#ulysses x six

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Q/U/X is for -- Ulysses

Writing for Ulysses always seems to transport me to another world, I swear, he just-- His way of speaking, and the general air about the man is all just... ethereal, in a way? I don't know, but he makes me feel like more of a poet than I've ever been, lol.

And the dialogue prompt he got had me on the floor, it's just SO accurate and perfect for him and Six. Ugh.

Anywho, I hope you guys like it!

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

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Pair: Ulysses x g/n! Six

Dialogue: “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Word: Unite

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

“Um, well, I suppose I should be leaving, then. Ulysses.” Six stepped away from the pair’s close proximity slowly, backing up while still facing him. 

To hold our eye contact, or to make sure I don't stab them in the back?

“You’re not leaving.” 

Though the words commanded Six's attention, the way he voiced it was more of a question than an order. 

Ulysses couldn’t tell if that put them at ease or not.

“Well, I… Why you’d want to be around me at all, after everything I’ve learned about myself... I don’t blame you for wanting me dead, is all. Figure I should leave before you act on it though, right?” 

Six’s voice was nervous, but there was a sadness that Ulysses detected there as well. A shame, even. 

They should feel ashamed for what they’ve done… But then, is the shame enough of a consequence on its own? Does it absolve them of their wrongdoings, if they are pained by it this way, even without memory of the action itself? 

“What about my behavior has told you that I plan on acting on what I spoke about in our first meeting?” 

Ulysses was closer to them now, looking down the point of his mask to their large eyes, wide with… was it fear? 

Still?

“I don’t know, I just… I understand why you were so furious, why you sought me out, I couldn’t imagine… If I had a home, and someone took it from me, well, I’d like to think I would’ve done the same as you did. Only, maybe less honorably.” 

A soft snort escaped the mask, and Six could see some semblance of sympathy shining within the dark depths of Ulysses’ intense eyes. 

“That, in itself, is honorable to say.” They couldn’t pull their gaze from his, and as his compliment met their ears, a smooth tingle of relief wove up their spine. Ulysses could see it, from his perspective, the way they sought his forgiveness. 

That too, was honorable. 

He couldn’t help but admire the courier then. Then… and now. Now, as he shared his tent with them. A temporary home, but still some fragment of the place of belonging that they both craved so wholly. 

And how could he blame them? With their memories, as shoddy and incomplete as the crude camps he’d often made himself to stifle that wound in his chest that the Divide was meant to fill.  

They didn’t even know who they were, what they’d done, or why. It was a struggle he himself could not quite imagine. 

“I can’t believe I’m here…” 

Ulysses heard them say, perhaps to themself, as they turned and dropped their pack back to its place near to his sleeping mat. 

“I mean, I thought you hated me… That you would never forgive me, never stop… trying to kill me.” 

“Hate and love are but cousins;” Ulysses told them, stepping closer as they rounded to face him again, “Passion drawn from deep within and showcasing itself in the most intense forms available to us. The difference is but one instant.” 

And that instant is now. 

Ulysses’ impassioned gaze told them, near amber in color, with the emotion blazing within them. The simple look itself sent an overwhelming shiver down the courier’s spine. 

“But, hold on.” They said, before his stare had a chance to hold them prisoner for eternity, “Everything I’ve done, I mean… Your second chance, your home, a place away from the Legion, a new start, it was all yours, until me. How... how could you look past that?" 

Ulysses could easily see the struggle within them from the outside, just as much as he heard it in their words. 

Is it so hard for them to detect my own inner thoughts? 

After the nights they’d shared, they’d had to share during the massive dust storm that could’ve claimed both their lives, had they not had each other; how could they not see the way his view of them has changed? 

Six had seen him all those nights. His perseverance, his will, yes, that they knew of before the pair had properly even met. No, but those nights, they’d seen a glimpse of his vulnerability. The man behind the mask, the one who longs for a place to call his own, a place to belong, after a lifetime of feeling wrong. 

Wrong for turning his back on the Twisted Hairs with the illusion of not having a choice, wrong for being a part of the Legion, the very same faction that murdered and enslaved his people, that eradicated them from the map and from memory. Then, maybe wrongly too, he’d turned his back on the Legion as well. 

Had he no honor? Had he not a decisive mind? No allegiance? No loyalty? 

Who was Ulysses, if not a Twisted Hair, if not a Frumentarius, if not a courier? 

So wholeheartedly he had always formed his identity around that which he was forced to follow, to be a part of, even against his own wishes. 

His wishes, that now he had the freedom to consider. 

And Ulysses did. 

Even now, he was considering Six. The courier who’d seen him, a blank slate, with not even themself for Ulysses to obsess over. No, now all was out in the open. No holotapes, no hiding, no mystery, and yet, Six accepted him, forgave him, allied themself with him... 

It was true. Ulysses had made up his mind now, and he’d done it on his own, wholly. 

“My new start?” He said, his voice rumbling so softly from within his mask, that Six had to lean in close to catch his words. “It’s you. It’s always been you. I merely had to reflect to see it. To look back on my past, and on yours. The way that you’ve shaped me, without even knowing it.”

Six blinked at him, and their mouth fell slightly agape in their shock. 

 “Our stories are comparable, Six. Both alone, with a rich past, but no idea who we truly are. Not when your memory was taken from you, and my individuality. Together though, I see a change in both of us. I see what I thought was stolen forever from me, by you.”

Ulysses took another step forward, his chest just barely brushing Six’s as he took a deep breath in, his eyes locked to theirs, dark hair curtaining an intense, but pleading expression. 

And there it was again, that vulnerability that the ex-soldier, ex-spy, had never been able to show another living soul, and it was showing plain in his expression, sounding so clearly in his voice, that it was effortless. 

Six made it effortless for him to be genuine with them. 

It was something he could find himself getting used to, he thought. 

“With you,” He continued, raising one hand to brush the roughened tips of his fingers to Six’s chin. Affectionate, but subtle. “I see a future for us both.”

#2k event #2k celebration #secret event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout npc #fallout new vegas #fallout new vegas dlcs #fallout nv #new vegas #fnv #courier six #ulysses fnv #ulysses #ulysses x six

[everydayyoulovemeless]

How do you think Ulysses(fnv) would be in a relationship?

Romantic Ulysses HCs

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Possessive? ➼ Genre » Romantic

Ulysses has a habit of being a bit controlling in his relationships. Something inside him makes him feel as if he needs to loom over his partner's shoulders at all times. Maybe it's the fear of losing them as he's lost everything else, or maybe he's just a naturally protective person. Either way, he'd prefer if you stayed close to him.

He likes to log down his favorite aspects about you. He'll keep a journal and write down the features and habits he likes best. There are pages and pages of your characteristics that he adores.

He’s a tad manipulative when it comes down to a relationship of any kind. In his mind, he sees himself as a savior who needs to protect and defend you at any cost necessary, and that’s exactly what he intends to do. Weird complex, an even weirder boyfriend.

He finds out as much as he can about you—any legal document, family history, friends, ideals—he thinks they’re all vital to truly understanding you as a person, even if you don’t remember any of it yourself.

He’s a very romantic guy, all things considered. He especially likes to write poetry for you on any surface he can find. Usually, it’s just scrawled on a note, but sometimes you’ll find declarations of love on random walls of his temple or dispersed throughout the Divide.

He'll frequently grab your face to make you look at him. Normally, he's gentle, but every now and then he'll get a bit rougher with it.

Ulysses is one of those people who would want matching tattoos with his significant other. He doesn’t date casually and would expect you to be aiming for eternity when you get with him, and a tattoo is a perfect way to show your dedication to the relationship. Why wouldn't you want one?

A lot of his dates will be him taking you camping. You’ll both walk into a random location and set up a small shelter once it finally gets dark. He thinks it’s nice to be able to get out and experience nature and all it has to offer, especially when it’s with you.

He also likes sitting in silence with you as he reads and you do whatever you need to—tinkering, repairing, upgrading, or even reading with him—he just likes to be near you while you do it.

He likes to come up behind you, wrap his arms around you, and kiss the top of your head. He likes keeping you close and never wastes an opportunity to show you he cares.

He's really gentle with you. His voice is noticeably softer, his touches are more delicate, and he's not as pushy as he might be toward someone else. He cares about you and he's willing to do anything to keep you.

Ulysses would be very interested in settling down with you at some point. Whenever's most convenient, he's not in a rush, but one day he'd like to own a house in a stable community where the two of you can just live out the rest of your lives together.

He fixes up ED-E to be a lot more durable than he already is so that he doesn't have to worry as much when you go out on your own. Of course, he'd prefer if he was the one with you rather than the pre-war bot, but he'll make do. ED-E literally won't ever leave your side due to the way Ulysses programmed him, so no more worrying about dying out in the desert, right?

He remembers a few traditions from his past and wouldn't mind teaching you if you were interested. He'd do your hair the way his tribe did, or give you the same markings he used to wear as a child. It never fails to make a, albeit faint, smile on his face when he sees you in the things the represent his home and his history.

Ulysses almost always has you on his mind and it's hard for him to get you off of it. He's never really had anything like it up until now and he intends to make it last for as long as he can manage. There's nothing that can separate the two of you, you were bound by fate, whether you recognized it or not.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #courier six #ulysses fnv #ulysses x courier #ulysses x reader #ulysses x courier 6 #ulysses x courier six #ulysses headcanons #fnv headcanons #fallout new vegas headcanons

[shitfucker87]

Trying so hard to do the most insane mental gymnastics to gaslight myself into thinking that the Courier and Ulysses have crazy sexual tension, when in reality Ulysses wants to brutally ruin the Couriers life by nuking everything that they've ever cared for.

#fallout new vegas #fnv #ulysses #ulysses fnv #fallout #fnv courier #courier six #courier 6 #ulysses x courier 6 #ulysses x courier six #ulysses has a love hate relationship with the courier like a divorced couple

[felassanis]

I'm sorry how can u not ship Courier x Ulysses when the base game and EVERY FUCKING DLC is constantly pushing the idea that they're fated to meet and destined to be each others salvation.

#i just found the slave ledger #and it literally says #most notably what happened to the Twisted Hairs tribe of Arizona #even the Courier is subconsciously looking for ties to Ulysses and they haven't even MET YET #and dont get me started on the #even if i die here. if i can convinced you... #then thats enough for me #...it is enough #THEM #THEM YOUR HONOUR #fnv #fallout new vegas #fnv ulysses #ulysses fnv #ulysses x courier #ulysses/courier #courier 6 #courier six

[amarithecat]

Everybody gangsta until the courier you've been unhealthily obsessing over for the past couple of years turns out to be equally as unhealthily obsessed with you.

#normally in my Evil Six headcanon Six just kills Ulysses #but i was playing around with the idea of them still choosing to talk him down with #interesting results #“Everything happens for a reason and we are bound by fate” mailman x Evil God complex “I will remake the Mojave in my image” mailman #how will they make each other worse #fallout #fallout ulysses #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #fnv #fnv courier #new vegas #courier 6 #courier six #lonesome road #does Lonesome Road give you the option to 100% buy into Ulysses' philosophy?

[vaulthistorian]

A side blog for another obsession, Fallout. I've been playing for years but haven't felt compelled enough to write anything about it until the Honest Hearts DLC showed up. So here I am, finally. It may be a small community (or a large one) but please accept my humblest gifts.

Currently fighting for my life over here with Joshua Graham x Daniel (if that's even a thing, because their backstory makes me squeal in excitement despite limited in game interactions)

I will write about Courier Six and Lone Survivor. So come down and hangout with me. Also open to any ships revolving the characters listed below. The ships you're most likely to see between characters will be Joshua Graham/Daniel and Joshua Graham/Caesar mentions.

Requests are open at absolutely any time once I start writing, anything for the few listed characters I ever feel compelled to write about, feel free.

Characters I will write include Fallout New Vegas: Joshua Graham, Daniel (Zion), Caesar, Ulysses, and Six (you)

Fallout Tv series: Lucy MacLean, Maximus, Cooper Howard (The Ghoul).

Fallout 4: (All Companions), the Lone Survivor (you)

This is my Fallout blog. I am also a huge Fallout 3/4 nerd so don't feel shy to request that as well. I've finished the Fallout show so be aware that this blog may produce spoilers if you haven't seen it already. Feel free to come talk to me about it. I'm trying to find my people!!

#fallout new vegas #fallout 3 #fallout nv #joshua graham #edward sallow #writing #intro post

[citrus-moonlight]

"Salvation is a Deep Dark Well" - Masterlist - Part Two of the "Bringin' Home the Rain" Series

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther

Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F Reader

Chapters: 6

Word count: TBD

Rating: Explicit

Summary: After the realization that you don't want your night with Klaue to be one-time thing - and as you start to understand that he doesn't either - that persistent hum of desire to seek out risk starts to feel different; enticingly unfamiliar and drawing you in a way that for the first time makes you long to relinquish control to something, or someone, outside of yourself.

Warnings: Explicit!, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, Use of Pet Names, Mention of Insecurity, Smut, Masturbation, Wall Sex, Orgasm Delay, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Face Sitting, Vaginal Fingering, Couch Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected PIV, Creampie, Mild Size Kink, Soft Dom, Love Bites, Thigh Riding, Frottage, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Porn With Accidental Plot, More Accidental Feelings Oh No, tags will be updated as chapters are posted

A/N: And we're back! Thank you to everyone who has read/commented on Part One so far. I'm excited for where this is going, and I and thank you all so much for your patience, I truly appreciate you all! 💗

[A03 Link] ✨ [ "Bringing Home the Rain" - Part One - Masterlist ]

Title is from the album "Salvation is a Deep Dark Well" by The Builders and the Butchers

Chapter One - "Let's Cover Up What We Really Want" - 11.5K

Chapter Two - "Raise Your Chin and Howl" - 9.7K

Chapter Three - "Now When I See Your Eyes"

Chapter Four - "Running Through Blood, You're Alive"

Chapter Five - "Lost Through the Garden Gates"

Chapter Six - "The Fire That Blinds Me"

Series header by me, dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics. 💕

#salvation is a deep dark well fic #bringin' home the rain part two #ulysses klaue #ulysses klaue smut #ulysses klaue x reader #ulysses klaue x f reader #ulysses klaue x you #reader insert #x reader #masterlist #mcu fanfiction

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

[chaosintheavenue]

Fallout Opinion Survey- Results!

Thank you so much to all those who took part! We had 421 usable responses in total :D

One quick note- the nature of the data this time around means that most of the auto-generated charts are usable as they are, which does mean this post will be very image-heavy. I’d be very appreciative if someone who knows how to write image descriptions for charts could add them on!

Without further ado, let’s get into the results...

The Basics:

Favourite DLC:

Dead Money- 115 (...nice) Old World Blues- 94 Far Harbor- 76 Lonesome Road- 53 Nuka World- 27 Point Lookout- 17 Honest Hearts- 11 The Pitt- 9 Mothership Zeta- 7 Automatron- 3 Operation Anchorage- 3 Broken Steel- 2 Vault-Tec Workshop- 1

Favourite faction:

Followers of the Apocalypse- 146 Railroad- 62 Minutemen- 45 NCR- 23 Kings- 22 Brotherhood of Steel (all chapters combined)- 20 Yes Man/Wildcard Courier- 18 Great Khans- 14 Enclave- 10 Caesar's Legion- 8 Raiders (76, Nuka World and general combined)- 8 Institute- 6 Chairmen- 5 Unity- 4 Atom Cats- 3 Mr House- 3 Boomers- 3 Freeside- 2 Responders- 2 Children of Atom- 2 Ghoul settlements in general- 2 Hubologists- 2 Tunnel Snakes- 2 And the list of those with one vote each: The Family, Think Tank, Reaver Movement, Ciphers, Broken Hills, Powder Gangers, Reilly's Rangers, Acadia, Goodneighbor, Underworld, White Glove Society, Omertas, Jacobstown, post-Legion Ulysses, Cult of the Mothman, 80s, and talking Deathclaws from Fallout 2

Favourite companion:

Arcade Gannon- 75 Nick Valentine- 53 Hancock- 39 Veronica- 38 Deacon- 30 ED-E- 26 Raul- 23 Boone- 22 MacCready- 13 Christine Royce- 12 Dogmeat (all)- 11 Fawkes- 10 Preston Garvey- 10 Charon- 9 Rex- 9 Butch Deloria- 8 Goris- 8 Cait- 7 Danse- 7 Piper- 7 Lily- 6 Marcus- 6 Rose of Sharon Cassidy- 6 Curie- 5 Porter Gage- 4 Dean Domino- 4 X6-88- 3 Strong- 3 Ulysses- 3 RL-3- 3 Ian- 2 Dog/God- 2 Codsworth- 2 Joshua Graham- 2 Old Longfellow- 2 Lenny- 2 Ada- 2 And the 'list of ones': Tycho, Katja, Follows-Chalk, Sydney

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The Lore:

(other titles specifically mentioned in the final question: Metro and Doom)

Characters headcanoned as synths: The Sole Survivor (by far the most common theory), Sturges, Deacon, Preston Garvey, the Lone Wanderer in Broken Steel, James/Dad, Dogmeat, Three Dog, Parker Quinn, Charon, Courier Six, Tinker Tom, Zeke, Arthur Maxson, Father/older Shaun, Piper, Travis Miles, Mysterious Stranger, Caesar ('cause funny'), Joshua Graham, most Children of Atom, Desdemona, Myrna, Marcy Long, Mr Burke, Vault 76 Overseer, Trashcan Carla, Cricket, many BoS and Enclave members, Reaver Movement members, Redeye, Moira Brown, Dr Zimmer, Ranger Ghost, most birds, Arcade Gannon, Elijah, Lizzie Wyatt, Kellogg, Mama Murphy, Nat Wright, and Sierra Petrovita

(please note I'm not all that familiar with Fallout 4 lore, if any of the FO4 peeps here are canon synths then I didn't know about it lol)

Fan theories/headcanons from the final question that cropped up repeatedly (in approximate order of popularity):

Vault-Tec started the Great War

Alien involvement with the pre-war US government and/or the Great War

Horses are still around

Talking Deathclaws are still around

Occult/eldritch influence (e.g. the Dunwich building) is widespread

Charon is a survivor of Vault 92

Deacon is a founder of the Railroad and his 'real' backstory was another lie

Veronica and Christine reunite

Sarah Lyons is alive

Gen 3 synths and ghouls still need to eat, drink, sleep and so on

Ghouls only turn feral in specific circumstances (suggestions include prolonged isolation and relying too heavily on radiation instead of food as a source of energy) and it is not inevitable

International travel and immigration continues

Danse and Harkness were sent to the Capital Wasteland by the Railroad together

X person is actually multiple people- suggested for Deacon, Legate Lanius and Vulpes Inculta

The US is the either the only place that was nuked or the only place that hasn't rebuilt and recovered, and the rest of the world is just ignoring them and carrying on as normal

Cass is the Chosen One's daughter

Mama Murphy is the Chosen One

No-Bark Noonan is the Chosen One (lots of Chosen One theories popping up lol)

All subsequent Dogmeats in the series are named after the legend of the original Dogmeat

Father is not really Shaun

MacCready is lying about Duncan being ill (or one person even suggested Duncan existing)

Yes Man overthrows the Courier after being upgraded

The real Lone Wanderer died at the end of the vanilla game even if Broken Steel is installed, and the Broken Steel LW is a synth

Deacon once worked for the Institute

Deacon deliberately leads people to theorise that he is the Lone Wanderer to throw them off

Deacon is or was once a ghoul (also plenty of Deacon theories)

The Mysterious Stranger is a time traveller who protects the various PCs to maintain the timeline

Appalachia was turned into a barren wasteland by the nuclear trigger-happiness of the Vault 76 Dwellers (possibly interesting aside: my brother, who buys into this one, has gone as far as to theorise that the original Great War used very low-yield weapons and wasn't that severe on the environmental level (as far as literal nuclear war goes, that is), and it was the Vault 76ers nuking the hell out of Appalachia that triggered a continent-wide nuclear winter and sent the ecology of the wasteland into the state it's in in all subsequent games)

Glory is not a synth

The (in-game) reason for lore clashes and retcons is that the plot of each game is a retelling  of the story as it's passed around in the wasteland, so some details have been embellished or mixed up

I’ll be coming back to the theories from the final question at some point, but aside from that, that's a wrap! There isn't really much potential for me to play around with the data here like with the OC surveys, so this was more just me presenting the data as it came in without commentary. Still, I hope this is somehow interesting/insightful!

#fallout #survey #this was a bit all over the place lol #but as I said there's not much actual analysis I can do with this data

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Wagh!! Idk if requests are closed but if so sorry and just happy 1.5K!! If not, can I get Mirelurk queen for Ulysses and the prompt ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

This is so sweet for him <3

Ulysses really does deserve more love, imho. So hopefully this is a worthy contribution 😅

I hope you love it!

Six watched him, brows set low in determination and focus, as Ulysses demonstrated the motion for them once again.

"Keep your eye on the target; always, and your arm should follow." He told them, his voice uncharacteristically uninhibited by his cumbersome mask in the still-grueling heat of the Mojave evening air. "You worry too much about your form. Allow your mind to hone in on what truly matters. That which you are aiming for."

His dark eyes darted to their face in time to see Six's nod of understanding. With that, he turned back to the large, dead cactus they were using as a target.

"Breathe deeply, so as not to disrupt your aim, and then strike." In one swift thrust, the throwing spear spiraled skillfully through the air before tearing square into the shell of the cactus 15 yards ahead of him. "Simple enough are the motions, for the focused mind unified with the body."

"Easy for you to say." Six retorted. "You never suffered a headwound like mine."

The ex-frumentarius snorted at that.

"How long will you use such a thing as an excuse for your poor discipline?"

"As long as I've still got the scars." They quipped, grabbing up their own spear from the pile the pair had made between them.

"I see." Ulysses said, the slightest hint of a half-smile tugging at one side of his lips. "Your poor excuses will plague me forevermore, then."

"Forevermore?" The courier echoed, their head snapping to face him as their voice raised an octave in surprise. "That's ah... quite the commitment you're making there, Ulysses."

"If it's been this long..." He continued staring ahead, still towards the target, but that half smile on his lips only grew at some continuation of his thought he was choosing to keep unvoiced.

Six couldn't say more themself, couldn't move to practice their spear throwing, couldn't so much as blink as they took in the sight of Ulysses' soft grin. It was... so warm, It gave the, usually cold, man a pleasant sort of glow. Or perhaps that was only the orange hue of the sun as it bowed its head behind the mountaintops. Still though, Ulysses' dark eyes shone, lines were drawn on either side of his mouth that Six had never noticed before, and there was even the small hollow of a dimple at the cheek facing them as he continued looking out to the desert.

Soon enough though, Ulysses felt his partner's eyes on him, and turned to face the pressure of them.

"Six?" The smile faded in an instant, in favor of his usual intense frown.

"Right, right. Sorry, let me just..." They cleared their throat as they squared their feet behind the line Ulysses had drawn in the sand when they'd began their practice session.

Their tongue stuck out the side of their mouth as they closed one eye and set it on their target.

"Both eyes should remain open." Ulysses sounded from their peripheral. They only nodded in response.

"Focus and remember to breathe. Line up the tip of your spear before drawing it back. Maintain your balance, the straightness of your spine, before you thrust."

"Got it."

Six's eyes narrowed, they lined up their spear, trying to think about their form, ensuring it was straight, it was proper, but without focusing too much on it.

Just as Ulysses had said.

They released their breath, pulled their arm back, and threw their body into it as they launched the spear forward and towards the cactus.

Towards the cactus, as in, not the opposite direction. But still, only towards.

Their spear never landed. Not in the target, anyway, but about 3 yards to the right of it, before striking a rock and bouncing up into the air, only to clatter to the ground a moment later, as Six stood slack-jawed with disbelief.

"How...?" They whispered under their breath, completely at a loss.

Only a soft huffing sound tore their eyes from the downed, useless spear.

When they turned to face him, Ulysses was actually laughing.

It was a strange sound. Unfamiliar, but exactly as they had imagined it would be. Low, like his voice always was, but breathy and soft. Like a gust of wind through a deep mine shaft.

And his smile...

It was broader now. More than Six had ever seen it. They couldn't recall actually seeing Ulysses' teeth before, unless he was snarling in rage at some foe, but this... Just the slightest peek of glinting white through his parted lips.

They couldn't help but gawk.

"I'm sure that aim of yours was only on account of the headwound, hm?" He asked as he turned to them, and still, Six could only stare.

Ulysses didn't ask them anything this time around, only raised one brow in question.

"Sorry." Six said, delayed until the smile had completely vanished from their partner's expression. "It's just... I don't think I've ever seen you smile, and... well, twice it's been now. I'm just starting to wonder if I'm dreaming or something." They chuckled a bit themself, shaking their head as they spoke.

"Should we continue to practice the art of the throwing spear, I doubt it will be the last time you see such an expression from me."

Six pursed their lips in embarrassment, but truly, if that's what it took?

Maybe it won't just be the headwound that keeps me from improving at this infuriating form of combat...

"You truly are terrible at this. It's actually quite incredible to observe firsthand."

"Guess I should try again then, huh?"

Ulysses' eyes narrowed at their inquiry, already onto their scheme, and yet...

"Yes, I suppose you should. Otherwise you will never improve." He said the last bit cheekily, knowingly, and as Six stepped forward to retrieve the few spears in the dust ahead of them, Ulysses lips quirked once more into the slightest of fond smiles.

As few times as they've seen it for themselves, he thought, more often than not, they are the cause of this rare expression of mine.

Perhaps I should amend my actions and allow them to regard it more frequently...

Yes. It couldn't hurt to do so. If 'forevermore' truly is where we are headed...

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

Please anything with Ulysses please please please also you’re like the only person who writes for new Vegas ily for that

Ulysses SFW Alphabet

➼ Word Count » 1.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Romantic

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ulysses is very physical and will show his affection through how he does your hair or traces his fingers along the bones of your hand. He worships every aspect of yourself and you can see it come out clearest when you're in his reach.

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The friendship would have to start somewhere in the Divide, either through you being the Courier or surviving the detonation. He'll be extremely loyal as he sees you as the only thing he has left, which also leads to him being keen on protecting you.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He adores it. He likes to cradle you in his lap while he reads, or while you're both watching the sun fall behind the mountains. Being close to those he loves is all he wants and you'll find that he likes to bury his face into the nape of your neck during these moments.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Eventually, he'd like to start a family with you but wouldn't want to stay in one place. His tribe was nomadic and he's been on the move his entire life. He'd like to keep that if he were able. He's a great cook when it comes to campfires and he considers himself experienced enough to be able to defend both you and your child.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He might honestly just kill you. He'd make it quick and painless as there was a point where he loved you but, you'd had to have done something awful for him to ever want to end things with you (like working with the Legion).

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He'd love to be married to you, although, he'd wait till the political climate in Vegas settled down before he proposed. He doesn't want to constantly be concerned about assassins coming to get him while committing himself to you permanently.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ulysses would view his partner as being delicate, even if they weren't, so every touch and word of his is as soft as he can possibly make it.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes to hug at random. You'll be hunched over a bench, working on your gear, and he'll come up behind you and gently hold you against him, or he'll cradle your head to his shoulder whenever he feels you need to be comforted. He'll do it as often as he can. He knows how unpredictable the wasteland can be and wants you to know how much he genuinely adores you.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Almost as soon as you get together. He doesn't hold back. Again, he knows how erratic the Mojave can be and would like you to know what he's feeling in case anything were to happen to either of you.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

There are not many people around to really be jealous of but, even if there were, he wouldn't be bothered. If he feels it's unsafe, then he'll want to be near you, but otherwise he'll be fine.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He loves leaving kisses along your forehead and temples. Being able to cradle your face in his hands and shower you in affection makes him feel so blessed to have you in his arms.

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

He likes to think he's good with them, but he's got no clue what he's doing. He talks to them the same way he'd talk to anyone else, which, normally has them tilting their heads in confusion or giggling because they think Ulysses is funny.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are either spent hiking around the Divide, or sitting on the edge of a collapsed building and watching the sunrise. He likes his mornings to be out in nature and generally silent.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I imagine that Ulysses has a huge fascination with stars so, at night, he likes looking up at the sky with you and explaining the constellations the best he can to you.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I feel like you’d have to know about his past before you ever started dating him. Ulysses isn’t a fast-paced guy, especially, when it comes to his relationships. He’d want to tell you everything about himself, and you everything about yourself, before you even made it official.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s a lot less patient toward others but, for you? He’s the most patient man in the world. He’ll wait forever if it’s what you require from him, and he’d be happy doing so. The only way you could ever cause him to be angry is by being a part of the Legion or NCR. They destroyed his home, after all.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Ulysses makes a point to study everything about you. In fact, he might even keep a log on you. He tracks everything from little unknowns you tell him about yourself to your hometown (or perceived hometown). He knows so much about you that he feels confident he could find your old roots and where you used to reside if he wanted to.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moments in your relationship are when you're twisting his hair in the way his tribe used to. Or when you let him do so to you. He takes a lot of pride in sharing his culture with you and would love it if you shared yours with him as well.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's always keeping an eye out in case of danger. He'd be damned if you ever got hurt with him around. On the flip side, if you ever showed interest in keeping him safe as well, he'd fall a little deeper in love with you.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He does the absolute most when it comes to any of these occasions. He LOVES putting in the effort to show you how much you mean to him. It's what he lives for.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be a tad close-minded and self-centered. There are times when he expects you to have all the same viewpoints and opinions as he does, not considering the fact you’re your own person with your own experiences.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Moderately? He's hygienic and tries to keep up appearances, but it's not a crazy amount. He's not too concerned about how he looks to other people, mainly just you.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. It'd be rare for him to find a partner so if he finds that in you, he's going to be devoting his entire self to you. Every part of you will be implemented into his life in some fashion. So much so that he couldn't imagine what his life was like before, or what it'd be like if you weren't in it.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

It doesn't matter where the two of you are staying for the time being, he always has an American flag etched somewhere on the wall. He'll keep it there when you leave too, as a little keepsake that you had stayed there at one point in time. He's a sucker for marking your memories down in this way.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He couldn't be with someone who has trouble focusing or paying attention. He needs you to listen when describing the background of particular moments or items. It's important to him and if you got distracted every time he did so, he'd find himself incredibly annoyed.

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

There’s no set-in-stone time he falls asleep or wakes up. He sleeps when he’s tired and wakes up when he wakes up. It’s something he’s kept with him from when he used to live with his tribe.

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[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Chapter 2 - "Tides"

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Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 2.8K Chapters: 2/5 Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: After settling in to your new job in Romania, you find that even though you try you can't keep Ulysses Klaue out of your mind.

Warnings: Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Masturbation

A/N: Thank you for your patience as I set things up, and now the real (but fun) work begins! This would have been up yesterday but I'm just emerging from a head cold. I was trying to edit yesterday but was just perpetually annoyed at everything, but thank goodness the sinus pressure finally broke today, so I still manged to stick to what I intended (it's still the weekend!).

In my mind this is set somewhere between "Avengers" and "Age of Ultron". I wanted to give myself somewhere to go, since I do kind of have plans beyond this! I'm not sure yet if I'll end up extending this work, or start a new one (in a same universe/established relationship kind of deal), but we'll see!

Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.

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And the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck And pretty soon the weekdays are all the same

Ulysses Klaue certainly wasn’t lying, although you'd argue that "non-traditional" was just a bit of an understatement

Yet here you are, on a six month contract in Romania tucked in the foothills of the Făgăraș mountains, and working for a black market arms dealer.

The pay was more than enough for you to agree to the six months, and at the compound you find that you have access to the most advanced equipment you've worked with which is a bonus. There are residences on site, a separate group of buildings connected through covered walkways to the machine shops and engineering sector, and everyone has their own private quarters with keycard access. It's nothing fussy, essentially just a bachelor’s apartment with a shower, small kitchenette, a double bed and desk, but it's comfortable enough and you don’t spend much time there anyway.

As for the work itself it’s pretty well what you expected - welding and metal work on both large and small scales, assembling, disassembling, unloading and moving supplies. However Klaue makes it clear to everyone who comes on board that even if you’re brought on with a specific set of skills you're still expected to step up and do whatever is necessary to keep the gears turning. 

One month in and you haven’t yet learned what this might entail, but you assume that it’s only a matter of time. 

The shifts are long and taxing but you do have two free days a week, though not always back to back. Fortunately, even though the compound is in an industrial area you're also pretty much right in the mountains with forests surrounding you. You’re also an hour and half drive from Bucharest with plenty of other smaller cities and towns relatively close by, so on days when you’re not completely exhausted you find opportunities to explore the new country that you’ve found yourself in.

You rarely actually see Klaue because as it turns out he’s an incredibly busy man: There’s this manufacturing compound in Romania, a salvage yard off the coast of South Africa, a network of mercenaries working for him around the world, and if he can’t do or acquire something himself he invariably knows someone who can. It’s a massive operation and you soon realize that you’re just a single cog in a huge machine.  

With this information and what you’re able to glean from others working for him you realize that Klaue is a deceptively intelligent man, and while he might seem like walking chaos at first glance he also has a code, such as it is. He figured out a long time ago how the world works and then found a way to make it work for him. He doesn't give a shit what people think of him, despises liars and hypocrites, and it’s quickly impressed upon you that you do not go back on your word with him. Ever.

Since arriving you've only seen Klaue from a distance and haven’t actually had any one on one interactions with him, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t still cross your mind. 

You’ve been so accustomed to finding calm in the face of a storm your whole life that you’re still startled when you think about how he threw you off balance so easily with just his eyes, and frustrated that you never really found your footing after that. 

But then sometimes you think you were just having an off night, that you were exhausted by the heat and had just imagined the way that he looked at you. Yet even as you try to reason your way out of it you keep coming back to the feeling you'd had in his presence. The feeling of being caught in an undertow, of pushing and pulling, of resisting and succumbing. And then you think that maybe you shouldn’t be thinking that way about a man like Ulysses Klaue and tamp the thoughts back down again.

Klaue has returned to Romania to oversee a new shipment of raw materials and almost everyone outside of the night shift has gathered to wait for directions.

While he’s coordinating the offload with the foremen you try to pay attention, but as he speaks you notice how the overhead lights catch on the sharp line of his nose, and how the dark scruff of his beard accentuates the angle of his jaw as it sweeps down to a slight underbite. You feel an unbidden swell of heat swirl down between your legs as you find yourself wondering whether it would feel soft against your skin or- Oh.

You’ve completely zoned out so you don’t notice right away that he’s caught you staring from across the room, and by the time your brain finally shakes itself free of its reverie you realize that he's been looking back at you for several moments while continuing to speak.

He smirks when he notices you finally snap back in, ensuring you know that he caught you. You feel a little bit foolish (again), but this time you square your shoulders and don’t allow yourself to look away. Neither of you breaks eye contact until his attention is drawn by a question from one of the other workers and you finally release the breath you’ve been holding.

Once everyone disperses to get started on their assigned tasks you notice that Klaue is making his way over to you, still with the ghost of a smug smile hovering at the corner of his mouth.

"So. You’re settling in ok, then?" he asks as he stops in front of you.

On the surface it sounds like a simple question, just small talk with your boss, right? But beneath it you once again feel your skin prickle under the weight of his attention. At least this time you're anticipating it so you’re able to keep yourself from stammering this time.

"Yeah, pretty well actually," you're happy that your voice sounds steady. "It's a lot of work, obviously, but nothing I haven’t been able to handle so far."

"Good," he replies, his phone pings and he pulls it out of his pocket to read the message. "I need everyone here to work together and pull their weight."

You look up at him and smile politely. "Not a problem, sir." His eyes flick back to yours and he gives you a sharp look, your heart beats hard in your chest but you manage to keep your expression neutral.

“Good to hear,” he smiles in turn. “Let me know if there's anything that you need,” he says, before pocketing his phone and turning to one of the foremen who’s been trying to get his attention.

"Ok, sure,” you say, a bit surprised by that. “I will, thanks.”

He looks back at you as if he’s going to say something else, but then turns away to attend to business.

You watch him as he walks away, noting the way that the fabric of his shirt pulls against the muscles of his shoulders- Get it together, you think to yourself, wondering if you’ll ever come away from an interaction with Klaue and not feel flustered. 

As promised you continue to work hard and don’t give anyone a chance to question your being there.

Of course, just because you don’t give anyone the chance doesn’t mean that there aren’t those who simply don’t like that you’re there.

There is one guy in particular, a giant brute of man with a shaved head and a tree trunk for a torso (“No Neck” you’ve dubbed him), who perpetually looks like he’s just sucked a lemon and seems to have made it his primary pastime to stare menacingly at you. Maybe it's because you're a woman, though you're not the only one here, maybe you remind him of someone, or who knows? Maybe he just doesn't like your face. Either way it’s unnerving to be sure, but fortunately you work in different units and are rarely in the same area at the same time. 

One day however you're on your way back to your quarters after a grueling shift and a stop at the canteen to grab food, when you do happen to cross paths with him. Unfortunately you don’t realize this until he has his fists wrapped in the front of your shirt and you’re being lifted up.

With a startled cry you kick out with your feet but find that there’s no ground beneath you. You then try to direct your kicks at him but while you do make some contact your movements are essentially useless in this position. No Neck brings you in closer. 

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you won’t be here much longer,” he snarls in your face.

What?? Maybe he thinks you’re someone else? 

“Dude, I don’t even know who you are!” you yell back at him, quickly realizing that trying to reason with him is going to be pointless since he doesn’t seem to be in his right mind.

You can dimly hear voices yelling around you but you’re not sure if they’re trying to calm or encourage. Your adrenaline is soaring and even though you’re terrified it gives you a clear head through the panic.

You’ve been trying to pull and twist yourself free which is proving useless, so instead of wasting more energy you decide to switch tactics: you take as deep a breath as you can and on the exhale relax your body as if to signal surrender. 

This has the effect that you hoped for and you can feel his grip on you start to relax as you drop slightly. It’s in that space of a breath when he begins to lower his guard that you reach your hands out to grab his shirt in turn, and with all of your strength you wrench your head sharply towards his face. 

Even through the stars you can tell that you hit paydirt when you hear a crunch followed by an angry cry, and then you're falling.

He drops you awkwardly as he falls backwards and tries to bring his hands up to his now bloody face at the same time. You try to catch yourself but you fall in a way that causes your previously broken arm to slam down on his steel-toed boot and you let out a shriek of pain, white light blooming behind your eyes and nausea surging through your gut. 

Lying in a crumpled heap you can do nothing but try to keep breathing through the waves of agony, so completely unaware of anything outside of you that you barely notice that someone is helping you to maneuver to the edge of the hallway and siting you up against the wall.

As the worst of the pain finally begins to ebb your watery eyes refocus, and between blinks you realize that it’s actually Klaue kneeling on the ground there with you. The skin between his eyebrows is creased in a frown, his expression one you weren’t sure that he could make. Worry? 

As you get some of your other senses back you start to massage your upper arm to try to figure out if there’s any serious damage. Your fear of a new injury has you removing your arm from the long sleeved protective layer you wear for welding, and evidently you haven’t completely gotten your thinking sense back yet because you’ve done this before you realize that Klaue is now seeing you with your shift half off - even if you are just wearing a sweaty sports bra underneath. 

Then, suddenly, his hands are on your arm. You jerk at the unexpected contact but he whispers a “Shhh” and calmly continues to check your skin, squeezing gently, asking if that hurts. Your breath is coming shallow and nearly stops when his fingers ghost along the ridge of your scar. You can only shake your head “no” in answer to his question, unsure if anything that might come out of your mouth right now would resemble an actual word. 

You drag your attention away from the pressure of his fingers and force yourself to make your own assessment. Though the area is turning red, you note with relief that you don’t see any blood and the pain is stabilizing to a deep but not catastrophic throb. 

“I’m ok”, you finally manage on a shaky exhale.

“Lift your arm,” Klaue says.

“Listen, I’m fine-” you start but he looks at you sternly, his eyes cutting you off. He's so close to you that you can see the beads of sweat on his brow.

“Up to your shoulder,” he continues.

With an annoyed frown you reach your arm out straight and slowly raise it up to shoulder level. The joint itself seems ok, and while you can feel the muscles pull and ache as they stretch out over where the hardware of your repaired injury sits it’s not unbearable by any means.

“Listen, it hurts, but in a way that just means I’m going to have some gnarly bruising tomorrow,” you say, lowering your arm and starting to pull your shirt back on. 

Klaue removes his hands allowing you to redress but he still seems hesitant, and after a moment says, “Take two days off”.

“What? No! I’m good, it’s not even my dominant arm and I’m not some fragile- “

“I wasn’t asking,” Klaue’s voice is low and you find yourself suppressing a shiver. “Forty-eight hours.You need to let it rest.” Then his face shifts, his blue eyes softening again with the concern you weren't sure you actually saw earlier.

Well, you're not quite sure what to do with that, so combined with your aching limb and exhaustion and the tremors you feel as the mild shock starts to wear off, you decide that it’s not worth arguing.

"Fine,” you sigh and then grumble, “but I don’t like it.” 

"You don’t have to,” he says with a dry smile and stands back up.

Satisfied for the moment at least, Klaue now turns his attention on your bloodied attacker who's been behind him this whole time. Reflexively No Neck tries to shrink back but he doesn't get very far since David and Cliff - the other man from Utrecht - are each firmly holding onto one of his arms. 

You can’t see Klaue’s face now but as he straightens up you can certainly imagine it, and it’s satisfying to watch the bastard’s face instantly turn ashen.

“If you want to keep your life," Klaue’s voice is a growl full of blood and grit, "you will leave. Now”.

You don't know exactly when he leaves but that's the last time you see No Neck, and no one bothers you for the rest of your time in Romania.

That night in your bed, after having showered and taken two percocet with a mouthful of whisky, you’re attempting to release some of the tension from the day. As your fingers move between your legs, though, they feel frustratingly ineffective and you think that maybe you just need to accept that you're drained, it’s not going to happen, and should just grab the ice pack from the freezer and try to get some sleep. 

You sigh and as you’re mentally running back over today’s events for the nth time, the image of Klaue’s hands on your arm as he knelt beside you flashes through your mind. A throb of heat rolls through your core and the circling of your fingers between your legs resumes, more quickly now. 

Strong, thick fingers slide up your arm, then move to grip the hem of your shirt to pull it the rest of the way off of you. Arms wrap around you, lifting and then adjusting your body so that you’re straddling his lap. His hands slide down the curve your waist to grip your ass and you smile at his groan as you arch your hips against the hard length you feel there, allowing you to find the desired friction against your clit through the fabric of your clothes-

Your orgasm peaks so suddenly that you cry out, rocking your hips frantically against your fingers, gasping as you chase the waves of startled pleasure.

Breathless, you can only lie there riding out the aftershocks that continue to pulse through your body as you try to process how quickly you came from just the thought of his hands. Through the fog of your receding orgasm you can't seem to come up with much in the way of coherent thought aside from one thing:

Oh. 

Shit.

Thank you again for reading! Just a smidge of smut this time, but chapter three will be where we start getting to the good stuff. 😉

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[ltwilliammowett]

The Christmas Mutiny of 1857

On 21 July 1857, a whaler named Junior left New Bedford for the Greenland Whaling Grounds in the Sea of Okhotsk near Japan. The voyage got off to a bad start as the sailors were served terrible food. There were three barrels of mouldy bread and a large amount of rotten meat filled with maggots left over from a previous voyage. When it finally got so bad that the men became ill, 24-year-old Cyrus Plummer and the other men on his watch went straight to 27-year-old Captain Archibald Mellen, still a very inexperienced captain, to complain. 

Off Greenland—Whaler Seeking Open Water - by William Bradford  between 1823-1892 (x)

Plummer was a boat steerer and harpooner who harpooned the whale and then sat in the back of the whaleboat and took the rudder. He was not afraid of whales or people. The mistake he made was that he went over his superior, First Mate William Nelson. The first officer known for being a cruel man, got the opportunity to take revenge one day when Plummer was on watch at the wheel. Plummer had been fascinated watching the flight of an albatross, a giant seabird. His reverie caused him to veer slightly off course, and Nelson witnessed the incident. The mate approached and struck Plummer on the jaw. Not one to back down from a fight, Plummer struck back and they struggled on deck. When Plummer fell down and hit his head, Nelson took advantage of the situation and knocked him down without mercy. Eventually, the captain broke up the fight.  Plummer was punished for insubordination for contradicting an officer or hitting him. He was hung by his thumbs in the rigging and received 20 lashes from Nelson, which he executed very happily. 

Plummer, Rike, Cartha and Stanley, 1858 (x)

Plummer recovered, but he was now obsessed with taking over the ship. He conferred with a group of sailors and they devised a plan. On Christmas night 1857, Plummer and nine of his crew, including John Hall, William Cartha, Cornelius Burns, Jacob Rike, Charles Stanley and William Herbert, called a mutiny. They killed all the officers on board except the first mate. They allowed the first mate to steer the ship to Australia. The mutineers left the ship in two whaleboats loaded with supplies. When they reached the coast, they quarrelled and split up. Six of them were captured within days, but Plummer and Cartha, Rike, and Stanley managed to get to Sydney.

Captain Mellen’s gravestone (x)

After a night of drunken escapades, Plummer's comrades-in-arms were arrested at an inn and eventually sentenced to six years in prison in the United States. Plummer escaped through an open window but was arrested a few days later for stealing gold with a new gang he had joined. In prison he learned that two of the mutineers had been hanged in Port Albert, Australia.

Cyrus Plummer was brought back to the United States and sentenced to death by hanging on 24 June 1859. Just hours before his execution, the lucky mutineer's sentence was commuted to life imprisonment by President James Buchanan.

Plummers letter to the President to ask for his mercy (x)

Fifteen years later, the aged and ailing Plummer was pardoned by President Ulysses S. Grant. He was released from prison to freedom on 24 July 1874.  

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[amarithecat]

Don't mind me just Courier Six x Ulysses posting.

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[cherrycola27]

Styx and Stones

Part 9

"That was the thing about tragedy. It was just sitting there, keeping you company, waiting. And you had absolutely no idea" Flora from 'Flora and Ulysses' by Kate DiCamillo

Pairing: Rooster x OC Delilah "Styx" Mitchell

Warnings: Language, drinking, depression, general sadness. Minors DNI 18+

"Yes Sir. I understand sir." Styx hung up the phone and went back to her family in the living room. Bradley was in the middle of the floor playing with Goose and Caroline. They looked so happy. Goose had just turned three and Caroline was eight months old.

"You have orders to go don't you?" Rooster said somberly. Delilah nodded her head while holding back tears.

"How long?" He asked her. "Six weeks." She replied. "That's not long at all baby. The kids will have a little adjustment but they will be fine. They were okay last year when I had to go away for three weeks." Rooster replied getting up to comfort her.

"But we could talk to you... this one is no communication... its different... I" Delilah was unsure of what to say.

"Everything is going to be fine. It will fly by, and then when you get back Captain Bradshaw, we can take a nice long vacation." Rooster kissed her head.

"You're right Roos. Everything is going to be fine." Delilah smiled....

If only they knew everything would in fact not be fine....

six weeks later

Rooster stood with the other families waiting for the crew to disembark the ship. Penny had the kids back at her place because Rooster didn't want to overwhelm them. He saw the members of the Dagger Squad come down the gang plank. Phoenix, Bob, Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy all had their eyes on the crowd looking for their loved ones. He knew Delilah, Jake and Maverick should be following soon behind.

Rooster looked around at the reunions going on and he couldn't wait to have Delilah back in his arms again, but his heart sank when he saw Jake and Maverick exit the ship wearing their dress blues.

"No" Rooster muttered as he felt the air leave his lungs. He knew what it meant. "No...she can't be." He whispered to himself. Maverick and Hangman walked up to Rooster.... neither of them could meet his eyes.

"Commader Bradley Alexander Bradshaw, it is with my deepest sympathy the United States Navy regrets to inform you that your wife Captain Delilah Mitchell Bradshaw, after a period of lost communication and unable to establish contact has been declared Missing in Action. The United States Navy is executing its 'No Stone Unturned Policy' and it is our greatest hope that she will be found alive and returned safely." Jake tells him. Rooster is sure he rehearsed that speech a thousand times to be able to say it without breaking down.

Bradley stands there as Jake goes to find Phoenix who is wait for him with the rest of their friends. They are gathered a distance away, unsure of they should comfort Rooster or give him a moment.

Bradley stands there frozen.

"Rooster, Rooster, Bradley!" Maverick shakes him. Maverick searches the younger man's eyes for anything but finds them empty. "What am I going to tell the kids." He whispers "How.... how do I tell them their mother didn't come back... that she might never... Goose will remember her... but Cara.... I....I....I" Bradley can't finish his thoughts before he sinks to his knees and sobs.

Maverick kneels beside him as the other members of the Dagger team surrounded him. He later learns that her jet disappeared from radar during the mission but the Navy isn't 100% sure what happened to her. There are more details but Rooster doesn't hear them.

Maverick insisted that he and Penny keep the kids for a couple nights until Bradley could get some bounds about him, but a couple nights soon became a week and that week was rapidly approaching two.

Rooster had tried to pull himself together but he couldn't. The Navy couldn't tell him anything about his wife, and they refused to let him help with the search efforts. He was going stir crazy.

So, Rooster turned to the whiskey. In his eyes it was better to not feel anything at all. He drank, ate cheap take out, passed out until noon or later just to do it all again the next day. Maverick was both angry at him and worried. Something needed to be done, so he did.

After fifteen minutes of banging on the door to the Bradshaw home Pete let himself in with the spare key. The house was dark even at three in the afternoon. The kitchen was littered with empty take out containers, empty beer bottles, and empty whiskey bottles. Maverick made his way over to the sink and filled a bowl with cold water and ice... just incase.

He made his way upstairs where he heard Rooster snoring like a freight train. Maverick pushed his way into the room to be met with more empty whiskey bottles. He sat the bowl down on the dresser and went to the curtains and threw them open letting the bright afternoon light in.

It hit Roosters face and he rolled over burying his head while he continued to snore.

"Rooster!" He yelled only to be met with more snoring.

"Well I tried the easy way kid.... you asked for it." Maverick said before pouring the icy water onto Bradley.

Rooster immediately shot up "What the fuck was that!" He screamed looking around to see Maverick with a disappointed look on his face.

"Mav, what the hell!" Rooster yelled at him. "What was that for!" He asked pushing his wet hair from his face.

"I had to get you motivated some how... I can't just let you drink yourself into a stupor. You need to get your act together Bradley.... you have a family who needs you." Pete told him

"You don't understand!" Rooster yelled at him.

"You don't think I'm hurting too? Delilah is the closest thing I have to a child... you aren't the only one suffering. But those who are suffering the most are your children. Yes they have enjoyed staying with me and Penny for the past week and a half but they miss their father. They need you now more than ever. You have a responsibility to them. You can't just shut down. You have to get your ass up and be there for them... just like your mom was for you Bradley!" Maverick stated matter of factly.

"Now, it's Thursday, I will be bringing your children back to you Sunday afternoon so you better be sober and have this place cleaned up. That's an order." Maverick stated before turning to leave.

Rooster heeded Maverick's words. Just like usual the older man was right. Rooster decided to take a hot shower after the little ice bath he had been given once he was out he put on real clothes and began to clean the house.

By the time Sunday rolled around he was ready for his children to be back. Around 4pm Goose burst throw the door while Penny followed with Cara in her arms and Maverick on her heels.

"Daddy... you feel better now? PopPop said you were sick." Goose asked leaping into his father's arms.

"Yeah buddy I feel much better. Did you tell PopPop and MiMi thank you for taking care of you and Cara while I was sick?" Rooster asked his son. "Yes Daddy Goose did!" He proclaimed proudly. Rooster whispered a silent thank you to Mav and Penny for the white lie they told his son.

"Mommy come home yet?" Goose asked looking back at his father. "You said the big boat bring Mommy and PopPop home, but Mommy not home.... where Mommy at Daddy?" Goose asked him again.

It took everything Rooster had to not fall apart right then and there, but he couldn't do that. He was a father he had responsibilities. "Mommy had to stay with her plane and help some more people. Remember last year when Daddy had to go help some people, that's what Mommy is doing. She will be back soon. She is a hero remember? Rooster asked his son. "I rebember now Daddy! But I miss Mommy." The three year old stated. "Me too buddy....now why don't you go play in your room." Rooster told his son setting him down. The toddler took off as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"I just lied to my son. He is three and I just lied to him about something other than Santa or why he can't have ice cream for dinner." Rooster stated looking back at Penny and Maverick.

"You didn't lie to him. His mother is a hero and she will be home soon. You just spared him some of the details." Penny told him as she handed him Cara. "We are here for you Roos, if you need us, we will be there. I know it doesn't sound good, but try not to worry... love on your kids, tell them the good things about their mom, and try not to dwell on it, you'll only break your own heart. You are the only parent they have right now. If you can't be strong for yourself, be strong for them." Penny assured him as she pulled him in for a hug.

Rooster took Penny's advice to heart and devoted himself to being the best father. He remembered how his mother stayed strong for him, no matter how much she was hurting after his father passed, so for as long ad Delilah was missing, he vowed to be like her for his children. He could grieve at night behind closed doors, but in front of them he was the picture of the perfect father.

It had almost been a month since Delilah had disappeared. The Navy had found her plane, crashed not to far off course from where she vanished from radar. The good news was there was no body indicating she had either survived the crash and went to find shelter or ejected. The bad news was they didn't know if she was alive.

During the month everyone rallied around Rooster and his children. Rooster got up everyday to make the best of it. He continued to tell them the good things about their mother, showing them pictures and videos of her. It made his heart happy when he saw their faces light up when they saw her, but when Cara's first word was "Mama" Rooster almost lost it... almost.

Summer was coming to a close and the Daggers decided that an old fashion cookout might do them all some good. It had been a hard month, but with the news of her plane being found, it gave them more hope she was alive and hopefully trying to get home.

Everyone had gathered at the Bradshaw residence, and while they were sad, they worked to make the best of it.

The kids were playing with Hangman, and Rooster noticed they had run out of beer. He went inside to grab another case of bottles from the fridge. As he headed back outside his phone rang. He didn't know the number but these days, he answered everything just in case.

"Hello is this Commander Bradley Bradshaw?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked. Rooster swallowd hard. "Yes sir it is." He replied with a tremble.

"Commader Bradshaw, this is Vice Admiral Wallace from the US Naval Base in Okinawa... I am calling you in regards to your wife Captain Delilah Bradshaw."

The case of beer slipped from his hand and shatter on the hardwood floor. The echo of it cause all eyes to turn towards Rooster just as he fell to his knees.

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[kimhargreeves]

Love Bites-Jack Russell x Reader (Werewolf By Night)

Summary: You've been friends with Jack for years. He's told you about his secret once but believe it's just a joke. Quickly you find out that he's been honest with you for a reason.

(I kinda got inspired by the Ice Nine Kills song 'Love Bites' since I'm an alternative/goth girl that likes to include these sort of things, also since it's inspired on An American Werewolf In London and it immediately came to my mind after watching this special. So, this will be a Jack x Reader one shot, maybe it's just me but I didnt enjoy Elsa that much since I'm afraid she's a bit too bitchy but maybe that's my opinion. Anyways enjoy.)

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Soft classic music continue to play throughout the room filled with expensive and unique paintings, ancient relics and the heads of many monsters that were once hunted.

I huffed to myself and kept on looking at the fireplace, paying attention to anything as simple as that since I didn't want to listen to the few hunters around me. My parents were known well hunters along with the Bloodstone family, though for many years they have been rivals.

My father loved hunting for any sort of monsters, the ones who are a true threat to society and will do anything to harm anyone in their path, though they were certain and had a few friends that were considered monsters but truly weren't.

Or that's the tales I've heard people tell amongst each other. My parents mysteriously disappeared when they both left to go on a mission, I still miss them though.

Speaking of monsters I began to search around the place noticing just one person was missing. To my right I noticed Verussa talking to her step-daughter, we made quick eye contact but we both looked away quick, glaring at whatever was closest to us.

Today us six hunters have gathered for Ulysses Bloodstone's funeral, and for one of us to be in possession of the red stone.

The sour expression on my face quickly faded when I noticed someone walking through the short hall. Immediately I rose up from my spot on the couch and I felt my heart betting faster and smiling lovingly at the man who had just arrived.

"Jack."

The tall man looked down at me and quickly took a step back when he realized how close I had gotten to him. "You're too awfully close, (Y/N)." Jack said going back to his awkward self and his accent still strong as ever.

"How've you been? It's been months since I last saw you." I've become worried after all these months he's been avoiding me.

Jack looked around room we were at so gently he took my shoulder and made me walk away so we wouldn't be heard.

"I-I know it's been long..forgive me but remaining far from you means that you'll remain safe."

"I can take care of my own, Jack. I believe it's you who needs saving." Jack's expression softened when I tell him this.

Without a warning I lean closer to him until I wrapped my arms around him. I feel Jack's body stiffen when I hugged him, I felt him pat my shoulder until he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me off of him.

I smiled up at him sadly when I felt that he didn't want me anywhere near him. "I think you're just in some deep trouble and don't want to tell me the truth." I whisper to him.

I don't think he's a werewolf. Maybe he did something bad and simply wants to hide the truth from me.

"If only you'd knew, (Y/N)." Jack looked away from me and began to walk over to where the bright red stone was glowing. "Beautiful isn't it?" He said changing the subject quick.

I decided to play along and follow him. I stared down at the stone and looked at how truly beautiful, unique and powerful it is.

"So rare and beautiful."

I glanced over to him and noticed him not looking at the stone. I fought back a smile and tried to hide my blush but failed. We were interrupted when Jovan, one of the hunters came to our side.

"Aye take it easy ya lovebirds." The taller man said chuckling to himself. "Fifty seven confirmed kills myself. Next year's my 30th season.

"I can almost smell the blood on your hands."

"Thank you. Aye I like the whole look with the makeup. It's a killer trademark."

"It's to honor my ancestors." Jack replies looking at Jovan then briefly meeting my eyes. My face also being just a bit covered in darker makeup, mostly around the eyes and with black lipstick.

The man looks at Jack and I before nodding his head. "Yeah. Not much for honoring my ancestors and feelings like that. I just know it looks brilliant on you." The taller man says in his thick accent.

"I mean. I know the importance and anonymity in our line of work, but it gets lonely. Just want to say I'm proud to be honoring old Ulysses tonight."

"Ulysses, of course! Hard to believe he's gone." Jack says turning to face Ulysses closed coffin. I remain standing close to Jack.

"Aye the mad bastard. Quite a place he built himself."

I must admit the decor and everything here is quite beautiful and I would for sure love to live in a place like this, only thing to get rid of would be Verussa and this place would be peaceful. Jovan and Jack continue to look at the decor around the room.

The heads belonging to monsters.

"So, any of these hacked beasties your handiwork?" He asks looking at Jack.

We look around until Jack's eyes land on s vampires head. "No... No, but him. Him I fought a few times." He says pointing at the head. "He's never looked so alive."

This earned a chuckle from the older man, both of them continue to joke around until Javon behind to ask me a couple of questions. "What would your parents think of this?" or "Do you have more siblings to keep the bloodline going? That way you'll continue to hunt."

The next one was if Jack and I ever encountered each other during our hunts. I answered that we would often run into each other, which was sort of of a lie, it would be me chasing after Jack and making sure he would be alright at times.

I would tease him and tell him "When are you finally going to accept on going on a date with me?" or also "It gets rather lonely without your company."

Jack would simply remain silent and slowly inching away from the conversation when Javon would listen intently and chuckle, also agreeing that he sort of met his wife the same way.

Jack was saved from his embarrassment when Verussa told us to gather around, she soon began to count on how many monsters we have hunted throughout.

The older woman rounded each of us. "Twenty Seven." with me being the shortest kill count. "Thirty seven kill. Forty three. Fifty seven quite impressive. And over One Hundred deaths give or take." She pointed looking at Jack who looked at her surprised.

"So many death dealers in one room. Oh, my dear." I furrow my eyebrows together when Verussa turns to her husband's coffin. Elsa from behind us takes her time in painfully moving a chair that loudly sounds throughout the room

"Thank you for gathering in ritual for shedding your masks tonight in honor of Ulysses Bloodstone. He was a leader, a friend, s liver without equal. Knowing his spirit would not be with us tonight to stayed his wishes for the ceremonial hunt, he orchestrated his present in other ways."

The coffin slowly started to open and I stare at the man's cadaver surprised, repulsed and sick. Doesn't anyone believe that is kinda disturbing? The rotting body begins to move like a puppet, like a sort of Frankenstein. An audio beging to play of the man's voice.

"I do hope my attendance delights you. Thank you, Verussa, for seeing it through and for shaping our cause like no other."

The rest of us exchange weird looks while we continue to stare at the corpse.

"With my passing, it is now time to choose a new leader in the crusade against monsters. This honor can only be bestowed upon  the strongest and most committed to our mission. Very soon, a monster unlike anything you faced will be released into the sacred grounds. The hunter who slays this beast will become our new leader, taking possession of my Bloodstone. Good luck. I'll be rotting for you."

I scoff at the awful humor and turn to face Jack who doesn't seem a bit surprised now at the corpse.

"The onto weapons permitted tonight have been placed in the garden. The stone will be affixed to the monsters hide. This will weaken it and also make it angry." Verussa says saving up the stone.

"Hold up. The stones finally up for grabs and we all earned the right to hunt, but she gets to crash this thing like it's a backyard wedding?" One of the hunters say looking back at Elsa who's been giving everyone awful looks.

"He brings up a good point. Where's the lovely lady's medallion?"

"Have you check up your own arse?"

"Elsa is welcome to join!" Verussa loudly says. Great now she's going to continue glaring and praying for my death.

"Let's get this shit over then." I tell myself and stood up following Verussa to know in which order we will be entering the gardens.

We each looked down and quickly saw our hands. Jack would be the first to open with me in second place to follow after him. My family has been fighting for years to earn that Bloodstone. I'll make sure to be the one to have it.

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I continue to walk through the gardens and looked carefully at the few footprints I saw on the ground. Carefully I jumped up and grabbed onto the wall above me, I hoisted myself up and remained quiet when I was above the wall and I remained still seeing someone walking to their right far away.  I held onto a dagger I had quickly found when I entered, I won't hesitate to harm the rest if it means that I'll have the stone

My eyes widened when I noticed Jack straight ahead, quickly and quite as ever I continued to follow him until I had scared him.

"What are you doing stranger?" I tease making him jump back in fear and curse in Spanish to himself.

"You're gonna get yourself killed if you continue doing that."

"I'm going to get you killed if you continue to let me scare you." I correct him. "So, are you truly going after this as well?" I ask when I begin to now wally alongside him.

"What sane person wouldn't?" He laughs it off.

"Not if I beat your ass first." I smile and saw him smirk just a little. We both stopped talking when someone stopped in front of us, we looked and saw Elsa.

Bur before anything could happen Javon appeared quickly attacking her making Jack and I split up from each other. "This feels like something only the Scooby Doo characters would do." I hiss at myself as I continued to run and slide into a hiding place when someone got closer and ran past me when they heard Elsa and Javon fighting.

A monster roared throughout the place making me shiver a bit since it sounded a lot louder from any creature I have fought. I need to see if Jack is alright?!

But where the hell is he?!

"Jack?!" I hiss his name and tried to not be loud while I continue to run through the place. "We need to get-" I stopped when I saw him being held to a bush. My mouth fell open when I saw a giant hand holding him.

Before I had the chance to scream, Jack leapt over to me and covered my mouth with his hands. "Don't scream! (Y/N), this is my friend. His name is Ted."

I stared at him confused, slowly he uncovered my mouth while I stared at him then at the giant odd creature. It looks like something straight from those cheesy 1930's film, the creature from the Black Lagoon.

"Please don't tell me his full name is Teddy." I whisper and continue to stare at the creature a bit afraid of it still. I'm surprised it didn't want to harm Jack.

"Don't worry. She's a friend... Don't say that!..Well, of course I was gonna come find you." I stare between them wondering how exactly he understands the swamp looking thing. He oddly looks cute talking to this thing.

"He sort of looks adorable." I mutter looking at the creature now in awe. I've never seen anything like Ted.

Ted's red eyes turn to me and grunt something only Jack could understand.

"Are you okay?" Jack let's go of me and gets closer to Ted. The monster snarls. "You can't keep counting on me to save you. This is the last time. I know, does it hurt?"

The monster grunts. "Yeah, they said that the stone would do that. Don't worry, I have a plan. Look, so apparently these little things explode. So, we're gonna explode our way out of here. All you have to do is don't die."

We heard something from behind us. Jack reached down for my hand and held it tight, now making me run after him until we entered a mausoleum.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?!" He asked turning to look at me first and looking down at me to check if I wasn't hurt.

"I'm completely fine." I tell him.

We look back and shut our mouths when we saw Elsa in here as well. Ah great. Jack noticed the dark haired woman with a small limp on her leg.

"You hurt? Can I help you?"

"No." The woman strongly disagreed with him helping her in anyway. It angered me the way she speaks to him.

"He was only trying to be nice." I bitterly told her as well now standing my ground as well.

Jack remained silent since he doesn't like confrontations. He began to pace back and forth now trying to find an exit since we were locked in.

I remained still by the door and I felt a pang of jealousy when Elsa accepted Jack's offer and he knelt down by her side and helped her with the injury. I hugged myself and kept on staring at them and glaring at her a bit before I decided to look away. Maybe the reason why he keeps rejecting my feelings is because he doesn't like me in a romantic way.

"Why don't you two get along?" Jack asked making Elsa and I look surprised at each other.

"Their family stole something that belonged to us." We both said at the same time and looked away from each other.

The monsters outside continued to roar, Ted continue to. I glanced over and saw the many tombs of Elsa's relatives on top of others. She began to climb onto some of them and breaking the small window of one.

I closed my eyes wanting to get a bit of rest but it was interrupted when the door to the mausoleum was now open, I stood back straight and followed both Jack and Elsa out. A plan was being brainstormed until Jack accidentally hit the small bomb switch on.

"Oh, shit." We better run.

I began to run ahead of Jack making sure we wouldn't get attacked by someone first. Jack clumsily threw the bomb onto the wall but it hit further than he wanted it to.

"Jack will you please just set it on the small open piece?!" I asked running away from him when I heard quick footsteps approaching us and I dodged a weapon that was thrown to me.

I looked back ready to fight until the bright Bloodstone turned red and Jack was thrown away from it. Everyone curiously looked down at him and so did I.

"The Bloodstone did this to you?"

"He grabbed it and it threw him back."

Verussa grinned at this. "Oh my. A monster masquerading as one of our own. Desecrating a sacred night." She hissed at ordered someone to hold me back when they began to torture Jack.

I felt a hard hit behind head and my vision e came blurry when I blacked out.

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I had blacked out from the massive hit I had received, I held onto my head still feeling an intense pain. I glanced to my left and saw Elsa staring up ahead with a blank expression on her face. I noticed we were replaced inside a huge cage.

A small painful groan was heard next to me along with a few curse words I understood in Spanish. I crawled over to Jack's side and carefully helped him sit himself up.

"Jack! I'm so sorry I didn't believe what you said about you being a monster. I guess..I never wanted to believe that someone like you could harm me..us.."

Jack held his head as well and slowly nodded. "I tried telling you many times. That's why I continued to push you away. I don't want to harm the one person I truly care about."

Jack and I looked at each other and smiled sadly, until he looked away from me and turned to Elsa. He began to explain himself to her, about his other half, the half he has no control of. How he locks himself up every month when there's a full moon.

"We have plenty of time to figure things out!" He said sounding optimistic that we can do something about this.

"And why do you think they've placed us in here with you?" Elsa coldly asked Jack. Realization soon hit me, he'll tear us up if he were to become a werewolf.

"The Bloodstone's capable of transforming you in five seconds. Thanks in advance for making it quick."

"Jack do you really have no control when this happens to you?" I ask afraid of what he'll become soon. I held onto his hands tight when I began to shiver.

Jack refused to meet my eyes, that's until I caught him staring at the many monster heads decorating the room, he stood up looking around until footsteps we heard footsteps approaching. I shrieked when Jack pinned me against the bars and began to breathe against my neck and down to my wrist. I blushed deep red and felt like pushing him away but felt too embarrassed when Elsa looked at him weirdly.

He did the same to her only being a bit more respectful? Should I say.

"I need to remember your scents."

Jack raced over to the bars and stared at the masked hunters hopeful that they'll let us out and kill only him. "Please kill me as I am, or there will be no mercy."

Verussa removed lowered her cloak and removed her mask. "Mercy? This may surprise you but our whole mission is built on mercy for you, and those like you as well as all the innocent lives you take."

The older woman began to talk awful at Elsa and to me as well. Saying how she hoped that I would die soon and that no one else in my family would be alive.

Verussa began to chant in Latin soon. I stared at Jack afraid for him when he began to hold onto his stomach and shiver. Verussa held the Bloodstone to his direction. I fell back on my knees and crawled back in fear holding onto the bars when I heard Jack's limbs crushing and deep growls from him.

I opened my eyes and took a peek and screamed when I saw him yank Verussa by the arm and holding her in place. The top of the cage was now torn and open. I shakily stood up on my feet and saw a guard being ripped apart when Elsa and I took a good look at Jack transformed in his werewolf form.

"We need to get out." Elsa said looking up at the cage. She easily jumped up and hoisted herself up on the cage. "Grab on." She offered me her hand, now without hesitation I took it and made it outside of the cage with her.

Each of us went our separate ways and grabbed whatever weapon we could fight with. Elsa was fighting the rest of the hunters while I began to take most guards down.

I held onto a sword tightly and cut clean one of the guards arms off with blood splattering my clothes and face, easily I decapitated one of them when they grabbed my head and hit me against the wall. "Motherfucker!" I hissed glaring at one of them threw a dagger right next to the side of my face, drawing even more blood down my forehead.

"Jack!" I shouted when I saw more guards trying to kill him. Verussa gripped the back of my head and held a dagger against my neck and the Bloodstone in her other one.

Verussa fell back when Elsa caught her and pulled her so I could get rid from her right grip. I fell forward onto the ground and I saw Jack laying on the ground defeated.

I turned to look back at Elsa then back at Jack. I didn't hesitate so I crawled faster over to him and remained still when I was close enough to him.

"Jack? Are you still in there?" I softly spoke not wanting for anything bad to happen to me or him. All this time I thought he was just joking when he said we had a secret, I feel selfish now for not taking him so seriously.

I carefully reached closer to him until I shrieked and felt my head hit the floor hard when he punched onto me and held me down with his long claws.

I panted and tried to not feel scared. This my Jack Russell not some monster anymore. I stared back up at him, looking into his dark almost unrecognizable eyes. Carefully I placed both my hands against his face and saw him staring at me intently.

"It's over Jack..." I whisper looking at him lovingly. Now fully understanding him.

Jack's werewolf form quickly got away from me and disappeared. "Need help?" Before I had the chance to speak I was hoisted up by Elsa and saw a faint blush across her face.

"We..make a good team." She muttered looking away and now with us both looking at Ted. "Will you be alright?" She asked after a moment of silence.

I nodded my head also feeling embarrassed at her sudden niceness. She smiled just a bit and rested herself on a couch. "Go after him then."

I smiled over at her figure and looked up at Ted. Now taking a full view at how he truly is, red piercing eyes staring into my tired ones. "Can you lead me the way over to him, Ted?"

The creature lightly growled and started to slowly walk ahead, I hurried to his side and followed him until we reached outside of the building and I noticed the bright full moon outside now being covered by the cloudy dark skies.

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Though I was extremely tired and got no chance to rest, I continued to follow Ted until we reached a wooded area, probably in the middle of the woods. Ted who was now far ahead from me began to run and I felt the ground shake a bit before me.

Strangely enough everything seems more lighter and colorful out here. A peaceful sensation like any other.

I squinted my eyes when I noticed a few things up ahead at where Ted went running off. The only sounds from the forest were of Ted's growls and the sound of a river nearby.

My eyes became watery when I saw Jack back to his human form being sat on the ground looking up at Ted. I began to run across the grass and dead branches until I found myself getting closer to the unusual pair.

"Is (Y/N) safe?"

Ted lightly grunted making Jack stare up at him confused. "What do you mean by they are here-" Jack fell backwards on the ground when I jumped over and threw my arms around his neck.

"Jack you're safe!"

Jack continued to cover himself up with a coat while he held my up so I wouldn't fall with him. He sat himself back up with me being seated right by his side almost on his lap. I hold onto his face and examine his tired eyes as I run my hand through his short dark and grey hair.

"I'm sorry that I ignored your warnings, but I don't regret them since in a way I saved you by being reckless."

I stared into his dark eyes and noticed him looking at me concerned, one of his hands carefully landing on my forehead tracing the dried up blood and small cut.

"Did I do this to you?!" His voiced cracked when he asked me this.

I lightly chuckled at him since he continues to be so concerned over everyone but himself. I shook my head and took his hand now staring down at him lovingly then before.

"You didn't."

"Did I scare you?" He then asks.

"I won't lie and say that you didn't when you first transformed. I soon knew you weren't a threat when you tried to protect me and Elsa. I knew you wouldn't harm me when I looked into your eyes. Into the eyes of the man I've always loved." I admit.

Without permission from Jack I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. I quickly pulled back regretting not asking for his permission.

"I-I'm sorry Jack! I should've asked first." I started to move away from him but felt his grip tight on my hip.

"(Y/N). You shouldn't apologize, mi amor."

I blushed again now my entire red face being displayed to him. Jack's hand landed behind my neck now slowly pulling me back to him to resume our kiss. I closed my eyes and enjoyed our longer kiss until we slowly pulled away, embarrassed I looked away when Ted gave Jack a look only he could easily read.

"No, no! Quit saying such things, we don't need alone time." He scolded at the creature.

I now sat by Jack's side and heard him exchanging conversations with Ted. Jack now smiling to himself turned to look at me, "I still can't believe this is real...But are you sure in wanting to stay with a man like me, (Y/N)?"

I blushed again when his dark eyes landed on mine. I reached my side to kiss his cheek took hold of his hand.

"I'll forever remain by your side, Jack."

Jack smiled to himself and continued to hold me close to him. "I'm so happy then, my love. Though I wanted to make sure since..in a way werewolves do imprint when they find the love of their lives."

I can feel my entire face burning red when he mentions that. That's means I'm truly his soulmate then.

Ted who was seated a few inches away from Ted happily growled. "I know you're happy I am as well, but are you seriously asking for food right now?"

I happily sigh and rested my head on Jack's shoulder while continuing to hold his hand. I hear Jack chuckle lightly and feel his hand wrap itself around my shoulder keeping me close to him.

"What do you say, mi amor? Does sushi sound nice to you?"

I tiredly open my eyes and nodded my head. "It's settled down. We'll be having sushi and after that we'll be getting a proper rest."

Jack stood up and helped me on my feet. "I know the perfect place for take out. That way I'll make sure to clean your wounds." I reminded Jack and ran my hands through Jack's messy hair.

Jack eagerly nods his head and continues to insist on holding my hand. I continue to hold his tightly while we continue to make our way outside of the woods with Ted by our side.

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