your hand as you went to the angry and weeping head of his cock, rubbing your thumb over the slit and applying a bit of pressure there.

"Tell me what you want, baby." You grin, giving another sharp thrust, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure up his spine that hit him so hard he audibly gasped and you could hear it as his talons shredded your bedsheets.

"¡Mierda!" He groaned, the noise deep and rumbling and oh so needy that the very sound sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your cunt.

"Use your words, honey." You hum, arching your hips again as his thighs flexed, the muscles taut as he let out a shaky exhale, one arm going to drape over his face.

You clicked your tongue and reached up, swatting his arm aside so you could see that gorgeous face of his.

"Let me see you, mi amor." You say to him, making one long stroke, followed by a few short, hard ones, making him cry out again.

"Again, use your words, baby. What d'you want?"

"Fucking--" He growled. "I want to cum! Mierda I want to--"

You frowned again and let his cock go, slowing your pace to an agonizing crawl.

"Miguel..." You scold.

"P-Por favor." He whined, tipping his head back so you could see his Adams apple bob as he swallowed.

"Thaaaaat's it. I have something for you..." You say, reaching for the small velvet bag that rolled to your knee thanks to the weight dipping the bed.

He looked up at you, his pupils blown wide and his irises glowing a gorgeous crimson as you pulled out a small vibrator.

You smirked with satisfaction when you saw his cock jump, a new bead of precum dripping down onto his abs, adding to the rivulets that flowed down his sides already.

You turned it on and it buzzed to life in your hand, surprisingly loud for such a tiny thing. But damn, did you get your money's worth. You turned it off again and pressed it at the base of his cock, where the shaft met his taut and heavy balls.

"All right, since you asked nicely, I'll allow it."

The moment you turned it back on he dropped his head back with a sound that you swore would shred any other man's vocal chords, especially when you started thrusting where you knew he so desperately wanted it.

You grinned and bit your lip, thrusting up and hard, guiding the toy up and down his bobbing length, not giving him any relief.

You could tell by how tense his abs were and how desperately his hands pawed at your bedsheets that he was close.

"Go on and cum for me, cariño." You purr seductively; you punctuated every word with a thrust.

"Just." Smack!

"Like." Smack!

"This." Smack!

You dragged the small vibrator up to the tip of his cock, and thrust hard one last time, as he practically bellowed out your name as he came, hot ropes shooting out of his dick and coating his abs, parts of his chest, and completely coating the head of the vibrator.

You giggle and switch it off, and pull the strap out of him slowly, amused at how badly he was twitching for you.

"My idea was a good one, huh?" You say smugly.

Without looking at you, he sticks up his index finger.

"This time." He said, his eyes still closed as he came down from his high, his belly painted white.

"Pff. Hey, hey Miguel. Miguel. Hey. Heyyy!" You giggle, looking down at him, tapping his thigh to get him to answer you.

When Miguel finally looked at you, he had a soft scowl on his face, which immediately melted away when he watched you wrap your lips around the head of that damned toy, and lick every bit of his cum off the tip, making direct eye contact the whole time, humming like you were simply sucking on a piece of candy.

"¡Mierda!"

You shrieked and giggled when he pinned you down, spreading your legs with his thighs as he bit down on your shoulder, growling.

"My turn now, chica."

#my writing #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #spiderverse smut

[httpsuniverse]

BABY REVEAL 📸

with PG10, MSC47, CL16, LN4, GR63, DR3, CS55

a/n: happy new year everyone! here’s my second attempt on making an ig au hehe >_<

pierregasly

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pierregasly welcome to the world, daisy anthoinette gasly 🌼

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charles_leclerc your godfather will meet you soon, daisy! ☺️

danielricciardo assuming that YOU are the godfather 🤨 I AM A STRONG CONTENDER, MATE. ynricciardo oh hush, brother! we haven’t decided who it is yet... 🫣

yukitsunoda0511 congratulations, pierre! ❤️ missed the chance to name your baby after me... 😔

pierregasly why would i name my DAUGHTER after you?

yukitsunoda0511 hey! it’s not only a boys’ name!

ynricciardo maybe i can convince him for the next one, yuki 🤭

pierregasly there’s no way we’re naming our next child after him

fanusername i suppose, the 🐶 worked?

fan1username STFU 😭 whyd you ruin such a cute post with this comment

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mickschumacher

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mickschumacher surprise, i’m mr new dad! 👨‍🍼 matteo schumacher is finally home 🤍

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gina_schumacher our little bundle of joy and our favorite surprise ❤️ we’ll visit again soon, send my love to teo and y/n!

mickschumacher thanks gina! ❤️

yourusername teo misses you already, aunt gina 🥰

sebastianvettel congratulations to the new parents, mick & y/n!

yourusername thank you, seb! bring emily and matilda when you visit soon 🫶

fanusername WMICK HAS A SON????? HAT JUST HAPPPENF

fan1username i feel like we missed a WHOLE chapter bro 😭

fan2username NOT A CHAPTER BRO A WHOLE FUCKIN BOOK!! HOW TF DKD THIS HAPPEN ???

fan3username BRO I DIDNT EVEN KNOW MICK WAS DATING SOMEONE HELP

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc carmen’s favorite bunny 🐰

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georgerussell63 congratulations mate and yourusername! carmen and i will visit you three soon 😉

yourusername thank you georgie! it’ll be a cute meet up, carmen meets auntie carmen! 🥰

fanusername seems like you named her after carmenmmudnt?

charles_leclerc as much as y/n loves her paddock best friend, we really just chose the name that we thought of the moment we saw our daughter!

pierregasly daisy’s playmate!

fanusername PH MY GOD THEYRE GONNA BE BEST FRIENDS LIKE THEIR DADS

fan1username HELP THIS IS SO CUTE I CAN IMAGINE IT ALREADY

fan2username OOOH IMAGINE THEM PLATING AROUND THE PADDOCK 🥹🥹

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landonorris

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landonorris luke learned how to flip off his dad aka me... 🥲

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maxfewtrell i taught luke that when i babysat

ynfewtrell youre banned for life

maxfewtrell you cannot ban me, i’m luke’s favourite uncle

landonorris NOT ANYMORE

carlossainz55 ay dios mio... i almost had a heart attack, mate. it’s because me and isa were the last ones to babysit luke

isahernaez i got scared as well, but the rolls! 😍

ynfewtrell no worries! i know you two wouldn’t teach my baby these kind of things 🥹 and IKR!! I’M TRYING MY BEST NOT TO BITE THEM

landonorris *OUR BABY

ynfewtrell 🙄🙄

danielricciardo luke caught in 4k 📸

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georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 crikey! that’s a big foot!

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yourusername no wonder why it hurts every time he kicked me before :(

georgerussell63 well, he’s out now, love 😅 no more pain

yourusername no more pain yet he kicks me on his sleep, just like his dad 🙄

charles_leclerc george kicks on his sleep?????

yourusername he does 🙄 gabriel definitely takes it after him

georgerussell63 and gabriel takes after you for being so loud

lewishamilton congratulations to the new parents ❤️ gabriel is lucky to have you both in his life

yourusername thank you, sir lewis! 💗

lilymhe ooh i’m very excited to meet gabriel 🥺🤍

yourusername gabe is excited to meet his godparents as well 💗

alex_albon YO for real ??

yourusername you know it, albono! 😉

alex_albon i was thinking of dyeing hair green and convince lily to dye hers pink so we could be like the fairly odd parents

georgerussell63 please don’t do that

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danielricciardo

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danielricciardo jude us off to steal all the ladies’ (and gents) hearts in his uncle’s farm wedding

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yourusername my little man 💗

danielricciardo why do you only comment on my posts when it comes to jude 😭 i’m hurt!!

yourusername 🙄🙄 don’t be such a baby

danielricciardo i’m just kidding 😘

yourbrothersig aahhh! my little ring bearer 🥹

yourusername he’s sooo excited 😍 see you later!

danielricciardo i still don’t get why you got jude to be the ring bearer, he’s only 5 months ...

yourusername IT’S CUTE, DANNY. JUST APPRECIATE IT.

landonorris bet there’ll be a lot if pictures for daniel3.jpg

yourusername he hasn’t stopped taking photos since we left for the farm 😅

fanusername #seated for the pictures

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carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 alguien está disfrutando de su dia en la playa ⛱️ [someone is enjoying their day at the beach]

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carlosonoros ¡disfrutar de las vacaciones! ❤️ [enjoy the vacation!]

carlossainz55 lo hare, gracias! 👍🏻❤️ [will do, thanks!]

yourusername thank you, caco! 🤍

yourbffsusername oh my lord!! the little toes!! 🥹

yourusername have you noticed that there’s a little rock(?) stuck between them 🥺

yourbffsusername OH MY GOD IM SOBBING THATS SO CUTE

yourmomsig how was sofia’s first trip to the beach? sending love 😘😘

carlossainz55 she was confused at first, but she loved it!

yourusername fia’s always confused, comes 100% from carlos 😅

carlossainz55 🙄

fanusername NOT HIS WIFE SAYING THAT LMAOOO LOVE YOU BOTH!!!

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#pierre gasly x reader #mick schumacher x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #george russell x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #carlos sainz x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 au

[cautiousyoungman]

I'm sorry but Gabriel and Beelzebub's relationship is just so damn wholesome and it's also so different from Crowley and Aziraphale.

Crowley and Aziraphale are never on the same page about what the other wants or what the other is trying to say/do. Crowley is an expert at anticipating what Aziraphale wants or needs, but he doesn't have a good grasp on how Aziraphale communicates. Aziraphale can't anticipate what Crowley wants, needs or what he'll do next, but he understands Crowley's words better.

To explain, Crowley knew Aziraphale would love food before Aziraphale had ever considered trying it. It is now one of Aziraphale's favourite things on earth. Crowley went to Aziraphale immediately after the whole ordeal with Job, which to me suggests that he knew Aziraphale would need comforting. He rescued Aziraphale in Paris, 1793, from the Reign of Terror and he rescued him in London, 1941, from the Nazis. When it comes time to talk about Armageddon, Crowley knows the things Aziraphale will miss when Earth is gone. He knows the things that will drive Aziraphale insane in Heaven for eternity. Crowley knows Aziraphale the way people know their first language: it just comes naturally to him. It's been ingrained in him.

Aziraphale cannot anticipate Crowley. Even with Job, when Aziraphale knows that Crowley doesn't want to kill the children, his attempt to stop him feels like he's bluffing. That he isn't 100% confident that Crowley won't do it. He is puzzled and (pleasantly) surprised to find that Crowley didn't even have the heart to kill the goats. But, when it comes to verbal communication, Aziraphale is more in tune. He quickly picks up on when to take Crowley's word seriously, and when not to. We see this a few times, like in Edinburgh, 1827, when Crowley responds (as he often does) in anger to being praised for his kindness, and again in modern day S1 at the old satanic hospital. Aziraphale isn't the slightest bit affected by what Crowley says or does in response to him. He just patiently waits, and almost smiles, as Crowley talks. He isn't afraid of him, even when Crowley slams him against a wall. He isn't off put. He deeply understands what Crowley is saying, why he's saying it, and that it isn't personal. He's just being defensive. And throughout the show in general, Crowley says plenty of hurtful things to Aziraphale that Aziraphale just knows not to take to heart.

In most of the show, these are great strengths for both characters and their collective dynamic. But in their final interaction, it shows that they need to learn the understanding that each of them is respectively lacking.

The entire dispute starts because Aziraphale can't anticipate Crowley. He thinks Crowley will be happy about going to heaven, but the viewers (and, if you ask me, the Metatron) all seemed to know that he would be upset. Aziraphale should know him better than anybody does, including the viewer. But he doesn't. He never learned a fundamental part of understanding Crowley, which leads to...

Crowley takes everything Aziraphale says personally. In the gazebo scene in season one, he is better at taking Aziraphale's hurtful words in stride. But in S2E6, Aziraphale doesn't do a great job of explaining himself or the proposition of them returning to Heaven. And Crowley doesn't have the patience to try and give his explanation the benefit of the doubt. He takes it at face value, so things Aziraphale says - such as saying "Of course you said no to hell, you're the bad guys." when Crowley mentions rejecting hell - Crowley takes that as a personal attack or rejection. He never learned a fundamental part of understanding Aziraphale.

Now I know this seems like I've gotten off topic, but trust me, I'm about to bring it back around.

The difference is, Gabriel and Beelzebub could anticipate each other immediately. I'm sure there's a lot of meetings between the two of them that we didn't get to see in the show. But, with the evidence we have, we see two people who are always on the same page. They say there's no reason for them to meet up anymore, and give each other a knowing look that suggests "but we will continue to see each other anyway." Beelzebub likes a song, so Gabriel (who doesn't even have a grasp on what music really is) plays it on an infinite loop for them. Beelzebub is soft spoken and more gentle with Gabriel than anyone else we've seen. Gabriel buys them drinks and food to keep up appearances, and immediately reassures them that they don't have to consume any of it. Beelzebub brings him a fly, seemingly knowing that things will go poorly in Heaven soon. They have an equal exchange of gestures and communication that works so perfectly for them, its like its inherent. And when it comes down to where they want their future to go, they both essentially say, "I just want to be where my love is." They're on the same page, and that page is just that they want each other.

Aziraphale and Crowley will always try to find the next big thing to make the other one happy. But doing that will always sacrifice the present moment. They both think they understand the other, when in reality, they're hurting themselves - and each other - to comply with rules no one made for them.

Aziraphale thinks Crowley will be happy in Heaven. He thinks he can fix Heaven for Crowley.

Crowley thinks Aziraphale is choosing Heaven over him. He thinks Aziraphale wants to fix him.

They both tried their best. But they don't understand each other. And at this point, it's almost like they're not trying to understand. They're just trying to be right.

Anyway, I hope Beelzebub and Gabriel are very happy together for eternity and if they separate, I don't believe in love anymore.

#good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #writeblr #writers on tumblr #good omens #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #crowley #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands through the years #ineffable spouses #ineffable idiots #ineffable partners #gabriel #beelzebub #gabriel and beelzebub

[muniesstuff]

I really want to see fanart, fanfic, post, I'll take anything, about the fall out between spider gang and miles. I'm talking the universe said "fuck you" to both sides and made shit go sideways and fast.

Miguel said Miles dad had to die? Universe took both of his parents.

Miles still has Ganke? Universe takes him too

Miles has already seen two people die in front of him? Universe add four more and make it back to back, that little girl his dad died for, yeah she gotta go too.

Peter said Miles is a tough kid? Universe said to break him when they barely win and have him go right into shock.

Miguel said cannon events (his predictions) will stabilize the multiverse? The spot almost wipes 1610 out and nearly takes miles with it.

Peter and Gwen were only trying to do the right thing? Miles has lost everyone close to him and can never get them back.

Gwen wants to go back to the way things were? Too bad Miles can never give her that kind of trust again. He definitely can't love her in that potential romantic way again because she hurt him.

Peter wants to help the kid through this tough time? To come to an understanding? Miles understands, and he gets why Mayday comes first. But Peter hurt him too, so there are going to be a long heart to heart and a lot of tears. Their relationship has to start from scratch and slowly heal from there.

Miguel didn't think things would turn out like this? He thought Miles was the cause that he couldn't even clock the spot? He had to carry back a catatonic Miles back to hq to rush him to medical because the shock very nearly finished what the spot started.

Miguel wants to apologize? Wants Miles to get better? Miles is terrified of him, not because of his looks, but because of his actions. But they are both each other's triggers, so the first two month (out of the hospital) or so, they send each other into outburst and panic attacks. Miles is triggered by the chase. Miguel is triggered by feeling reminded of Gabriel by Miles eyes, smile, and some similarities in personality. They get there eventually, and I feel like they'll get there before peter and Miles get there. Mostly because Miguel and Miles didn't know each other like that.

Friends want to visit Miles while he's recovering? Nope, they set him off into a panic or aggressive outburst. The only person that can go in or near miles is Hobbie. At some point Pav and Mayday worm their way in. Nearing the end of his hospital stay Porker, peni, and noir also work their way in. But Hobbie becomes important to Miles very quickly as a point of trust. His main support system are Hobbie and Pav.

My point is that I want to see "your actions have consequences" and not only with Miguel. Yeah , he played a big part, but let's be honest, it all felt like a huge mental breakdown. But Peter? He was Miles's mentor, and he looked up to him. And Gwen knew Miles longer than peter did and Miles was obviously crushing on her. So, she had to hurt the most out of the two.

I just want some juice angst for everyone.

#miles morales angst #across the spiderverse #spiderdads #peter x miguel #mayday parker #peter b parker x miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #spider angst #margo kess #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #peter b parker #miguelohara

[yannisrandomstuff]

Hello! I hope you are well, I'm not sure if you still accept orders but if so I ask you for this. Can you do a Stage where Alt Gabriel finds out that his s / o is pregnant by him? how would he react? also a headcanon how he would treat his baby when he is born, I hope he is not too much, take your time! By the way, I love your account.

Bro I feel like Gabriel would be surprised

S/O' s Preggars

TW: Afab reader, pregnant, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of abortion, susbriel being susbriel

He doesn't expect it really

Heck he didn't even know that it was possible the whole the time

When you told him the news he almost had a heart attack (if he even have a heart)

He'll ask if you want to keep it or if you want to abort it

Well having a kid with a mortal like you isn't so bad

Seeing you having that round belly carrying his child makes him happy

You just looked beautiful

I bet that he will be extra protective of you

If one of his alternates is near your house and he finds them he will told them to get the fuck out

He will be very attentive to you

Basically he will be like your personal servant

Whatever you crave for he will give it right away

He can't let you go do the you do the house chores, if you do he will be mad

This man will be by your side 24/7 and will stick to you like a glue

He will warm you up with his wings while the both of you are in bed

Whenever you two are on the couch he will place his head closer to your round belly and listen if your child is moving

If your child do the kick thing he will be very excited

Even you yourself will doubt if this is the real man you love, but you're happy with it

If the child is finally born, you will see him smiling frequently

He will give everything to you and your child to keep the both of you safe

He loves spooning you into the bed and caressing your round belly and just whispers the name selections He have for your child

Now most of the names he'll suggest are like from the bible or some shit idk man he's old 🤷‍♀️

Once you gave birth to the child he will be extremely happy about like it's your first time seeing him that happy happy

You and your child will be guarded 24/7

That's it just know that he will be extremely possessive about you and your kid heck I think that kid will be his masterpiece, who knows what he'll do to your child. Make him the prince of this world?, who knows

#alternate gabriel #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue x reader #tmc alternate #headcanons #tmc #xreader #i am sorry about this it took so long i know im just lazy

[rid-182]

〖You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross. 〗

Alt! Gabriel x Reader

WARNINGS: Religious Imagery, Attempted Suicide, Manipulation?

But this, it wasn't normal.

Your heart beat almost 130 per minute, breath hitching at any given chance; almost as if a panic attack was threatening to happen at whatever moment.

You found odd presences of heat lacking in your house a well as chills running down your spine nearly anytime you were about to relax.

That's when such unfortunate message was broadcasted.

You could feel your chest being ripped open by your own pounding heart.

That such night you couldn't bring yourself to sleep, even if it was near a day that you last slept.

Even with the dread boiling inside you, maybe drowsiness was finally setting in you.

Or so you had thought.

You tried closing your eyes, but your vision only got brighter. You couldn't even tell if it was morning anymore, you just felt brightness pierce through your eyelids.

But, the mistake was for you to open your eyes.

There stood before you, a creature, not sure to be recognized as a human or, angel.

"Do not be afraid, my child"

Oh but you were afraid. A frightened black sheep, in need of guidance from an angel. An archangel at that.

You could almost feel your mind completely shatter, not processing such entity being nearly next to you.

"Please, I don't know what you want or who you are but please, leave"

This, "Angel" only came closer to you, inches away from your face.

An almost deranged grin spread across its face, reaching the very tips of its eyes.

"My child, do not fret. I am merely but an Angel, here to bring you a message"

This was but a facade. You wouldn't be deceived by such creature. Or so you had wished.

.

Now, you were sure that night hadn't happened. An angel did not visit you, for it was all just a dream. Right?

More despair only came upon you however.

You couldn't comprehend such entity, even if it really was a mere hallucination or dream. This confusion only drove you to what seemed to be the brink of insanity.

Every morning after, you we're only left pondering. Thinking about what you had "seen".

And every morning, you felt closer compelled to what felt like the only true answer.

You sat down on you kitchen floor. barely recognizable anymore; all plates and cutlery stacked upon each other; the floor tiles filled with what seemed to be a mix of dust and mold.

You contemplated grabbing the now rusty knife, the slightest tip pointing at your stomach.

You knew it wouldn't take long, so, why we're you so afraid to do it?

There was no longer anything to live for if you had to "live" with the burden of this, insanity.

The point began tearing through your skin already, it was nowhere near severe yet you felt like fainting.

In such precise moment, you saw it, once more.

That, Angel. Alternate. Demon, even.

"Sweet dove, you mustn't do this."

-

Wasn't this what you were tasked to do?

You'd be satisfied for another human to die, soon to be replaced with its alternate.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to do these things to one of your flock.

These human like feelings had completely taken over you, dragging your own body closer this, black sheep.

You found yourself right behind such human, tightly gripping to the rusted knife, not exactly moving. Just stopping its motion.

"Child, you mustn't refuge to such selfish actions."

-

This angel's wings were now wrapped around you, holding you captive in a sea of feathers.

Th slightest of blood tainting the both of you, and as this ichor rushed, so did your adrenaline.

We're you going to die, now?

In the hands of an Angel?

"My child, be not afraid, your wounds shall be healed, never will you suffer this pain again"

You we're confused more than scared now.

"If you truly are an angel, why must you hav dragged me through Hell's insanity?"

It didn't respond, only held you tighter in its clasp.

"You are but a grain of golden sand, my pet. I must never let you slip through my fingers, into the deep. "

You choked out a sob, tears threatening to cascade.

"There is no need to cry, dear. You've sinned, but I love the sinner not the sin. "

Those whispers he told you only made waterfalls out of you.

"I don't understand why you've come to torment me, why must you drag me through hell only to say you love me?

Again, he remained silent. Incomprehensible whispers made themselves home in your now broken mind; there was really nothing for you to do now, only cry into its wings and beg for a fabricated forgiveness.

"Can't you see I've done this because I love you, my dove?"

#sus gabriel #alternate gabriel #mandela county #mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue gabriel #alt gabriel #sus gabriel x reader #alternate gabriel x reader #archangel gabriel #alex kister #analog horror

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Lesson of life

Summary: Everyone has their way to learn what Death is. What are the implication of this stage in life that can come at any moment without a warning. But not everyone learn it at the same stage og their life, some ealier than others. More importantly, not everyone handle it the same..

Warning: Mention/Talk of death, description of panic attack

Words: 2.1k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Ok back to the regular schedule, if there's even one lol Anyway I have a few fics to post either from the main serie or the AU, it just recently I didn't had much the heart to post them. Or even write anything... I have a few ideas why and I really hope it will get better. Anyway, enjoy some angsty fic <3 (Likes are appreciated but reblogs are loved!)

"How do you do it?" Gaz asked.

"Do what?" Scotty raised an eyebrow. They were all relaxing in the common room waiting for Price to finish his debriefing before going out for a drink. 

"Be so." He gestured his hand in all directions. "So you. So calm around death? I know with our work we need nerves of steel, but never heard you complain about anything."

"Yeah." Soap chimed in. "We all have our nightmares, you don't have any?"

She weakly smiled. "I do have mine. I just learn to cope with them. Truth is, I learned at a young age what death really meant." 

Scotty saw Soap and Gaz on the edge of their seats, ready for a little story. Ghost didn't show much interest, but his head had turned in her direction as well. She knew his scars by now, he did not know hers. Scotty let out a sigh. "Ok, so the day I learned about the army and death, the day I hit a reality check I was around 7-8…"

*****

Like every time before, Suzanne would bring her girls to the base when their father would be back from his deployment. As usual, he would always be happy to see them, despite the tiredness, the arching muscles, the hard work, it always paid off to see his two girls with a smile. He would have his arms wide open ready to receive the blowing hugs from them. But also be ready to answer Camille's billion questions about what happened and what did he do. Henri loved her innocence about all he had to go through and hoped to never break her ideas. Even if deep down he knew he should be doing so since she started to show a lot of interest in military life. To Suzanne's despair. 

Of course, Henri was never alone on his way back. More than a decade ago he enlisted with his best friend, Didier. 

The two men had gone through almost all their life together. As far as they could remember they have been there for each other since forever. Didier was a good friend of the family and someone Henri considered like a brother. Both men had no siblings and so found family in each other. Even in the army, they were placed together in the same unit, same mission and everything. It was to say they were a good team. To the girls he was known as Uncle Didier. Although he had a wife, he didn't have kids, yet. In the meantime he considered Camille and Gabrielle like his own. Just like Henri he would often get the warm welcome of Camille running toward him and jumping in his arms. This was the routine.

Till it wasn't. Until one day, it all changed. The four girls were waiting for their husband/father to show up in the flood of officers coming back. Camille was more restless than usual. It has been a while since her father and uncle left for so long and she was impatient to hear their story. Gabrielle was also excited, but kept a calmer state than her sister on the outside. Suzanne and Didier's wife were chatting, eyes looking through the crowd for them. The crowd eventually thinned and throughout the happy face, Suzanne saw it. A mile away, she could tell something was wrong with her husband. Normally, he did have his head up and was impatiently searching for his little girls. But today, his head remained down, his gaze avoided her when he caught Suzanne's eyes. Yet the worse was to come. Because Didier wasn't by his side. At first, the women thought it's because he was held behind by some superior or forgot something, and was late. But the look on Henri's face… 

"Gabrielle, Camille, stay here please." Suzanne told her kids with a tone they never heard before. The two girls looked at each other with confusion. Suzanne and Didier's wife ran to him. In the distance, Camille watched silently as the three adults spoke. She wanted to step in, but Gabrielle stopped her, reminding what their mother said. Camille frowned, not pleased that she couldn't see her father. Then she heard it. A scream, a wail filled with so much pain, it scared her. In the distance she saw Didier's wife holding onto her father, crying, shaking, begging. Her mother grabbed her by the shoulder as if she tried to calm her down, but the woman only fell on her knees. Camille pushed her sister's arm away and ran to her dad, who had seen her. Henri had a little idea of what she would ask and this wasn't the question the mourning woman needed to hear. He quickly crossed the distance between them to make sure his daughter wouldn’t be too close. 

"Dad! Where's Uncle Didier?" Camille asked once he had scooped her in his arm. Henri didn't have his usual smile, he looked different which made her worry. 

Henri didn't know how to bring this to her. She knew what death was, but not like this. She had been too young when her great-grandmother died to remember anything. Since then the family didn't had much loss. This would be the first she would be aware of it. He had to be careful of his words, but he also didn't want to shield her to the reality of things. "Uncle Didier…." His throat tightened. 

"Why Auntie Thérèse is crying?" Henri bit his lips feeling the tears coming up again. He grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He stroked her hair, his shoulders shaking under the silent cry. "Dad?" 

"I'm sorry, Tulip. Uncle Didier is not coming home."

"When he is coming back?" The innocence of children. Oh, he wished to have this again. 

*****

"When we got home, we had a long discussion about why he would never come back home." Scotty said, fidgeting with her fingers. "He explained what happened, not in detail, but vaguely what caused his death."

"Must have been hard." Gaz sympathized. "Losing anyone on the field is always a blow." They all agreed to this. 

"How did this affect you?" Ghost asked. He had been very silent but attentive the whole time. 

"I realized that war wasn't the fantasy idea I made up in my mind from my dad's story and the movies. We all knew this had been rough for my dad, but no one, not even myself realized how much it changed me." 

*****

She was on the playground, sitting on the bench, mindlessly dandling her legs. It had been a week since her dad came back and he had changed. Camille had listened to the grown up conversation in secret, when she was incapable of sleep. She heard all of her dad's sorrow. How her mother tried to support him. Everything resonated in her mind like a strange unharmonized symphony. As the days went by without seeing her dear uncle, reality just kept hitting her in the face all the time. Two kids came up to her, taking her out of her mind. "Cam, wanna play war with us?" 

"Yeah, okay." She didn't sound too sure, but it was usually her favorite game. Having someone in the military other kids looked at her for some stories and game ideas. Even if sometimes, Camille would tell them that it didn't work that way normally and it should be like this. In the end, they always had fun. 

And she did at first. The girl had to warm up a little to the game, but eventually got more into it. Till one of the kids pretended to die. In a way that resonated close to how her uncle did. All of a sudden, Cam froze. The stick she held as her 'gun' dropped in the ground. The dead kid was still laughing while on the ground, talking with the others. Her mind couldn't handle this. The kid got up, using his time as a dead soldier, to go grab a snack, when she grabbed him by the wrist. "No it doesn't work like that!" Her voice cracked under the pressure. 

"What are you talking about?" The boy frowned. 

"When you are dead you don't get up! It's not like that!" Her breathing grew faster, her eyes watered, her grip was almost painful on his wrist. "You don't come back home!" The last sentence came out in an almost cry. Every kid around stopped what they were doing and a nearby teacher was alerted by the noise. Camille let go of the boy and crouched on the ground as the tears flowed down, her breath was erratic. Her head felt so light, she couldn't feel her body. All she could do was cry and scream about not coming back home because that's death. Death means you don't exist, you are gone. The teacher called for help while he tried to focus on Camille who seemed to ignore him completely. Another teacher brought the other kids away. 

Camille eventually calmed down after ten minutes of intense emotions. She was resting in the infirmary, feeling so drained. The nurse was watching over her when her parents finally arrived. Suzanne was slightly panicked, she grabbed her daughter in her arms. "Are you okay, Tulip?" 

The little girl felt too exhausted to talk, so she nodded. Henri looked at his kid, guilt took him by the guts. Gabrielle was older and had been able to process some of the situation better because she had some memories of death in the family. But Camille was still young. This was a huge reality check. He took a seat on the small couch she was resting on. She looked at her father with glassy eyes. Suzanne understood that for now it was best to leave them two alone. The nurse followed the mother outside. Camille buried her face in her dad's chest. "I don't want you to die dad." She weakly let out. 

"Don't worry, I'll always come back." He hushed her with a kiss on the head. "Camille, listen. I want you to talk to me when you feel sad or afraid ok? Never be ashamed to come ask for help. Your mom and I will always be there and if we can't, we will find someone who can." 

"How do you do it? How can you be so calm when people die?"

Henri smiled weakly. "I'm maybe calm, but I'm still hurt. This is my job, we all know the risk. Didier knew them as well, but we love our job. We want to protect our country and save people. But when we lose a friend, it's always hard. That's the reality of things."

Camille hugged her father thigher. "I still don't want to lose you." Tears flowed back again, but this time she was just sad. No panic. 

He smiled. Henri could either keep going in circles with the reality of life or he could try to throw some humor to get her to think of something else right now. "I'll be with you till I'm so old and crazy, you will want to kick my ass because I ate all your favorite cookies!"

She stopped crying with a gasp. "No! You can't do that!"

"Oh I can and I will! No more cookies for you!" He tickled her. She laughed and told him to stop. 

*****

"After that I went to therapy a couple of times till they were able to work out with me all that happened. Eventually, I accepted this just like my dad and…. Here I am." She finished her story. 

"That's hell of a tale." Soap said. He gave her a pat on the shoulder. They all sympathized with her. Even Price who joined mid story gave her a calm smile. But life was still going and for now it was time to get some relaxing time at the pub. Gaz, Soap and Price left first. Scotty was about to get up and follow when Ghost stopped her. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to turn around to face him. 

"Do you still think about this often?" He asked calmly. His hand reached for her face and he brushed her cheek. She melted under his touch. 

"Not too much. I sometimes think about him and how he would be proud of who I became. He was a nice uncle. He would have liked you."

Ghost pulled her into his arms and she gladly accepted the hug. Even after all these years and the therapy, talking about this still leaves her with a lot of emotions. "Thanks for sharing your scars." He whispered. 

"About time I shared them with you. Maybe I should tell you about others." 

"You don't have to, love."

#call of duty #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod oc #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #oc:camille scotty moreau #john price #kyle gaz garrick #series: wie goed doet goed ontmoet

[sweetcloverheart]

Things Adrien will never know since he’s not allowed to find out his father’s Hawkmoth

That Gabriel has purposely gone out of his way to upset Adrien’s friends via unfairly punishing him/limiting his freedom solely so he could have an Akuma to use (”Bubbler” and “Chat Blanc”)

That Gabriel once tricked him into believing he had upset his father so he could akumatize himself and keep him and Ladybug from realizing his real identity (”Collector”)

That after akumatizing Gorilla (“Gorizilla”), that he purposely put Adrien’s life in danger and had him thrown from on top a building just so he could find out if he was actually Chat Noir or not (and only changed his mind after Adrien had been thrown and it looked like he wasn’t about to transform to save himself)

Had noticed via his akuma butterflies when Adrien is upset/depressed but did nothing about it

Openly threatened his cousin (Like, feel how you want about Felix, Gabriel still threatened a child)

Has had Paris nearly flooded/burned down/deleted/eeby-deebied/brainwashed/zombie invaded several times while Adrien was outside the house with no idea if he had gotten/might get caught up in the attack (and not seeming to care)

That the few time he did arrange for Adrien to not be around when he was planning something (NY and Shanghai specials, “Risk”, etc.), it was specifically so he could hurt his friends, and usually done at Adrien’s own expense

That Gabriel almost caused WW3 by threatening the world with nukes (NY special)

That his father murdered someone(Or at least had their murder arranged via a gang hit) (Shanghai special)

That Nathalie’s health dove into the negatives specifically because she was helping him with his supervillainy (Yeah, she chose to become Mayura and everything, but this is still someone Adrien considers family here)

Everything about the Grimoire

Went out of his way to manipulate Chloe in “Heart Hunter” (Again, feel however you want, Gabe still purposely made it so Chloe would think Ladybug didn’t want her so he could get her on his side more easily)

Purposely put Lila and him together so she could “keep an eye on him” at his behest

Was the one who instigated Lila into enacting her plan in “Ladybug”, which ended up with Marinette expelled, and all because he considered her a “bad influence” on Adrien

Had twice Akumatized Adrien after he found out about him being Hawkmoth and his mother’s actual fate, just so he could get Ladybug’s miraculous (“Chat Blanc” and “Ephemeral”), which led to the world ending and everyone being dead in one of these scenarios

Has been magically manipulating him into obeying his will (If Senti!Adrien proves to be canon)

Made a deal with Felix to get all the Miraculous the latter stole ( “Strikeback”)

Deliberately chose to focus on stealing the Miraculous instead of taking the opportunity given to him to save his mother and Nathalie from their respective ailments (“Evolution”)

Purposely had him Cataclysm his arm, and near risking making his son a murderer/orphan (“Destruction”)

Kept the Kwamis he stole/kidnapped in cages and called them “slaves”

That the whole “Alliance Ring” nonsense was specifically to help mask his activities as Hawkmoth

And that he mainly just cares about his rivalry with Ladybug now.

#Miraculous Ladybug #ML Salt #ML Spoilers #MLB Bible Spoilers

[radical-sky]

just a little bored, i'm feeling crummy ilsa/ethan one-shot. post dead reckoning part 2. nothing explicit, but very much so implied. no beta, just something i punched out quickly on my computer.

UPDATE: edited and posted on ao3 here

Ethan isn't sure what woke him up, but he's not complaining. Ilsa is warm and soft, tucked against him, face peaceful and relaxed in sleep. A strand of hair pulled from the braid she never took out has fallen across her face, breaking the line of her jaw, the soft curve of her cheek. He pulls an arm from where they're wrapped around her and tucks the hair behind her ear. She dyed it dark auburn, nearly the same shade as when they first met, before they settled at this safe house almost three weeks ago. His hand lingers on her face, fingers brushing over her cheek before moving to her neck, settling on her pulse point. He focuses on the steady beat under his fingers, the easy thrum of her heart pumping blood through her veins. He counts the beats, each one a visceral reminder that Ilsa is alive, here with him. The year of his life when he thought she was dead nothing more than bad memories now. He forgave her the moment she revealed herself to him, pulling him from the proverbial cliff and saving his life in more ways than one. They’d beaten The Entity, defeated the machine together, and killed Gabriel along with it. 

It’s been six months and Ethan is the most peaceful he’s ever felt. He’d been weary after Venice, exhausted in a way that settled deep in his bones and didn’t lift no matter how much he slept - or tried to. The grief of Ilsa’s death had weighed on him, haunted him in a way he never could’ve imagined. After the Entity, all he wanted was rest. Peace. Slow mornings, easy days, evenings wrapped up with Ilsa. A future without the fate of the world on his shoulders.

The safehouse they’re in now is remote, completely off grid. A cabin Ilsa set up early in her MI6 career, deep in Northern Sweden, nestled amongst steep mountains and well hidden in a dense forest. There’s no electricity except for a small diesel generator that powers the water pump and some lights if they need them. The single room is heated by a wood burning stove. It’s cozy, intimate, and domestic in a way he hasn’t experienced in almost 20 years. This is what freedom feels like. 

Ilsa is warm against him, bare skin pressed against his where they’re still wrapped together, touching everywhere they can. Even in sleep they both want the reminder that the other is there. The blankets trap their heat and keep them comfortable, but he can feel the chill of the air in the room on his face. They’d gotten distracted the previous evening and forgotten to fill the stove before losing themselves in each other. Ethan tightens his grip around Ilsa, pulling her impossibly closer and tucking his face into space between her shoulder and neck, kissing, tasting, always imprinting every bit of her to memory. 

As carefully as he can, Ethan extracts himself from her, slipping out of bed silently. He collects clothes as he makes his way across the cabin; soft sweatpants, wool socks, and an even softer flannel before he shrugs into his jacket, shoves his feet into leather boots and steps outside to grab wood and kindling for the stove. The air outside the cabin is cold enough to knock the breath from his lungs, and he quickly fills the canvas log carrier, the moon bright in the sky, forest around him muted and muffled under more snow. He slips inside, stepping out of his boots before making his way to the stove. It doesn’t take him long to fill the small stove, the little blaze warming the interior and quickly brightening the room with warm and soft light. He’s stacking the rest of the wood into the small rack next to the stove when he feels arms wrap around him from behind. In the past, he’d be raising into a defensive position, taking ahold of his attacker. His body doesn’t even tense, long relaxed, defenses shut down knowing Ilsa is the only one near him. Ethan smiles, looking up at her, and pressing back into her as she steps up and meets his body with hers. 

“I distracted you last night and the stove went out, didn’t it?” She asks, voice soft as she grins down at him. 

He brushes the bits of wood from his hands and brings them up to clasp her arms. She also picked up clothing as she made her way across the cabin and he rubs his hands across the sleeves of his own sweater she’s wearing before he pushes it up her arm. Gently, he kisses the inside of her wrist, finding her pulse yet again before he trails kisses up to her palm. 

“I’ll let you distract me anytime.” He stands and turns as he says it, slow as his knees and bad leg complain. She’s there as he rises, expression soft, happy. Ilsa takes his face in her hands, fingers already cold against his skin. He meets her halfway. The kiss is slow, gentle. Passion behind it but no urgency. They have all the time in the world. Ethan’s hand tangles in her hair, further messes up the braid, then other pulls her close, needing her body against his. 

“Come back to bed, darling, warm me up.” She’s barely pulled away from him, and her lips brush his still as she speaks. 

Ethan nods against her, hands still roaming, tucking under the borrowed sweater, fitting themselves around her waist. She works at the jacket he never took off, and he lets go of her only long enough to shrug out of it. It’s several minutes before they make it back the bed, lost and distracted in each other. 

They tuck together again, lips flushed but bodies still freezing, arms wrapped around the other, holding. Her face is tucked into his chest, and Ethan can feel her gentle smile as they settle against one another. Idly, he traces patterns on her back, working his way around her chest, and resting on the sweater where he knows the scar on her left shoulder is. 

“Ethan…” she begins, knowing where his head his going, a conversation they’ve already had many times. 

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died Ilsa. I can’t imagine this without you. I don’t know if I would’ve walked away from the Sevastopol if you hadn’t been there.” 

Ilsa takes his hand, and moves it down, pressing it over her heart. 

“It’s in the past, Ethan. It’s not worth thinking about. I’m right here, I’ll always be here.”

Ethan leans down, pressing his lips to her forehead. 

“This is all I want Ilsa. Life with you, whatever that means. I never want to wake up without you.”

She shifts against him, this isn’t the way this conversation usually goes. Normally he starts talking about the mission, blaming himself. Saying he should’ve gotten to the bridge faster, planned differently.

“Ethan, you know that’s what I want too, life together. Just us.” Ilsa pulls pushes her fingers into the hair at the base of his skull, tangling into the still too-long strands. 

“I love you Ethan.”

He pulls her closer to him. How did he get this? How did he almost lose this?

“I love you too Ilsa, more than you’ll ever know.” 

They hardly need to move to press their lips together, slowly opening up to one another, touch tender and revenant as they undress each other. Ethan is smiling, eyes crinkled at the edges but happy. Ilsa grins back.

God he loves her. He loves this. He is hers, she is his. He never could have dreamed of a future so complete, filled with so much joy. He doesn’t hurry, hands slow as he explores her body, they have their whole future together, and he intends to enjoy it.

#rad writes #mission impossible #ilsaethan #drabble #ethan hunt #ilsa faust #ilsa x ethan #ethan x ilsa

[sunshinestrand]

tagged by @rmd-writes thank you, lovely <3

we're switching things up this week because, surprise, there's a new idea running rampant in my head. So here's the first little snippet from an author carlos/ranch hand TK AU:

Whenever he visits the ranch house, the unmistakable feeling of home seeps into every part of him. It's a place that held all of their family gatherings, where his graduation party was held, where both his sisters got married (and where he hopes to one day have one of his own). Carlos' roots are so deeply planted in this very house and he finds that it will always have the power to pull him back, no matter what.

He looks at all the pictures on the mantle of the fireplace, of the many years of memories captured, and he smiles fondly at them all. Nothing has changed. His mother is still as sentimental as ever.

Andrea appears next to him, holding out one of her mugs full of tea. "Not that this isn't one of the most wonderful surprises, but what brings you home, Carlitos?"

He eyes her over the rim of his mug as he takes a sip. He winces slightly at the heat hitting his tongue, but his mother's famous tea soothes it quickly. "I need a reason to come and see my parents now, do I?"

"Of course not. You know you're always welcome home. I just mean we were only just out in New York to see you. So, it's not like it's been a terribly long time."

Carlos sighs. "Truthfully? I have been struggling to write, so Paul suggested I come home for a while and see if that helps to break the writer's block."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Andrea whispers, and she places her palm to his cheek. "But I'm glad that it was able to bring you back to us for a while."

Carlos smiles softly. "Me too. Where is dad?"

"Oh, he's out doing some work on the fences. He should be back any time now." Andrea says. "Which reminds me, I should continue on with dinner."

Carlos frowns. "He's out doing work alone? Is that really safe?"

A year ago, Gabriel Reyes had suffered a heart attack that was almost fatal, and the doctor had ordered him to cut back on his work a bit. His father was a stubborn man, but his mother was even more so. Carlos knew there was no way she would just allow him back at it.

"Oh no, he's not alone." Andrea says, and it manages to settle Carlos' nerves just a bit. "We got a new ranch hand not too long ago. He's very nice and hardworking."

"That's great, mom." Carlos says, taking a seat at one of the barstools. This is a place he sat for many days watching his mother cook food and where she would give him a cutting board, a knife, and some veggies to cut. It was some of the best times of his life. "Is he anyone I know?"

Andrea falters in her knife skills for a moment. "Yes, he is someone you know."

Carlos raises a brow, confusion settling into him. He didn't have many people he didn't get along with, so who could his parents possibly have hired that would warrant such a reaction from his mother.

"Carlos, there's something you should know —"

Whatever it is, however, his mother does get to tell him because the front door opens and in steps his father, looking worn out from the day. He toes off his work boots before making his way into the kitchen.

"Look who showed up on our doorstep just now, Gabriel." Andrea says, and Gabriel smiles brightly.

"Well, isn't this a nice surprise." He says as he pulls Carlos into an awkward side hug since he's sitting down. "My son, the best-selling author, it's good to see you again. I almost forgot what you looked like."

Carlos shakes his head. "Stop it. You were just in New York to see me. You two act like I haven't been home in —"

"Two years." Gabriel and Andrea say in unison before all three of them chuckle.

"Okay, fine. Look, I really am sorry it took me so long. I do feel terrible about that."

"Nonsense." Andrea says. "You were out living your dream. That's all we've wanted for you. That's been our dream, and we are so proud of you."

"She is right, you know. We couldn't be any more proud." Gabriel adds on, a beaming smile on his face.

"Thanks, that means a lot." Carlos says, a feeling of warmth in his chest. "So, Mama, what did I need to know about the new ranch hand you hired?"

He thinks he sees his father make a face at his mother, who just shakes her head. Carlos opens his mouth, ready to ask again, but he hears the front door again.

"The horses are tended to and put into their stalls, Mr. Reyes." A voice says, and Carlos immediately recognises it. His heart begins to beat faster, and the tips of his ears begin to burn. Maybe it's not who he thinks it is.

When he turns, however, he finds those familiar green eyes staring at him. He hasn't seen them in two years, and it isn't until just this moment that he realizes how much he had missed them. He can still remember how they were filled with tears the day he left.

So this is what his parents were attempting to tell him. TK Strand is their new ranch hand.

"TK," Carlos whispers, his voice fighting against the lump that has grown in his throat. "Hi."

TK seems equally as shocked to see him, his eyes now wide. All Carlos wants to do is run and hug him, but he's not sure TK feels the same way.

"Carlos, hey." TK says, his voice cracking slightly, and Carlos is sure he's beginning to panic. He looks around awkwardly for a moment. "I, uh, I just realised I forgot something in the barn."

He's gone before another word can be spoken, the front door slamming back closed, and Carlos turns to look back at his parents. They are both wearing matching awkward expressions, both of them acting as though they weren't a part of what just happened.

Carlos stands from his seat and doesn't say a word as he follows TK out of the house, determined to find him.

tagging: @reyescarlos and @welcometololaland <3

#wip wednesday #tarlos #userkimmy #userthai #tusersonia #paige writes

[hazzybat]

BoMartin girlies do I have a gift for you!

Set in my Joker Out Monster AU

Technically this is set after next chapter/chapter after that but I don't think it has spoilers of anything we don't already know.

Enjoy Bojan taking about feeding Martin

"Why didn’t you ever feed on me?" Bojan asked hesitantly over the phone. He was sitting on the couch of their living room, a hand running through Kris’s hair as he slept on Bojan's lap, drooling on his thigh.

"Because it was you." Martin responded simply from the other end of the line.

"What does that mean?"

Martin huffed humorously, "It means I love you you idiot. Also I didn't know if I even could drink from you. I'd heard some weird stories about demon blood. "

"What does loving me have to do with not drinking from me?" Bojan asked choosing to ignore the second part of the sentence,  "Don't a lot of vampires have mates they feed off? Was I not mate enough material?" The tone was joking and light, covering up the deep little part of his heart that was hurt. He'd loved Martin deeply and always would. Maybe not as lovers and mates but certainly as some kind of impossible connection. But time and circumstances had decided they weren't to last. Once Kris had arrived Bojan couldn't deny the strong feelings between them, his affection shifting to him. He loved Martin, but they simply grew apart, their relationship changing from romance to friendship.

It hadn't been his fault and it hadn't been Martin's. Their connection was strong enough to survive the break up, coming out the other side just as strong as before. They were friends, thick as theaves and once or twice Martin would still help him feed, still remembering just how to touch him or whisper in his ear to best please him.

"Feeding is... complicated my love." Martin cut through Bojan's meandering thoughts, "You of all people know that. I only wanted to drink from people I didn't much care about. Easy, simple things that could just be food. And I liked the variety it brought. You mattered too much to me to drink from you."

Bojan hummed as if he understood. Martin continued knowing him too well by now.

"You remember Gabriel? Before you met him he loved drinking from his mate. Got almost addicted to it and when she got older and couldn't give as much he took it pretty hard. Almost died when she did. That's why he was...  well why he was like *that* when you knew him.

I guess I almost didn't even want to start that. Didn't want to think about what would happen if I loved your blood as much as I loved you and then one day I couldn't have it anymore,"

Bojan didn't know what to say.

"Did you know my blood is apparently also an aphrodisiac?" Bojan said, wanting to change the topic to something easier and lighter before he could dwell on Martin's words.

He heard a chuckle over the phone

"It doesn't surprise me considering the rest of you is a damn aphrodisiac. You did say you were horny like all the time so I imagine that transferred over somehow. You probably taste like pure syrup with how sweet it would be."

Bojan blushed a bit at Martin's playful flirting. It was so easy to slip into that old rapport. He carded his fingers through Kris’s hair, who snuggled closer in his sleep.

"You always tasted amazing," he said softly.

Neither spoke. The evening sun shone through the living room window, warming Bojan's tired body.

"What makes you ask in the first place?" Martin asked eventually.

"There was a thing with Kris. Fucker didn't get his supliments for like 3 weeks and I had to give him my blood just to make sure he'd be okay. It had some.... interesting results," Bojan explained, ruffling Kris’s hair playfully. He did it a bit too hard as Kris began to stir, Bojan shushing him softly and lulling him back to sleep.

"Shit is he okay?" Martin's voice was laced with concern once Bojan made a contented noise at hearing Kris’s soft snores again.

"Yeah he's fine now. Gave me a damn heart attack though," Bojan said.

"I can imagine. You always worry about him. Send him my love will you?" Martin said warmly.

"I will. Oh and Martin?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I love him. Really love him," he looked down at his lap and smiled happily as Kris began to stir once more, eyes blinking open slowly and looking happily up at the demon.

"I know you do darling," Martin said "I love you"

"Love you too"

#bomartin #monster hearts #jo monster au #more soft and fluffy from me??? #what is this?? #ficlet #a few people asked about Martin feeding and so here's your explanation #JO Monster AU side stories #JO Monster AU worldbuilding

[frodo-cinnamonroll]

Deeper than Fate (Part 2)

Prompt/request: **read part 1 first** As requested by @almost-gabrielle: Frodo wakes up the next night (after part 1) and feels pain while his wound is closing. It hurts him too much so that Y/N goes to get Lord Elrond so he can ease the pain in his shoulder. Frodo asks Y/N to stay with him until morning comes again.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: wounds/injuries, some trauma and fluff

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“Could it be?”

I felt a gentle touch on my cheek, light but warm. Opening my eyes, I saw Frodo, the little halfling I had aided, looking down on me. My head rested on his bedside and I sat in the wooden chair I last remembered being in. I had fallen asleep.

Frodo pulled his hand back as soon as I opened my eyes, wonder in his eyes but also something close to pain.

“You’re awake,” I said, sitting up. “How do you feel?”

Frodo stuttered for a moment. “You are the one in my dream.”

“Dream?”

“What happened?”

I sighed. “You were attacked by one of the Nine, their leader. The blade almost killed you. Had it not been for Elrond you would not have survived.”

“Elrond? Like the Elf from Bilbo’s tales?”

“Yes.”

“You know Bilbo?”

“Of course,” I said with a smile. “He talks of you a lot. I’ve stayed here in Rivendell for the past two or three months and I knew him quite well before then. I am fond of halflings.”

“But . . . how?” Frodo said. “You were in the dream. After . . . after I was stabbed everything seemed hazy and I couldn’t tell whether I was awake or asleep or worse. But you were there, shining as you are now, in the moonlight. Who are you? An elf?”

“Half-elf,” I said. “I’m Aragorn’s sister. I am adopted, mind you, but we are siblings nonetheless.”

“Aragorn?”

“Ah, right. He goes by many names. I believe you call him Strider.”

“Strider! Is he here?”

“I do not know.”

“What is your name?”

“You are full of questions,” I said with a small laugh. “And rightly so considering all that has happened. My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Frodo repeated. “I like that.”

I smiled again, looking at the halfling in admiration.

Frodo shifted and winced, his hand going up to his shoulder.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“Like fire on the inside,” Frodo said, taking a breath.

A shadow suddenly passed over the open balcony, an owl swooping low and landing on a tree nearby. Frodo flinched and his eyes widened.

“You have nothing to fear here, Frodo,” I said. “You are safe in Rivendell.”

Frodo said nothing and seemed to be shaking. He seemed dazed with a sudden surge of pain. He let his head fall back on his pillow with uneven breaths.

“Frodo?” I said, looking at his face.

“It hurts,” Frodo said in a strained voice. He moaned softly and tears ran down his cheeks.

I placed my hand on his forehead. He seemed warmer than normal.

“Will you let me look at it?” I said.

Frodo managed a nod.

I pulled back his shirt and reached for the bandage. “This might hurt a little,” I said. As gently as I possibly could, I pulled off the bandage but some of it stuck to the raw wound itself and Frodo let out a cry.

“I’m so sorry!” I said, leaving the rest of the bandage. I didn’t have the heart to finish. I stood. “I am going to find Master Elrond. I will be back soon.”

Quickly, I dashed out of the room and found Elrond’s. He was sitting in his library, pouring over  a book and some maps.

“Master Elrond!” I said, bowing.

He looked up and smiled. “Y/N, what is it?”

“It’s the halfling. He is awake but in much pain.”

Elrond face became more solemn and he stood with a nod and followed me back to the room. Frodo lay there as he was before. It was now that I noticed the Ring on the chain around his neck. I paid it no heed after that, however. Elrond bent over Frodo and put his hand on his head as I had. Frodo watched him with wide eyes. Elrond gently continued pulling the bandage off. Frodo let out another cry followed by more tears and he reached for Elronds arm with his right one. His left one was still limp. I sat on the bed and grasped his hand in mine.

“It’s going to be alright,” I said. “Elrond is helping you. There is only a little left.”

Frodo whimpered, still stricken by the pain that wasn’t easing. “Please” was all he could manage to say.

I picked him up in my arms and held his head to my chest.

“Shh,” I said, rocking a little. “It will be alright.”

Elrond finished pulling the bandage off and brought some of the oils he had used earlier. He gently applied them, Frodo still grimaced and flinched, but he didn’t fight. As Elrond finished, he whispered an elvish blessing over Frodo and the halfling relaxed. Finally, it was done and Elrond applied another bandage.

 “You will be alright Master Baggins,” he said. “Your wound is healing quicker than I had thought. The poison is still leaving the wound. That is what is causing you all this pain. But it should be closed and healed by tomorrow. This is the last bandage you will need.”

“Thank you,” Frodo whispered. I could tell he was fighting the exhaustion. “You are welcome,” Elrond said with a small bow. “Get some rest for tomorrow.” He nodded once in respect and left the room.

I looked at Frodo who sat up, leaning against me. His eyelids were getting heavy.

“I should probably leave now.” I said quietly.

Frodo stirred. “No, please stay,” he said.

“I won’t be a bother to you. You need rest.”

“I will rest better if you are here,” Frodo said. “I know I have only just met you but I am fond of you already.”

I shook my head with a smile. “I am fond of you too. Alright, then. But you must rest. No more talking.”

Frodo nodded, laying his head on my chest. Almost instantly his eyes were closed and he relaxed fully, a small smile on his face. I caressed his curly hair, kissing his head gently.

“Gandalf was right,” I whispered, smiling to myself. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

And there I sat until morning came, with someone who was brought to me by something deeper than Fate.

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[imsparky2002]

Father Knows Best

"Adrien! Let down your hair!"

The sound of Gabriel's strict command immediately dampens Adrien's mood. He uses his long locks as a makeshift rope, allowing the man to climb up the tower, brushing off the dust from his coat, which he hangs up on the wall. "Thank you, Adrien." he says. The boy can't help but stand up straight as his father stares at him coldly, before a smile creeps up his face. “Thank you, Adrien.” he remarks. “It astounds me how you can do that every single day without complaint. Surely it must be exhausting.” Adrien brushes the statement off. “It’s no trouble, sir. Anything to help you.” he insists.

Gabriel gives him a pat on the head as he begins to admire himself in the mirror. “Look in the mirror, Adrien. You know what I see? A strong, intelligent and beautiful young man...” Adrien begins to smile. That’s a surprisingly warm compliment from his fathe-

“Oh, and you're here too.” Gabriel joked. This caused Adrien to show a surprising amount of annoyance, which only made Gabriel laugh. “I’m just teasing, son. Don’t take everything so seriously!” Gabriel said, as if his son were still a toddler. “Well I don’t find it funny at all.” Adrien thought, though he wouldn’t dare say it out loud. He decided that since his father was in such a jovial mood, he would ask a question he had been dreading to ask for awhile. “So…Father…I wanted to talk to you about something. Tomorrow is kind of a big day, you know it’s-”

“Your 14th birthday. Yes, Adrien, I know how calendars work.” Gabriel said snippily. Adrien gulped. That seemed to douse his good mood. “Well... I was wondering... could you take me to see the lights?“

The man’s eyes widened in shock, as he whipped his head around. “Pardon?” he asked, almost daring his son to say it again. Adrien decided to bite the bullet and continued. “Well, it's just that they always appear on my birthday, and I thought it'd be nice to leave the tower and see them in perso-” Once again, he was cut off by Gabriel, who just put a finger on his lips. “Oh, Adrien, you want to go outside?” he asked, with fake concern in his voice.

Gabriel:

Look at you, fragile as a flower

Just a ray of sunshine, there’s no doubt

Adrien:

I know but-

Gabriel:

That’s right, to keep you safe and sound, son

I was quite aware the day was coming

(He begins closing the blinds and windows.)

Knew that soon you’d want to leave the nest

Soon, but not yet

(Adrien is about to protest, as Gabriel shushes him.)

Shh! Don’t you fret

Father… knows… best

(He pulls a lever, which puts the tower in complete darkness. Adrien hates when he does stuff like this, and pulls out a candle to light the room.)

Father knows best

Listen to your father

(Adrien turns around to see Gabriel, making a scary expression and making his fingers into claws, giving Adrien a mini-heart attack. He knows his dad is trying to warn him of dangerous people, but does he have to scare the crap out of him?)

It’s a scary world out there.

(The man disappears, and as Adrien begins to try and calm down, he feels something pulling on his hair, causing him to hyperventilate. If there was one thing he absolutely hated, it was when his father would touch and tug at his hair without consent.)

Father knows best

One way or another

(Adrien tried as hard as he could to tug at his hair, until he felt Gabriel let go. The shock caused him to fall to the ground, being caught by his father.)

Something will go wrong, I swear!

(As he let go of his son, he began to make shadow puppets of dangerous criminals. However, Adrien remained unfazed. As long as he had his trusty frying pan, he’d be fine!)

Ruffians, thugs!

Adrien:

Wait, aren’t those the same thing?

Gabriel:

Snakes

Adrien:

Ooh, I love snakes!

Gabriel:

The plague

Adrien:

What?

Gabriel:

Yes!

Adrien:

Uh...

Gabriel:

Also large bugs, men with pointy teeth

Adrien:

Please stop! Ok, I get the picture!

Gabriel:

Daddy’s right here. Father will protect you

Here is something I suggest!

(He dramatically makes an entrance down a flight of stairs.)

Just be proper, stay with Papa.

Father... knows... best!

(He laughs as he disappears. Adrien decides he’s done with this, and begins looking for another candle.)

Father knows best

Take it from your daddy

Out there, you won’t survive.

(Adrien begins to tear up as his father starts to degrade him once again.)

Sloppy, underdressed

Immature, bratty

Please, they’ll eat you up alive!

(He rolls his son up into a burrito of sorts, using the hair as a tortilla, and insults him once more.)

Gullible, naive

Positively grubby

Ditzy and a tad bit vague

Plus, I fear

You’re getting kind of chubby.

(This confused Adrien, because his father had been leaving him hungry for years. Still, he felt himself begin to sob.)

I say this because I love you

Father understands

Father’s here to help you!

All I have is one request!

(Adrien lay on the floor in a fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably, as his father forced him to look up.)

Adrien?

(Adrien hiccuped as he looked up at his father, his eyes blurry from the tears.)

Adrien:

Y-ye-e-es?

(Gabriel stared at his son with a look of contained rage, his eyes were dead inside.)

Gabriel:

Don’t ever ask to leave this tower again.

(Adrien felt the pure malice in the voice, and it shook him to his core.)

Adrien:

I won’t, I p-promise.

(Gabriel smiled. Adrien flinched as his father stroked his face.)

Gabriel:

Don’t forget it

You’ll reget it...

Father.... knows... best.

(Adrien remained on the floor, continuing to cry as his father went out to get something he had forgotten to buy the first time around. His beloved friend Sass, slithered around, giving him some space. The boy decided he had enough. He simply couldn’t live like this, trapped and in fear of disobeying his father. And so he did something he hadn’t done in a very long time. He wished for a fairy.)

“P-please...” he sniffed, his breath hitching as he pleaded. “I wish I could leave this tower. I n-need help!”

Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a bubble appeared in front of him. It popped, and he could see a friendly-looking boy that seemed to be around his age. He had sparkly wings, wore a red cap, glasses, and had a magic wand. He flashed Adrien a warm smile, and floated down to the ground.

“What’s up, dude?” he said. “I’m Nino, your Fairy GodBro.”

And there you have my first songfic for Class of Heroes! This one was so fun and surprisingly easy to write. I decided to have Adrien be a little bit braver to Gabriel, knowing the man was abusive, but feeling there was no way out. That is, until Nino showed up! Weeby helped me with the dialogue before the song begins, so thanks to them for that. Also as you can see, there were some lyric changes, so let me know what you thought of those. I’ll be making a sequel post with Weeby’s help for Adrien and Nino’s first meeting. As usual, make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask to share the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

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[behindthesemasks]

13

WARNINGS - BLOOD, VIOLENCE, GUNS, SHOOTING, PHYSICAL ATTACK

Fingers combed through her long dark hair, Klaus’s larger body pressing her smaller one back into the bar.  Her heart was racing, she could hear the blood rushing through her ears and she loved every minute of it.  There was no mistaking his passion, his restraint having come to an end when she had uttered those words.  The kiss on the plane had made her heart skip, but now she was lost in him.

One hand had slid down her back and he was getting ready to lift her up onto that bar, or maybe to find her room, he didn’t care as long as he got to feel more of her.  He had longed for this for too long and he wasn’t going to waste a minute more now.  That thought was fully interrupted when the door to the suite slammed open enough it made them both jump.  

In an instant, Mel was behind Klaus and his gun was drawn.  Nic and Ambrose burst out of the study with weapons drawn as well.  The look on Gabriel’s face when he drew up short was one of surprise and slight fear.  He had been in such a hurry to get to them all that he hadn’t thought of their reaction to his entry.  He was mentally kicking himself now for it.

“Damn it!  Sorry!  There’s…”  His eyes cut over to where he could see Mel peaking from behind Klaus.  It was kind of cute but he had to resist the urge to smile; there were three very pissed men with hairpin triggers who still had guns aimed at him. “Been an incident at the dig site, and another one here afterward.”

Nic growled as he holstered his weapon, Ambrose and Klaus doing likewise. “What?  What the fuck has happened NOW!?”  Annoyance and aggravation was clear in his voice.

“Sasha Dominko has been shot.”  Gabe paused as he heard Mel’s gasp.  Another mental kick for not thinking of a better way to state that.  “And…Andreas is here.  It’s not a friendly visit.  Erik and Case have him in one of the rooms…talking.”  The look Gabe shot to the three men said talking was the least of what they were doing.

“Wait…Andreas…no!” Klaus’s face became a mask of anger as Cam entered the room.

“Uh, Gabe.”  Cam cleared his throat and looked tired. “You might want to come back in there.  Like…NOW!”   He turned and left after nodding at all the others.

Gabe turned and hurried out of the room, followed by everyone else.  Mel had to almost jog to keep up with the men.  She was several inches shorter and while she had long, dancer’s legs...she still had a hard time keeping up.  Pissed off men seemed to move far faster than they should have.  When they got in the room, they found out that Alexander and Caden had headed to the hospital when they’d heard of  the shooting and before Andreas had arrived.  Donovan and Dez had headed to the dig site.  Both pairs of men had been made aware of the latest development and were on guard for any associates that Andreas might have.

“Situation update,” Ambrose barked out as soon as they were all in the room.  He was handed several photos, which he looked at and then passed them to Nic.  

Erik, Klaus, and Ambrose went off to the side to talk in hushed tones.  Mel’s eyes swept over the man gagged and tied to the chair.  How could this man she knew have done this?  Sasha had never hurt anyone.  She was a kind, peaceful woman who lived to dig up artifacts.  She didn’t have a cruel bone in her body and never said a harsh word.  How dare he hurt her like this, there was no reason.  Well, sure…there was money…but who the hell would want to hurt her?  Then again, she would have thought the same thing about herself before Peru.  Now she knew that greed and ambition drove people to do stupid and deadly things.

Nic and Gabe tried to keep between Mel and Andreas, as if they expected him to somehow slip his bonds and attack the petite brunette.  This wasn’t a part of their jobs they necessarily wanted her to see.  The condition that Andreas was in wasn’t pretty.  One ear and his nose were bleeding.  There were bruises in various shades of purple adorning his face, and some on his neck that resembled finger marks.  His shirt was torn and there was what looked like dried blood in a few places there as well.  Cerebrally Mel knew what business the Parte’ Defensionis branch of the Meyers conglomerate did, and it was more than just providing bodyguards and private investigators.  Still, knowing exactly who had inflicted those injuries hit a part of her deep inside.  What had Andreas done that his own cousin would beat him bloody?

Cam and Case were behind and slightly to each side of the chair, the looks on their faces spoke to supreme and very finely veiled rage.  Whatever had gone down, it was bad.  The fact she had been allowed in the room with Andreas told her only one thing:  she wasn’t the target this time.   Still Mel’s mind couldn’t come to grips with what was happening.  Who?  Who had ordered this?

Finally the grouping off to the side broke up and the males started to come back before Andreas.  As they did, the pictures Nic had been holding were laid on a table off to the side where several weapons lay as well, from Erik, Case, Cam and Gabriel from Mel’s guess.  You didn’t want to give your prisoner an opportunity to get your weapon if he broke the restraints, this much she knew from listening to her cousin and grandfather.  As Cam delivered a few blows to Andreas when he spit on Ambrose rather than answer the elder man’s questions regarding who had hired him, causing Andreas to be gagged once more, Mel moved the photos aside.  In addition to Sasha there was a male who she didn’t recognize as anyone on the dig.  Then she slid those two pictures aside…

“Andreas, you can either tell us what we want to know or we will continue to inflict pain till you are of no use to us.  You know this.”  Ambrose’s words were spit out with venom.  The man had tired of being even the semblance of polite. “So are you going to cooperate?”

Before Andreas could answer there was the very loud and dull thunk of a high tech suppressed gunshot and a muffled howl of pain from Andreas as blood began to stain his shirt on his right shoulder.  All heads turned to behind them and slowly a path was made as Mel moved forward, gun still held very steadily in front of her.  Her fine features were covered in a mask of rage and hatred.  She stopped right in front of Andreas and his eyes widened in fear.  Never had he seen her this way and he knew instinctively it was a very bad thing to be seeing.

Nic, Ambrose, Klaus, and Erik all exchanged glances.  Their eyes said that someone should probably do something, but the fact none of them moved said that none of them were going to be that someone.  They knew why she was pissed, and from the look on Andreas’s face she was making quite an impression that none of the rest of them would be able to quite match.  “You, absolute cocksucking son of a bitch.  How fucking dare you show up here!  You see this face?”  She held up Alexander’s picture less than an inch from the tip of  Andrea’s nose.  “If a single hair on this man’s head is damaged I will kill you.  I will make your last moments so painful that you will pray for death to a god that doesn’t fucking exist.”  Now her face was in his and her eyes bored holes into him.  True fear began to show in his eyes, Mel had finally lost it and he was about to feel the full weight of it, he was sure.

“So, you’re going to tell all these nice men what the fuck they want to know, or I’m going to start causing you pain that they won’t.”  The muzzle of the gun pressed into his cock, slowly the pressure increasing.  “Oh, and I won’t just shoot you…I told you I’m going to make it painful.  And, see, I know where they keep the drugs that will keep your ass awake through every damn second of it.  They’re all pissed, but I’m fucking crazy and none of them are going to stop me.  I’ll give you a minute to think about it.”  Placing her hand in the middle of his chest, she shoved him backwards, causing the chair to tip over, Case and Cam stepping back and looking at each other with raised eyebrows.  Nope, neither of them was going to get in her way.

Stepping between the legs of the chair, Mel brought her foot up and then slammed it down into Andreas’s groin.  All of the other men groaned, some shifting uncomfortably as Andreas howled.  “That was a love tap asshole.  Next time it’ll really hurt.”  Turning quickly, Mel headed out of the room with the gun still held in her hand, safety off, and hammer back.  Anyone got in her way of finding her best friend, she’d shoot them too.  First she was going back to the suite to get changed and then she was going to find Alexander.  He was going to be with Sasha, and she wasn’t going to let either of them be hurt.  She was done with people being hunted and taken out like animals.  The lamb was becoming the lion, and may all the gods in the heavens help whomever got in her way.

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