#in all seriousness canary mission is so fucked

[p0ison-moon]

since I was a little girl I dreamed of being on canary mission’s list of anti-Israel activists

#mercy.txt #in all seriousness canary mission is so fucked #but I would be honored to be that annoying that they felt the need to put me on their stupid little database

[starwalker03]

What would the WMLP cast do if they got sent back in from where they currently are in the fic to their old body 10 minutes before the mission that went bad is set to start.

ooooooooh yes we're on the same mindwave lmao I have in fact had this thought.

all of them absolutely hating their tiny little teenage bodies. appearing in them and being like 'why am I suddenly super self-conscious and uncomfortable? why does everything feel slightly off when I move? why are all my thoughts happening so quickly?' and finally realising they're back in a pubescent body and they're just like 'oh I see, I'm in hell'

all of them trying to take this seriously, arguments on the rise, but they just can't because they're all so tiny and silly looking. especially Dick, who has suddenly lost like, almost three feet worth of height.

Wally's voice cracking every three seconds tho. oh my god.

all of them trying to hold up the ruse with the league for as long as possible because they don't want to tell them, they want to figure this out themselves. except maybe Conner, he kinda wants to just tell the league and let them fix it.

Them getting a mission and everyone being like 'well this will be interesting' and Conner sweating because he really doesn't think they should be going out in the field like this.

In the mind link:

Conner: we gotta tell them

everyone: don't you dare!

Conner: no seriously guys we've got to tell them

Wally, trying to be inconspicuous as he glares at Conner: snitches get stitches

Conner: Wally i could fold you like a pretzel right now. for the love of god can we please just tell them

Kaldur: I'm with Conner on this one

M'Gaan: if all of you don't shut up and keep the act going I will turn your brains to mush now everyone shut up and get in the bioship

oh jeez, M'Gaan seeing the bioship again. my heart.

I think eventually Batman notices Conner being super awkward and sweating anxiously and he's like 'what's going on?'

Artemis: nothing!

Dick, through gritted teeth: everything is great

M'Gaan: yep! all fine!

Conner: *visbly sweats even more*

Dick, in the mindlink: you're waking up with kyrptonite in your bed tomorrow I swear to fuck

Conner: we all time travelled and ended up in our current bodies!

everyone but Kaldur: CONNER YOU LITTLE FUCKING SNITCH

Kaldur, wincing: well that didn't last long

Batman and Black Canary: what

lmao. love it.

#dc comics #fanfiction #dick grayson #young justice #with morality like a polynomial #wmlp #wally west #conner kent #kaldur'ahm #m'gann m'orzz #artemis crock #the team #you know that scene in rise of the guardians? #when Bunny is smol #and then dives under a car #and then boom he's big again #that happens to Dick

[kovacs-of-courage]

Downspiral--A Eclipse AU Sky one shot

-------------------------November 8th, 1943------------------------------

-------------------------Pacific Theater------------------------------------

Sky gritted his teeth in concentration, jerking the yoke of his fighter plane forward. A myriad of alarms shouted demise from the view of his fractured canopy, smoke trailing his battered wings.

There’d be no landing this bird, not softly anyway. The brakes were the first system to go when the guardian’s laser hit, along with the rest of the empennage. Controlling its speed was an impossibility now, leaving Sky as the lucky(and not very grateful) pilot of a forever accelerating one-way carriage to hell.

The radio at his right sparked and flickered to life, incoherent static bubbling through charred wires and melted steel.

“Canary-O-...Canary One, Can you read me?” 

Sky recognized the voice immediately; It was his captain, his ship’s captain that is.

“I read you command,” Sky said casually, like he was on any other mission, and not riding a miles long death spiral over the pacific. He thought it lucky that he’d regained his memories days before, given the fact that he’d be most likely disobeying orders if his captain contacted him for the reason he presumed.

“The order to retreat was signaled, all airborne pilots need to fall bac-”

Sky put his right hand on the throttle, cranking the level forward; a hurricane's worth of wind blasting into his goggles.

“I’m sorry sir, but I’m not doing that,” Sky said, unphased by the rapidly increasing g-forces of his chaotic descent.

“Oh yes the hell you are, petty officer. Some rat-fuck brass eagle and a beehive of metal flies wipes out half the fleet in an afternoon, and you think NOW is the time to start disobeying orders?” The captain screamed, his bafflement turned volatility evident.

“I do, actually,” Sky curtly replied. It didn’t bother him much, the idea of provoking the wrath of the military, and he reported to a higher authority anyway; whom he hoped he’d see again, if he survived this aerial bonfire.

The Captain, barely restraining his frustration, reacted as one might expect to hearing his best pilot casually go awol, in the heat of battle no less--

“Petty Officer, I am ORDERING you to turn back. You have five seconds to do so before I decide to take your cute little joke seriously, and order you blown halfway to hell.”

Sky scoffed, breathing unsteadily as plume-ing smoke flushed through the cockpit’s damaged windshield, “I’m...ha...touched you think me so important, sir. But I’m trying to focus here, so please shut up and let me fly.”

“Who the fuc-WHO THE FUCK do you think you are? You are disobeying a DIRECT ORDER; DON’T THINK I WON’T HAVE YOU SHO-”

Sky slammed his hand into the crackling speakers, disabling them, “This conversation’s over.” 

As skilled as Sky was in the air; even he needed some piece of mind to do his job right. 

He let the speed acclimate over his spiraling craft, the cranked throttle working its pistoned engine to the limits. He’d dropped out of the main area of devastation, the graveyard of falling tonnage where both the American and Japanese forces had been ambushed by Vah Medoh’s Guardian escort.

The fleet of propeller-mounted constructs swarmed the airspace, blotting out clouds and sunlight; more than worthy of protecting their prize. They numbered in the hundreds, maybe thousands at a generous estimate. Their numbers alone were enough to overwhelm any standing airforce, nevermind the lasers that boiled hotter than the surface of the sun.

Sky knew that there was a snowflake's chance in hell that he was going to catch up to Vah Medoh, in the state his plane was in. He’d worry about the flying war machine later--after he landed his soon-to-be pile of scrap metal.

It was a task easier said than done, Sky was finding. Fighting in the square center of the world’s largest ocean left his hands tied.

He did have an escape plan, if one could call it that.

North of his current, fiery heading was a thin wafer of land, two miles long at best. A paltry forest lined its inland paradise, surrounded by beaches of jagged stone and untouched nature. 

For most pilots, trying to land across such a makeshift, unwelcoming strip would be an effort in self-destructive fatality. A recipe for an explosion of shrapnel and blood; the makings of a grim cautionary tale.

Sky was not most pilots.

Landing would be the easy part; in that Sky was confident. It was the trio of guardians patrolling the island that worried him; an all airborne attache, separated from the main fleet, and primed to blast him to kingdom come at a moment’s notice.

He’d known of their presence before his dive to scrape the waves, deciding regardless to follow through with his daredevil scheme. It’d been apart of the reason he was so dead-set on his forward acceleration--faster targets tended to be harder to hit. 

He was flying the glass cannon of glass cannons; the slightest touch of a guardian’s laser beam an instant game over for him and his rumbling coffin on wings. Playing to his strengths, however few, would be essential to his survival.

That, and some out of the box thinking.

Sky had dropped in red-hot over the ocean waters, falling like a man made comet from the stars--riding his fighter a dangerous half-thousand feet or so above the surface. At his current, bone-rattling velocity, he’d reach weapons range in under a minute. Times like this made him thankful he was born and raised on skyloft; letting him shrug off g-forces that’d stop a human’s heart stone-cold dead.

The enemy horizon filled Sky’s cockpit in a moment’s blink; his craft racing toward the unsuspecting guardians like a goddess-thrown thunderbolt. They were spread thin across the island, a unit of one and a team of two patrolling to northern and southern ends respectively.

Sky went for the former, jostling his control stick back to raise his altitude, quickly matching that of his target. He breathed in deep, steeled nerves unshaken by the raging fires growing behind his seat.

Neutralizing a Guardian, according to his brother’s account, was a simple process when it came down to the mechanics. Its central eyepiece, the pulsating blue spiral at the bottom stalk of an aerial guardian’s chassis, doubled as its main cannon and only onboard optic.

Applying sufficient force to the shared hardpoint would, in theory, temporarily overlord both systems--disarming and blinding it simultaneously. An achilles heel of staggering proportions, something that Sky’s comparatively primitive weapons could easily exploit.

Pressing down on the control trigger to his wing mounted guns; Sky exhaled out as streams of cascading lead and destruction spat from his left and right. He clicked them on in the crucial seconds before collision, letting loose his full arsenal at as close as point-blank realistically possible.

The armor-piercing, high caliber ammunition tore through the immobilized guardian, shredding it’s ancient metals and circuity with the ease of a buzzsaw cutting up flesh. 

Sky pushed further still, the smoking shrapnel and crackling debris flying past him in seconds; swooping wide around the island’s western side, aggressively fighting his half-responding controls--the metals of his cockpit quivering in unsteady unison.

“Come on..come on...stay with me here,” Sky said, mumbling under his breath, “only a few minutes longer.”

The plane turned to it’s side, committing hard to it’s broad arc; thin lines of blinking scarlet dotted across it’s wings--signaling greater damages to come. 

Sky’s vision panned out, following the trailing reticles to their sources; finding the remaining guardians fast on his tail, primed to kill.

“And looks like the guests have finally arrived,” Sky said, thinking aloud.

The burning aircraft snapped from it’s exposed position, leveling it’s flight and moving between the paths of the ensuing energy blasts--avoiding contact by inches. Sky let the attacks pass, beginning a rapid ascent the moment after, the thrill of a thousand falls pumping his heart like an adrenalized sledgehammer.

The pair that followed Sky split into two roles, aiming to entrap him. He understood their strategy almost instantly, watching one guardian follow his steep climb, and another follow at a distance--leading its shots ahead of his predicted flight path.

Sky flew erratically, reacting to each timed strike with a knee jerk turn or roll seconds before impact, a playfully insulting dance through the smoldering air. He spat proudly in the face of the reaper. 

However impressive his aerial acrobatics were, Sky knew that it was a bandaid fix to a gaping bullet-wound of a problem. Neither he nor his fighter could do this forever. He’d eventually slip up and suffer the consequences, or his deteriorating ride would fail and result in the same.

Landing as initially planned wasn’t an option anymore, it was becoming clearer and clearer that the only way his bird was touching the ground again was by gravity alone.

So he climbed.

Sky pressed his machine to the limits, rising steeply into the clouds. He’d increased the curvature of his trajectory until his flight path was nearly wholly vertical, the guardian in pursuit coming close on his quivering tail; it’s blinking reticle dead-set on leaving Sky as an airborne cremation.

The chase breached the heavens and gleaming sun, the amber horizon reflecting patterns of infinite rays off each machine’s chassy--manned and unmanned. Sky pressed the bulk of his strength into the jittering controls of his cockpit, geysers of broiling steam screaming from its torn gaps. The ship was tearing itself apart by the seams, velocity and injury mixing together in a fireball cocktail of catastrophe--Sky’s cue to leave, in other words. 

Holding onto the windowless ridge of his canopy, Sky peered at the space directly below, the sight of the advancing guardian affirming his plan; it’s cannon mere moments from firing. He rushed to his instruments, speeding through its systems--and shutting down them all--effectively turning his ship into little more than a nine thousand pound paperweight. 

It was a win for both sides, really. The Guardians got to clear the airspace, and Sky got a golden ticket to freefall--on top of not dying no less! Now that’s a bargain, a steal some might even say.

That’s what Sky thought, at least. He was unreasonably calm about the whole affair, eager to plummet through ozone once again. So eager he didn’t bother to bring his parachute, only his beloved sword and shield. He had an escape plan, and it sure as hell didn’t include letting an oversized sailcloth make him a sitting duck. 

Sky hit the air running, finding his footing among the clouds and the setting sun almost instantly--like an angel being sent back to the heavens. It was like he’d never left, traversing the world among the stars as natural as he did the one below. He extended his hands to be level with his eyes, bending his knees--subconsciously arching himself against the wind’s pressure.

He’d left in a dash, faster than the guardian chasing him could process. The fleeting image of the pilot bailing not registering, as the airborne sheikah tank continued towards a head-on collision with the burning fighter plane; its beam cannon well into the process of firing.

The resulting shockwave rattled the air, the force hitting Sky’s back like a moblin punch, propelling him downwards. He shut his jaw tight, the taste of copper surging from his winded throat, the suffering mitigated by the visage of falling debris; comprised of charred steel and gears alike.

That was two down, and one sorry machine to go.

The remaining guardian, the supporting barrage from before, had a red dot on Sky the moment it’d realized he left his craft. A fast-ish response; good enough to handle most skydiving, sword-wielding maniacs, however many of those there happened to be. Its algorithms anticipated and prepared responses based on logical assumptions, predicting the opponent’s most sensible move and aiming to best counter it.

A key flaw in that thought process, as one might expect, was that it struggled to adapt to something truly stupid, a tactic so reckless that even a machine built for wave combat was left puzzled for answers. The type of bold, headstrong zeal that made it default to its base targeting mechanisms, throwing all advanced computing methods out the window and into a burning trash fire.

The type of bold, headstrong zeal that, to the bane of countless servants of demise and Ganon, was championed by the hero’s spirit. Sky’s landing strategy being the current example. He’d glided forward, giving each laser a wide berth in his swinging descent, choosing to fall closer to the Guardian.

He’d holstered the master sword, putting his head and chest behind his down-facing shield, his determination burning hotter than suns. The lasers increased in frequency, lines of calculating energy missing the hero upon each attempt, the cannon firing faster as Sky inched nearer.

Sky reached into his equipment, not more than a thousand feet from landing directly on the Guardian’s spinning propellers. He pulled forth a clawed, chain-loaded mechanism into his right hand, it’s ordained bronze and ivory reflecting the dimming sunlight. 

Seconds away from contact, Sky readied his shield to the guardian; It’s cannon seething energy, it’s cerulean pupil ablaze and overloaded. It was now or never, the final tipping point of many to decide the battle’s climatic conclusion.

Rippling lightning on it’s edges, the juiced-up laser bit jaws of scalpel precision through the skin of reality; gouging wounds of jagged white bleeding in it’s wake. It drilled into the goddess shield, the god-like thunder popping molecules and devouring matter in voracious hunger.

The force of the attack was immense, a malignant battering ram of bone snapping hatred. Sky was spared from it’s carnage, the idol of his goddess rewarding his faith--protecting him entirely against the forces of darkness. He pressed his strength, what remained, into his left arm; moving the shield in the initial stages of the impact--deflecting the projectile back to it’s creator.

Unable to avoid the parry, the Guardian was forced to swallow it’s own medicine. An eruption of smoke and whining electronics layered the space separating it and Sky. Not that it stopped Sky, who’d already reached out his clawshot, aiming square at the burning machine.

The clawshot hit, finding home in the lower region of the guardian; sinking into the darkened sight of it’s disabled cannon. Sky clicked it’s return button, snaking himself into the suffocating cloud, navigating with ease. He made contact in seconds, pocketing his grappling device once he’d gotten ahold. 

The time for gadgets has passed. Fi would guide him home, as she always had.

Brilliant light pierced the chaos, a beacon of hope and justice held righteous. The master sword dissipated smoke and doubts alike, humming softly in her master’s grasp. Sky held tight to her, climbing himself to the top of the guardian with his sparehand--a difficult task given the turbulent spiral it’d adopted.

Reaching the top, it wasn’t hard to see the reasons why.

It’d been left a shell of it’s former architecture, the explosion blowing craters in the roof of it’s inscribed carapace. One of it’s propellers had been blasted clean off, and another was bleeding sapphire flame in unsteady rotations. That left a single fully functioning propulsion mechanism, and little ability to repair it.

Which, to Sky’s credit, was his intended outcome.

He shakily hung to the guardian’s roof, his foot digging for leverage in bundles of exposed circuitry and gears. He reached into his equipment again, the golden hilt of his scarlet whip soon revealing itself. 

Sky slung his arm forward, circling his whip tight around the center shaft of the damaged rotor. It barely avoided the blades, the tilted angle of flight leaving it spare from injury--and allowed Sky the stability for decent footing standing atop the guardian, not at fear of being blown off. 

Still, that did little to stop or slowthe incoming crash; a cursory glance would make it seem like he’d just traded one suicide boat for another. Sky only hoped that the opposite was true, otherwise this entire effort would be in vain, and the world he vowed to protect would be less defended for it.

It’d be a tragedy of multiple degrees, spinning gears in a heartbreaking clockwork of guilt. And it’d stay as a possibility, a future that wouldn’t come, for so Sky sweared it.

He hadn’t died a martyr yet, and by the grace of hylia, he wasn’t going to start now.

Sky rose the master sword above his head, swaying under the rapidly changing heights. He closed his eyes for a second, a precious infinity of connection between him and the powers that he forever served, and the people he protected.

He let his will go onto his blades, and his blades onto the heavens, or their remnants. She answered his call, as she had countless times before, the vestiges of his love’s divinity whispering cascading adoration across the essence of Sky’s soul.

Thunder struck down onto the blade of evil’s bane, warm benevolence radiating from it’s cerulean shine. Sky let the sword absorb the energy, choosing then to drive it deep below his feet; an ocean of power and awe surging within the guardian, cleansing the corruption and rejuvenating it’s salvageable systems.

The Guardian whirred to life, as best as the circumstances allowed anyway; the mauve malignant replaced by backdrops of blinding white. It didn’t adjust itself upright, seemingly aware that Sky was aboard. It spoke in unintelligible garbles, in a language Sky had no understanding of.

It kept on it’s trajectory, spinning it’s damaged rotor faster as to compensate for the speeding descent. Sky held onto his whip like one would the reins of a horse, having sheathed the master sword in a desperate two-handed attempt to steer the now hylia serving machine away from the treeline.

An effort that was, in the end, only partially successful. The guardian’s meteoric drop had hovered precariously above the island jungle, the blades of it’s rotors shredding the stray branch of leaf that reached to it’s height. Inevitably though, it dropped lower and lower to the surface, brushing against increasingly denser and harder fauna.

The Guardian’s solution? Open fire on everything in it’s path. 

Sky recoiled, due both to the physics of being a crashtest dummy on a makeshift shiekah rodeo, and at hearing the buzzing, broken sound of the guardian’s main cannon recharging in full. A main cannon that, this time around, wielded the cosmic divine as it’s power source.

Blistering might spat from the unsteady machine, a singular line of searing light cleaving molten-hot mayhem through the forest; an erratic light show of fatal consequences. The pathway before Sky was little more than fuel for the newborn forest fire, the unintentional consequences of his gambit more than evident in the carnage.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel, however, as the beachside clearing of the island grew larger in view. The guardian barely a few feet above the earth, running over charred bark and flaming stumps like a bull in a china shop. Sky dug his foot into it’s metal, hoping to ride his rollercoaster to the end.

The island had other plans.

A boulder, to be more specific.

Hidden by foliage and dug into the sand, the several ton rock laid at the edge of the forest, and was unshaken by the goddess powered robot. The collision with it’s frontside  had been the final nail in the coffin for Sky’s ride--and the reason he was currently shaking sand out of his ears.

It’d launched him a dozen feet in the air, ragdolling across the beach like the other wreckage, though he was significantly less worse for wear. Unlike the other crashees, HE was still in one piece.

Sky continued rolling, his leather jacket and cap doing well to prevent the sand from completely flooding his clothes. It took five minutes, five minutes of tumbling limbs and groaning regret for the universe to take some sense of pity on him and stop his fall. 

Despite how loud his spine was screaming for him to sit down, Sky found that recovery was faster than he’d thought. Getting to his feet was a reward in itself, more than any punishment that his body tried tempering it with.

Sky looked down at himself, ruffled and disheveled, his legs and arms coated with blemishes and burns. His brother had once told him that scars were hallmarks of victory, if that were true, then Sky’s stunt had earned the hero rounds of roaring applause. It didn’t bother him, not really, himself was the last thing Sky was concerned about--didn’t even make the top five.

Getting a way off this rock was his main concern, maybe finding one of his brothers, either or at this point. That being said--with no ship, no radio, and being deserted on an island in the middle of nowhere; finding an escape would take some creativity.

A problem for another day, another night perhaps too. He’d just spent his working afternoon losing his job and making death for theirs, energized was not the word to describe himself after that.

Right now, he’d appreciate his survival for what it was; a victory.

And that was enough.

I made this due to the wonderful art(as seen above) my friend @ikaishere made of Ace Pilot Sky! Go check them out, they're wonderful!

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #oneshot #fanfic #eclipse au #short fic #linked universe fanfic #lu sky #ace pilot sky #ww2 sky #haven't posted in a while #been writing just forget to post here #eclipse au sky #lu au #action #kovac fic #linkeduniverse au #linked universe au #linkeduniverse sky

[velvetmel0n]

ladies & entities, let me present u the idea of sugar daddy! abel morales & a younger uni girl (senior in uni/working on her masters) where did she meet him? idk. he'll shower her with gifts & trips to various places but most importantly he gives her that #grownmandick. he'll bend her on his desk at work and blows her back out. they're on their way to an event? u bet ur ass uni gal will give him the suck of his life in the back of the limo w the partition raised up. ahh.. the dream.. amen.

This idea fucks me UP okay.

He's proud as fuck of his girl too, a couple semesters away from graduating with your masters or hell, you're hard at work in your PhD program and you best believe this man will brag about how smart you are with this cat that ate the canary smile.

He loves to spoil you but he's not completely obnoxious about it, tries to actually think about the gifts he gives you. If you could use it, do you like this color, is this your style, et cetera et cetera, and honestly it's one of your favorite things about him, how sweet he can be.

What is less sweet is how he fucks you.

You've had boyfriends before, had a few flings, but you've never quite been satisfied. It's been like an itch you can't scratch and you don't know what you're missing, just that you are and sometimes it's all you can think about late at night when you feel hollow and aching.

Enter a Mr. Abel Morales.

Maybe you're moonlighting as a waitress or a bartender, deliberately chose a fancier spot because a grad student's wage is laughable and you have no qualms about flirting for your money, even feel fairly confident you could make a killing in tips because it's not like it'll mean anything.

Except Abel Morales walks in and you've never seriously considered the whole sugar baby thing before, not really. Sure, you think the idea's nice and all, but you never expected the opportunity to actually present itself, but now it has.

It has and he's the one offering, after weeks of dancing around each other, flirty banter and outrageous tips and little comments here and there until one night he's finally had enough.

To your credit, you do take the weekend to actually think it over, consider the logistics and what it would mean, if he'll respect your academic pursuits and realize he can't completely monopolize your time because of that, if he realizes that the root cause of this whole situation you find yourself in is because you're doing your best to put yourself through school and keep a roof over your head at the same time.

The first time he fucks you it's almost an epiphany, when you realize afterwards, still panting, skin dewy with perspiration as you lay on his chest, his fingers tracing patterns along your spine, that you don't have that hollow feeling. You don't feel restless and unsatisfied, you feel liquid and warm, content.

Maybe you let that slip in your pleasure induced haze, that no one has managed to make you feel like that before, and that is the moment Abel Morales turns into the devil because you best believe he uses that information against you.

Makes it his mission to give you so much pleasure you don't know what to do with yourself, gives it to you until you're crying, until you're begging mercy because it's too much, too much, too much, and he loves every second of it.

#abel morales headcanons #anon #answered

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Id rather do this than die

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/y3hYOMS by Vixfern Bruce gets hit with a kind of sex pollen and Hal is the only one around to help him. Of course, it’s during a mission and it’s to save his life and of COURSE the league has to know about it. Words: 1931, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Green Lantern - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Batman, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Green Lantern, Superman, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Aquaman, Arthur Curry (DCU), Martian Manhunter, Barry Allen, The Flash - Character, Dinah Lance, Black Canary (DCU) Relationships: Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Batlantern - Freeform, Porn With Plot, One Shot, Hal thinks Batman is hot, They have to fuck because of reasons, Sex Pollen, Anal Sex, Smut, Awkwardness, ive had this in my drafts for so long, bottom batman, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Top Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), slight crack, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, no beta we die like jason todd read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/y3hYOMS

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

[imgonnapanic]

Third gym squad with a theater kid s/o:

Kuroo Tetsurou

Tbh, he knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you.

He’s just not used to it, because he doesn’t have many extroverted friends who aren’t annoying pieces of-

I can envision you both going on the hub to watch pirated musicals. Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, you name it.

He loooves your singing voice, even if it’s your nervous purposely bad one.

You love the musicals that include allll the good stuff (trauma, death, tragedy, etc.)

Or the iconic ones. You can’t forget about those.

So you’re less-than-thrilled when your school chooses “Honk! The Musical” for this years play.

It’s a spin off of the ugly duckling that no one has heard of.

And when you come up to Kuroo sulking about this boring play you’re emotionally obliged to do, he can’t help but laugh a little.

But his laughter stops when he sees your eyes down at your shoes.

And then he shuts the fuck up because you’re actually upset.

After assuring that you will still be Broadway material even if you’re dressed up as a goose, you feel a little better.

In the two weeks leading up to auditions, Kuroo is starting to get caught humming “A Poultry Tale” at practice.

I mean, his Spotify feed went from Kendrick Lamar to Legally Blonde within one month of dating you, so cut the guy a break.

The day of auditions, you’re a bundle of nerves as you go over the dumb song again and again.

And Kuroo is like “calm down babe you’re gonna do great.”

That sure did a ton.

“Shut up Heather”

...

“Sorry Heather”

He’s also a bundle of nerves at practice, though. He just couldn’t let you see it.

By now, all of the Nekoma team knows you’re auditioning today, and the minute he walks in he just holds up a hand.

“They’re auditioning as we speak”

He’s not surprised when you get the lead.

He looks like the cat who ate the canary he’s a little amused when he figures out the lead is named “Ugly” but by now he has learned to keep it on the inside.

Your schedule is now jam packed, but that’s okay, because Nationals are also coming up for Kuroo and needs to put in some extra hours at the gym anyways.

You better believe two months later Kuroo is making his entire team buy a ticket.

Kuroo didn’t even get to see you on opening night because of dress rehearsals, but that’s okay.

He cleared his entire schedule that day and now has time to wallow in his own excitement and buy you some flowers.

He’s there with the squad team at 6PM sharp, dressed up, and trying to keep his dignity.

When you first walk on stage, the team snickers a little bit at your costume, but Kuroo was completely enraptured by your singing voice, your blocking, your makeup, everything.

This was much better than the demo CD that they had given you.

Afterwards, he gives you your flowers and is glued to your side for the rest of the night, babbling about how proud he was of you, and how talented you are, Nekoma team be damned.

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukki-poo already had a soft spot for the arts before he met you.

Not that he would tell anyone, ever.

When you started dating him though, it gave him an excuse to share his favorite soundtracks.

“you can hit that note, you know.”

*cue the arguing about how you aren’t Barbara Streisand*

When you two are walking through the hallway with him and you see the poster reading “Auditions for Karasuno High School’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ are open!” You start freaking out.

You love that movie! And Kei tolerates it!

Kei honestly thought you would be Ariel/Prince Eric when he first heard you singing “Part of Your World”

Like, you have the voice of a fucking lark. The directors have to be batshit crazy not to cast you.

In his humble opinion.

So he’s a bit taken aback when you get the role of Flounder, but he’s very proud anyways. Especially after you explain that there’s musical numbers that you’re in that aren’t in the movie.

He just hates your director for no reason now.

Practicing your lines with him in your free time becomes almost inevitable because you both have nothing else better to do.

And he can see how into it you are.

And let me just say that you are killing it.

Seriously. You have no problem getting into character, and Kei doesn’t say this much but-

It’s fucking adorable, okay? He has little goth moths in his stomach.

And he can’t wait to see the show, because then he can show you off.

That doesn’t mean he likes the other first years prying at your progress.

Hinata’s incessant questioning about theater anatomy and the memorization of your lines gets really annoying.

Even for someone with a normal temper like you-

“Yes it’s called the right wing. NOT wing spiker. Yes they’re off book. Now will you shut your trap already?”

Dress Rehearsals come, and you’re spinning around his room, face morphing from complete concentration to happy, go-lucky Flounder.

You, Kei, and Yamaguchi (your little third wheel-) all know the soundtrack pretty much up and down, left and right, backwards and inside out.

He still shivers remembering the time you just walked into his house not registering that Flounder’s makeup looks kind of scary up close-

All of his pride was sacrificed that day. All of it.

On the morning of opening night, Kei was walking you to the school, pretending to be bitchy about it being on a Saturday.

“C’mon, what am I supposed to do all day?”

As luck would have it, he’s stuck sitting next to one Hinata Shoyo. Lovely.

So he sat down next to him, and ignored him the whole show. I mean, it worked, he shut up after thirty seconds.

After the show, Kei has to wait a bit for you to take your makeup off, but when you come running out, he can’t hold back a tiny grin.

“That was good. I’m proud of you.”

And then he took you to dinner because singing makes a bad bleep hungry 😌

Bokuto Kotarou

Listen, you’re loud, Bokuto’s loud-

So basically you two are on a mission to not annoy Akaashi for as long as you can before inevitably getting yelled at for your affection and love and shit.

Now, both of you would love for this to be possible.

But the Frozen soundtrack makes it too difficult.

Especially when you can edit the lyrics just to piss off Konoha.

“Turn away and slAm the door *on Konoha”

“The wind is howling like the storm inside *of Konoha”

The possibilities are endless, really.

The game changer is when you two are belting out the song where Elsa and Anna are arguing.

And you accidentally hit the “I-i-I CANNNNT”

Akaashi is like for the love of GOD just audition for the play.

He quickly realizes that his suggestion was not a good idea.

Since guess what the musical is.

You’re auditioning as a joke, okay? You love Frozen, but this is a Fukurōdani Academy level play.

You didn’t expect to land the role of Olaf.

Your director sat you down and bluntly told you that he thought that you had the charisma and energy to be Olaf, but he knew that you were auditioning for a joke.

He needed you to be committed.

And hell yeah, you were gonna be committed.

At first, Bokuto was super proud of you! His s/o as a lead role? So impressive!

You even taught Bokuto your choreography for “In Summer”

He only retained half of it, but eh.

He’s a volleyball player. He tried.

As rehearsal times became longer and longer, Bokuto was a little upset at himself because he didn’t realize how committed you were until it hit him in the face.

Akaashi is there to get him out of his funk when you aren’t, though.

“They feel the same way when you need to be in the gym longer. It’s just a part of having a passion. Just utilize your time with them wisely.”

This bitch knows full well Bokuto doesn’t do ‘wise’ though, so he also sets to him a little more.

Dress rehearsals start, and Bokuto is always waiting for you to come out of the auditorium to ride the bus home.

You’re just bubbling over with stories about the magic of being on stage.

The lights, the microphones, the costumes, just talking about it makes you nostalgic already.

On opening night, Bokuto and Akaashi are there in the front row, going through the program.

“There’s y/n!!!!”

And you can’t see him because of the blinding spotlight, but you can hear Bokuto cheering for you after you finish “In Summer”

Afterwards he gives you a big hug, and you guys go home and watch Frozen.

Akaashi Keiji

When you start dating Akaashi in your second year at Fukurōdani, you’ve been on stage for the last ten years of your life.

Singing, acting, dancing, you love it all.

You’re even considering making it your career.

Akaashi doesn’t know much about theater at all, but he makes sure to do his research since it’s such a big part of your life.

The company you take acting classes with is having their winter show soon, and you couldn’t be happier when you figure out it’s ‘Into the Woods.’

Akaashi makes the mistake of asking the plot of the story.

“So basically there are these two infertile bakers with dead parents and there’s this witch that’s old and wrinkly and she comes to their house because fifty years ago the bakers dad stole her veggies and took the magic beans that made her look old and wrinkly-“

(A/n: this isn’t even half the plot)

He decides he’ll figure it out when he sees the play.

Akaashi knows that it’s a difficult one, though.

Sondheim doesn’t fuck around.

So you shouldn’t be beating yourself up about cracking on some of the high notes and screaming into your pillow.

He feels like an idiot every time you ask him to give you constructive criticism.

He doesn’t know what to say. “That was good” is obviously not what you want to hear.

When the date of your audition rolls around, he has early morning practice.

So he sends you a text saying how far you’ve come already and he’ll be proud even if you end up being a tree and break a leg (he’s very proud of that part. Theater lingo with Akaashi 101)

He’s very pleased to hear through your extremely fast and animated chattering that you killed it.

You were going to be Jack from “Jack and the Beanstalk.”

He’s still not sure how that correlates with infertile bakers, but he’ll go with it.

You also have a notoriously hard solo, “Giants in the sky.”

Akaashi is very impressed.

All you two do is practice that song, until Akaashi is half sure he could sing the song if he really gave an effort.

(He tries seriously one time. He can’t sing. To save his life. Sorry Keiji and RIP y/n’s ears.)

“Maybe you’re just not a soprano?”

“I’ll leave the limelight to you.”

Rehearsals always leave you drained. There are so many dance numbers in the play that you have to go over.

And songs, oh god, the songs are pieces of work.

But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, so Keiji stays close, and is endlessly supportive.

You sent him a picture of your Jack costume, and Keiji is like that is kind of adorable ngl-

He walks into the auditorium you’re performing in, and even he’s nervous to be in there. It’s huge.

But when you walk on the stage, and start belting, all the breath leaves his lungs.

Oh. Ohhhhhhh. He understands the plot now.

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Trophy Chapter Eleven

Masterlist

You try thinking for yourself and Daddy isn't to pleased and its going to end in tears.

Warnings: Adult Situations 18+, Smut, Angst, DDLG, DOM/SUB, Punishment, Spanking, Tawse, Crop, Ass play, Pacifier gag, Wetting, Wedgie, Toys, Humiliation, Overstimulation? and finally FLUFF cos we all need a bit of a cuddle after this shit.

A/N: So I am super nervous about this one...More so than anything I've done before just because of the wetting but it is what it is I've warned you all so read at your own peril. And this is long hence why I couldn't have it in the last chapter lol I hope this makes up for the last one though... I hope you all enjoy

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You fidgeted in the seat as Luke sat there smugly, he was pleased you had decided to come. Just a few more weeks and he would be free! free from that tyrannical mad man! no. He couldn't get to excited yet, weeks...It would be at least two before they drag him in to court and you'd sing on the stand! you'd come clean letting them know just how terrible it was to be kidnapped, to be forced into becoming a sex slave for Henry! God! Luke was so giddy he could taste the freedom...And maybe, just maybe if some of Henry's empire was left standing he could take the reigns himself. He looked over to you, you were quiet and different like you were on a mission it was slightly unnerving. You were angry and scared and confused... He could tell but there was a calm that he had only seen on Henry, he must have rubbed off on you...In more ways then one. Unable to take it anymore he broke the silence trying to dig for info. "You holding up there Princess?" you growled clenching her hands into fists still facing forward gulping, you looked wound tight ready to burst. Excellent. Hopefully you'd burst into tears as soon as they got there! what a show that would be! you come running in as a damsel in distress hell if that happened you'd be put into witness protection and he wont see you until the trial! he flinched as you snapped him out of his thoughts snipping at him in a tight angry voice, like a little hell cat hissing at him. "Don't! do not call me princess ever!" "Okay okay I'm sorry...That was thoughtless of me... I suppose you don't like that name huh?  I don't blame you though what he put you through and all" you turned to him rolling your eyes at him. Really? but once he started he couldn't seem to stop, unable to shut him self up. "Not-not that I'd ever understand what he has done to you..We hear it but... We try to stay away-" "Then your complaisant in it? you knew but never helped...You know what it's like? You ever think what it feels like to have someone use you? Play with your body like a fucking toy?...To force themselves on to it? into it? no, no you don't, you try not to don't you? You would rather just turn a blind eye and ignore the screaming girl up in the bed room...You run and hide away like a coward" your words were cold and bit into him, there was an animosity there that he had yet to see in a female was this it? the famed 'girl power' that reared its head in the most dire of circumstances...Shit you were holding up to well,all previous thoughts of a simpering damsel died at your sharp tone...Like ice picks cold and biting, he had to know what you were going to say before he got there to come up with some bullshit excuses. He moved uncomfortably at your words...They hit a little to close to home. "..You decided what your going to tell them?" You gave a tight smile he had no idea what you were about to do, that you'd already figured him out, the man new nothing of subtlety...He was nothing like Henry, he was trying to be but...No there was only one king in this city and he was currently being questioned, you turned to him again and nodded wanting to placate him for the time being. "Yes I have...Do you have the bail money...I don't want to be here to long" "Well that depends of what you tell, them-"you interrupted him he was to be quite frank doing your fucking head in and you needed to focus anything you said today was going to have to be perfect and vague, You shook your head tutting and looked at him exasperated. "I don't have much to say I won't be in there long" you moved your head looking out the window as the building passed you by you had to hold your nerve in there. Had to tell them what you wanted them to know...Nothing else, nothing more. Go in a quick statement and get out with Henry... And when he gets angry; which he will your going to drop Luke in the shit you've had enough of the lies. "Look I can-We can help each other if you'd just tell me what your going to say-" you growled out in annoyance and finally snapped at him. "Could you shut up? for two minuets?  just two fucking minuets?! fuck sake I'm going to deal with it okay..Just don't wanna wind up dead okay just ...Drop it" He got the message and kept his mouth shut the rest of the way not making a sound as he pulled up at the station you got out before Luke could stop you on a mission. You entered and made your way yo the front desk. "I'm here for Cavill are they done yet?" Luke staggered up behind you trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on. Why had you asked about Henry? Wasn't you about to throw him in the shit? you were supposed to throw him under the bus and set Luke free...Or was this cover to get an interview or something?The officer blinked looking to you then Luke before continuing in a bored tone. "And...Who are you exactly?" you steeled yourself trying to be more than you were, wanting to be taken seriously as an adult and...It had been a while since you had that, it was a little daunting. "His girlfriend and this is our driver...What's his bail?" The officer looked at you frowning then to the screen she began typing away giving you sidelong glances as if she knew you. a few moments later she turned back to you. "Err well nothing...Mr Cavill hasn't formally been charged he is still in questioning" you nodded and leaned forward slightly that didn't make sense Luke said? Oh shit!fuck fuck fuck! You should have just stayed home! You faltered realizing just how gullible youd been, if he wasn't arrested then that means the police really didn't have anything on him, you didn't need to make a statement to help Henry out! You quickly decided you needed to get out of here. Try to go wait in the car or something. "When will he be done? its been hours " The woman at the desk shook her head "I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you-" you nodded gojng to walk back out side but Luke gripped your arm in a tight grip, he would not let you walk out of here not when he was so close to getting his way! "I thought you wanted to give a statement about last night you are a witness...I'm sure they would like to here your account of what happened y/n" you swore panicked and tried wriggling out of his grasp but no i was too late. The officer blinked at Luke then to you slowly seemingly remembering something and pointed to you her face lighting up. "Wait Y/n? Your y/n y/l/n?" You frowned at her unsure how she knew who you were but nodded slowly uneasy you looked to Luke who just smiled at you. "Yes how did you?" She nodded to the missing persons board you were there dead center, that hadn't been there previously did they know? "I? What?" The officer got up walking around to your side she looked smug like the cat that got the canary as she came to a stop before you clasping your hands in hers. "We definitely need to take a statement from you, follow me" Luke gave a hard shove making you fall in step behind the officer, you glared back at him but he just stood there stuffing his hands in his pockets he looked pleased with himself as you sent one final glance over your shoulder as you were taken into a room alone with an officer. They would break you, you’d squeal, Henry would go inside and he would be free and take a decent retirement for Henry's stash!

Henry chuckled as he sat there refusing to answer the questions choosing to invoke his right to remain silent...He'd been here hours but he knew they cant keep him long. They have nothing, absolutely nothing on him! they never do. Stephan was mentioned so he knew that little twat was the one behind it..most likely pressing charges, or trying to press charges on him. nothing would come of it he wasn't there he was at home. "Did you have any contact with Stephan last night?" "No comment" was the droll from the bored man. "You did you were seen having an altercation with him last night at your restaurant...a miss Y/L/N was there to" that got his attention the officer smirked as Henry sat up now meaning business, but Henry stopped himself and smirked at the cunt infront of him. "No comment" "...did you know she has been reported as missing for nearly five months Mr Cavill?" "You fucking leave her out of it!" the officer smirked "So you do talk Mr Cavill...you know shes going to need to be questioned Stephan named her as an accomplice...did she know about this incident Mr Cavill?" Henry growled low and leand forward glaring angrily at the officer who flinched back suddenly not feeling so safe in his uniform.Good he shouldn't "No comment" "What is your relationship with miss Y/L/N?" "No comment" "Ah right that’s a shame... She said that your her boyfriend...Should I go tell her you wont even own up to that? it’d only take a moment...Shes giving a statement in the room over" "Bullshit she's at home" "Home? Your home because she isn't at hers" fuck Henry snarled at the little man trying to play a big game...officer rook by his tag...Officer Rook was going to have a nasty fall after all this. Henry's face must have said it all as something else was wrote down then looked up again smirking and carried on.

"So a missing woman you have no ties to is living in your home and calls you her boyfriend?" "Your tricks wont work on me shes at home" a sly smiled crept across officer Rooks face, he knew something Henry didn't and Henry wasn't happy. "Oh no your driver brought her here..Been in that room for just under twenty minuets...I wonder how much faith you have in her" Henry jumped up swearing loudly "Fuck you!" the officer smiled at him "Right well that’s all we needed today Mr Cavill your free to go we will be in touch" Henry was quick to stalk out of the room wanting to get to Luke asap he stopped short as you were escorted out of the room next to him a female officer patting your shoulder. "That’s all miss Y/L/N thank you for your cooperation..We will be in touch if we need anything else" Henry froze his blood ran cold as he watched you move away from the officer you turned and lit up.You little Bitch

You were escorted into a room sitting down with another woman a kind looking woman. She was down giving a convincing smile but you didn't buy it they wanted you to throw Henry under the bus. She offered you a drink but you refused and took a seat instead. "Now..Miss y/l/n we are going to just ask you some questions today about last night? Okay? And if...If there is anything anything at all that you want to let us know we will listen...We have...Ways to keep you safe...Okay?" You nodded deciding it'd be best to play meek little woman for the time being. "Right did you see Stephan last night?" wow she wasn't wasting any time was she? you nodded no point in beating around the bush you wanted this over. "Yes I did" she moved shuffling her papers getting ready for some juicey info no doubt. "Can you tell me about that? What happened?" "He came to the restaurant...Must have followed us there wanted me to take him back, groveling really I said no" she nodded writing down your answer "And by us you mean you and?" "Henry..Me and Henry were having a date night somehow Stephan found out and got in, he wanted me to go back to him...He is my ex and can't move on...He was escorted out after I told him to leave...I don't want to see her again" she hummed writing down everything you said. "So Henry is your boyfriend?" and here we go, twisting the topic trying to find out as much on Henry, last nights incident a ruse to get you in here, just as you expected. You fluttered your lashes like a woman in love, excited and happy you didn't want her to know you knew what she was up to. "Yes! we have been together for a few months...Its serious..Think he might be the one! But Stephan is bitter over it, he doesn't like Henry would do and say anything to split us apart...Stephan and I ended on a bad note" she nodded fraighning a sympathetic look she didn't really give a fuck she wanted dirt on Henry. "A difficult break up?" you shook your head at her this was not going to fall on you! "Sudden...I he had been lying to me and using me I found out and left he wasn't happy...He followed me about scared me then one day he saw me with Henry and I was happy and he got worse" she quickly scribbled down a few more sentences. "And you said you'd been with Henry for a few months...Does that have anything to do with your disappearance?" You faltered heart pounding away did you? Should you? Your mouth went dry.This was it...the moment you could...you frowned should you do it? You came here to get him out, you had no real reason to protect him or give him loyalty.? Accept you loved him...Did you? Was it real this time....There was a painful jab that hit your chest when you thought about never seeing the beautiful man again, it was fleeting but it solidified our resolve. As you opened your mouth to answer she spoke quickly trying to sway your decision. She moved placing a hand on yours on the desk. "Y/n? Are you okay? You can tell me...We can help you" you blinked and slipped your hand back and down into your lap. "No I'm fine I-I was hiding from Stephan... I knew he wouldn't stop bugging me, looking for me and Henry he offered me a place to stay and I've been there ever since we...We fell in love and that was it..." you took a deep breath she didn't believe you but she couldn't discredit you. "So you live with Mr Cavill consensually? Of your own free will?" "Yes I do...I love him..." her face went tight and twitched she wasn't happy. She quickly changed her tone sounding a little snippy with you. "And why now? Why come out here now?" "Because Stephan is trying to ruin my happiness... As far as he is concerned if he can't have me no one can...I'm not sure what he is accusing Henry of...But he didn't do it he was with me all night" she perked up at that looking at you intently "All night? are you sure that he didn't slip away? For ten? fifteen minuets?" you shook you head at her giggling a little. "No he didn't, I'm never left alone when we play" she faltered not understanding what you meant. Good, this will make for an awkward conversation that she will want to end. "Play?"  you smiled blushing a little at her and shifted in your seat. "We have a particular interests... But I can tell you he was with me last night...We had a very intense night" that made her even more confused...And you thought you were being pretty clear so shes either innocent or just fucking dumb! "I don't understand? I'm afraid we need more then that...We need a reason" You looked around the room sighing fuck, fuck fuck! Your gaze traveled back to her your eyes squinted she was pissing you off. "I err...Its embarrassing" you went silent for a few moments looking to your lap picking at your skirt your confidence draining did they need to know...but it was the truth. "Everything is confidential? Right...just-just you and me no one else?" She lightened up sitting a little straighter in her seat thinking you’d changed your mind and was about to tell all.

"Yes, yes of course no one, not even Mr Cavill will know what has been said in here, this is a safe space for you y/n I promise" you blinked and let out a breath "Henry and I we...are into kinky sex...Bdsm...We had a very long and intense BDSM session last night Henry doesn't leave the room when I'm tied up incase things go wrong that's how I know he didn't do anything we were at it most of the night" you watched the woman flush as you spelled it all out for her and make her embarrassed you smirked a little happy that she now felt just as uncomfortable as you did. You knew that face though, she was picturing him naked...You can't blame her for getting all flustered your daddy was a fine specimen~ "So he didn't leave the room?" you bit your lip to stop your giggles when she spoke trying to salvage herself and be professional and finish the interveiw. But instead of making her squirm any more then she obviously was you spoke. "No he didn't" "Not even after you fell asleep? How can you be sure?"" wow this bitch was persistent! You stopped for a moment pausing...Why are you so sure? How could you know for certain that he didn't leave? think! think! she smirked leaning back thinking she had you but suddenly there was an idea out of nowhere and you blurted it out...This will fucking show her! "He fell asleep with his cock in me...Henry is...Large as I'm sure you can imagine...If he had pulled out I'd have woken up.....Now is that all?" You sat smug as she stuttered over her words shaking her head and swallowed dryly. Thats it bitch suck it up Daddy is coming home. "Err yes... Well just to clarify you and Henry were together all night .And you disappeared because you had a bad break up with Stephan and felt unsafe...Y ou moved in with Mr Cavill; of your own free will, and this Stephan has been looking for you,  he found you last night and tried to reconcile?" You nodded as she read back the basics "And you refused him then Mr Cavill had him escorted out?" "No security escorted him out, it was reservation only and he was causing a scene then me and Henry finished our meal and went home where we both stayed all night can I go now?" She nodded placing her pen down "Right... You may need to testify in court if Henry does get charged, or new evidence comes to light" you smiled and nodded to her she was trying to get a reaction...Anything to use you'd give her nothing! She sighed scrunching her face sourly before speaking "I will take you off the missing persons list as well" you stood thanking her as she escorted you out of the room. You followed and looked down the hall at the sound of foot steps seeing a brooding Henry stalking towards you from the next room. Your face lit up as you saw him and the two officers in the hall watched tryingnto notice any little strange details. But you ignored them both.

Henry! he was okay! You smiled turning to him and ran he looked angry but in that moment you didn't care you were just happy to see your daddy unharmed...Not that you thought the police would touch him but you had your doubts. He returned your hug stiffly rubbing your back tucking into into the crook of your neck and whispered harshly in your ear "What the fuck are you doing here little girl?" You pulled back ignoring his anger for a second knowing the officers were still watching you closely. "Shut up and kiss me" you lunged forward catching him by surprise he quickly played along moving his lips against yours moaning kissing you deep putting on a show for the police... It worked as they cringed looking away. You pulled back slowly and gasped whispering quietly. "Are you alright?" "I'm fucking livid! You are in so much trouble you have no idea whats in store for you little girl now move it!" You gasped looking up at him hurt why was he mad? Did he think you’d betrayed him? "Your..I thought you'd be happy to see me daddy... I came to help" he frowned and began walking down the hall ushering you out of the exit. "I didn't need your fucking help! I needed your obedience...You've made it worse no doubt! Just be quiet you've done enough!" You whined as he marched you to the car opening the door for you letting you climb in, you turned to him as he went to shut the door. "H-Henry please I was-" he raise a hand pointing a shaking finger at you trying to curb his anger and slapped a hand harshly on the roof of the car hissing at you. "Enough! ....E-fucking-nough!  Not a word!...You hear me?! not a single fucking peep! I'm so angry with you!" You flinched leaning back looking like a kicked puppy, why wont he listen? Why isn't he giving you a chance to explain? You had to try you moved looking up blinking away the tears blurring your eyes. "But daddy-?" He growled and leaned into the car pushing you to sit properly shoving and twisting you to face forward showing restraint he didn't want to hurt you yet. "What did I just say? Not a word! I don't want to hear a peep out of you! Not a whine whimper or sigh! You will wait until daddy wants to talk to you and not a second before!" You whimpered looking down trembling your bones shaking under the force of your fear ,he slammed the car door with an angry grunt and stalked around the back of the land rover getting in sitting next to you. He shut the door bringing a hand up to his face rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh he had a head ache coming. He cast you a severe look "Stop it...Little one stop your sniveling you know I wanted you at home....Put your seat belt on...Put it on now!" you ignored him to upset to really register what he said you just shivered replaying his dark angry tone controlled...Barely had you fucked up? you squeaked as he swore and lean’t across you tugging the seat belt and clipped it in harshly "Put your fucking seat belt on and stop fucking crying!" he moved tilting your head to face him, you jerked back at the cold fury lurking in his eyes. "Just wait until we get home!" you whined and quickly covered your mouth in panic not meaning to make a sound you were trying to e a good girl but it was hard when you felt so put out.

The ride home was quiet you glared out of the window feeling put out. You just wanted to help. Henry sat next to you his fist at his side on the seat you turned feeling more upset by the second. You shuffled forward to him but he didn't look at you just glowered out the window. You looked down, you shouldn't have let Luke get to you, you sniffled wiping at your eyes in vain as tears began to fall. Henry tutted at you as you cried quietly.Luke finally pulled into the garage and got out he looked back noticing that neither of you were moving. "Drop the keys and fuck off out..Everyone I want the house to myself now get fucked!" Luke sighed and nodded dropping the keys on the back seat between you and left quickly without a word. You both sat there in silence for a few seconds you were to afraid to move and Henry was to angry. He was fuming you, how? How could you go in there and tell them anything? Did you? was he wrong about you? He loved you so much, had he been blind sided? He spared you a glance it broke his heart seeing you so upset but, he was just to angry with you. He wanted to know what was said. The flicked his gaze over to where Luke had disappeared to. That was another question, the officer said Luke had brought you there. So just what the fuck was he playing at? Had you and Luke settled your differences to frame him? Or was there something more... Did you like Luke? Was he fucking you behind Henry’s back? All these thoughts raced around his head making him angrier by the second. He couldn't stand it anymore. Henry’s dark voice made you jump when he finally spoke "You embarrassed yourself today and you embarrassed me...I'm very disappointed in you and very very angry" You froze as he said this looking to him, even in this intimidating state  you couldn't help admire him, he was just to perfect to handsome and strong. His jaw twitched flexing the muscles in his shoulders and neck, his eyes had become a dark royal blue fury blurring the normally bright irises. You took a deep breath before trying to do some damage control. "I-I'm sorry I just thought-" Henry snapped his head to you and sneered menacingly, he looked like a bully like a cruel man...He looked like a mob boss all cold and fierce. "You thought what? That I needed you? That you had to come and save me? They had nothing until you opened you stupid fucking mouth!" You flinched whimpering shrinking back into your shoulders you couldn't find any words that could help calm him down but nothing you thought of would help. "I-I didn't mean to... I'm sorry" "You fucking better be little girl! Let me make something abundantly clear to you...Last night was wonderful! A step in the right direction....But nothing has fucking changed...Absolutely nothing you are not my equal! You are not even fucking close, your a baby girl, my a pet, my little fuck toy! And you have got a hell of a long way to go before I think of you as anything more then that...You just want to hope that these charges are dropped!" His word hit you hard, the most spiteful thing he'd ever said to you. You gulped trying to brush off the hurtful comments, telling yourself they were said in anger. But the damage was done, it felt like a hot poker jammed in your windpipe hitting you with a crushing force...Nothing had changed? Last night this morning? It had meant everything to you and...Nothing to him just another game, just another round in this whole shit fest you hiccuped through your quiet sobs. "Daddy I just wanted-" he growled at you flexing his fingers as he snapped at you again throwing his arms out in anger slapping the leather of the seats. "Oh I know what you wanted and for your sake I hope you fucking chickened out or you have got hell to pay!" you looked to him wide eyed did he really think you'd rat him out? that you'd leave the station with him if you'd told them everything? "I didn't tell them about...I just said last night you were with me and that Stephan came to the restaurant..That’s all" "That’s all you better have said little girl! You better be telling the truth and trust me I will have a copy of your statement by the end of the week and if your lying things are going to get very very unpleasant for you... So if I was you I'd think long and hard about what you need to tell daddy" you blinked up at him trembling his voice was tight and firm, low he had that terrifying calm and collected anger...You-almost felt impersonal...It sounded like when he spoke to Fletcher, even though he called you by your pet name you felt like you'd stopped being his little girl and was now just business, something he had to put up with, rather then something he cherished. The thought of losing him despite lying for him made you cry harder you still tried keeping your sobs quiet wanting to still be his good girl, he told you to be quiet and you couldn't even do that! You just felt so bad. He was angry so so angry your stomach twisted you were scared, scared of what he was going to do when you get upstairs, scared of what the police would do if they would try to use you against him? But most of all you were scared that in some stupid miscalculation you'd just destroyed the relationship you had with this awfully addictive man. You panicked apart of you debating whether you should run but you stayed looking down ready to face what ever Henry was going to throw at you this time however you felt like you deserved it...You'd take anything he through at you and once his anger had settled and you proved how sorry you was you could explain, what you said why you were there...Tell him about Luke and how he had tricked you and put you on the spot. After that all you could do was hope he would believe you. You'd be his good girl until he forgave you....If he ever did. "Now go wait in the office daddy has to get a few things...Wait in the corner hands on your head" you trembled again and moved slowly unbuckling the seat belt, you gave him one last pleading look but he wasn't looking at you instead he was fiddling with the car keys luck had left on the seat. You were distraught he really wasn't even going to let you explain? He was just going to punish you? You jumped out of the car then ran up the stairs into the house crying your heart out as you realized that maybe you truly meant nothing to him? that this man who you fell in love with was just toying with you and was going to throw you away once he was bored.

You cried the entire time standing in the corner your hands twisting the sleeves of Henry's sweater nervously as you had them placed on the top of your head, one slipped down occasionally to wipe your face. You were on edge terrified...What if he getting the ginger out again? the thought made you bottom clench painfully.... What if he had something worse? you shuddered at the thought was there worse? you shook the trembles making you panic and struggle to keep your breathing steady hiccuping and freaking out but you stayed standing as still as you could, you wanted to be good, you'd take everything he decided you needed then...Then what? would things be as good as they was this morning? Even though it wasn't real and he didn't mean it... Another wave of tears started and you coughed wiping your eyes and nose not wanting to be a snotty mess when he came up here. Thankfully or... Regrettably? You wasn't alone too long maybe twenty minutes or so Henry came into the office, you didn't peek you didn't want to. You heard a few items being moved and closed your eyes pressing you forehead to the wall sobbing louder. Henry turned snapping his fingers at you in warning. "Hey!...That’s enough you knew what you'd get...Now stop your pathetic crying you don't have a reason to yet little girl..." you took a deep shaking gasp biting your lip trying to curb your almost hysterical crying long high whines still crept front you against your will. You heard rattling and something being spread out over the sofa and something like a pot being place on the hard wood floor. He was calm it seemed ,well he wasn't slamming things. It wasn’t long before he came up behind you you shook knees knocking as he stood right close, his thighs skimming your ass you took a deep breath closing your eyes you dared not even breath! Henry shushed you moving your hair back combing it with his fingers gently until it was all behind you then pulled it into a ponytail still hushing you. The soft words and slow fingers did nothing to calm you, it made you anxious he was preparing you for something. "Hush now...Calm down pet, that’’s it good girl...Now you know daddy doesn't like to hurt you...No no no he doesn't but when you are naughty; and you have been very naughty he has to correct you...doesn't he pet?" The words were slow and collected a deep voice made deeper by his mood it was a tone that commanded obedience and the power to sway ones opinion with clever words. You jumped whimpering when he moved his hands from your now secure hair drawing faint lines down your back placing his large palm to your lower back then drew his hand down to the hem of his sweater that drowned you. "Today you will learn to mind me~ learn that when I put you somewhere,  when I tell you to stay you will stay there until I call you or collect you." He bite his lip at your tremble as much as he hated scaring you and much as he knew what he was about to do would most likely set you back a week or so he couldn't help be aroused by our fear. It did delicious things to you, your whole body trembled goosebumps rose across the plains of your soft supple skin and your breathing became shallow, labored whines and mewls wrapped up in each soft pant...And your eyes stunning beautiful and deep made lighter when all glassy wet with tears. As much as he would love to see them right now he needed you to obey to prove yourself, be his good little baby. He needed to know he could trust you. He also needed prove a point. "You are a pretty little thing like this, so sweet and innocent...Naive, but very very stupid much like a doll pretty to look at but nothing behind the eyes" His words were a baritone growl but what frightened you was you sounded like a thing...Not a person, he had always called you baby girl, little one..Pet but never, he had never objectified you like that before you were never just a thing. Never a doll, dolls were objects, things they were lifeless.The word coiled tight digging its way into your chest biting and ripping making you sob and panic. "Did you think daddy would let this go?..." he moved pulling the sweater higher drawing out gosebumps as he went, you were naked below no vests or bra...You didn't need them you were meant to be indoors all day. He growled when you didn't answer and tugged the sweater harshly slipping it through your fingers and dumped it carelessly on the floor. He grabbed your neck making you squeak and shake your head but fought the urge to grab him moving your hands back into position, planted firmly on your crown fingers interlocked and digging into each other. His fingers dug into your neck slowly cutting off your airway. He moved his face closer grunting in your ear a viscous whisper the words sharp and taunting. "Answer me princess! Did you think I'd let your naughtiness go? That I'd fucking let you get away with being such a back stabbing little cunt!?" You yelped as he shook you harshly you had to shift your feet to keep from tripping over your feet as his brute strength almost pulled you off your feet. But hearing a pet name did make you feel better not much but you were almost sure he wasn't going to kill you, which in your eyes became a real possibility when he sent everyone away. "No-o! No da-daddy I DIDN'T-I..I DONT DADDY PLEASE I'M SORRY PLEASE I DIDNT TELL THEM I SWEAR! PLEASE DONT-" you curled down sobbing louder fighting the urge to move, to turn and clutch at him all you wanted was in that moment was him. For him to reassure you, but what you got was biting words as he snapped at you. "Enough! Your getting what you deserve! Think you can best me do you? Well daddy has ways of keeping his little girl in line! You are mine! You hear me? Mine your mind body and soul belong you me!" In his rant he had released your neck all but ripped your skirt off and froze snarling. You did to knowing he had seen the panties you'd stupidly forgot to kick off when you came up here. "What are those?..." you went to twist to look at him but he snapped his fingers at you with a growl making you snap back up straight looking at the wall. Henry shook his head, had you been allowed to look at him you’d have seen his blue eyes blazing with disbelief and glee? Like he was happy he had another thing to punish you for. Despite what he said about not wanting to punish you he did, in his mind there was nothing better then punishing a naughty pet. He licked his bottom lip and pointed at the thin cotton, then snapped his head up? When he didn't say anything more you did turn tilting your head around and down to peek at the offending undies. "No don't fucking look at me! I asked you a question! Get your nose in the corner! What are these?" He moved a hand to sit on your covered ass and pinched the fabric you hissed as he caught a tiny bit of skin and whined jumping forward. "I..D-daddy please! I'm sorry" you jumped when he moved swiftly landing a hot slap to your bottom more followed heating your cheeks quickly making you squirm and jump trying to stand still yet wanting to throw yourself tighter into the corner to escape his palm. The tutted at your twisting hips and grabbed them in bot hands jolting you back to stand straight. "Keep your ass still! Now what are they? Hmm because they look like a pair of big girl panties on a little baby!...now what are they? You better start talking little girl!" He gave a few more strikes to your tender bottom then smoothed his hand over the cheeks smiling at the pink marks that frames the tiny undies, you bounced on your tip toes hissing and yipping at the light burn.

"P-panties! P-PANTIES I'M SORRY!please please daddy I'm sorry daddy" he tutted at you and pulled the elastic around one of the leg holes and plucked it stretching it letting it snap back making you yelp louder as it left a strip on your already sore bottom. He smiled at the cute sound. He wasn't to angry now,  he hadn't been since he took a quick breather in your bedroom but he was annoyed in fact he was having fun. He wouldn't be touching you if he was truly angry but you didn't seem to know that, and you didn't need to know either your fear would make his punishment sink in. "And what the fuck are they doing concealing that little cunt from me? Huh? What have I said about them?" His voice was almost teasing daring you to play up ,to ignore him and answer him. He plucked at them again letting it snap back painfully in the same spot as before making the tiny red welt raise throbbing. "I'm n-not allo-wed th-them o-on daddy" you shook trying to catch your beath your ass already alight and stinging the nerves warmed by his impossibly hard palm. "That’s right but if you want them on? fine you get to fucking keep them on!" He moved forward quicker than you could react fisting his hand in the back of the panties and pulled them high. You screamed moving your hands to the wall in front of you trying to stabilize  yourself. You screeched high and loud as he lifted you up by them, your weight falling into the gusset the undies crushing painfully on your cunt slipping violently between your lips then went back. It hurt as the thin cotton disappeared up between your cheeks stinging and burning your insides from the friction. You felt like you were going to be split in half when he tugged higher your toes just skimming the floor but couldn't take any of your weight. "No-daddy please stop-it hurt's daddy!" He clicked his tongue and moved his hand that held your panties side to side rubbing on your little pucker making it throb painfully, you wasn't sure what was worse the panties crushing your mound and clit or the burn of your panties rubbing the sensitive skin on the inside of your cheeks. "Kick off your shoes" you obeyed hoping he would let you down afterwards, quickly flicking the shoes off but he didn't let you down he held you there making you wince and cry out in pain panting and hissing through your teeth fat tears streamed from your squinted eyes. "This is what happens, daddy doesn't want to have to go over this with you again, if he does I will hang you up by them on the coat pegs in the foyer for everyone to see a naughty baby's cunny get its just deserts" he threatened in a deep voice sending chills down your spine. You nodded agreeing to anything if it will make him set you down. You panted taking deep breaths between your whines and pleas slapping at the wall. Trying to stop your feet from scrabbling around for purchase, each movement made your weight rock on the uncomfortable hold he had. Henry smirked and lowered you slowly and sighed at he let your feet got back to the floor he held your panties taught still. "You will not wear these again without permission if you do I'm going display you and then give you the injection and you will have no need to have any panties at all ever understand?" You nodded crying into your hands just thankful you wasn't still being held up by your ass.

Henry smiled and let go, good now that was out of the way he could move on. He captured your hands at they crept back to peel the cotton from its wedgie position he slapped them just clipping your hands with his fingers creating a swift sting. "Leave it you wanted them on remember now face me and keep those hands on your head" you turned whimpering hands back on your head. Your stomach dropp at what he was holding, an adult pacifier locking into the center of a long lilac piece of leather. You cringed shaking your head as him whining. "Nooo! no ple-please daddy I'm not-I'm not a baby please!?" He just tilted his head at you as if to say 'really?' And moved forward holding the nub at your mouth the kept your mouth shut tight but he just huffed at your reluctance.

"Open or I will open it for you, you need to be reminded that your not a big girl...But you don't want to be a little girl either it seems so now you are a baby; my baby now open your mouth" you mewled and opened up a tiny bit not really sure you wanted to see how he'd open it for you. "Good girl~ You see daddy has decided you have spoken quiet enough for one day pet he doesn't want to hear you~" Henry smiled a wicked grin nodding to you and forced the large nuk into your mouth he chuckled watching you cringe as you got your first taste of the rubber, he chose this particular  pacifier because of its size, large with an orthopedic tip that flattened out. It would pin your tongue down keeping your voice muffled and you'd sound just like a cute little baby girl! He gave a lopsided grin as he secured the gag around the back of your head watching you carefully as you eyes widened, ah there it was you really were getting a taste now. But the other plus with the tips size was it held quite a lot of fluid. You’d find in a few moments that the tip wasn't meant to be a murky golden color oh no.

That was the watered down vinegar and bitter lemon mix, not strong enough to burn your tongue but it tasted vile and the pin prick hole on the bottom would drip feed the concoction onto your taste buds, a fitting punishment for a tattle tale he thought.

"You will learn to keep your mouth shut after this pet" You pouted around the rubber in your mouth unused to the feel of your tongue being so restricted. Your eyes snapped open as you could taste something, sour and bitter it was...disgusting you whined shaking your head and gagged again as the bitter taste got worse you moved your tongue trying to escape the awful taste but soon found it was coming from the trapped rubber teet....It was being drip fed into your mouth coating your tongue. You spat trying to spit it out but is was to late as Henry had made sure it was firmly wedged between your teeth. "There she is just a little baby...A little naughty baby now go kneel on the sofa and put your head on the seat...Off you go... go on shoo" You cringed as he patted your bottom as the waddled slowly making your way over to the leather suite. It was slow going taking baby steps as each step made your ass and pussy rub against the trapped cotton. Henry didn't seem to mind trailing behind you probably admiring the view.

The journey was painful and pleasant all in one confusing messy of sensations, the thin fabric had slipped either side of your clit and pinned it tight to your pubic bone your steps made it move, the undies massaging the little bud from either side. By the time you got to the sofa you wasn't sure if the throbbing was from pain or not. You whined uncomfortably as you got into position slowly praying that he couldn't see the slight we spot you knew you left on the cotton, your pussy weeping slowly becoming needy. You tipped your head placing your forehead on the seat and looked at your legs. You squeaked as he came over and spread your knees so you could see him standing there just behind you. You whimpered embarrassed by having your undies still stuck so far up your hiney bending over had just made the material press tighter on your pussy your clit felt bruised throbbing and alive. Through the pain and humiliation you felt it, your arousal body coming to life under his harsh treatment. The beginnings of humiliation on a completely different level, you bit your lip trying to will away the sensations but it was hard. You turned your face to the side and wept. "Aww whats wrong little one I thought you wanted them on? You want daddy to take them off now baby girl?" He smoothed his hands over your back as he taunted you pulling at the loose fabric that hung over your lower back. "I-it hur-tss daddy! I'm my...Its ssore daddy Pl-pleasse take them off daddy pleasse" you begged around the bitter plastic in you mouth you flushed as your words came out distorted like a baby you had a lissp and just like a baby you were dribbling all over your chin you tried sucking it up but it just made more of the disgusting taste from the paci seep into your mouth closing your eyes as you wept quietly into the leather sofa "Aww baby whats sore? Your little clit? Hmm is it pinching? Or is your pucker thats sore?" You bit your paci and nodded squirming and pressing back trying to ease the tension. "B-BO-FTH DADDY! BOFTH...it's ss-sore pleasse pleasse! I don't like it!" He smirked and moved his hands over your back then down chuckling as he went. You grimaced as he pried apart your cheeks whistling low running his thumbs along the inner skin of your cheeks making you whine your holes twitching. Your pussy muscles coiling around itself empty and unsatisfied you groaned feeling another small rush of arousal coat the cloth stuffed against the wanton hole. "Ah ah! No chewing your pacifier~ if that nub comes off my little baby might swallow it and choke.....Now lets see about these panties....Oh my they have gone quite high haven't they baby?... Panties aren't as good an idea as you thought? Are they my little love?.... But no, daddy will not take them off yet. Your going to get your spanking with them right wear they are and when I do finally pull them off trust me you'll wish they were there to protect your little pucker." You sobbed shaking slapping at the leather weakly tears dripping down your face joining the spittal that covered your cheeks smearing around the guard of the pacifier. You peaked through your legs as he moved stepping back releasing your cheeks letting them snap back into place you hissed the action made the cotton move again clenching tight in instinct trying to push away the discomfort. Henry moved the few feet over the room to the implements he had brought down, he had chosen the most severe your punishment wouldn't be long, he could easily split skin with some of these. No it wouldn't be long but it would be effective, you will learn that pain is not the worse of punishments no, now humiliation that was a very effective tool. And to top it off he wasn't going to restrain you, you would hold position or he would start again. He smirked picking up his first choice, a tawse. Painful and biting it left deep red welts that lasted days you'd be a very sore baby. He would have to be careful no more then ten he ha decided this implement was very unforgiving and with the others he planned to use today he didn't want to over do it. You quivered staying as still as you could knowing that anything  you did out of turn would make him even angrier. You held your shuddering breaths cringing as you almost blew bubbles in your own saliva as he approched...What is that? What the fuck is that!? You almost jumped up when he stopped a breah away from you, the long strip was tucked out of sight but you knew what you saw that was a strap or-or a belt!

Henry could feel your panic and placed the tawse on your bare back letting you take a few guesses at what it was. You trembled panting panicking he frowned, he wanted you on edge, frightened not panicked and nearly passing out. He sighed and picked deciding it was best to ease some of your worries he moved it up letting it fall with a resounding slap on the leather by your side

"Look...Now this~ is your tawse but daddy will be calling it your strap, it stings and has a very nasty bite...you will get ten and then we will move on daddy has a few things he wants to make clear in this little correction, not everything is fixed with a spanking." You whimpered shifting as you turned to look at the long implement of your own doom. It was long about fourteen the fifteen inches long, about six of them was a flat sturdy handle the rest well, it was a strap long and flexible made of durable old leather. Despite looking old it was well maintained shiny like it had been oiled recently. The strap itself was two inches wide a small long v cut from the tip down to the handle, it'd swing faster. You couldn't explain the dread as he picked it up quickly looking between your legs seeing him ready himself.

"Count...You can do that cant you baby? Count to ten that’s how many daddy wants to give you... but its really up to you, being the big girl you tried to be daddy will let you decide....If you move-If you can't hold still then daddy will start all over~ So I should hope you do stay still as daddy doesn't want to be here all evening remember no biting that paci either~" you squirmed shuddering with new cries terrified.

You heard the movement, the swish as the strap cut through the air. Then he slap it was loud and sounded viscous...almost as viscous as it felt. You rocked forward and screamed high around the rubber the hit had been high on your rump and most hit the panties that gave no protection what so ever.

"Count Baby what was that?" You heaved deep breaths in shock of jus how bad that stung.

"One! It-I daddy I can’t pleassse Itss bad!" You sobbed digging your nails into the lather suite moving side to side.

"I’m sure it is but baby I can see your wet little pussy~ so it cant be to bad can it my love now ready? Daddy wants this over with, you have this and one more spanking and if your god daddy will make you feel better afterwards now straighten up the next few will be faster" you groaned catching your breath barely as he moved striking you in three quick consecutive slaps each lower then the one before. You called out the numbers two three and four screaming and bucking rocking wanting to get away but didn't want to start over, your cheek hotter than ever, the burn was extreme. You could feel the welts rise in an almost pins and needles tingle that remained. You kicked your foot up and through your hands back.

"No nonono DADDY PLEASSSEE I CANT STOP PLEASE" he simply moved your hands away.

"Well don't do the crime if you can't do the time...haha well that applies to you anyway...Now put those hands down...Now little one....In fact place them under your head...That’s it like that if I hit your fingers I could break one now you stay right there!"you whimpered putting your hands under your forehead as he waited he tugged the panties up a little more ad smiled

"Oh baby? Look a little wet spot? Are you excited? Its very cute that even when I’m spanking your naughty little bottom you still want me~" you whined as he peppered another four strikes up and down the legnth of your ass and thighs the same stinging lighting a fire on your skin.

"Noo Da-ddYYY SSTOP!" You cried harder almost choking on the pacifier. Humiliated that your pussy clenched with each hit making you cringe knowing he was looking, you could feel his eyes on it. You wailed as loud as you could with the rubber teet in your mouth every movement and sound making your mouth flood with the nasty taste that was still dribbling out onto your tongue making you cough as it went down your throat forcing you to swallow and suckle more out a nasty cycle. Henry grunted as you got louder kicking your feet before screaming as he landed another harder strike.

"Stop that noise this instant!! Honestly screaming the house down because you ended up having a well earned spanking....You know to damn well deserve it little one!" Henry's scold made you quiet down more out of fear of making him start again then actual obedience. "Two more than we are done with your strap... The final two fell and you sobbed into the leather below you adding to the puddle of dribble and tears that had formed already. He sighed rubbing your back moving his hand down to your still wedged undies and tugged slowly you sighed in relief as he pulled the trapped cotton from your ass quickly threading your legs out of the cotton with ease.

"Thank you, thank you daddy!" You sobbed Henry hissed a breath looking at your blistered ass the welts were bright and thin littering you ass in clean sweeps he could count the number of strikes he had dealt. He pressed a palm you them. You leand forward trying to rock away but he didn't let you instead rubbed softly barely grazing the strikes. "Tch Shh shh I know little one you are being a good girl... That’s it love all done see daddy hasn't got your strap now he put it away~....So so brave, brave little baby girl....But you need to learn your not Your not all grown up are you? Say it...come on tell daddy" you flushed at his words but moved to look up at him. He had nothing in his hand he moved to stand behind the sofa letting you sit up on your knees to see him.

"I'm a-a little gi-girl...A bad litt-le girl daddy!-I'm bad! I'm sorry!" He chuckled at the despair in your voice he moved forward kissing your head wiping at your tears he smiled when you moved nuzzling him sweetly trying to savor the affection. "No baby no your not bad...you were naughty and your nearly all finished...But daddy is happy that you understand your not grown up...Your not a big girl... you are a horny little one though whats all this?~" You shivered as he moved around you again holding out his hand glistening from the arousal on them. You flushed at him and moved your face away whining he chuckled wiling the fingers on your back and stepped away. "We will deal with that after this baby girl now spread your legs a bit wider...Come on now don't play up now when we are soo close to finishing my love...That’s it good girl I promise you behave just a little while longer and daddy will help with your little tingles" you flushed at the matter of fact way he had blurted it out. You spread your legs and not a few seconds later his hand appeared placing a small decorative bronze pot under your spread aching legs.

"Da-daddy? Whats? What are you-" you frowned as he disappeared from behind you making his way around the sofa as he spoke.

"Shh love this is just incase you make a mess you'll see now hold still you'll get ten on your little pucker and that's all your spankies out of the way and then we can move on, daddy will give you a little reward for being such a sweet baby and doing as your told and you can tell daddy exactly how you betrayed him~" you looked up at him over the back of the sofa blinking at him then frowned not sure you heard him, he was going to strike your actual asshole? He couldn't mean it could he? You shifted your eye to the long slim crop knowing he definitely meant it. You panicked as shifted starting to plead with him not wanting to go through something that sounded to painful. "NO NO PLE-PLEASE DA-DADDY I DONT WANT- I'D NEVER-" You jolted but he was ready quick to capture your jaw and pull you towards him and the back off the sofa straddling the bronze pot. "Oh no little one...Daddy has to know to teach you a lesson because daddy loves you...He loves his little one so much...And because I love you I have to teach you these hard lessons...Its for your own good" You moved back but he moved holding your jaw lightly moving tucking the tip of his thumb under the pacifier sheild running over your wet lip pressing up ton the tiny sliver of teet you whined as he action squirted the last few drops of the nasty mixture from it onto your tongue he smiled and shushed you. "That's it baby I know...I know its scary but I'm not going to be to hard on you..I promise just this then your punishment is over and you can have a reward for being such a good girl...Does that sound nice yeah?...Yes I know and we can get this icky paci out and clean you up" You moaned pitifully nodding resigning yourself to his final punishment praying he kept his word and wouldn't hit you as hard as he had with the tawse you don't think you could stand it

"That’s it good girl stay down...Your being so good, such a good girl just ten baby girl and you wont have to count...That’s it back down stay still"you crouched down he wasted no time swinging the crop making the end flick across your ass just clipping he tight ring of muscle, you could tel it was more of a wrist flick than a full blown swing but it was enough. You jolted up again trying to close your legs but couldn't with the bowl sat between them. Henry sighed capturing the back of your neck and pressed down keeping you bent your head on the back of the seat.

"Stay still love nine more...Just nine then its all over" you shook your head at him heaving deep breaths groaning and mewling as your ass burned that was torture you never realize just how tender it could be you felt the ring of muscle contracting against the sting that lingered.

"Now now you asked for this~ you disobeyed your daddy...I did warn you last time I had gone easy on you this time you are not as lucky now nine more" he moved quickly flicking the crop across your pucker then moved making it curl around to your front. You whined bucking away terror struck you as you quickly felt the need to go  realizing suddenly why he had placed the bowl under you, it wasn't a bowl it was a chamber pot, you shook as he struck the same way again making that terrible feeling grow you couldn't even protest. A harder strike landed just on your pucker then another even harder well placed strike. You cringed trying desperately to hold it but it was difficult each strike made you buck and tense your stomach contracting placing more pressure on your bladder. One final vicious sounding snap of the crop was all it took you cried out sobbing loudly as you began peeing into the pot below you.

Henry stopped at the sound mission accomplished. He wanted to show you how much of a little girl you really were, to humiliate you and show you just how small you were and how much control he could have over you if he wanted. He grinned looking down as you sobbed embarrassed and heart broken he moved tilting your head up to face him, eye contact was key here you couldn't forget he was here watching listening he shook his head tutting. "Oh whats this? Oh I thought you were daddy’s big girl? I thought you wanted to be a big girl from the way you went and spoke to those officers....Daddy thought his little girl was all grown up! And could handle her spanking?....But no your not a big girl are you? Big girls don't wet themselves" you cried out in pain and humiliation as once the trickle started you couldn't stop, you cringed looking down as your peed into the small chamber pot he had tucked below you. You squinted your eyes shut trying to remove yourself wanting to ignore your surroundings but it was hard you could hear your humiliation as you continued to empty your bladder into the pot. Henry smiled at your discomfort he knew this would happen, fuck he planned for it to happen many subs couldn't handle there bladders when struck so precise on their little pucker's... Especially on their firs asshole whipping. "Oh baby look you must really needed to go? no self control at all huh baby...Maybe your not a little girl? maybe you are a baby?" you pouted and whined shaking your head and gagged again as the bitter taste was still being drip fed into your mouth coating your tongue this was something altogether different just knowing he saw you peeing was mortifying a punishment in itself, you cried out pitifully. "See! Your just a silly little baby can't even ask to use the potty~ such an embarrassing little girl!...Hold on daddy has some we wipes to clean up his little one stay" you shuddered sniffling in and whining when you left him come back behind you taking away the now quater full chamber pot. You hissed as he moved a cool wet wipe over your folds but he didn't top there moving up and down cleaning your arousal from your labia making sure to be thorough. "Oh sweety that was only seven! But you did have an accident so daddy will let you off the other three... wouldn't want you to wet yourself again would we?" You sniffled ashamed nodding as he Continued to wipe around your privates then threw the wipes away out of sight. And walked back behind his desk taking a seat deciding to give you a few moments smiling when you stayed perfectly still. A good obedient girl who knew her place, waiting for him to give the okay for you to move. As it should be.

Henry twisted in the seat staring at your down turned head the way you curled up on the sofa embarrassed and heartbroken you were a very sorry little girl as you should be!. He rolled his fingers flexing them leaning his elbow on the desk watching your body shudder from the shock of his rough punishment...A part of him...A very cruel sinister part wanted to leave you there alone in your despair to deal with the aftermath by yourself. Make you beg him, realize you needed not just his love and his comfort  but also his permission...But he couldn't, he loved you despite what you'd done, despite how hard you'd just made things he couldn't leave you alone in this state no self respecting daddy forgoes aftercare not even for the worst offenses.Sighing he rounded his desk pouring himself a scotch he felt better but was still on edge. Once the crystal tumbler was half full he walked to the leather sofa placing it on the table beside it stepping over the chamber pot he'd covered and left by the desk out of sight. You shivered and whined hoarsely as he shifted you ,you wriggled wanting to be left alone but he wouldn't let you.You wept sorrowfully as he patted your bottom again and tipped you up sitting on the sofa beside you quickly seating you on his thick thighs you hissed at the friction of your welts on his soft trousers hiccuping. He tilted you bak a little one arm around your back holding one of your arms drawing small circles on your skin pulling goosebumps. One hand unbuckled the pacifier letting it fall to the floor and he wiped across your mouth cleaning you up with his disguarded sweater you'd been wearing. "Shush...That's it such a good girl its all over now all over love now can daddy have a peek? I know I caught your little pussy my love let me see....Come on baby girl open up... That’s it good baby" you let him pry your thighs apart the hand that was on your arm now holding your still quivering thigh. You blushed and whined when he lowered his head to look. Henry bit his lip he really had caught you, no wonder you were squirming and crying as you were. You were red and swollen, the hood of your clit supported a red outline of the crop. There was no cuts or grazes though which was good he moved his fingers prodding at you. Despite your wailing you had found some pleasure in the ordeal...He would have to explore this little masochistic side of yours at a later date for now he would reward your good behavior. "Not to bad darling, its not to bad a little pink but its hard to see around all your mess! Look huh? Your reward wont take long love" you shook your head trying to clamp your legs shut having had just about enough. He chuckled as you tried fighting his hold. "No no! Now come on baby...you earned it being so good for daddy and taking your punishment like a good little girl!" He maneuvered you holding you open you panted at him as you felt the cool air on both holes again. Your pussy was alive  twitching trying to find something to latch on to. You jolted when his other hand moved to you clit holding a standalone rabbit ear clit simulator,  it was tucked in his hand snugly. "No no ple-PLEASE IT'S SOOOORREE no no no no! I can’t da-daddy pleas i want a nap no nooo" he shook his head ignoring you and smiled placing the soft rubber to your erect throbbing clit and pressed it on you bucked yelping not realizing just how aroused you were it must have been lost in the stinging and heat! Only now just noticing the state you were in horny, hot, sweaty and panting. You rocked against his hand as he held the small powerful device a tight on you.He chuckled again kissing at your neck as you through your head back one hand fisted in his shirt the other on the wist prying you open for him. You whined curling up as he clicked it up a notch and made just the tips graze the tender hood of your clit. "AhAH NO-DADDY FUCK PLEASE fuckfuckfcuk NO IT HURTS DADDY TAKE IT OFF! IM NOT NOO!" You panted harder moaning letting your head fall back looking up at him moaning trying not to buck or grind as it hurt your stinging ass. "Thats a lot of adult words for such a sweet baby~" he taunted and began running the ears across your folds moving so you don't have to. He twisted his hand managing to somehow plunge three fingers in to you and balance the toy his thumb poised at the button.You grunted gasping mouth agape looking at him pitifully trying to chase your end that was building. You loved and hated the feeling all at once. His finger moved in individual rhythms twisting and curling this way and that stretching you. Drawing patterns on your insides avoiding that one spot he knew you needed him, you mewled quietly as he lowered his head mouth just above yours staring at your glazed eyes as he growled working your pussy for all its worth. He opened his mouth and laughed breathing you in.

"Come on love~ so good be a good girl and cum I know you want to~" you moaned and moved tucking your head in the crook of his neck as your walls clenched wanting to keep him inside as all costs. Your indies felt like they were being treated to a Pampering as his finger pads stroked them making your nerves buzz under his perfected ministrations. You mewled loudly into his eck as he finally relented twirling his fingers inside you rubbing your spot harshly forcing you to tighten around him you yelped and twitched curling your abdomen as you trembled his finger moving firmer and firmer circling and tapping as he thrusted into you the sloppy sounds made you flush and whine again gasping as your body shuddered uncontrollably you could feel it. Just with in your grasp! Our insides were hot and wet twisting around his fingers as they moved faster slapping the vibrator against your clit with each deep determined thrust.

"Ah AH AH FUCK-YES PLEASSSEE-I DADDY!?" you fisted your hands in shirt turning to clutch at him bucking trying to ride his fingers. Your ass burned and your insides twitched. You grinded faster grunting at him when he flicked the vibrator higher that was it! You burst comming undone on a loud moaming and withering. "DADDY!~ AH FUCK FUUUCK PLEASE DADDY UGH YES ITS -so good so-thank you thank you daddy I’m sorry! Im sorry I didn’t it wasn’t-" Henry just held you removing his now drenched fingers, youd cum hard. He could feel your body go slak cagainst him s oothing your hair back kissing your cheek and neck.

"Thats it my precious girl~...my good baby , perfect little one its all done....thats it all done my love so good" you wept into him eve rything catching up to you you hugged his neck breathing him in just hopeing he now forgave you, calmed down enough to listen not that you thought you could say much you were just to messed up. He held you for what felt like hours rocking and shushing you.

"I-Im sorry but I really didn’t tell on you daddy...I really didnt i wouldnt...I love it here...even when you...do this i feel good after...better" Henry held his breath for a few seconds and smiled. He kissed your head and wiped your tear stained face.

"Do-do you forgive me daddy?" Henry took a deep breath and didnt answer that made your heart clench your tears coming back how you had any left to cry was a mystery to you. You placed your hands over your face and sobbed. He didnt he still hated you, he would find out what you said and throw you out you just knew it!. Henry noticed his mistake to late as you broke down in his lap again, he moved to pull your hands away from your face but you jerked shrugging him off. He frowned and pulled this time using his strength removing your hands his blood ran cold at your devestated face. You struggled to make him releas you but he didnt only held you tighted "Now now little one shh its okay...i do forgive you i love you -hey enough of that don't be so stubborn...Daddy forgives you will make it better...Shh shh you took your punishment very well...Now come up sit up for daddy" you wept not believing him as he tilted you cradling you to him. You grabbed his shirt crying harder hiccupping still a sorry mess your body throbbed you were exhausted and your nerves were shot. And your mouth still had that vile bitter taste. "D-Daddy I'm-I'm sorry so-o sorry daddy please- don't leave! Dont throw me out please i dont i want tobe here with you! I didn't he told me to! He-he pushed me...told them I knew!" you babbled still frantic trying to calm down Henry rose a brow "What baby zIm not...is that what this is about oh honey im not going anywhere and im not getting rid of you love.....okay? Your here with me and everything is all better but i need you to tell me exactly what happened Who pushed you baby? Hey hey shush thats it baby doll who told you- what did they tell you?" You sniffled loo,ing at him for a few seconds and took some deep breaths still jnsure of where you stood but you had to talk, to help him you could fix this, you could. "L-Luke...He he sai-d that you needed m-me...That I wa-as going to prison with you!" Henry growled and you flinched away again but he was quick to console you stroking your hair you were still shivering and trembling...probably getting cold now. He moved pulling a small fluffy throw he kept in here for you and wrapped it around your shoulders concealing you completly in the heavy blanket. He rubbed your arm lightly trying to encourage you. He moved his drink to your lips. "Come on a small sip...Thats it good girl..haha oh I know its strong huh? shh thats it now daddy needs you to tell him what Luke said to you princess" you looked up at him and shook your head as another wave of tears started and you tuccked into him leaning your weight on him resting your head at his heart letting the soft thumping sooth you. "Hey hey its okay little one...You can tell daddy...Daddy isn't mad anymore he just wants to know what was said...You can do it your such a good baby...I need to know were you plotting against me?" You looked up at him through your tears shocked and gasping your heart shattered at the broken look on his face cracking his gaze was so defeated another wave of panic washed over you.No he can't you have to tell him! tears fell as you shook your head. "I-I didnt! I swear daddy I didn't say anything! They wanted me to make a statment..She recognized me! Luke told her daddy! I didn't have a choice-" Henry growled moving the drink to his mouth taking a long sip the plced it on the side table with a soft thump. Yhen with a loud intact of breath he began speaking irritated and exasperated. "And you know what? He wouldn't have if you'd been here at home like daddy told you! would he baby? noo you wouldnt have been in this situation now if you'd just been a good girl!" You wriggled back whimpering quivering at his dissapointed tone feeling scared and small. You clutched at him worried he was starting to get all wound up at you again. "Now..What else happened now that your calmed down I can make sense of it all" he lifted you perching you on his knees, for a second he smiled at you naked and quivering wrapped in the throw, your red tears stained face and guilty pouting expression made you look the part of a very well punished little girl. He moved his hands across you gently rubbing you trying to ease your tight acheing muscles. "I-I Luke..he said I'd need to be there!" Henry frowned "What did he say love? I don't think you'd fall for just that" "Af-after they took you away...Said you were going to prison...That I'd go to prison to....he said that they had something big and-and that I needed to make a statement, tell them about Stephan last night or you'd be put away...And-and to pay bail money!" He hummed tucking your hair behind your ears and froze moving his fingertips down your jaw lightly frowning. Bail money? "Bail money? baby I didn't need bail..They I wasn't arrested my sweet girl" "I didn't know that till he got me there! I didn't-please daddy he made me! He said I didn't have a choice! That you were arrested and if I didn't come pay the money I'd never see you again!..He scared me! he was mean! He called me names to making me cry- a-a sexy doll and slut! and-and when I was upset he started saying I'd go to prison to cos I'm your girlfreind! thats all that's why I came there! He said I had to...To save you!...That you needed me..."Henry eyed you carefully and tilted your face up again you were determined to avoid his gaze and he didn't like it. But then again he didn't like the fact he had jumped the gun and wailed on you before hearing you out you either. Yes he stood by his punishment....Well some of it you should have stayed here. But maybe you didn't deserve such humiliation, it was a god send you were now telling him everything after what he had just put you through. He motioned for you to continue wanting you to explain. "He-he wanted me to...Tell them...About how I got here...He didn't say it...But thats what he meant...and then he told the police i wanted to tell on you..i didnt i realized then and just wanted to wait in the car...Luke pushed me to go with her to that room" Henry hummed he believed you it wasnt hard, Luke wanted a way out, and the man didn't like you one bit hed have no qualms about sacrificing you to save his own skin. But it was risky pinning all his hopes on you and fucking stupid did he really think you wouldn't tell your daddy what luke had been up to? could Luke really be that stupid? Henry cursed watching the tears fall from your eyes and you trembled. "Please-please daddy you have to belive me I'd never- I don't want to leave...I don't want you to leave me daddy please..." though pitiful as your pleas did sound sincere henry felt a deep pit forming in his stomach. he had just put you through hell, he made you fucking piss yourself! and used the most painfull of his arsenal. He felt like a right cunt!

"Shh Shh it's alright baby...Daddy believes you daddy believes you baby girl....He frightened you into going in? So Luke's trying to set me up now? Along with Stephan heh... You sure your not going to join them pet?" He meant it as a joke but your reaction was instant You shook your head holding your tender neck smoothing your cool fingers over it. "No...Stephan wants me to go down to...Luke said he is bitter...Stephan knows I slept with you last night" you mumbled slowly wanting hims to believe you, you needed him to believe you, to understand you were helping him! He looked up confused he began rubbing the back of your neck his warm palm helping eamse. the pain his other hand rose and scratched your scalp slowly letting you move your head angling it to get his hand where you wanted it at the side of your head.   "What was that love?" you hummed twisting your head again as his strong fingers massaged your scalp harder in slow circles making your tension headache fade. You licked your lips before starting to explain to him what had been said. "Luke told me Stephan knows about us..That he was angry when they dropped him off..Was really mad- should I not have known daddy?" Henry cursed and chuckled shaking his head fucking unbelievable. You flinched as Henry moved collecting you in his arms again holding you tight kissing your head breathing you in.Henry was quickly starting piece everything together, it wasn't Stephan... Well not really it was Luke manipulating everone trying to play in a kings game!.  Your whimperes pulled him out of his thoughts and he spoke soothing you. "No it isn't that....Babygirl I just I know whats going on Luke told him about us...Luke provoked Stephan and You... He was using you both...He was counting on you telling them everything...I?- did you? Tell them everything?" you cringed at how uncertified he sounded he small his voice ended up being, it made you feel uncomfortable. You shook your head smileing at him shyly. "No-no daddy I didn't, I said that Stephan came to the restaurant, that he is an ex who can't get over me and has a grudge against you...And that I didn't go missing I found out Stephan was using me to left cos I was scared of him and you offered me a place to stay...And...And that I-I'm in love with you.." Henry blinked sighing flopping back into the seat with a sigh maybe you did help him then. If you could both make it out to be a jealous ex lover it'd explain your sudden disappearance and why Stephan was so determined to pin this on him. "Anything else? I need to know" you twiddled your fingers at him and nodded feeling slightly embarassed but you knew he had to know...It's just...how was he going to handle you telling the police about your sex life? you flushed just remebering it, it had been so fast you hadn't really tought about the fact they now knew that you got tied up and spanked. Henry furrowed his brows at you as he watched you go pink...What the fuck had you said? "Th-they want me to testify... About Stephan....They took the statement about what happened last night...And after that she- the lady tried to say you'd have done..What ever they think you did, once we got home I said you couldn't have cos...Well you never leave me alone in a scene...She didn't understand so I had to tell her...A-About the err BDSM thingy... She carried on saying youd have left when i was asleep and ...I had to say something...So I told her...I said that you couldn't have slipped away during the night cos err... well i kind of said you slept erm in-inside me so...I'd know if you...yeah" Henry grunted trying to bite back a chuckle as you flushed brighter. "Cockwarming? Thanks for that....How'd you even? Do you? Do you want to try that baby doll? Want daddy to keep you full all night?" you flushed brighter he chuckled relaxing feeling much better he didn't think you had dropped him in it..Not yet anyway but he would have to keep you on a very short leash they would take this to court its the closest they have come to getting him. he sighed into your hair kissing your head again, you hadn't handed him in, and Luke... Yes it made sense Luke would have known that he didn't need bail but you wouldn't, it would make sense to you you didn't know any better. Just that alone made him believe you. He moved forward making you squeak and hold him tight as he heaved you up in to his arms and stood moving the blanket to cover your form and keep you warm then made for the bedroom wanting to give you a shower and put you down for a bed. An early night was what you needed now after a day like today.

Henry smiled looking at you curled up in the bed, you'd been good letting him take control and look after you. You'd only whimpered when he was washing you as he moved across your swollen bruises and welts he'd left across you. He felt guilty but what's done is done.  He can't take it back no matter how much he wanted to, he tried making it up to you by lathering each and every mark with kisses as he massaged lotion into your damp skin afterwards, being careful to rub away your tension it was that; that had sent you off to sleep and somehow he had dressed you in fussy pajamas and tucked you in whilst you were in a deep sleep. He was happy even in his guilt, he would admit he jumped the gun but he now had a new target.

One that had no idea he was coming for him, one who had a very high price to pay, no one upset his baby girl, no one scared her. He couldn't tell if he was more angry over the fact Henry himself had missed the signs or if he was angry over the fact he had taken it out on his little girl before letting her explain.

Once he was sure you'd be safe and sound up here he moved to the side whistling in a high pitch through the house hearing the tapping of claws. Kal climbed the stairs panting happily making him smile at the bear. "Kal come on you lazy boy time to earn your keep...In" he motioned the dog to enter the bedroom with a flick of his head, the akita followed Henry's instructions and entered the room then turned to look at him as if to say 'now what?' Henry reached out ruffling his ears and scratched the dogs muzzle before moving cupping Kals chin making him look at him. "Now you look after your mother....You keep her safe boy understand?...Good now go give her snuggles she needs a bear hug" kal gave a quiet 'boof' then got up and pounce onto the bed curling up between you and the door making Henry grin before closing the door. Once in the hall he took a breath and locked the door, no one was getting in tonight. He did one final check making sure his knife and gun were both concealed once satisfied he pulled the tight fitting suit jacket around his abdomen and fastened the button then began walking,  his polished shoes echoing off the floor he tried to be well dressed when being out on business, he pulled his phone from his pocket as he made his way down the stairs. "Hello Liam how would you like a promotion? oh you would? great meet me down at Pearls..Bring Luke...Oh your there already? enjoying the new girls I take it?...Theres no need to thank me...And Luke's there to? Excellent Keep him there I will be with you very shortly!" he hung up grinning tonight was going to be very smooth and clean by the sounds of it. It was time to take care of a rat.

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[howlingday]

So just saw your stealth armour post and thought I might offer up the SPI (Semi-Powered Infiltration) armour from Halo that the Spartan III's use

"Talk!" He barked again, striking her across the face. She hissed at the pain, but only gave a glare as her answer. "You can't hold out forever. Once the Captain gets here, you'll sing like a canary!" He laughed at his own pun.

They always did.

To say the mission was a failure would be premature. Not too far from being true, but just a hair enough away to not call it quits just yet.

Blake's mission was simple: get in, take pictures, get out. A three step plan within a 3,000 yard, underground, paramilitary, terrorist base. Nothing Blake was unfamiliar with, but also not like her usual marks.

Getting in was easy, since they always put the juniors and rookies in charge of guarding the exterior. Her options were front gate, back gate, chimney, or waste disposal.

Front gate was the least guarded, but also whe the most experienced guards would be placed; the ones who recognized everyone.

The rooftop chimney was a solid option, so long as the furnace wasn't operational, and the billowing smoke she as she approached 1,000 yards away told her it was in-service. The last thing she needed was to slip down a chute into a literal Hell.

The waste disposal piping spewed steam and other fluids that at make her sensitive to Faunus noses at best, and steam-cooked meal for the Grimm at worst.

That left the back-door; an obvious choice many think to use, which was why it was also the most heavily guarded. As she scanned the back entrance, she saw supply trucks and shipping containers. There were eight guards in total; two at the personnel door, three patrolling the exterior, one in each of the two towers, and one patrolling the interior, moving between the containers. The trucks were all parked close to warehouse loading entrances, and the shipping containers stacked two high and about twenty feet of free space between each stack.

Blake watched the guards carefully, shifting her focus to each one through her binoculars. She was right to assume they were inexperienced. The two at the personnel door were laughing and palling around instead of standing guard. The one in the left tower was sleeping, and the other was on his radio, the smile and laughter from her mouth told Blake that this wasn't an actual report. The one wandering between the containers slumped against them as he patrolled, no doubt from being forced to patrol in the middle of the night against his sleep schedule. The three continued to dutifully patrol the exterior.

She nodded as she developed her plan. She knew she would have to improvise, but she planned for that as well. Worst come to worse, she'll Yang it. She slowly lifted herself off the ground from her prone position.

Knocking the back of her head into a shotgun muzzle.

One long, drawn-out, and overall futile struggle later, she was here: tied to a chair, brandishing a red mark on her face, and a surly captor standing in front of her.

"Who sent you?!" Said captor shouted. "Atlas? Menagerie? Where did you come from?!" Blake smirked. He didn't like that. She could tell by the way he hit her again. After this, she was going to need an ice pack. He growled as he waved his hand in front of him. He must have hit her cheek bone that time. "Screw it! The boss'll make you talk," he turned away, revealing a dog tail, "and if he doesn't, he'll definitely make you scream." He laughed as he walked through the door.

Blake sighed, then looked around her temporary cell; there was a glass mirror in front of her, though she doubted it was a one-way; a table against the right wall held a dossier that probably had her information in there; and a door to her left with no window.

This would be a challenge.

The door to her left opened, and the dog faunus entered again. He was holding a billy club, and wore a wicked smile on his face.

"Hey, kitty-cat!" His voice oozing venomous saccharine tone. "I just got some bad news. The boss says he'll be late, but don't worry, because he said to go ahead and start without him. I just gotta leave your pretty face untouched." He laughed as he lifted his Billy club, and Blake watched her reflection flinch and shut her eyes.

She opened them to the sounds of the Billy club, thunking against the stone floor and gurgling, and saw her captor levitating off the ground, clawing at an unseen pressure against his throat. She saw terror in his eyes, then nothing as his body went limp.

The body fell to the ground with a crash, and felt a blade to her throat, and an unknown force pulled down on her wrists, forcing her neck up. The would-be assassin phased into existence, revealing a gray suit of armor with a mirror bowl of a mask, and a long serrated dagger pressing on her carotid artery.

"Kunoichi," her new captor spoke, "One, six, four, three."

Blake strained to speak as his pulling on her wrists forced her shoulders back. They felt like they were going to pop out, but she growled as she spoke.

"She mewled under his titanic frame, her senses giving way to her blazing passion as her-"

"Alright, enough!" Blake was released from the suit's grip, breathing easier as the knife found a new purpose cutting the ropes binding her, before being sheathed. "Why do you have to make me read your smut before a mission?"

"It's not smut," she defended, "it's a passionate romance novel with suspense, action, and-"

"Hardcore BDSM. Seriously, I feel like taking a shower after reading some of that stuff."

"What about the other stuff?" Blake teased. The savior turned away, probably to save face.

She decided to ease off the teasing and get back to business. She approached the desk and quickly flipped through the dossier. From what she skimmed, these new White Fang members didn't have much information on her, only a few photos and even fewer accounts that were more akin to rumors and heresay. Bottom line: not what she was looking for.

"Huh," her phantom spoke as he peered over her shoulder. "I figured they would have gotten your good side."

Blake scowled. "When did you show up?"

"Just now. You just walked over to this table and- Oh, don't give me that look. You know, I'm only joking!" The scowl that deepened didn't recede. "I'm here as your back-up."

Blake raised an eyebrow at him. "And?"

"And also guinea pig for this new armor the doctor whipped up." Blake walked past him and examined the room as he continued. "It's a light-weight, photoreactive, camouflage-combat suit designed for infiltration missions."

"Does it come with a mute button?" Blake asked as she approached the mirror.

"Uh, no, it doesn't." Blake reeled back and punched the glass, revealing an empty room with video screens, microphones, and speakers. There was a door in the back, and it was swinging ajar.

"Then shut up." Blake ran through the door, chasing the footsteps she could hear in front of her. She didn't hear any footsteps behind her, so she turned her head to glance at her partner, who was following her by about ten feet behind her. She faced forward and continued chasing her quarry.

She turned the corner, where she came face to face with a rifle butt. She bent backwards to avoid the strike, the ambush failing to connect. She placed a hand in a claw position balanced her upper body on it. She then watched as her backup ran around her and shoved the guard into the wall as he attempted to defend himself with his own rifle, pressing it against his chest.

"Please, don't kill me!" Stealth-bot responded to his plea by pressing harder.

"Equipment! Now!"

"Down that hallway, first door on the right!" Pressure was relieved, but was doubly applied before he could sigh in relief.

"I came from that way." The guard began to sweat. "There was nothing in there but three guards and a kitchenette. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No! No, I swear to the Brothers!" The rifle body was slammed into his chest three times, taking a breath with each strike.

"SWEAR TO ME!"

"ON THE LEFT! IT'S ON THE LEFT!" The poor kid was crying now.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry." The interrogator let go of the rifle and stepped away.

"Fuck you!" The guard swung his rifle, aiming for the mirror face of his former captor. The rifle was caught midway and he was punched with enough force to launch him backwards, the impact into the concrete wall behind him knocking him unconscious.

"Your stealth could use some work." Blake criticized.

"Eh, I'm more of a ground fighter, anyways."

Blake hummed in acknowledgement, then looked down the corridor the guard pointed. Was that really the right direction? And why didn't he sound the alarm? Blake noticed there were no alarms activated in the interrogation viewing room, yet the button to activate the alarms was present. "Any guards coming?"

"Nope." The armored suit pressed a button in the back of his helmet, near the base of the skull, and a click was heard. The click was soft enough that it required her faunus ears to hear it. The helmet was removed, and Blake finally saw the face of her backup, and boyfriend, Jaune Arc.

"Brr! It's cold!" He said with a shake. "Feels nice, though. But there's no guards nearby. Wanna see? I gotta warn ya: it gets stuffy after a while."

Blake looked at the helmet staring at her, then to the man towering over her in his armor. This was the man she chose to give her heart to; the one she chose above all others to not only save her life, but die for her as well. She sighed as and donned the helmet as he shook the sweat from his hair. The faint, sour scent clung to the internal cushioning.

She looked down the hallway as the digital and holographic visor details came to life. In the bottom right corner was a map, complete with the base schematics and red dots; in the top left was just, "DISCONNECTED" in big, blocky words, fading in and out softly; in the bottom left was, "EMPTY" is the same size and font as the top left, but this one didn't fade.

"How do I activate the camouflage?"

"Oh, that's easy!" Jaune reached above her crown and pressed a button. Blake saw the world ripple for a moment, but nothing changed overall. She turned to her boyfriend to ask if there was a malfunction, but didn't speak once she saw his face.

His cheeks were puffed, his eyes teary, and a hand covered his mouth. She scowled at him. She probably looked ridiculous. She removed the helmet and handed it back. "Take it." Jaune felt around for the invisible orb that was his helmet, and after finding the hole, he donned it, causing his entire body to disappear with his head.

"Way to not lose your head, Blake!" Blake groaned at his pun work. Why were "blondes who think they're funny" her type? "Aw, cheer up! The mission is almost over. On my way here, I took pictures of their plans. Nothing too impressive."

Blake raised an eyebrow. He did her job? That's not good. Good for the mission, yes. Good for her reputation and credibility, no. "I still need my gear, then it's time for evac. Which way is out?"

"That way." Blake was silent for a few seconds until he caught on. With a click, Jaune reappeared in front of her, nervously chuckling. He then cleared his throat and pointed down the hallway they came from. "Uh, that way."

"Good." Blake nodded. "We know what way is out, then." She started walking down the other hallway to where the guard said earlier.

"Wait, are we really going to trust him? He could have been lying to me."

"No, he didn't. He was at first, but then he changed when you threatened him."

"Was I really that scary to him?"

"You were pretty convincing." She couldn't see it, but she was pretty sure Jaune was blushing. "You got my back?"

"Nope." Jaune then phased out of sight with a click. "Now I am."

Blake nodded and hugged the corner behind her, peeking around it. With the coast clear, she ran down the hallway to the door on the left, flattening herself against the wall by the doorway. She shimmied until she was next to it.

She couldn't see or hear Jaune. Was he there? She swallowed the growing anxiety back down, and gripped the handle, slowly and carefully opening it. She immediately let go to let the door open itself.

A gloved hand grabbed her retreating wrist and pulled her into the room. She hit the doorway and was thrown onto the hard concrete floor on her back. The sudden events winded her, and as she recovered, she looked up to see a bulky White Fang member in a gray coat, wearing a Grimm mask with horns decorating it. In his right hand, he gripped a chainsaw-sword.

Blake recognized him instantly. He was Adam's right hand man, the most loyal to the White Fang's cause. She hadn't seen him since saving Weiss from him on that train under Mt. Glenn.

"I found you." His chainsaw-sword roared to life in his grip as he stepped forward. Blake crawled backwards, not taking her eyes off him. She felt her right hand touch something soft and glanced down to see a black ribbon flowing out of a box. She yanked on it, spilling the cargo within and revealing Gambol Shroud. She yanked once more, pulling her weapon to her and pointed it at the beast of a man.

She pulled the trigger, and was disheartened to hear a click. "Shit!"

"What, did you think we would leave it loaded?" He laughed as he stepped closer. "I told Adam I would bring you to him, and now I am. Mission complete."

"Not yet." The White Fang whirled around, only to have his leg swept out from under him by an invisible force. Or it was until his assailant phased into view. He landed with a thud, but immediately thrusted his sword forward and upward into his revealed foe. Only air was rended as the assailant juked aside, then stomped on his shoulder to force him to let go.

No such luck as the attack then shifted to behind him towards his assassin's leg. Another dodge resulted in a miss, but free him in the process. The White Fang Captain rolled forward and leapt out of the storage room. He then held out his free hand to taunt his opponent.

Jaune looked behind him to Blake. She was slightly injured, with only a mark on her left shoulder to show for it. "You okay?" She nodded, which was enough for him. Jaune nodded in response and withdrew his knife, running out into the duel.

Jaune leapt out of the room, staring down his chainsaw-sword-wielding opponent. Both masked men sized each other up, their masks denying view to their expressions.

Blake watched from behind the wall of the doorway, shifting Gambol Shroud to blade mode. She wouldn't intervene unless absolutely necessary.

The Captain made the first move with a downward swing, which Jaune avoided. However, the Captain then struck him with his left fist against his helmet. Jaune was slightly dazed, but shook it off. The Captain charged again, swinging his sword wide from the left. Jaune ducked low to avoid it, then launched himself forward, imagining he spring-loaded his calves, and cut the left thigh of his foe with his knife.

The Captain grunted at the pain, then jumped away a few feet, then stomped down into his prone foe. Jaune rolled onto his back and jumped to his feet. The Captain retreated his used leg to rebalance, then lunged into Jaune with thrust, then grabbed Jaune by head when he dodged. He swung his blade aside and smashed his helmet into the wall.

"Now hold still." The Captain growled as he stepped back and gripped his chainsaw-sword with both hands like a bat. He took a wide stance as readied to swing. In that instant, the battle was decided.

The Captain swung his chainsaw-sword wide, but was stopped mid-swing by a black ribbon. He turned his head to the source and found Blake pulling back with Gambol Shroud with all her might, using the doorway wall as leverage.

"Wait your turn, traitor!" He indulged her by charging to her and swung into the wall she was hiding behind. Chainsaw teeth chewed and rended their way through stone like paper, sending sparks flying everywhere and Blake leaping back.

The roaring died as his blade found a new home in the wall. The Captain struggled to free it, yanking this way and that. Blake saw this as an opportunity and walked towards him with Gambol Shroud in both hands. She regretted this, however, as a well-placed kick to the wall demolished it and freed his weapon.

"So impatient, aren't we?" The Captain drew forward, raising his roaring chainsaw-sword high above his head. "Very well. I'll grant you your death wish."

Blake looked to her sides. The room was tall enough to accommodate height, but not width as she saw no feasible way to escape. She would have to gamble on her speed and go for a forward strike to his stomach. Blake crouched low and charged. If she didn't make it, at least Jaune would be able to escape.

The roaring engine of the chainsaw-sword died to a low hum as the Captain stood there. He looked down to see the traitor with her sword in his belly, and his assassin put a knife in his right lung from behind. Both removed their blades, causing the air to leave him as he collapsed, his blood splattering onto the traitor. So this is how he went out: at the hands of a traitor and an assassin. He closed his eyes and let the darkness swallow him.

"You good?" Jaune asked. Blake panted, letting the adrenaline die before answering.

"Yeah. Can we leave now?"

"Yeah." Jaune nodded. "Yeah, I think that sounds good. Just one thing first."

"How is his condition?"

"He's wounded, but he'll survive. A minor laceration to the thigh and scuffed knuckles will heal in days, at most."

"And his more grievous injuries?"

"A punctured right lung will heal, but it'll be months to a year before he's field ready again."

"And his lower torso?"

"Luckily, it only cut part of the large intestine. Still debilitating and could have been lethal, but still better than his stomach."

"Hm, I see. Thank you, doctor. I will send someone to check on him every day."

"You're welcome. If you don't mind me asking, what happened to him?"

"He got involved in a fight that could have been avoided. Nothing to gain, but pride to feed his ego."

"And the base?"

"Nothing of value lost."

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #knightshade #halo #my answer #white fang lieutenant

[firesoulstuff]

Captain Canary prompts 6 and 9 in a single fic.

6. “You were lonely and needed someone to lean on. I get it.”

9. “I’m not trying to be your friend, I’m trying to fuck you.”

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27544165/chapters/67463293

Sara is not fine.

After a day of threatening their incompetent captain they finally got him to compromise with Sara. He’s standing firm on his claim that they can’t change what happened to Laurel, but they at least got him to bring Sara back to the day of her funeral. She’d gone with Ray, as he had known Laurel too. Leonard had thought about offering to go but it had felt like too much of an overstep. Things between them have been at a standstill since he almost died blowing up The Oculus. Before going in there he had asked her about the future, and then that offer came dangerously close to being yanked out from under them. Maybe they could’ve talked about it, but then she found out her sister died in the time they’ve been away on the mission, and he wasn’t about to bring up his stupid feelings while she’s dealing with that.

Her sister is dead. She’d had murder in her eyes when she confronted Rip about it. She barely said a word after the mission with Savage, and had been cold and curt in what she did say when he and Raymond convinced Hunter into taking them back to the funeral. She is not fine.

He can’t seriously be the only one not buying that lie.

They’re sitting on his bed like they would on any other night. They’re playing Gin, sitting cross-legged with the pile between them. Leonard keeps sneaking glances at Sara, more so than usual. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting from her; it isn’t like she’s the type to spontaneously break down. Still… He isn’t sold on Raymond’s claim that the funeral gave her enough closure to move on with her life. Not this fast, not when he knows how deep her love for her sister runs.

At some point she adjusts her position, stretching out her legs on either side of the pile between them and her toes brush up against his knees. He glances up, and doing so has his eyes meeting hers, then they both turn their attentions back to their cards without a word. This isn’t the first time they’ve had some form of casual physical contact during one of their games.

The game ends soon after, he wins, and he starts to gather up the pile to shuffle again for a second game.

“You wanna watch a movie?” She asks, and it catches him a little off guard.

He looks up at her, watches her watch him for an answer. She doesn’t look overly tired, and he wonders if he missed the signs of her losing interest throughout their game. He supposes it doesn’t matter much. She isn’t going to play another game, so he can either watch a movie or send her back to her room and after today, and maybe he’s being over cautious, but he doesn’t really like the idea of her being alone.

“Sure.”

They get comfortable leaned against the back wall behind his bed, sitting side bye side with their legs outstretched and their shoulders pressed lightly together. Normal for them.

After scrolling through some of the options in Gideon’s database they decide on We’re the Millers, something with enough substance to hold both their interests if they want, but also mindless enough that they can stop paying attention at any time.

They’re only at Jennifer Aniston’s first stripper routine when Sara uncrosses her ankles and knocks her foot against his, and by the start of the second one only a few minutes later she’s crossed her whole leg over his.

“Can I help you Assassin?” He asks, and she shrugs, and he can’t but notice that she is leaning against his side much more at the end of that action than she was before.

“Just thinking.”

He scoffs, “What about?”

She shrugs again, and this time she leans her head into his shoulder.

“We do this a lot.” She muses, “Card games and movie nights.”

“We do.” He agrees, “That’s what friends do.”

They had dimmed the lights for the movie, but the screen on the opposite wall lights up the room more than well enough for him to see her roll her eyes.

“Come on Len.” She scoffs, “You and me are not friends.”

She says it with so much assurance, he finds himself looking down at her and that proves to be a big mistake.

There’s something in her eyes, a want, a need, and the next thing he knows she’s bringing her other leg over and straddling his lap.

He swallows; his hands find her hips automatically. Soon her mouth his on his, and God, she tastes better than he ever thought she would.

“I’m not trying to be your friend.” She murmurs between kisses, and she grinds her hips down on him. “I’m trying to fuck you.”

He moans into her kiss, his fingers splaying across her hips while his lips work on matching hers.

Somewhere in his brain, however, he still has the sense to kick himself. This isn’t right. Maybe it could be, if they weren’t in such an in-between place right now. If they were just friends then he could easily let her fuck him as a distraction from her grief, and if they had actually talked about what happened before the Oculus and were properly a thing then he would also be more than willing to oblige her. But this isn’t how they should start.

So when she rolls her hips against him again he forces himself to pull back from her kiss.

“I don’t want to be your friend either.” He says, looking up and finding her eyes. “You know what I want.”

It’s like a bucket of cold water.

She stops, seeming to come back to herself out of some spell. For a moment he thinks she’s going to climb off him and they’ll be awkwardly watching another twenty minutes of We’re the Millers before she uses exhaustion as an excuse to slink away. But then she blinks away the tears and brings a hand up to cradle his jaw. She leans in and presses a different kind of kiss to his lips. It’s soft, tender, with no trace of her tongue and when she pulls back it’s by little more than a fraction of an inch he can still feel her breath warm on his face.

“I want that too.”

He searches her face for some sign that she’s lying, or at the very least only telling him what he wants to hear, but he can’t find any.

Then she kisses him again, and he is gone.

.

.

Waking up in the morning Sara feels two things. The first is oddly well rested, and then she remembers last night and why she’s slept so good and a knot forms in her stomach.

She rolls from her side to her back, effectively disturbing and waking Leonard next to her.

“Hey.” He mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey.” She returns, sighing. “Um, about what I said last night.”

She sees something flicker through his eyes then, something she doesn’t like.

“You were lonely and needed someone to lean on. I get it.” He says, and she rolls her eyes.

“No Snart.” She says firmly, “I meant it.”

He looks at her almost in surprise then, and so she sits up.

“I just wanted to apologize for jumping you like that. Maybe it wasn’t the best time, or the best way.”

He shrugs as he sits up too, still pressed close to her, so much so that his arms behind her is against her back and she finds she’s leaning into his side.

“Maybe not.” He agrees, “But we don’t seem to have the best track record with timing, do we?”

She chuckles, but despite that his face is still serious.

“I just want to be sure this is what you want.” He tells her, “If you just wanted to blow off steam after the funeral, I’d understand that.”

“That’s sweet Len.” She says, idly grabbing his hand and beginning to toy with his fingers. “But if that was all I wanted I would’ve jumped you the second I got back.”

He grins this time, and gives a little laugh.

“I just…” She trails, trying to sort through her thoughts. “Being at the funeral and seeing everything Laurel left unfinished, and after the close call at The Oculus, I don’t want that for us.”

She can feel the tears starting up in her eyes, and Leonard shifts, and brings that hand that’s been resting behind her up to cup her cheek, is eyes firm and so full of seriousness as he holds her gaze.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead he leans forward and presses and gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

“I don’t want that either.”

[ineffably-good]

Have a Little Faith In Me (3/3)

Summary: In which Crowley finally puts a ring on it and is rewarded with... a magic trick?

Chapter 2 is here

For all his teasing about competing, Aziraphale knew that Crowley wanted to be the one to make the declaration and proposal, and that was fine with him. Crowley had waited for him all these years, he thought; the least he could do was wait back while Crowley figured out what to do and how to do it, to usher them into the next stage in their relationship.

That didn’t stop him, however, from making life as pleasant as possible for the demon. Over the next few weeks, he took care to spoil Crowley a little. Some actions were tiny, such as using a small miracle to leave his pajamas warmed up for him next to the bed in the mornings, or having his coffee perfectly prepared and steaming hot the moment he came down the stairs. Some were larger, like treating him to a variety of surprise trips out into the countryside and getting him fitted for a new suit to wear to Anathema and Newt’s wedding, which was coming up in a few weeks. All in all, he did his best to make the demon feel loved and appreciated as much as he was able – and when one was an angel, turning one’s full angelic power to such a mission carried quite a wallop.

Crowley, for his part, showed no outward signs of his plans, but inside his thoughts were racing. He ran through and eliminated a variety of ways of proposing as too predictable, too boring, too ordinary. He briefly considered the Ritz and popping the ring into a dessert – but honestly, it had been done a hundred thousand times, and with his luck Aziraphale would just swallow it, and the Heimlich would certainly cut into the romance. He considered a hot air balloon, writing it in the sky from an airplane, and shouting it from the top of a mountain. None of these felt quite correct. He needed something that was completely unique to his angel, the one being in all the universe that he could ever have fallen for, and who had somehow miraculously fallen for him too.

It wasn’t until one day when he was restlessly looking through some of his old boxes he’d never fully unpacked, that he remembered something he’d forgotten for several centuries.

And with that, a plan appeared. Now he just needed the right moment.

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++

It was on the drive back, late at night, from Anathema and Newt’s small, lovely, handfasting ceremony that the moment began to feel right. Crowley, resplendent in his new, slim cut, charcoal gray suit took a peek over at the angel beside him, who was looking ridiculously happy and content and just the slightest bit tipsy on leftover champagne, and began to think seriously about just asking him now.

Aziraphale, sensing his regard, smiled at him and reached over to lay a hand on his thigh.

“My dear, you looked absolutely gorgeous tonight,” the angel said. “You should wear that suit more often.”

Crowley smiled. “I could do that,” he said, “for you.”

No, Crowley thought, abandoning the plan to just pull over and spill the words out – please marry me -- and, with them, his heart, all over the front seat of the car. Back home first. Keep to the plan. He suddenly felt intensely nervous in a way he hadn’t expected, and he sucked in a breath more harshly and audibly than he’d intended.

Aziraphale glanced over at him in concern. “Are you feeling well? You look a little drawn around the edges.”

Crowley cleared his throat. “M’fine!” he mumbled. “Just concentrating. Dark out here.”

“It’s always dark at night,” Aziraphale said reasonably. “Your eyes are made for darkness.”

Crowley shrugged and leaned forward to stab on the radio, hoping for something to cover the sudden awkwardness. Luckily, they landed on some rather good music, and Aziraphale rolled down his window to enjoy the night air, and he never once mentioned the truly record-breaking level of speed they achieved on the way back to London.

 ++

“You sober?” Crowley asked as they made their way into the bookstore.

Aziraphale thought for a moment. “I think so,” he said, doubtful. “Or nearly so. Should we fix that with more alcohol?”

Crowley grinned. “We will,” he said. “In the meantime, just sit down on the couch and relax. I’m going to grab a bottle I’ve been saving.”

He heard the angel puttering around at the desk for a minute, and then he settled on the couch in happy anticipation. Crowley went to the kitchen and made just enough fumbling-around-in-cupboards noises to buy a few minutes of time to compose himself. Were his hands shaking? Demon hands weren’t supposed to shake.

Pull it together, he told himself. This is important. Do not fuck this up.

He took several deep breaths, despite having no true need for them, and set about gathering the things he required.

“Ah there you are!” Aziraphale said when he finally emerged, bearing a bottle and two of their nicer glasses. “I thought perhaps you’d gotten lost somewhere!”

Crowley set the bottle down on the table, the crystal goblets beside it, and gave Aziraphale a quelling look. “Sit tight. Need a couple more things.”

Aziraphale looked mystified, but he complied.

Crowley went into the back room and came back with a large paper envelope, which he put on the floor as he sat down close to the angel. Then, he looked around frowning, to see if the ambiance was right.

The ambiance, he thought, was not at all special enough. He snapped his fingers, putting soft music on the gramophone. He took one last look around and thought something was still missing. It came to him in a flash.

“This,” he said to the angel in a no-nonsense-will-be-brooked tone, “is absolutely a one-time-only event; don’t get any ideas.”

And with that he snapped and willed a handful of candles into existence around the shop, all lit. The shop lights dimmed a bit to allow the candlelight to be better appreciated.

Aziraphale gasped. “Candles? Oh, how lovely!” He peered more closely at Crowley. “Are you sure you’re all right? You made it quite clear I was never to light a candle in this shop again.”

Crowley ignored him and poured them each a nice glass of wine. “I’m fine,” he said firmly, “and they’re just for tonight.”

“Are we celebrating something?” the angel asked, rather shyly. He took a sip and murmured appreciatively at the fantastic Bordeaux the demon had produced.  

“Perhaps,” Crowley said, leaving his own wine untouched. He could barely remember how to breathe at the moment, not to mention drink something. “Have a present for you, anyway.”

He opened the envelope at his feet and passed a battered-looking leather folio across the couch to Aziraphale.

Crowley had made a habit, over the centuries, of presenting Aziraphale on occasion with the crème de la crème of the rare book world – obscure scrolls, editions of old plays, original manuscripts, author’s  notebooks. He had used them to wile his angel, delight him when he’s been sad, and, on at least one occasion, to offer an intense and heart-felt apology for a wrong he’d committed.

It had been, by his count, something like eighty years since the last time he did so. Long enough that it took Aziraphale a moment to process what he was seeing, before a look of delight broke out across his face. The angel knew from centuries of experience that whatever was in there would be thoughtful and intriguing. He ran a finger over the front edge of the cover.

“For me?” he asked, lashes fluttering. “Oh, you darling boy, what have you found for me this time?”

Crowley motioned that he should go ahead, and then lounged back on his end of the couch and waited with his hands in his suit pockets.

Aziraphale opened it carefully and found a single sheet of parchment inside, inscribed with looping handwriting in faded iron gall ink. He fidgeted around to hold it a little closer to the light, read the first line or two, and then looked up in utter shock.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale said slowly. “What is this? I know this handwriting. This is – why, it can’t possibly be – is it – “

Crowley smiled at him like the cat who ate the canary. “Yes, it is.”

“This is Will’s handwriting!” Aziraphale breathed. “William Shakespeare! What on earth! Where did you get this?”

“Well, I got it from the man himself,” Crowley said, grinning. “Commissioned it, even. Long time ago. 1605, to be exact.”

Aziraphale stopped reading and pushed his glasses up to his forehead. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as if his brain might explode. He honestly didn’t know whether to be amazed or affronted on behalf of the literary community as a whole. “You – you’ve – you have had an unpublished, and if I’m not mistaken, completely unknown Shakespearean sonnet in your possession for four centuries? No one in the whole world knows of its existence?”

“Just you and me,” Crowley said happily, enjoying the sight of the angel’s complicated reaction: shock, happiness, outrage, joy, befuddlement, and intense, intense possessiveness of that little piece of paper. The angel was cradling it like a newborn babe, like it was the most precious piece of paper in the whole world.

At the moment, it just might be.

“But why?” Aziraphale said breathlessly. “Why would you keep something like this from the world? It’s a priceless literary treasure!”

“Because,” the demon said simply, “it was for you.”

Aziraphale blinked at him, struggling to understand. Then he blinked some more. His hand, holding the parchment, was shaking slightly.

“And you’ve had it all this time? Just, what, sitting in a drawer?”

“I didn’t need it until now,” Crowley said, gently. “Please, just stop with the interrogation and read it.”

Aziraphale took a deep and shaky breath and shifted his focus to the parchment in front of him. It took him a few tries to still his hands enough to be able to make out the words. When he finally succeeded, he read the first few lines aloud in a tremulous voice.

Since looking upon thee in the garden day Upon thy side against myself I’ll fight For life no longer than thy love will stay To steal sweet hours from thy love’s delight…

Aziraphale looked up, eyes full of tears, and his voice was hushed. “You commissioned a love sonnet for me, four hundred and fifteen years ago?”

Crowley tried to swallow the suddenly huge lump in his throat. “I did.”

Aziraphale, voice simply not working anymore, stared at him for a long moment, and then leaned down to read the rest quietly. He sat in stunned silence after, lost to everything around him, and then he read it again. And again a final time.

“It’s – it’s –” he faltered, his heartbeat pounding in his ears and drowning out all sound around him. For once, the angel was unable to find a single word.

When he looked up, dazed, Crowley had moved from his spot beside him, and was now kneeling on the floor in front of him, his golden eyes impossibly warm.  

“Angel,” Crowley said, “I knew four hundred and fifteen years ago that I loved you. I knew six thousand years ago, to be honest. It’s the one thing I’ve known from the start. Took me a while to accept it, took you a while too, but here we are, together finally, on no one’s side but our own.”

Aziraphale watched, spellbound, as the demon reached into his pocket and pulled out something shiny and small.

“Would you please do me the immense honor,” Crowley said, looking suddenly very pale, “of marrying me and making me the happiest demon alive? Or possibly the only happy demon?”

In his hand was a small gold ring, with a smoky, ancient diamond in the center, cut in ways they didn’t cut them anymore, and with the faintest etching of a snake chased around the edges of the stone. It was old and simple and perfectly, utterly the best thing the angel had ever seen.

Aziraphale, unable to even speak, nodded helplessly, and Crowley slipped the ring onto his finger, where it fit perfectly because it knew better than to not do so. Aziraphale admired it for a moment, then leaned in to run a hand down Crowley’s face.

“I love you,” he whispered, and then pressed a kiss to his forehead, his temple, and finally his mouth.

Several minutes later, when they broke for a breath they didn’t need, Aziraphale took a moment to examine the ring more closely.

“Like it?” Crowley asked.

“I adore it,” Aziraphale said, still a little stunned. “It’s just… I was wondering…”

“Yes?”

“Oh, please just tell me it doesn’t actually light up, does it?”

Crowley laughed. “No, angel,” he said. “It doesn’t. You’ll just have to wave it around obnoxiously whenever you have an admirer.”

“I can do that,” Aziraphale said. He rather relished the idea, actually.

Crowley got up from his perch on the floor and sat next to him on the couch, as close as it was possible to be to his angel. Aziraphale sighed happily and leaned into his side.

“My dear,” he said, “that was lovely and perfect! But one thing is missing, I think.”

Crowley frowned. What had he missed? He had the music, the candles, the big and utterly unique romantic gesture, the candles, the ring, the bloody candles…

Aziraphale tutted a little at the demon’s obvious discomfort and turned  to face Crowley a little more fully, tucking one knee under himself. He placed a hand on either side of Crowley’s face and pulled him in for a gentle kiss between the brows, then leaned back and snapped his fingers beside one of Crowley’s temples.

“What’s this?” he said theatrically, a soft but still mischievous smile on his lips. “Why, what do we have here?” He made a little flourish with his hands and pulled them back from Crowley’s head bearing something the demon couldn’t make out. “I do believe I found something in your ear, my dear.”

Crowley groaned. “I can’t believe you’re doing magic tricks during my proposal. If that’s a coin, I’m taking the ring back.”

Aziraphale smiled. “Our proposal,” he said, smiling his most radiant smile. “And anyways, you’re missing the point.”

The angel picked up one of Crowley’s hands and opened it carefully, laying something inside it and wrapping the demon’s fingers carefully around it.

“I picked this up for you,” the angel said, “because I want the world to know that you’re engaged to me, too. Would you please wear this for me, my love? I mean, if you like it…”

Crowley opened his hand carefully and looked down. It was a ring, cool and platinum, wider than Aziraphale’s, with black diamonds spaced around it at even intervals and light brushstrokes that looked a little like feathers between them. It was simple and modern and utterly the demon’s style.

“Ngk—” the demon said, then closed his mouth and tried again. “You… you got me a ring, too?”

“Yes of course I did,” Aziraphale said fondly. “Been carrying it with me for months, just in case. Didn’t want to not have it on hand when you finally asked me.”

The angel plucked it out of Crowley’s hand and slipped it on his ring finger. Crowley tried to admire it but he suddenly found he couldn’t see at all because of the immense amount of wetness in his eyes.

Abandoning all pretense of cool, he leaned into Aziraphale and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“There, there,” the angel said, petting his hair and shoulders. “I’ve got you, Crowley. I love you. I have you.” He hugged the demon tightly and thought about all of the straightforward routes and winding paths and wrong turns and backpedals and absolute roadblocks and immense leaps forward that had brought them here over six millennia’s time, about the love and the friendship and the shared experience and the slow march of time that had brought them closer and closer.

“I’ve always got you,” he repeated softly to the demon who even now could hardly accept being loved so deeply. “Always.” . . THE END

Read the whole story on Ao3

#good omens #good omens fics #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #aziraphale x crowley #marriage proposal #put a ring on it #magic tricks #serpent and the seagull series #serpent and the seagull #lots of notes at the end on AO3

[robotskilledmygrandma]

Damsels In Distress. Part Three.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader. There’s also a little Stucky if you squint, like really squint.

Summary: Bucky and Steve don’t usually get captured, but their missions don’t usually involve zombies. Now, Bucky has to deal with the fact that the emergency alarm went out to not only the team, but to you, his girlfriend. This is not the way to a girl’s heart.

Warnings: A lot of swearing. Zombies. Gore but not excessive. Death but not main characters. Let me know if I missed any?

Word Count: All up - 7439. Part Three - 2423.

A/N: This was written for @prettyyoungtragedy MayaWTFChallenge. Due ages ago. Part Three and the prompts are in the first part. I hope you enjoy this. Thank god it’s done and thank god it’s uploaded. Woo.

Part One. Part Two.

Nat explains that the explosives are set and that they need to get out of there. She also explains that the scientists have already been taken care of, and their guards, it’s only the soldiers that are left. It doesn’t take long to get underway and you all reach a fork in the hallway. Nat quickly signs a word you all recognise, hostiles, and you all flatter against the walls.

Your hand comes up to your mouth. “Sam, Clint, any chance you can light the fuckers up?”

They had been given comms and the sound of Clint’s voice brings another smile to Bucky’s face, hooray for another disaster assassin. “I’m about to rain fire!” Clint declares.

Sam is huffing and mumbling something like why the fuck did I get stuck out here?

A series of explosions rock through the place, masking the footsteps of the five zombie super-soldier things, that appear in the crossroads, obviously on their way to check on their prized super-soldier prisoners. It’s a surprise for everyone. Bucky goes to pull out his katana, stepping forward, ready to deliver the blow, and Steve has his shield raised, ready to throw.

Turns out they don’t have to. Nat has already vaulted herself into the middle and has turned one into a shish kebab before she slices it’s head off and then the other. And your glaive is up, moving swiftly through the air, slicing at their heads and making one roll, and then the next and then the next, their bodies dropping unceremoniously to the ground with loud thuds.

Bucky is about to protest, or yell in triumph or hell, congratulate you on your job well done as master executioner when your hand shoots out over his mouth and silences him. He always lets his mouth run.

“I swear to God Bucky, don’t say a fucking thing.”

You’re talking so low you doubt even Nat can pick it up. Bucky really, really, has the urge to lick your palm.

“Don’t engage if you don’t have to. You need to get to safety, do you copy?” You’re head swivels to Steve who still has his shield up ready to throw, he lowers it though and nods slightly. It does not bring you comfort, getting Steve to stand down has been the Avengers biggest failure, especially when Bucky is involved.

You retract your hand but leave a finger on Bucky’s lips, indicating him to say silent. Any other day he would have messed around and tried to bite it. Today though? He’d probably earn a punch in the face.

Nat knocks the wall for attention and then signs We have to get moving, pointing at the way the zombie soldiers came from and you all start off that way. Everyone, except Bucky, who is now crouched over the headless bodies and pilfering their knives, ammo and to his delight, two smoke grenades and three normal grenades. Christmas has come early.

There’s a throat cleared in front of him and you’re standing there glaring at him, but your hand is out.

“Seriously?” You raise your eyebrows.

Bucky holds up his loot like a cat with a canary and smiles.

You really want to say something, but instead you wait until he places a smoke grenade in it as a peace offering and you pull him to his feet. Both of you follow Nat and Steve, who have not waited, but your hands don’t part.

Finally, you reach the main hall where you split to take cover, Nat and Steve going to the right and you and Bucky to the left. Each side offers a large pillar to take cover behind. You all peek at the scene in front of you and it makes the colour almost drain from your face.

There’s about fifty of the zombie soldiers – heavily armed and ready to fight – patrolling and generally looking ready to tear the place apart to find you. A silent stream of curses on your lips as you yank Bucky back to cover, Nat does the same with Steve and you see her look over you with a worried expression.

Distraction? She sighs out.

Bucky is suddenly pulled close to you and he can’t help but grin. His breath is hot on your neck and even though there’s an impending sense of doom, his hand rests on our waist, yours on his shoulder, and if anyone were to look right now, it would not look like you were talking. You don’t want to talk, or fight. There’s something else on your mind. You have to focus.

“Buck.” Your voice is barely a whisper. He hears it plain as day. “Want to use those grenades?”

He’s trying his hardest not to groan, not with you, and the zombies, so close. All he wants to do is kiss you senseless, but he needs to shove that thought down to a more appropriate time and god, the way you’re looking at him, you’ve never been more beautiful. His forehead rests on yours and he takes in a deep breath. He’s smirking though because your cheeks are flushing red and he can hear your breath pick up.

Reluctantly he lets you go and pulls out the smoke grenade in one hand, and another grenade in the other. Your hand leaves him, taking out the smoke grenade that he gave you and you quirk your brows, slightly nodding your head in the direction of the horde.

It seems that he’s on the same page because there’s a twinkle to his eyes and the smirk turns impish.

“Be ready.” You speak softly into the comms.

Nat and Steve squint at you both, there’s judgement on their part at your embrace but you both raise your hands in unison to show off the grenades and they shake their heads. They did say you two were in sync, you reckon it’s time to test that theory.

You both step back, slipping from the safety of the column and without a countdown pull the pins at the same time. His smile is not unlike a child on Christmas day and that’s all you need. The smoke grenades are lobbed first, landing in the middle of the zombies, filling the room, and then Bucky throws another grenade. This one does not smoke.

All hell breaks loose.

“Everything all good?” Sam’s voice is laced with worry.

You’ve already ducked through the room, the smoke masking your movements, and you bring the glaive down hard onto the neck of a zombie. The blood splatters everywhere. “Yeah. You know Bucky. How about you?”

There’s a yell not unlike Tarzan over the comms and you’re greeted by Clint. “Where do they keep coming from?”

Through the haze you can see Bucky, perched on top of machinery you have never seen in your life, rifle up and smiling brightly as he starts to provide cover fire in the form of taking out kneecaps with deadly accuracy. The zombies crumble to the ground. It’s only a slight reprieve, their bones shifting loudly and sickly as they writhe in pain before they’re popping back up, but it’s long enough to get the drop on them and remove some heads.

Gun are knocked out of the way with loud clatters and knives clink every time they hit armour or the metal of Steve shield. Each clatter, clink, slash, splash, gurgle and thump make up a sickening soundtrack to the fight, one that you know too well, one that you wish you didn’t miss. The act of killing them is, in a way, cathartic.

Nat is to your left somewhere, her blonde hair and slight frame bobbing in and out of the smoke that is slowly turning the room into a memory straight out of your clubbing days, hazy, thick with sweat and filled with blood, piss and shit. Well, okay, not exactly like clubbing, but not at all that different.

She’s slashing with the katana in a way that suggest this isn’t her first rodeo and you need to remember the sheer glee Clint had showed when Shuri have revealed them - surely, they had sparred before. And she generally uses batons, so there isn’t much she needs to alter in her style, which is hypnotic to say the least, flipping and gracefully taking down each foe like it’s a ballet.

Steve – who doesn’t know when to back down from a fight – hasn’t used his katana. Instead he is favouring the shield like always, using it to decapitate the lucky zombies, and to beat the skulls of the unlucky ones into pulp.

There’s a vibe in the room between the four of you, each with varying amounts of blood splatter painting you, Bucky with the least, but you can feel it. You were all made for this.

Bucky is watching you from his perch, attempting to provide cover fire that wasn’t working well to begin with and is now not really working at all. Nat is graceful and Steve is a hurricane, but you are nothing short of a vision, gruesome, brutal and splattered with blood that reminds him of a Jackson Pollock painting. You’re glowing and thriving, and he can just tell, you were made for this.

The rifle is over his shoulder and his hand ghosts over the katana, but he doesn’t pick it up, after all, he’s a sharpshooter or a brawler, nothing in between, and he jumps into the fray. His metal fist flies into the head of one of the zombies, causing it to concave horribly, and then he’s kicking another into the path of your glaive. Blood splatters. You smile. He smiles. Another head is rolling.

Punch, kick, rip, destroy, push into the path of you or Nat, or even Steve whose hands are more blood than anything. A pattern that repeats for some time, interrupted only by the addition of Sam and Clint who somehow found their way into the room. It smells horrible, taking Bucky back to the war and his nose burns, but everything is clear to him and all he can see is your brutality and the way the blue looks on you, and yep, he’s in love with you.

After what feels like eternity - even he’s panting and that’s a hard thing to accomplish - the horde thins, and it becomes more bodies and blood and each passing moment means less and less. His eyes stay with you and he watches as a zombie buries a blade into your chest.

He’s there before he knows it. Did he develop the ability to teleport in the last few seconds? Who knows? His hands are already on the offending zombie, the bones cracking beneath each punch until he’s sure the body is more mush than anything else. And then he wraps his metal hand around its neck and the other around the body, pulling, yelling, until it pops off like nothing he has ever seen before.

He tosses the mangled body and head to the side and he starts towards you, his hand coming up to brace you and he’s so scared. Sure, you’ve suffered worse, hell you were torn in half when the team first found you, but witnessing it is much, much harder than sitting by your side as you heal. He’s staggering, especially when your hands pull out the knife, sword? You drop it to the ground, turning on your heel and using the glaive you surprisingly did not drop, to decapitate an advancing zombie.

You turn and your eyes fall on his. “Wow.” Is all you say.

He sways and his voice is small. “Baby…”

Your hands are on his arms, the metal from the glaive against him and you’re looking at him with concern while the blood pours out of your chest like a sick waterfall. He wants to be sick.

“I’m good.” You say with a smile. Bucky can’t do anything but gesture to your chest. “I’m not gonna drop dead.”

He’s got to look around, he can’t keep staring at the blood and your concerned eyes. He watches as Clint slices through the remaining zombie soldiers with a crazed glint in his eyes, Sam kicking them to Nat who is behaving like a methodical executioner. One down. Next please.

Only Steve is watching with wonder and horror at what is happening in front of him. They look like shit. It’s not long before the zombies stop coming, prompting Clint to collapse onto the only clean patch of ground and stare up into the ceiling like it holds all the secrets of the universe. Sam is nudging at Clint’s legs and trying his best to pick off all the gore that has found its way onto his suit. Nat is crouched next to Steve and checking him over for injuries like a mother hen and he’s waving her off begrudgingly. No one is paying attention to you being stabbed, well Steve is, but he’s not making any movements. Bucky hears Nat assure Steve that you’re fine. Fine his ass.

The glaive clatters to the ground for the first time, one hand finding his and the other resting on his face. He leans into it. He knows he has to look, he doesn’t want to, but he has to. His eyes flit to your chest to see the blood clotted, but already stained your pretty blue outfit red. It brings tears to his eyes.

“Buck… are you okay?” you ask.

He leans his forehead against yours and takes a deep breath. “It’s blue.” He’s breathless as he says it, so quiet, so gentle, so loving, and he wants to swallow the confession down, but he can’t.

You’re looking up at him and he wants to look away because it’s like looking at the sun, too bright, too warm, too much. And he’s like Icarus, flying to close and ready to be burned, but he doesn’t care. Really, he doesn’t.

“Of course it is Bucky.” You say back, equally quiet. There are tears in your eyes. “I love you.”

There are the words, the ones he had been struggling with, the ones that had found a home in his throat until you showed up to recue him, decapitating zombies and wearing the same blue that he is.

You say it like it’s the simplest thing in the world. And really, it is.

“I love you too.”

                                               ***************

Nat blows up the place when the jet is at a safe distance. You don’t see it. All you can see is Bucky.

#Bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #james Buchanan barnes #james Buchanan barnes x reader #bucky x reader #writing challenge #MayaWTF #MayaWTFchallenge #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #mcu

[larrytrainor]

who's your fave yj character? mines Jaime Reyes !

AHHHHHHH I LOVE JAIME!!! He’s so good and his Blue Beetle powers are sooo cool! Spanish is my first language so any time he says something in spanish I go !!!!!!!! Man I wish we’d see more of him in Season 3...I hope he’s in more scenes in the second half of the season although I understand that he already had a big chunk in season 2 dedicated to him but still 😔

IT IS SO DIFFICULT FOR ME TO PICK A FAVORITE I seriously love them all so much. Young Justice is so important to me 😭 Rambling.....I love how far Dick has come and how much he’s grown even though I’m still fond of his sneaky funnyman behavior in season one pfff. I know he’s coping right now with a horrible loss, and I’m proud of him for staying strong. Artemis is so powerful!! And she doesn’t let her family ties define her....I’m so proud of her. She is still moving forward despite the immense loss and sadness she feels. Kaldur risked so much for the sake of his team in season 2, and he was such an incredible team leader in season 1 [re: its not his fault that the team has NO IDEA what a goddamn recon/sneak mission means....sigh] and I am so happy he’s the Justice League leader now and has also picked up the Aquaman mantle! Wonder Girl and Zatanna and Rocket and Bumblebee and Spoiler and Orphan and Arrowette and Halo and Oracle are each individually so cool and so different and so dear to me. Megan no longer fears herself or her real form and doesn’t worry about her friends and loved ones rejecting her for that and that is so goddamn inspiring. She is so cute too! Connor was a ball of rage and he felt like he was living in the shadow of Superman and also did NOT know the meaning of teamwork. I felt all of this at some point in my life LOL and he’s grown and become his own person and hell, so have I! Tim is a leader now! He got past his fears and pushed forward, working hard. Beast Boy lost so much of his family and close ones and doesn’t even get to live with his big sister cuz that bitch Mento is exploiting him for money in his tv show but he’s broken free of that and is rejoining the team in season 3 part 2 and I’m so relieved. I love Forager and Brion and Victor and Wolf and Sphere and even the Bioship very much too :] Bart Allen came all the way to the past to change the future, knowing that he wouldn’t get to go back to even know if he’s fixed things or not....he’s a very selfless person. Roy Harper and Will Harper have probably come the furthest in growth, though. One was iced for 8 years, the other existed as a clone during that time without even knowing it. Now Roy has mellowed out and accepted people into his life again, and Will has gotten through his heavy guilt and has a family. Wally [bursts into tears] was like my first favorite character all those years ago when it first aired. I think out of all of them I relate to him the most honestly. He was fun and outgoing and funny and loving and caring and loved food but he also had a lot of layers and depth and walls up that was all just hidden because of that “heehee I’m clowning” front.....I refuse to believe he’s dead there is no way they could ever permanently get rid of him. I also love all the Justice League members that show up in Young Justice like Batman and Black Canary and Red Tornado! I just fucking [clenches fist] am so full of love.

#✉ #long post #SORRY I LOVE YOUNG JUSTICE SO MUCH i really really love #gettiing dc related asks :] #so thank you! #liquidsmooth #asks

[prankster-ravenclaw]

PRC story part 3

Andrea, Claw, stood uncertainly in front of the big wooden door, she had redd the new text parts that Raven and Sly had sent and she wanted to meet them so badly now. But inside her, the ugly face of fear rouse itself up, ugh. Emotions. How she hated them.

Seeing the glimpse of the two had surprised her, weren't they supposed to be much older than her? They looked as if they weren't older than eighteen! Sure, powerful wozards and witches could stop aging physically, but that usually took some very extraordinary conditions and most of them looked like they were past their twenties then. It was outrageous! How dare those two not follow the rules she broke so often! Wait... That doesn't sound right. Please carry on.

Claw knocked on the door, which opened by. Itself, Hogwarts had decided after war to help the muggleborns feel more at home by imitating their home, automatic doors were only one of the things it was currently trying out. She was about to step in when a pair of voices made her stop on her tracks.

"Raven... How many pepper ups have you had already?"

"Relax Sly, it's just my fifteenth"

Claw's eyes widened, Raven had already drunk fourteen pepper ups and it was only midday? What was he? An extressial being? Was he partially a magical creature? It had to be like that. There was no other way he could've drunk that much pepper ups and still be alive.

"Slyyyyy! Give it baaaack, I need iiiiiiiit"

"I'm telling on you to Puff"

"What. Why him?"

"Becauseeee I ship it. And because you two keep flirting all the time"

"It's called conversation Sly. And what does a boat have to do with this?"

"Confidential~"

The whole conversation made Claw giggle, the duo was just like how she imagined them. Her amused musings were stopped by a man appearing in front of her, yellow tinted eyes looking tired and worn, dark circles evident around his eyes and red hair hanging lifelesly covering half of his face.

"MOTHER FUCKER", Claw screeched and nearly hit the man with her hand.... Only for the said hand to be caught by the male, who smiled gently at her. "Miss Greenfield was it? What brings you to my office?" Oh yeah, Hitwizard, right, she forgot about that.

Professor White looked at her surprise visible in his eyes, the longer the third grader stared, the more the male's hair changed its shape. When the man had been at his desk, his hair had been spiky and black, as if he hadn't slept at all, now it was slowly settling down into a smooth haircut of copper colour, sideburns curling towards his high cheekbones. Claw couldn't help but wonder, which was his original colour?

"Is there something you needed miss Greenfield? The class isn't for another hour-", she was brought back to reality by the soothing voice of the man, who

..... Actually wasn't that tall now that she thought about it. He was the same height as Puff so he'd be... Ummm... Five feet and seven inches? One-hundred and seventy-five centimeters? Gah! These measures were so confusing!!

The man stood in the door frame, looking like a mockery of the living paintings that were behind him - one of them seemed to be flipping him off for some reason, wasn't that the professor who retired year or two ago? The old one who nobody liked? -, awkward silence settled itself into the hallway like a blanket of storm clouds, menacing. Claw blinked. Why did she come there again?

"A, Uh, I- Raven, me, you, Claw"

Fuck. That's not how you're supposed to introduce yourself to new people. But she couldn't help it. Claw, Andrea, was afraid of foreign people, talking to them terrified her, talking to ANYONE terrified her.

Young professor raised his brow slightly, feeling bit surprised and confused. "Try taking a deep breath and starting over again, miss Greenfield", he said and gave her an encouraging smile. Bloody hell, she really wanted to punch this fool. Looking like a puppy somehow and radiating chaotic yet peaceful energ- was his skin super pale? And his eyes way too tired looking for someone of his age?

Claw straightened herself, mouth forming a thin line, nobody, and I repeat, NOBODY gets past HER while looking like that.

"RAVEN! HOW MANY TIMES DO OTHERS HAVE TO TELL YOU TO SLEEP AT NIGHT!? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE ABOUT TO FAINT! YOUNG MAN, THAT IS ABSOLUTELY NOT FINE AT ALL! I WILL TELL BOTH HUFF AND PUFF ABOUT YOU!"

She quickly covered her mouth in horror, she just threatened a god damn TEACHER! Oh god, this wasn't good, not good at all, she'd be scolded, sent to home, taken points from, be disgraced nononononononono.

A hand touched her immobile shoulder gently alerting her of the person invading her personal space. The girl looked up, expecting to find a pair of dissapointed and angry eyes but instead... She saw amused pair of sleepy eyes staring right at her whil- was that Sly grinning on the background and making faces to the paintings? Was Sly DRAWING A PAIR OF MOUSTACHE ONTO SOMEONE'S FACE WITH A MARKER??

Raven hid his smile, trying not to laugh, but his shoulders giving it away to those who knew what to look for. "Tha-t was one w-way to introduce y-yourself", Raven said, still covering his mouth, few chuckles escaping behind the hand. The man took a deep breath before he locked his eyes with the girl. "Claw, isn't it? I can see why you got that nickname", Raven said in a teasing tone making the younger one want to pout. And she would've, if it wasn't for the man standing in front of her.

Sly came to the two tossing a marker into the air and catching it before retossing the thing, a wide smile on her lips as if she was a cat that just ate a canary.

"Raveeen~ Guess what you forgoooot~", she said as she kept her smile plastered on her face making Raven stare at her in confusion. "I'm pretty sure that I haven't forgotten anything-" he said as he glanced at the paintings as if looking for clues. Sly strutted closer, now smirking openly.

"Tri-wi-zard to-ur-na-me-nt~", the woman sung making Claw tilt her head in thought, she had heard that name before, but where? Raven on the other hand left out a groan. It was that type of groan you’d encounter when you tell a man that he has to drop his broom in favour of cleaning up the whole house without magic while his friends are playing Quidditch as much as their heart desires while the unfortunate individual asks himself why he ever got married only to be reminded of the reason upon casting his eyes on the figure of his wife, who’s looking happy and satisfied and like she’d make your favourite food for dinner as a repayment for your mission.

Claw kept staring at her professor, who seemed to be going through all of his plans, hopes and dreams for the future at the same time until she finally managed to tore her eyes away from the sight of ultimate tragedy and to the woman, who was today wearing green and silver robes for some reason.

“Why did he react like that? What’s so bad about the tournament?” she asked making Sly’s face beam with evil plans of torture.

“Well, my small and destructive friend, Raven has encountered this thing before, and so have I, and the tournament happens to include something he loathes with passion”, the older witch said with a playful tone while her friend’s soul was escaping its holder in favour of planting mushrooms on it. We seriously need to make him watch less anime, it’s starting to affect him.

Sly leaned closer with the smuggest look in her eyes.

“Ballroom dancing”

Claw suddenly understood the despair of her new teacher.

#prc story #prc story pt 3 #raven's writings #I have no clue what I'm writing hi #hogwarts houses #hogwarts conversation #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #slytherin #gryffindor

[imagining-supernatural]

Chapter 1: The Party

Cracks In The Dam Series -- Reader’s POV

She’s a quiet engineering and physics major trying to forget the demons of her past, and he’s the campus playboy trying to turn over a new leaf. Their friendship is unlikely, but just might be forged to withstand the cracks in the dams they’ve built to protect themselves. (BuckyxReader college au)

Word Count: 1875

A/N: I wasn’t going to post this fic for a while, because I’ve been playing around with it for a while and I didn’t want to get locked into a certain storyline, but I just saw Infinity War and I decided I needed a little denial in my life (not a spoiler, but when the credits started rolling, I turned to my friend and whispered, “What the shit?”) So here’s the beginning of a mostly fluffy Bucky fic!

Why do I let him talk me into these things? If I could choose, I’d be spending my Friday night in my room with my music turned loud, hosting my own dance party for one. I definitely wouldn’t choose to be strolling around one of the biggest underground gambling rings in the city, keeping an eye out for some idiot who stole one of Stark’s designs.

Seriously, why do I let him talk me into these things?

Oh, right. Because he pays me the big bucks.

“How much do you think this place costs?” My boss’s voice comes over the comm system he implanted in a diamond barrette fastened in my hair right next to my ear.

“I don’t doubt that you could afford to buy it, but I strongly suggest you find a bit of self-control, Tony. You’re already walking on thin ice with Pepper.”

He just scoffed and I heard him ordering a drink, so I cast my eyes over to the bar and catch sight of him leaning against the glass counter. He flashes a smile at a woman sitting nearby and I can’t hold in my chuckle at how she nearly swoons. Really. The effect Tony Stark has on women baffles me. But, I guess I’m a little biased. After all, the man is like an Uncle to me. He changed my diapers when I was a baby and never lets anyone forget that fact.

“Canary, you spot anyone yet?” He mumbled that into his glass of whiskey so as to not raise suspicion by talking to himself. I turn around and keep up my perusal of the crowd.

Smoke from cigars mixed with the dim lighting makes it difficult to see everyone, but I make do. “I think one of my professors is over there. But other than that, I’m not seeing anyone suspicious.”

I can practically feel Tony rolling his eyes. “He’s not going to look suspicious.”

“I know that Tony. By the way, when my dad told you to keep an eye on me, I don’t think he meant for you to take me to illegal gambling setups and parties with Russian mobsters.”

“Cannie, you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be my assistant. Besides, how else am I supposed to keep an eye on you?”

“Yeah. An amazing salary and you paying for all of my school. I’m not complaining. Just sayin’.” There was something niggling in the corner of my mind, so I quieted and tried to focus on that. Tony kept babbling through the comm piece, but I tuned him out. It was a necessary skill I’d learned years earlier.

I thought back to the surveillance video he’d shown me of the bump and grab someone had performed on one of his lackeys to steal the new weapon design. Needless to say, the person who lost the design was fired.

“Tony… how sure are you that it was a dude who stole it?”

From the corner of my eye and through the haze of cigar smoke, I saw his eyes slide over to me and his head cock to the side. “Why?”

“There’s a woman over there. The one in the green dress and pearls. Next time she walks around, watch her. She moves like the person did in the video.”

I made my way over to a craps table and pretended to be invested in what was going on. I really hoped that was her. The sooner we got the designs back, the sooner I could get back to my house. It had been a long week with a lot of midterms and homework, and Tony had been especially needy with our big deadline coming up that I needed to help him with, and I just needed two days of pure and utter relaxation.

“You’re right. I’ll get the guys on it. You did good, kid. I’ll meet you out by the car.”

“Oh, thank God,” I breathed, ignoring Tony’s soft laughter. Before heading to the door, I made a stop by the bar and ordered a shot. There was alcohol back at my place, but it wouldn’t hurt to get started on my night right now.

I slowly made my way through the crowd of well-dressed people, sighing heavily with relief once I was out of the sea of diamonds, pearls, and velvet. I may have grown up surrounded by wealth, but I’d learned at a young age that it comes with a high cost. I put up with it for Tony’s sake, but I was anxious to get back to my normal, college life. Or, what I convinced myself was a normal life. Working for Tony Stark, I suppose I would never really know what normal was.

Like a James Bond movie, Tony was leaning against his too-expensive sports car that I honestly didn’t care enough to even know what make it was. He straightened up when I came closer and opened the passenger door for me. I eyed him, crossing my arms over my chest. “You good to drive? You spent a lot of time at the bar tonight.”

He rolled his eyes. “Get in, Cannie. I’m not even close to drunk. You think I’d risk your life like that?”

Point: Tony. Sliding into the sleek leather seat, I waited until Tony was in the driver seat before speaking up again. “Jarvis?”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Add a stop at that liquor store on third, please. Tony owes me a really expensive bottle of good wine for tonight.”

“Will do, Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Stark, take a right at the next intersection.”

“Thank you, Jarvis.”

“Since when do you listen to her orders?” Tony asked, trying to act put-off, but I knew better. He loved me and spoiled me just like a real uncle would.

If Jarvis had a face, he would definitely be smirking. “Since she says please and thank you. Manners are important, Mr. Stark.”

My laughter rang out, nearly covering up the good-natured grumbling that came from the driver’s seat. Out of all of the creations that Tony’s made, Jarvis was my favorite.

After making that stop at the liquor store, Tony made his way to the house he bought for me. Having Tony Stark as a family friend definitely had its perks. No rent, expensive alcohol, free school… what more could a girl ask for?

“Fuck,” I muttered when I noticed all of the cars parked on the street as we got closer. “I forgot Nat and Wanda are throwing a party tonight.”

“It’ll do you good. Get you out of your shell.” The car came to a stop in the middle of the street. Tony twisted in his seat to look at me. “Seriously, have fun tonight, kid. Next week we’ve gotta hit that presentation hard.”

“Oh, is Tony Stark actually going to prepare for something for once in his life?” He just raised an eyebrow at my teasing and I schooled my grin into a serious expression. “Okay. I’ll be on my A-game. We’ll get you back in the good graces of the board.”

I picked up my purse and got out of the car. Before he pulled away, he rolled down the window. “I’m serious, Cannie. Party hard. Make me proud, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Right... that’s not a long list.” I had taken one step away when I suddenly twirled around before he could leave. “Wait, Tony!” He watched as I wrestled with the barrette. It took a few seconds, but I finally unclasped it and tugged it free from my hair. Tossing it onto the passenger seat, I leaned down to talk to him. “I only make that mistake once.”

The first time Tony had taken me on a recon mission, as he put it, I’d forgotten to give him back the comm device. The next time I saw him, he gave me all sorts of shit for the things he’d overheard Wanda, Nat, and I talking about.

Even now, he smirked. “I was happy to hear that Wanda finally asked that Sam guy out.”

“Oh, fuck off, Tony.”

At my retreating back, he shouted, “Have fun! Use protection!”

“Drive away, Tony!”

The growl of his engine accelerating gave me all the permission I needed to finally let my smile loose. As odd as he was, I had to admit that my life would be much duller without my boss slash pseudo uncle in it.

But now I had to face a house full of drunk frat boys and sorority girls. Really, all I needed was to make it to my room and change out of this dress. Everyone knew that our bedrooms were off limits during parties, so that was my safe zone. My destination. However, I was dressed like I was going to walk the red carpet, so getting there unnoticed was going to be a struggle.

“Need some help up those stairs, doll?”

Exactly who I wanted to see. With pursed lips, I walked up the stairs to the porch and gave a tight smile to the man sitting on the porch swing with a cigarette hanging from his fingers. “Hi Bucky.”

“Your date didn’t go well? It’s only midnight and you’re already home.” He tsked and shook his head. “Such a shame too. You got all gussied up for him. What a waste.”

“Gussied up? What is this, the 1940s?”

“Obviously not, since your date would have walked you to your door instead of dropping you off in the middle of the street.” He took another drag of his cigarette before standing up and dropping it onto the porch, using his shoe to grind it up. “Where are people’s manners nowadays?”

With my eyes trained purposefully on the destroyed cigarette on my porch, I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. Where are people’s manners anymore?”

He laughed and opened the door, using his free arm to motion me in first. “After you, doll. See, I have manners.”

“What a catch,” I respond drily. There are so many people here. How I ended up becoming friends with two of the most social people on campus was a mystery. I was the complete opposite of Wanda and Nat. Somehow, we worked though.

Heat from Bucky’s body right behind me set me on edge. He rested his hand on my waist and leaned forward until his lips were at my ear and he was practically pressed against me. “You’d be damn lucky to catch me, Y/L/N.”

“In your dreams, Barnes.”

That damn carefree smile on that damn gorgeous face with that damn twinkle in his eyes was all that I could take. Of course, just as I was about to come up with a good come back and walk away with the last word, he had to ramp up his charm. His hand stole my fingers as he came around in front of me and brought my knuckles up to brush his lips across the skin in a feathery kiss. “Maybe one day, Y/N. Maybe one day.”

Then he was gone, swallowed up by the crowd of drunken bodies. I huffed and turned towards the stairs, making my way up to my room. What a cocky arrogant bastard.

Chapter 2: History Class

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JACQUES “JACK” TREMBLAY looks an awful lot like DANIEL LISSING. HE is THIRTY and while they’re COURAGEOUS, they have a tendency to get pretty SECRETIVE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to NEVERLAND by DARREN HAYES. 

TW:  murder, death, mental illness (schizophrenia), drug use - for said mental illness, if that counts & a brief mention of self-harm))

BASIC STATS;

FULL NAME: Jacques Jean Tremblay NICKNAME(S): N/A PREFERRED NAME(S): Jacques, but since no one can pronounce it he goes by Jack. AGE: 30 DATE OF BIRTH: 11/31/1988 OCCUPATION: Police Officer & ex-Mountie. GENDER: male PRONOUNS: he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual

history;

HEADLINE: JEAN-PAUL BAUDELAIRE, MURDERER IN THE CANARY MASSACRE, CONSIDERED TO BE “NOT LEGALLY RESPONSIBLE DUE TO MENTAL ILLNESS”

Anton Baudelaire (hereby referred to as “Jack”) was born & raised in Montreal, Canada. He was the second youngest of two brothers & a sister, all of whom grew under the loving eyes of their parent. Over the first seven years of his life, Jack’s father — Jean-Paul Baudelaire — became increasingly erratic. Though they were, for the most part, a happy family, something was growing. Something dark and unpredictable. One day a young Jack came home to discover his papa had murdered their entire family. The boy only barely escaped his father’s blade. Archibald then went on a killing spree. This spree was dubbed by the public as the CANARY MASSACRE. His father was found not criminally responsible by reason of mental disorder. That was how Jack discovered his father suffered from SCHIZOPHRENIA.

He was then put into adoptive care. Though, Jack was never adopted and was frequently bullied by the other children at the orphanage due his connection with the mass murderer. At the age of fifteen he decided to run away. Jack was forced to fend for himself — he spent a year living on the streets. During this time, he came across a dead body in the woods. The boy was similar enough in age and likeness to the homeless orphan, so he deposed of the body in a secluded lake and took on a new identity. The corpse’s name was JACQUES TREMBLAY.

Following that, Jack joined the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, more out of desperation than patriotism. He served for a number of years, before opting to move out west, in the hopes that a less rigid lifestyle would assist him, emotionally. Also, because he was beginning to develop curious symptoms. Upon returning to normal life, he hitchhiked his way to America, using the last of his RCMP pay to put himself up in Kola. Jack soon became very close with the local Sheriff, and his former mountie training assisted him in scooping up the occupation of deputy sheriff. One of his first missions was to investigate a disturbance at CRENSHAW MANOR. Of course, he is now STUCK THERE and the mansion is seriously fucking with his head,

Around the age of twenty-five Jack began to realize he was exhibiting similar symptoms to those his father had had well he was growing up. Namely hallucinations, insomnia & depression. Upon seeing a psychiatrist Jack discovered that he also suffered from schizophrenia. Now that he’s stuck at the manor, he is unmediated and the VOICES are starting to come back. Jack is having a hard time tell what is real from what his mind creates. The worst thought possible always floating around in the back of his head — WHAT IF I’M THE KILLER?

PERSONALITY;

On the surface, Jack seems like a very outgoing and happy person. While this isn’t entirely untrue, he has become a master at hiding his more tortured feelings when they begin to surface. To most people, he is the kind and generous deputy sheriff who always has a smile on his face. Jack has a HUGE protective side and feels personally responsible for the well being of everyone around him. He’ll respond to any call for help, no matter how small. He gets along well with most, and has few enemies — save those who don’t follow the law. Jack is an extremely lenient and understanding person. He doesn’t like to stay idle, as he finds his thoughts wander to depressing places, so he always tries to stay busy. However, Jack is becoming increasingly unstable and paranoid the longer he stays in the manor. While he is not at risk of hurting others

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