#luckily they weren’t as shit as sentinel

[compaculaaa]

Sentinel shan’t accept this shit

#sparkling siblings au #tfa sentinel prime #alpha trion #tfa ultra magnus #transformers animated #tfa #haven’t done a sparkling comic in awhile I missed them #senti is gonna eventually learn that the titi doesn’t last forever #also Primus bless his parents #after this whole ordeal you wouldn’t expect them to have 3 more kids #but nope #luckily they weren’t as shit as sentinel #at least Optimus wasn’t lol

[makahimetenshi]

Perfect connection Chapter 7 - Arthur Maxson x Fem Sole Survivor

THIS IS NOT A LEMMON CHAPTER, but theres gonna be more lemmon chapters on this fics. Mostly to make their relationship more intense and passionate. This one would be between chapter 14-15 of the original fic

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Sometimes Nora wasn’t as smart as Arthur thinks or gives her credit, even with her age, she was much older than him.

Shes been testing a new type of modified stealth boy that covered even the sound of the steps and movement of the fabric, although the silicone and leather suits didn’t make much noise this was a project shes been working since a long time with Thinker Tom.

Arthur was on the command deck, gazing at the horizon like he did…most of the time actually, that place was like his office he had to be there on the waiting someone needs him despite having actually nothing to do at the moment. This was risky, and bold, because there was the guards at the entrance of the place, guards in power armor actually, but she had the nerv…

So, in the stairs ahead that place she used the stealth boy and…went down, luckily her work was doing the purpose, covering her steps on the metal ladder, even with her heavy boots it was working very well, she expected to be more noisy but nope, the man did a good job!

At getting on the ground she crawled, and walk slowly, had her hair tied up to not make strange bright and oh my it was working! The paladins and guards weren’t noticing her! Sweet!

At crossing the entrance frame…there it was…her prey, on his back, Nora step up slowly over him, watching directly at his neck, licking her lips in excitement of oh my gosh this was working so well! She extended her arms and…jump over him!

-Surprise! -but as soon she clung on his neck Maxson had stabbed her with a combat knife on the shoulder, making her scream out and loud surprised. The man open wide his eyes in surprise at hearing the voice twice and figured out the tone- motherfucker! –he heard and then drop the knife, still on her shoulder, he cant see shit, all he sees is shades of light and distortion moving in the air.

-Nora!? –he asked, looking back as a body fall to the ground, taking some steps back to see better, trying to distinguish, obviously the paladins enter in the room also excited and surprised on what the hell is going on- Nora is that you!? –he asked, closing his eyes he can see better the woman clinging and closing her legs around her body

-This was a bad idea…-she said curling in the ground, holding on the knife with her hands, shit it hurtshurtshurtshurts.

-What did you do!? –ask the elder all panicked.

-Is she using a stealth boy!? –ask one of the guards, looking close at the bright of light in the ground. The elder seems scared but not in danger…

-I tried to give you a surprise…-she said crawling in the ground to the next wall, still holding on the knife.

-Im so so sorry! –said Arthur and then she appeared visible to everybody, the effect of the stealth boy was over, he ran towards her covering his mouth in astonishment when he saw her shoulder bleeding.

-Don’t be –she mumble, gosh this hurts to bad, she closed her teets and bite her tongue trying to hold on the pain, smiling stupidly- you motherfucker…-well, indeed, Arthur thought

Before any of the guards can think anything about her language and expressions the elder order to protect her.

-Bring Knight Cade over here! –said the elder and one of them ran away to the top floor.

-Sentinel why would you do this!? –ask one of the guards. Yes what the hell!?

-I was just trying to hug and surprise you…-she said laughing- I guess it wasn’t a good idea try to surprise a elite soldier from behind.

-Im sorry! –said Arthur also looking were the knife was oh my gosh he just reacted to be holded tight from behind, all his life he was trained to be prepared for any ambush or be assassinated so he really knew how to defend himself from surprise but…

-Don’t be –she said touching the combat knife, shutting her eyes- my fault!

-Im really sorry! –the knife was buried really deep into her shoulder oh gosh.

-Sentinel how did you enter!? We didn’t hear you at all! –ask a guard looking at the mess of now visible blood on the floor.

-I was testing a new model of stealth boy…-she said biting her lip trying to hold on the pain. The soldier open wide his eyes, well it was expected from the second most powerful soldier on the zeppelin I guess, there was a reason she was sentinel tho, sneaking into the elders guard like that…

-I didn’t want to stab you I was just…!

-Defending yourself I know…-her hand left her own shoulder to place over his and reassure the elder but then the flow of blood started to feel down warm and liquid so she hold up on her own wound- my bad.

Knight Cade cross the frame and see the sentinel on the ground bleeding, he sighted tired gosh this woman was a headache.

-Just a knife? –ask the bald man, Arthur nodded- pick her from the legs, don’t touch the upper part of her body, Sentinel, hold  with your good arm okay? –she nodded and cling on his neck now this fucking time for real, Arthur slip his arms under her legs and there he was having her sitting on her arms- you both ask somebody to clean this mess-there wasn’t much blood tho but the guards obeyed.

-This was very stupid coming from you –said Arthur to her, worried as shit looking at her shoulder, Nora had a serious gaze.

-I know –she said, the three of them were walking to the infirmary.

-Just imagine if I was the one jumping from behind…-he had a bad taste in his mouth, never never ever wanted to attack her or cause any harm.

-I wouldn’t give you the chance the even approach me–she said with a confident smile, still with a lot of pain.

-Very cocky to be knocked out like this–he muttered, feeling a bit ashamed that the soldiers around were looking at him in this situation, often being with her means having this weird moments.

Truth is Nora let herself  fall to the ground and didn’t keep fighting because she didn’t feel like it, because she wasn’t there for a fight, she just surrended but it wasn’t the first time she was stabbed in the shoulder, just didn’t want to fight Arthur obviously.

Once she was sitting on the gurney Cade started to check on the wound, taking with his experienced hands the combat knife out and replacing it with bandages and cottons, cleaning the wounds and stitching it, stopping the bleeding.

-Its not that bad –said the bald man trying to reassure the elder, still, he felt horrible, bad.

-Don’t ever do that to me again –he muttered to her, annoyed, now he had this horrible feelings on his chest, this anguish…

-I know Im sorry –she said looking up trying to hold on the tears.

-I cant ever relax to receive a “surprise”, im the elder, im too important to let my guard down

-It was dumb, im never doing it again

-What modifications does your stealth boy has? –ask the bald man trying to move off the bad mood between the couple, still cleaning with a cotton.

-Sound, not much about the light but it mask the sounds coming from the body with the new effect, same with the fluids and smells –she said and then bite her finger, trying to not cry of pain at the stiches.

-Interesting –said the knight, fearing a bit for the elders life, although he did defense himself it was mostly because she didn’t attack him, but in another scenario she clearly had the advantage- your voice too?

-Not that much, just the low sounds, like steps, clothing and breathing –she said trembling in pain- can I use some med-x?

-No fucking way –said Arthur biting on his tongue, annoyed- think on what you did and suffer the consequences Sentinel –oh gosh he was upset, very very upset, much more than Nora anticipated if it for some reasons the surprise goes wrong.

-Don’t be a jack–just before she could keep cursing Cade stich a  needle into her white skin.

-Im sorry Sentinel, orders from the elder –said the knight not wanting problems with his supreme commander

-Come on I was just playing –she said laughing nervous, Arthur was pissed off, for her it was just a game! For Arthur it was really stressful to hurt her at all! –give my stealth boy to Nerea maybe she can replicate it and…

-Enough with the funny games, I could hurt you badly, you trigger something very awful in me –the weight of being the elder Maxson, the  curse of being the last Maxson, the constant fear of being attacked every time. Oh gosh Cade didn’t want to be in the middle of the couple fight- think on his carefully so you it doesn’t ever cross a thought on your mind to do it again –the idea of losing her because of this stupid game…what if he stabbed her badly? He was just defending himself like he was trained since little, didn’t know it was her at all.

-I said im sorry –Noras body tremble entirely from head to toes when the alcohol burn on the wound- im not repeating it!

-Hell yeah you aren’t –he said with a very heavy feeling on his chest, thinking in the possible scenarios where he didn’t react to her voice, didn’t know it was her.

-Come on Arthur i…

The elder close his eyes and breath out, calling Cades attention- will you leave us for a second knight? There’s a thing I want to discuss privately with the Sentinel –while he talked Cade do the enough so the wound would resist maybe half hour without being intervened

-Of course- he said getting up and out the infirmary, gosh he didn’t want to be there

-That was stupid as fuck –he said spitting anger. Really really annoyed.

-I know I realized now –gosh she had the nerve to play the victim and curl like a little girl- sorry

-There’s something you need to understand about me: Im careful, as the elder Im supposed to be careful. I must look after every menace in my life all the time. And sadly I cant even relax around the only person I ever felt comfortable. Not to mention I didn’t expect you at all doing that –usually Nora didn’t care about being scolded but now he look really really upset to not care about

-Yeah –she said nodding, pressing her lips- I understand, im sorry

There was a pressure on the air, something pulling her shoulders down.

-I cannot go soft with anybody, even with you –as much it hurts, he was first Arthur Maxson, the elder of this chapter of the brotherhood of steel, then, second place, Noras lover. She understand there that…he was constantly haunted by his role, more to the core than she imagined before-make this pain a lesson please, I don’t want this to ever happen again.

Nora stood for a moment in silence looking at his blue eyes, silence were Arthur feel an immense distress but still she sighted and surrender, nodding with her head, biting on her lips annoyed by the pain.

-Ill be fine –she said low, the punishment was a bit…extreme…but if he really needed it, she will do it even if it was something symbolical more than anything.

-Im sorry –he said, still a bit disturbed about the fact he stabbed her, feeling the combat knife closed around his palm. Never wanted to feel like that again

-Its okay, take this –she said and then throw at him the stealth boy, Arthur pick it and examine it, yeah it was slightly different from a regular one- give it to Nerea, I mean it

-What modifications does it has? –he said looking at some wires there and there…a new battery attached…

-Some new chips and energy…give it to her, I mean it seriously, I was testing it –well it was effective and it works pretty well that’s for sure, sneaking into the most powerful mans back without being noticed- a friend of mine did it but use it, for the advance of the brotherhood –bullshit, she is only doing it because he is mad an annoyed but…

-Alright thanks…-he said listlessly, sighing

-I guess I screw up my own surprise

-Yeah you did, sometimes you are an asshole –she takes out her tongue at him and Arthur came out the room, a few seconds later Cade came in, ready to work again in her wound

So…no surprises at the elder…no funny hugs…or next time she will get stabbed in the heart.

#fallout 4 #makahimefanfic #sole survivor #arthur maxson #elder maxson

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sentinel of naruhata | chapter three

koichi's very bad, no good day

warnings: descriptions of violence, manga spoilers for my hero academia: vigilantes

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“So… you’re Haimawari Koichi, age 19, freshman at Hitonami College… I’ll just call you Koichi, then. Unless you like the sound of Nice Guy better.”

Izuku laughed at Haimawari’s sputtering reaction, clutching his stomach as he leaned back against the cool floor of Koichi’s little one-room apartment. After the incident with the return of those thugs, Izuku and Knuckleduster followed Koichi back to his home. Knuckleduster was determined to recruit the both of them, and Izuku just… didn’t have anywhere else to be. He was sure that Eraserhead was already done with patrol by the time their skirmish ended.

Luckily, Koichi didn’t seem to mind too much when Izuku mentioned dying his hair. He felt the black suited him nicely, even if it was still a little damp. He didn’t need Tomura or Kurogiri making a surprise appearance and immediately picking out his green curls from the crowd.

“Don’t go through my stuff, crazy old man!” Koichi reached over to grab his student I.D. and his wallet from Knuckleduster’s grasp.

The veteran vigilante ignored him as he turned to face Izuku. “And what should we call you, kid?”

“Izuku.” The young boy had stopped laughing, but he was still laying on the floor.

“What, no last name? Running away from home?”

“What’s it to you?”

Koichi leaned over him, glancing down with concerned eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to live off of the streets… No wonder you bought a weird amount of junk at the store.”

Izuku grimaced, sitting up and pushing the older kid out of his space. “I’m fine. Can we change subjects?”

Knuckleduster nodded, sending a small smirk Izuku’s way. “Okay. Why are you looking for Eraserhead?”

Koichi blinked, ignoring Izuku’s frustrated groan. “Who’s Eraserhead?”

“He’s an underground hero. He can erase quirks, barring any mutations, and he practically fights quirkless. He’s a badass.” Izuku was talking animatedly, moving his hands around wildly.

“Oh. Wait. Is he your dad?”

“Why would he be my father?!”

“You have the exact same quirk don’t you?”

Izuku slumped, flitting his gaze towards the floor. “It’s similar. I want him to train me how to be a hero. Plus I need his help with something, not that I’m gonna tell you losers what that is.”

Koichi let out an offended grunt while Knuckleduster heartily chuckled.

“Anyways. The two of you will be calling me Master.” Knuckleduster moved from the table to the small mini fridge in the corner of the room, opening it up to find it full of beer.

“Didn’t we tell you that we weren’t going to be your apprentices?” Koichi glared as the man opened a can of beer and began to chug it. “And would you get out already? This is my house!”

The old man ignored Koichi’s protests in favor of grabbing another can of beer. “The drug is called Trigger. It’s a quirk-booster; it also weakens the user’s ability to reason. Basically, this drug turns regular folk into instant villains.”

Izuku glared at the table, clenching his hands into tight fists. He knew all too well what Trigger was capable of. He shuddered as he dared to think what could happen if his father forced Tomura to take the drug. Japan would be completely decimated.

“So, why not just let the heroes do something about it? Or call the police.” Koichi let his head drop to the table, bored and frustrated at the fact that Knuckleduster was refusing to leave him alone.

Knuckleduster barked out a short laugh. “Ain’t gonna happen, kid. These pop-up villains on trigger can emerge from any crowd, at any time. Cops and heroes are always forced to play catch-up.”

“Oh. So they blend in with everyone else?”

“Exactly. And that’s where we come in!” Shocking the two boys into backing up, Knuckleduster hopped to his feet, hand clenched into a fist.

Izuku shook out of the state first, glaring at the older man. “Did you just say ‘we’?”

“That’s right, kid! The three of us are gonna go out, stop suspicious looking characters, and check their tongues!”

“Okay, even if we wanted to go with you, why are you allowing a nine-year old to accompany you? That seems pretty crazy to me.”

“Oh please. He’s more advanced in quirk usage and hand to hand than you, just based on last night. Plus, if he’s hiding from his parents, he’s got nothing else to do. He’s already a deviant in the law’s eyes.”

Izuku could do nothing but reluctantly nod his head at that.

“Trigger turns the user’s tongue black, so we’re gonna give those losers a beat down and make them spill the details on their dealer. That’s the only way to put an end to this whole drug trade.”

Koichi sweat dropped, shaking his head. “So you just want us to go around punching people?”

“Exactly!”

“I thought you were just joking! What the hell, man!” Koichi screamed as he hung off of Knuckleduster’s left arm. Izuku laughed maniacally as he hung off of the vigilante’s neck. He was punching people with his right hand and checking their tongues.

Koichi could admit he was a great multitasker. But holy shit, this man was insane.

The three of them were causing quite the commotion; people were screaming and running away from a man carrying a college student and a little kid who was also throttling everyone he was in range of. It wouldn’t be too long before a hero showed up to stop whatever was happening.

In a desperate attempt to stop Knuckleduster’s shenanigans, Koichi called out to the group closest to them. “Please! Give us a peek at your tongues! Stick ‘em out a little and this will all be over!” The guy closest to them stuck out his, thankfully, normal looking tongue. Koichi tried not to be too offended when the man also flipped him off.

It was hard to hear over Izuku’s laughter, which only increased in volume after getting the finger, but Koichi’s ear perked up at the sound of boots hitting the metal above them. With a glance upwards, the hoodie-clad vigilante felt his eyes soften in relief. “Pop Step!”

“What the hell are you losers doing?” The pink haired idol-in-the-making jumped down to the ground as soon as Kunckleduster threw both Koichi and Izuku on a nearby bench. They landed harshly, Izuku’s laughter tapering off within an instant. Koichi immediately shook it off, and stalked over to a nearby vending machine, selecting a coffee for himself and a juice for Izuku.

“Why don’t you ask the old man? He was the one chasing after innocent bystanders like a lunatic.” Koichi mosied back over to the bench, tossing Izuku the juice as he plopped down beside him.

“I’m nine, not a toddler. What if I wanted a coffee?”

“If they cooperated, I wouldn’t have to look like a lunatic now would I?”

Koichi ignored the both of them as he opened his coffee, taking a well-deserved sip after lowering his mask. He leaned his head back in a rare moment of reprieve, trying to block out the weirdness he somehow chose to surround himself with. He only blinked back into the present when Pop Step aggressively leaned on his arm.

“So you’re looking for junkies and dealers, huh?” Her thoughtful expression drooped into a grimace as she looked away from Knuckleduster. “Thanks for showing up last night, pops. Provided me with a distraction so I could slip away from that idiot.”

“Whatever.”

“Shouldn’t you be thanking me?!”

Pop Step shrugged, stepping back and throwing her hands on her hips. “Why’s the runt still following you around?”

Izuku, who was absentmindedly sipping on the juice that Koichi had gotten him, slowly looked up at Pop Step with narrowed eyes. “I’m not following them. I’ve just got nowhere else to be at the moment and it’s entertaining to see these two create chaos.”

“Right… and that Eraserdude you were looking for?”

“I won’t even be able to start searching for him until night falls. I’m just passing the time.”

Pop blinked a few times before turning back to Koichi. “So, Nice Guy!”

“You can just call me Koichi.”

“Koichi? Is that your real name?” Pop Step hopped in place, her large grin very apparent. “Why are you going along with this, Koichi?

The college student paused, the can of coffee held up to his lips as if he was ready to take another sip. He slowly moved it down, allowing it to rest against his thigh instead. “I just… if I don’t keep an eye on the guy, he’ll beat up every last person on the streets.”

“Nah. I start with the most suspicious ones… like youngsters who can’t stop messing around.”

Koichi ignored the statement, along with Izuku’s snort, as he continued. “And who knows what kind of trouble the kid’ll get up to without a responsible adult nearby!”

“Responsible? Says the dude who’s only item in his fridge is a case of beer!”

“You all are morons!” Pop stomped her foot against the ground. “Going at it so randomly is never going to work. Why don’t you use your heads!!”

Koichi looked up at the girl from his spot on the bench, eyes blank in confusion. “Our heads?”

Pop Step rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bench and pulling out her phone. “Whenever a villain shows up, someone’s bound to snap a pic!”

“That’s right!” Izuku shot up, bringing his phone out as well. “The hero forums are always swimming with pictures of recent attacks.”

“All you need to do is refine the search to ‘unknown’ or ‘sudden’ villains. That’ll mean less legwork for you clowns!”

Koichi blinked, “That’s clever.”

“The photo search or calling you clowns?”

Izuku’s cackle rang out, echoing in Koichi’s ears as he glared at the girl sitting next to him. The three of them nearly missed it when Knuckleduster shot up from his seat in pursuit of a new target.

“Hey! Stick your tongue!”

“Oh, not this again!!” Koichi ran out in front of Knuckleduster, coming to the newcomer’s defense. “C’mon man, this guy is clearly just your average salaryman! He’s not even bothering anyone!”

In his rush to save the seemingly innocent man from getting punched in the face, Koichi barely came to a stop before nearly running into the newcomer. In shock, the man dropped his briefcase, crying out when hero themed action figures came tumbling out.

“See! I told you the guy was fishy! What kind of adult carries around dolls in a briefcase!”

Izuku and Pop Step had just caught up, exchanging concerned and bewildered looks. The young boy pulled his mask over his face and bent down to help the man pick up the toys.

“I- I’m sorry! I work at a toy company, these are just prototypes.”

“See! Nothing suspicious about that! He’s just a hardworking guy!” Koichi’s voice rang out as he tried to push Knuckleduster back.

The elder vigilante wasn’t having it, however, and pushed forward to grab onto the man’s lapel. “That’s what I’m trying to prove! So cooperate, or else.” His free hand cocked back, gloved fingers positioned into a tight fist.

Before Knuckleduster’s fist could land a hit on the poor businessman, a white cloth wrapped itself around his arm, effectively preventing his attack. Knuckleduster grunted as his arm was pulled back, and his eyes narrowed at the figure behind him. Izuku gasped, eyes widened as he took in the hero before them.

“Violent acts in full view of the public… you’re hardly a model citizen.” A gruff voice, harsh from sleep deprivation, sounded out from behind the group. Pop Step and Koichi backed up behind Izuku and Knuckleduster, shocked looks on their faces. “You must be one of those instant villains of late.”

Knuckleduster guffawed, “Hey kid! Looks like it’s your lucky day, huh?”

The newcomer’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, locking on to the young boy who seemed to be hyperventilating out of excitement.

Izuku’s green eyes sparkled in delight, holding his hands up in hopes of proving he wasn’t a threat. “You’re the Erasure Hero: Eraserhead! You lead the underground in both villain captures and civilian rescues, but you never stay long enough to actually gain any credit! Your fighting style is incredible! I always wondered if your capture weapon worked in tandem with your quirk- your hair floats when you use it, yeah? Does it negate small amounts of gravity near you? That would explain why your scarf seems to deny the laws of physics!” His voice carried on, causing those around him to stop and stare.

“Did you know the kid was so…”

“I’ve never heard him speak more than necessary. This is definitely new.”

Eraserhead was the first to snap out of the trance, tightening his grip on his capture weapon as he lowered himself into a battle stance. “I’m not sure how you got such vital information- I work very hard to make sure there isn’t much coverage on my exploits.”

Izuku nodded, standing in place. “There are only two clips I was able to find- but I’ve been looking for you for some time now! We’re not here to cause trouble, promise!”

“Either way, I’m off duty today. Just being a good samaritan.”

Knuckleduster grinned, turning to face the hero fully. “So we got that in common.”

Koichi backed away further, hands high in the air. “No way does he think we’re villains, right?”

“Hey, hey! Don’t lump me in with these guys!” Pop Step jumped, using her quirk to land a few yards backwards.

There was a tense moment of silence before disaster struck. Izuku, sensing trouble out of the corner of his eye, cursed as Knuckleduster rushed towards Eraserhead. The hero, now fully prepared for battle, dropped the sack he was holding. Cat food and jelly pouches flew out of the bag, bursting open against the hard pavement. Knuckleduster chose to go high, fist ready and aimed for Eraserhead’s face.

Izuku sighed, ignoring the shouts from Koichi and Pop Step as he jumped into the fray.

Yeah… this is the most idiotic thing he’s ever done.

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to the writing challenge prompt list: liu sang (you guessed it!) and liberosis 👀 bc what else would I want other than PainTM

oooohhhh Vishie you do know the way to a girl’s heart (in reference to this post; send me some prompts!!)

liberosis—the desire to care less about things

It’s a long way down the mountain.

The only blessing is that the pain is less. Sure, the world is sweeping in great, broad strokes underneath his feet, and there’s a ringing in his head that’s louder than anything he’s heard before, but it doesn’t hurt, per say. At least not physically.

Their little caravan goes something like this; Wu Xie is carrying Jia Kezi, as Wu Xie is now, irony of all ironies, healthier than pretty much all of them put together, except for maybe Ouxiang, who is currently helping Pangzi hop along. The big man is talking loudly to his two best friends, probably to distract himself from the pain of a compound leg fracture. Occasionally, Wu Xie will put a hand out to keep Pangzi upright, the three of them molded together once again, as they should be.

Hei Xiazi plods along behind them. He’d volunteered to carrying Jia Kezi himself, but he’s currently got a bullet floating in his abdomen, so Wu Xie had declined his offer. Despite this, Hei-ye seems relatively okay, which is probably due to his strange superhumanness, though his face is somber, pale. Li Jiale is a few steps behind him, which Liu Sang privately thinks is a bit funny; blind, mute, and now deaf. What a group they are.

(It’s not funny, actually. He doesn’t know why he said that.)

Liu Sang and Bai Haotian are bringing up the rear, due to being the shortest and, as much as he’s loathe to admit it, the weakest. Bai Haotian seems to have decided that she’s his personal bodyguard now, which confuses him a lot, because in any other circumstances, he would be protecting her. But ever since... well, since, she’s taken a stance next to him like a sentinel, and even glared at Wu Xie once when he approached too quickly and Liu Sang flinched because he couldn’t hear him coming. 

Yeah. He couldn’t hear him coming. Fuck. 

If he wasn’t so tired, he’d probably be in the middle of a full-blown panic attack, which he has a feeling will be coming later. He’s... there’s a lot going on, in his brain, underneath the ringing and the migraine that’s been pounding steadily against his skull since he took on a headful of dynamite, because, surprise, losing your hearing doesn’t automatically get rid of the pain you already did to your brain before your eardrums ruptured. So there’s still a tattoo beat behind his eyes and clawing at the back of his neck, and he kind of wants to shake his head, pound on the side until he stops feeling like there’s bugs crawling around under his skin. 

That had not been a pleasant experience. At all. A soft buzz, and then, before he could react, the sharp pinch of something that shouldn’t be there, carving into his ears and rooting around inside. He doesn’t remember collapsing on Pangzi, doesn’t even know why he did, really, except for that his body sensed an intruder and went into full lockdown mode. The phantom sensation of legs and wings brushing along his ear canal makes him shiver, and he can’t help it, he jerks his neck to the side, trying to fling the feeling far away. 

His balance has turned to shit, though, because two perforated eardrums mean that your inner gravitational sensory system is fucked, so the movement ends up over-correcting him to the side, where he knocks into Bai Haotian’s shoulder and almost sends both of them flying. Luckily for her, though, he’s maybe at a quarter of what his strength should normally be, so she just stumbles a bit, able to keep them both upright. 

Sure doesn’t seem like it though. Everything tips on its end, and he finds himself looking at the sky while still on his feet which is a weird sort of view. Also his neck feels like putty. Hm. Maybe he should throw up. 

Unfortunately, that doesn’t really solve any of his problems except to make him dizzier, and when his body gets done heaving onto the trail, he finds that someone has sat him down on a large rock and is pressing a cool hand to his forehead. He blinks rapidly, dumbly, at Wu Xie, who is hovering in front of him, and his mouth is moving. 

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” Liu Sang tells him. Again. How loud is he talking? He has no idea. His vocal cords vibrate in a way that makes it seem like it’s fairly loud, but he can’t hear. He can’t hear it, he can’t fucking hear—

Oh, yup, here comes the panic. 

He pushes Wu Xie away, clumsily, and tries to stand up again, but haha, his balance is actually garbage, so he just pitches forward into someone’s arms, and it’s Wu Xie again because of course it fucking is, why is he still here? He was supposed to leave Liu Sang behind, he was supposed to go, Liu Sang wasn’t supposed to make it out—oh. Oh. He wasn’t supposed to say that, was he? 

Wu Xie’s face swims before him, and his mouth is open too wide for normal speech, so he must be shouting, which makes sense, because Liu Sang has just told him a really big secret. But it’s the truth, isn’t it? Wu Xie has to know that. 

Liu Sang is supposed to be dead. 

He almost wants to laugh, because it seems like the world’s cruelest joke, almost, that they’re all mostly alive. Because fuck. Liu Sang almost had his throat slit, almost had his skull beaten in, almost had a bug eat his brain. And at that point, with Wu Xie sick and drowning in his own lungs and dying, with their chances of survival dwindling down to nothing as they tried to find the right combination of choices to make it to Thunder City, he’d done the calculations. Liu Sang’s not just good hearing and a fake Zhang tattoo; he’s smart. It’s what’s kept him alive. It’s what was going to kill him. 

When Pangzi held up the stick of dynamite next to the thunder columns, the calculations went like this:

Wu Xie is dying. The only way he survives is by getting to the Artifact. That’s it.

If Wu Xie dies, Ouxiang and Pangzi are dying. There’s no shape with only two sides.

If Ouxiang and Pangi die, Bai Haotian dies. She’s twenty; she’s fucking twenty years old. She’s not dying in some stupid tomb in the middle of nowhere, alone, by herself.

Maybe Hei-Xiazi makes it out. Maybe. But Mr. Jiao is here, too, and even Hei-ye can’t outrun a firing squad.

Liu Sang is their best weapon, right now. That’s all. He’s always been useful, but right here, right now, this is where he does what he does best. This is where he listens. And if that happens to fuck over Mr. Jiao and Jiang Zisuan and every other fucking person who’s tried to kill them, then sure. Fuck it. It’s as much as he could’ve hoped for.

With only one ear, only one half of his whole, Liu Sang is basically already dead. Might as well make it official.

It’s just math. It’s logical. He was their best hope. Their only hope. You don’t save the bullets in your gun because shooting means they’re gone afterward. You just. You shoot.

He had made his peace with it. He was going to die in that tomb, in the caves, under the ground, alone. He was damaged, and he didn’t know if he would ever be able to work again like he had before. So he turned off the safety. Pulled the trigger. He’d given Wu Xie the rest of everything he had to offer, because somewhere along the way, he realized that he couldn’t bear to see him die.

He told himself that it was for Ouxiang, because Ouxiang would have been devastated without Wu Xie, but there’s some part of him, hidden under layers and layers of thorns, that recognized that losing Wu Xie would devastate Liu Sang, too. He didn’t want to watch that. He didn’t want to listen to that. And if he hadn’t been able to save Wu Xie, in the end, then at least he’d have gone first.

It was selfish, really.

He had pulled away from Wu Xie because he didn’t want to go, not because he couldn’t. He accepted the handful of peanuts from Pangzi with the intention of dropping them as soon as they were out of sight, because his stomach had been rolling too hard to even think of food, and he was so tired, so tired. He was ready. He was dying. He was going to curl up next to a stone wall, just out of sight of anyone who might pass by, and he was going to close his eyes and pretend that he wasn’t alone, wasn’t afraid, and then slowly, slowly, he was going to fall asleep. It would have been nice, he thinks. It would have been okay.

But by some sort of miracle, they’re here, on a mountain path, and Liu Sang is alive and Wu Xie is alive, alive enough to be shouting at him, alive enough to ask, What do you mean? Liu Sang, what do you mean, you weren’t making it out? Liu Sang. Liu Sang.

Liu Sang’s never been good at reading lips, but he knows the shape of his name in Wu Xie’s mouth.

He remembers, then, why he has never fallen in love before.

It’s because it sounds like nothing.

It’s because it hurts.

#dmbj #liu sang #wu xie #the lost tomb #the lost tomb reboot #tlt #tltr #my writing #writing #prompt fill #vish loml #pingsangxie #sort of

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Companions react to sole squishing their cheeks and calling them cute

( I have some major nsfw reacts coming up so brace yourselves yet again. I'm honestly trying to behave and not make them too detailed but...eh, you all probably know how I am by now. I'll still try not to make them too long.)

Cait:

"Did ya have one too many?"

Assuming you have a close bond with the woman she'll fight her automatic instinct to slap the shit out of you, an instinct she got after living in the combat zone, and instead laugh it off. Still, she didn't really believe you. Her? Cute? There...no. For what it's worth, she knew you weren't intoxicated.

Curie:

"Aww, you're too kind."

She would beam happily against the contact, slipping off her rubber gloves and discarding them to the side so she could rest her hands over your's. Sneaking up on Curie while she was performing lord knows what kind of experiment was a gamble. Luckily for you she seemed pretty darn happy, needing a break anyways.

Danse:

"Oh..um, you too? Now cease this nonsense immediately."

Bonus points if you did this to him while people are watching. At first he would just be confused, wondering why you were pulling on the hooks of his power armor until you squished his face. As soon as you called him cute his face lit up in a flushed heat. He'd pretend not to like it, furrowing his brows and rolling his eyes but you know very well that on the inside he was melting.

Deacon:

"I know right? Just kidding, come here."

He's amused by the antic. He'd laugh and lean into the touch, using his own hands to ruffle your hair before backing up and poking your nose. Saying "boop" as he did so.

Gage:

"Boss ya can't be doing stuff like that...oh, come on, yknow I love you now stop making that face."

His automatic reaction would be to roll his eyes and withdraw form the contact. However you had none of it, putting on your best puppy dog eyes and even making your lip quiver. If anyone else would've done it, Gage would've just laughed in their face, but since it was you he actually felt bad. As such, he'd sigh and quickly pull you into an embrace. Just be patient with them, he'll learn.

Hancock:

"You ain't too bad yourself."

Much like deacon, hancock would be pretty amused by it. He'd let you do whatever you pleased to him, smiling and just enjoying it. Though he didn't think he was "cute", he didn't mind the complement. However the second you pulled away, he'd playfully smack your rear and wink.

"Not bad at all." He'd purr, continuing to go about his business.

Macready:

"Hey there..heh, thanks?"

Provided that you weren't doing it anywhere that would soil his tough merc rep, mac will actually be giddy. Confused, but happy nonetheless. The compliment good enough to make him blush.

Maxson:

"Oh, hello to you too soldier."

You'd only dare do this where none of the lower ranking soldiers could see, not wishing to tarnish the rep of your elder or your position as sentinel. Needless to say, he was surprised at first, quirking a brow at spontaneous action before grinning ear to ear. The second you let go of his face he leaned in and gave a quick smooch to your cheek, that is before gesturing for you to sit and help him do paperwork.

Nick:

"I think you may need to get your eyes checked, but thank you."

Nick would really enjoy the attention, smiling the slightest bit as he looked you in the eye. Sadly he didn't believe you at all when you called him cute, even saying something about it. You hurriedly hushed him though, rolling your eyes and reassuring him with a gentle kiss to his nose. It was good enough.

Old Longfellow:

“That’s enough of that cap’n.”

Just like many of the others he’d chuckle, rolling his eyes as he took you into his lap with an unceremonious pulling of your hips while he sat down. He’d berate you later for daring to call him cute but for now he just wanted to take it easy and let you do whatever silly antic you wanted.

Piper:

“Hey, you have no business doing that.”

Instead of laughing she’d just smile at you, playfully shoving your hands off her face at the notion of you calling her cute. But before you could construe her words and actions as going too far, she’d be quick to hug your side- whispering her own innocent praises to you as well.

Preston:

“Oh General, you always know what to say.”

He’d love it. Smiling bright enough to shame the sun as you squished his cheeks. Whenever you said he was cute he laughed, rolling his eyes in amusement. He allowed it though.

X6-88:

“Ma’am..I uh..thanks..”

He was super confused when you grabbed his face, even more so when you proceeded to call him cute? You could see his silver eyes widen behind the sunglasses at the notion. He’d quickly warm up to the affection though. Still shaky, he’d lean into the touch and nod.

#fallout #fo4 companions #fallout companions #fallout 4 #paladin danse #curie #danse #macready #porter gage #elder maxson

[ghcstmcth]

Hot Potato

Location: Ikea ? (An establishment thats basically Ikea)  Ft: @niighteagle​

Astrid had quickly decided to stake out at the furniture store, choosing to huddle behind the large items as everyone else was trying to run out. Logically it was a dumb choice but she doubted the sentinels would be trying to scan through the interior of a store at a time like this when the monster outside was tearing up the streets. The only thing she had to be concerned (for all she knew) were the cameras that were tracking movements. Luckily she was able to dodge the machines with the use of her power, evading stealthily as she searched for a potential closet of some sort to stick herself in. 

Just as she was on her way through the children’s section of the gigantic department store, a familiar figure appeared. She knew their silhouette, one that had often been in the company of the imperial palace. An ally of sorts to the Emperor. But damn did they look like absolute shit. She felt like her stomach was plummeting, but not the fun sort of thrill like the times she’d willingly throw herself off a building, instead - it felt like she was going to puke. They were going to kill her now weren’t they? This was the end. 

Until a babbling cry came from what looked like a ball pit. A child no older than two years old was crying and it came running to them, their hands grabbing the night eagle’s leg. So there really was a God, Astrid thought. 

“Well, don’t mind me,” she side stepped, glancing around for alternative routes. And that’s when the child started screaming. Oh they were both so very fucked. 

#c: night eagle #thread: hot potato

[ask-naraenil]

⅀

Send me a ⅀ and I’ll explain one of my characters’ backstories really badly

You know what’s bad? Societally defined gender roles. Because if it wasn’t for this, this woman would probably have had an easier time in life. 

Anyway, there were demons and satyrs, right? Because of some shit that went down some millennia ago. You’d think that’s a long time, but these elves used to be immortal so it actually wasn’t that long ago where they’re concerned. Now, in the middle of the forest, there was a razed village because shit involving demons and satyrs went down. On the edge of that village, there was a little toddler elf crying and wandering like she’s lost. She was so young, she probably hadn’t fully outgrown having a milk-based diet yet. 

Luckily for her, the only reason the wolves didn’t eat her was because a Nice Druid found her, and thought “Aww poor little thing. Let’s get her to a safe place, and maybe she will be raised to be a Good Member of Night Elven society.”

He left her with the priestesses, because like, that’s where the caring people were, and girls weren’t allowed to be druids, but they were allowed to be priestesses, while the men were the ones who were druids. It wasn’t a sensible idea to chuck her to the Cenarion Circle only for them to turf her away when she grew up. Besides, most of them spend half of their lives sleeping so couldn’t really look after a toddler. Also, what the heck do a bunch of old men know about maternal instinct, right?

That would have been the end of his part of the story. But noooooooo. This little girl grew up to be a TERRIBLE candidate for the Sisterhood. She was always going into the woods and saying that she could hear the trees talk. “Shush, you can’t say things like that” she used to be told. “But.. it’s true!” The poor thing kept protesting. “You said that I shouldn’t lie.”

What a confusing time to be a child.

Luckily for her, while she couldn’t be a druid, she could be a sentinel, and that was what she ended up becoming.

One day, in the middle of a scouting mission to prep for her initiation for her coming of age, she came across a massive bear, thought she was going to get killed, and so she shot an arrow at its head. But the beast turned into an elf, letting the arrow fly past him, and he gave her the biggest earful in her entire life.

But as fate would have it, it was the same druid who rescued her! It looked like those years of praying to the Moon Goddess was rewarded when she finally met the man who saved her. They had a little talk with the priestesses, he looked at her and went “Hmmmmmmmm”. Then he said he’d adopt her as his own.

And then he trained her in secret, because fuck societally defined gender roles. He was a progressive elf, not like the senile farts who ran the show. 

Years turned into decades that turned into centuries that turned into millennia, and she was - officially - a sentinel for a long time. She also met a nice man who was - surprise, surprise - a druid, and they got married. But then he got lost in the first war against the insectoid monster things in the south of the continent, which was sad.

Things got sadder when the demons invaded again, they lost their Tree of Life and their immortality as a result, and even more shit that happened after that.

But there was a Good Thing that came out of it, and that was everyone decided to become more progressive and also agreed to fuck societally defined gender roles.

There’s a long way to go, and shit’s still happening, but hey, at least she doesn’t have to be a sentinel anymore and can finally embrace what she was always meant to be: a goddamn weirdo.

Thanks @asharinhun 

#about nara'enil #badly written backstory #last one of the day and I'm losing steam lol #asharinhun

[starscreamloki]

A Golden Shackle and a Captured Mind

Chapter Three

Taglist:  @god-of-dramatic-death-scenes​,

General taglist: @kaitdidittxx, @lusty-loki​, @destiel1597​, @fairlightswiftly​,@lokikingofasgardslover713​, @daddymarvel​, @vesperazylra​, @annievvv7​, @myclock​, @hiddlestoner3095, @occasionallywittyavengers​, @wintertink​, @jane-labban​, @whovianwookie86-captainxev, @blondekel77​, @bambamwolf87​, @loki-is-the-best-villian, @wegingerangelica​, @kcd15​, @sparkling-gayyy​, @nildespirandum​, @hiddles-rose​, @boredbrooder​, @furstinnajoelle​, @nimsaysno​, @drakesfiance​, @littlefrogstuff​, @elsusan​, @lisalisa007,  @alexakeyloveloki​, @herbalxhealer​, @mrshicks38​, @angelrosepotter, @inumorph​, @holykryptonitekitten​, @catalinaacosta​, @fuckmesideways123​, @neeadinghugs​, @tonaathena1996​, @tomloki-lokitom​, @tina8009​, @dosleches​, @awkwardfangirl2014​, @wickednerdery​, @ask-sigyns-blog​, @womanontheedgeofnothing​, @wrappedinlokisarms​,  @dangertoozmanykids101​, @wolfsmom1​, @michellearel1​,

Still shamelessly tagging: @coffee-with-bucky​, @book-dragon-13​, @buckmesideways22​ and @anamelessdragon​

Warnings: Violence

Words: 5572

Summary: (Loki x Bucky, third POV Loki and Bucky) Dumped on earth with a bothersome trinket stuck around his wrist, Loki is left to his own devices to find his way in the Human world. Of course, it doesn’t even last an hour before he gets himself in trouble. Luckily Bucky is there and something of a mutual understanding starts to take shape. Bucky, however, is dealing with some problems of his own in the form of Tony Stark who is a little bit too fixated in trying to keep earth safe. But maybe this new-found understanding - maybe even friendship - benefits both the God and the Asset.

A/N: We’re going to encounter some fighting and illusion shit from Loki’s behalf. I hope that it isn’t messy and understandable. Writing fighting-scenes clearly is difficult.

Previous chapter

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The cop had moved through the apartment without a word and when he had concluded that the men he was looking for weren’t there, he had moved on.

Loki and Bucky had moved on after that as well, not wanting, and being able to stay.

Loki had used his magic again to alter their looks, though he had made it so that when Bucky looked down he saw himself, but the reflection he caught of himself in the windows of the city through which they were moving, weren’t him.

“Where are we going?” Loki asked as he followed Bucky who swiftly and determined led them through the city.

“I’m going to whoop Stark’s ass!”

That gave Loki a halt and he grabbed the Soldier’s arm to stop him. Bucky roughly pulled himself free with a scowl on his face but he stopped his mad rush to look at the God.

“Not that I don’t support vengeance, but as you might understand I am not very keen to go there,” Loki said. He still didn’t know what Stark wanted from him, let alone that he trusted Bucky. “Besides, are you just going to barge in there and lay waste to everything or do you actually have a plan?”

“The plan is to kick his ass,” Bucky growled.

“Getting yourself killed, you mean,” Loki sighed. He caught a flicker of anger and defiance in the other’s eyes and patted his hands in the air in a soothing manner.

“You’re coming or not?”

Loki contemplated the offer. He really would love to kick the Man of Iron for his rude behavior, but one look at the golden bangle around his wrist checked him. His hand went to the metal and he twisted it around his arm, fumbling with the thing.

No words were needed as Bucky understood why the God wouldn’t come, and he slung his backpack from his back, pulling a piece of paper and a pen from it and scribbling something on it. “Here,” Bucky said and pushed the paper in Loki’s hands. “I’ll find you there,” and the Soldier slung the backpack over his shoulder again and walked off.

Loki looked at the paper and at the messy written address. With an afterthought he flicked his wrist to dispel the illusion around Bucky and he walked off.

Loki wandered through the streets of New York until he had found the place. It turned out the be a worn-down wearhouse and if the outside of the place was any indication on how the inside would look, it would be dreadful indeed.

He tried the door but it was locked. With a little bit of magic he unlocked it and he entered the building. For a moment the Prince wished he was back at the previous place for that had been better than what he encountered now. Then his mind wandered back to Asgard, his lascivious chambers, the servants that would attend his every need, the beauty of the Realm Eternal, and his heart squeezed painfully in his chest.

Snapped wires of electricity hung from a crumbling ceiling. Old, unknown machinery stood like silent sentinels around the place covered in a thick layer of dust. Stuffed in a corner was an old and dirty mattress, the wooden chair that stood in the middle of the room looked on touch away from breaking to splinters.

Loki sighed. With a glimmer of magic he repaired the chair and cleaned the mattress after which he laid down on the latter. He fidgeted with the golden bangle and slowly, exploringly, probed at the magic within with his own Seidr. It was going to take him months on end if he wanted to unravel it, but thus far he didn’t have any other options.

He could do what the Human had suggested, trying to find the solution that would get the bangle off, but that would be playing to Odin’s wishes and that wasn’t something he wanted. He would figure it out, one way or another.

Loki tried to unravel the magic for a while until he was starting to feel drained. He didn’t want to waste too much magic and thus he clasped his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

At some point he must have dozed off because a sudden bang of metal roughly pulled him from his reverie. Immediately the God was on his feet, his Seidr ready at his fingertips to defend himself. He hated being caught unaware.

Loki spotted someone moving through the room and he visibly relaxed when he saw the Soldier coming for him. “This is a dreadful place,” he said as a matter of greeting.

“Don’t worry. You won’t be staying here for long,” Bucky growled.

Suddenly Loki felt wary and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, his gut knotting painfully. What did the other mean by ‘you won’t be staying for long’ instead of ‘we’?

Bucky seemed to notice that Loki had noticed and the air around them grew dense with tension. Loki didn’t speak, just narrowed his eyes and made himself ready for whatever the Soldier would throw at him - be it words or objects.

“I’m bringing you to Stark,” Bucky said with a low growl and made for the God to capture him.

Loki ducked away from Bucky’s grasping fingers and quickly spun to a place where he had more room to move and defend himself.

“Bucky, what-” Loki started but had to dodge again as the other lunged for him. Loki caught the Soldier’s wrist. “What happened?” he inquired sternly, hoping to get through to the man. This behavior was different from what Bucky had displayed the passed hours and Loki wanted to know why.

Bucky twisted out of his grasp. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he growled. “But you’re coming with me.”

Loki slid into a battle-stance, no need for words to let the other know what his choice was; he wasn’t going to come along.

Bucky was on him within an instant, punching fast and relentless, and Loki had to duck and twist to avoid his blows. Normally he would launch attacks of his own, but he knew he couldn’t do that because he couldn’t afford the bangle to take him down, and thus he relied on his speed and abilities to dodge.

He got sorely pressed as they danced around the room. The God defended the punches effortlessly, blocking Bucky’s metal arm without batting an eye. Loki may have been considered weak and scrawny by Asgardian standards, he was still a stronger warrior than a Human, enhanced or not.

The Soldier drew a blade from somewhere and attacked without holding back. Loki didn’t summon a dagger of his own, knowing he would use it to attack. Bucky also seemed to pray on his inability to launch an attack of his own, unnecessarily leaving himself open for an attacks, inviting, taunting the God.

The only hope Loki had was that the Soldier would tire before he did, but he guessed that would be a small chance. He had to attack to come out of this on top and he had only one change!

They twisted and spun through the room, crashing into walls, destroying machinery and the chair that had stood at the center of the room was shattered to tiny bits by now.

Loki purely played on the defense, studying Bucky’s movements and attacks, hoping to catch a pattern. But the guy was a whirling maze of different attacks, never doing the same thing thrice and it left Loki with little to work with. That was until he spotted an opening and on a whim took the chance.

He launched himself forward with a lung-tearing scream, the bangle already working its magic and trying to stop him but he barreled through the pain. Without holding back he hit Bucky in the temple, knocking him out with a single blow while the bangle tried to burn him up from the inside out.

With a gasp Loki fell to his hands and knees, almost choking on the agony that coursed through his veins. The magic was merciless as he felt his blood boil and black splotches swam across his vision. He couldn’t lose his consciousness and thus he focused his breathing to remain calm and to welcome the pain instead of fighting it.

The agony would make him bend, like a palm would bend under a desert-storm, but he, just like the palm, would not break.

After what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than minutes, the angry hot flares that ran through his system started to lessen until it faded away completely.

He rolled to his back, panting heavily, every movement sending a jab of pain through his muscles. He turned his head to look at Bucky and noted that he was still out - at least some good luck for him.

When he felt like he could move again without his muscles screaming in agony, he put himself to his knees and dragged himself to the Soldier.

He checked for a pulse and was glad that he found one. At least he hadn’t murdered the guy, though that wasn’t a reason for his heart to make such an odd, little jump. Had he really grown to like this Human? Preposterous!

Next he examined the side of Bucky’s head. No visible wound but his punch would leave a nasty bruise. Loki called on his Seidr just to make sure the Soldier wouldn’t suffer a concussion, or worse; a fractured skull. He found no damage.

Just as he was retreating out Bucky’s head, his Seidr violently sucked him back into the Soldier’s mind.

Loki was a little awestruck as he witnessed first hand what had transpired in the last hours, explaining Bucky’s strange behavior.

***

With purposeful strides Bucky entered the Avengers Compound, searching for his target.

He was still angry and he was sure Stark had send those men. They had compromised everything he had worked for until now and he was sure the fragile bond he had with Loki had been shattered now. He could start all over again and he didn’t like it.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if Loki had gone to the building or that Bucky had to go on a wild God-chase through the city after he had finished with Stark.

He still didn’t know what the inventor wanted with the Trickster. The others seemed to have divided opinions - some of them wanting him on the team, others wanting the God locked up on the raft, and he was sure that there were a couple who’d rather see Loki dead.

Bucky wasn’t sure where he stood with his opinion. In the last few hours the Trickster hadn’t been that horrible and the Soldier was still convinced that Loki’s hissy fit in New York a couple of years ago hadn’t been fully of his own violation. He had seen and studied the footage, and though the God had come across as evil and malicious at that moment, he had also seen small signs of some fishy things. Something greater and more dangerous had been at work there. Bucky wasn’t a hundred percent sure if that was due to the footage, or do to his gut-feeling - something he trusted more than anything.

Bucky rounded the corner and went straight to the lab, sure he would find the inventor there. Tony’s patterns had been easy to study, and seeing that the man had send in cops and had lost his objectives, he probably wasn’t sleeping.

Bucky was right.

With a scowl on his face he pushed open the door to the lab. “What the hell were you thinking?” he growled before Tony had even gotten a greeting of some sorts past his lips. “Sending cops after me!”

Tony turned to face bucky. “Hello to you too,” he said with a feigned smile. Bucky didn’t respond and just riveted him to his spot with a glare. “You sounded different on the phone,” Stark answered as if it would explain everything.

For a man who was so intelligent he could be so stupid at times. There was no lack of empathy or smarts there, Stark sometimes just seemed blinded by the obvious.

“That wasn’t me answering!” Bucky bit.

“You lost your phone around him?” Bafflement written on Tony’s face. “That is just reckless behavior.”

Bucky gave him a foul look at the berate he received. “It’s what a Trickster does!” He shouted, taking up defense for the God. Slowly he started to doubt if he was still willing to hand Loki over. Even if it was just out of spite.

Before Tony could answer he spoke again, the anger still evident in his voice. “And I said no contact!”

Tony shrugged. “I said I would contact you. It isn’t my fault that you’ve been so careless.”

The inventor’s nonchalance grated even more on Bucky’s nerves and his fists clenched at his side. “What do you want with him anyway? You’re gonna lock him up?”

“I don’t have to answer that.”

That was it! Within that second Bucky decided he was not going to hand Loki over on a silver platter to the mad inventor. If he wanted the God for whatever reason he hid, Iron Man could come collect the God himself.

“I’m not going to bring him to you.”

“And why is that? Are you going to compromise this entire mission just out of spite? We’re a team man!”

Wildly Bucky closed the distance between them with a couple of big strides. “No!” he hissed in Tony’s face who just looked at him a little offended for invading his space in such manner. “I’ve never been part of this team.”

Tony didn’t waver and answered camly. “Part of this team or not, you are going to bring him in!”

“You’ve fucked up!” And with those words Bucky turned on his heel to leave.

“Don’t turn your back on me, Winter Soldier!”

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks and slowly, threateningly, turned on his heel.

“You can bring him in willingly, or I’ll force you,” Tony shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“No.”

“Suit yourself,” Tony said calmly and continued to speak in a language Bucky knew all too well. He had hoped to never hear those words again and yet her was the inventor spinning them at him, pronounced perfectly. “Желаниe.”

Longing.

“Pжавый.”

Rusted.

“No!” Bucky shouted and launched himself at Tony, ready to shut him up.

“Семнадцать.”

Seventeen.

Tony got the word out and pieces of his armour flew at him. Bucky smashed two pieces out of the air before they ever reached the man and he threw a punch aimed at his jaw. Tony ducked just in time, caught his suit’s gauntlet which quickly wrapped itself around his arm, and blocked Bucky’s next blow.

“Рассвет.”

Daybreak.

Tony grated out the word under the visible strain that was put on him.

Bucky saw nothing but red, his anger trying to get the better of him, but more so was it fear that took hold of him. He needed to get out. Now! If Tony would complete the sequel… He didn’t want to hurt anybody.

“Печь.”

Furnace.

Bucky broke for a run and suddenly something came flying for the Soldier and he was just in time to smash it out of the air, but he couldn’t avoid the next invention that came at him. Cold metal wrapped itself around his right wrist, pulling him backwards.

The words were already having their effect on him and a little part of his brain wanted to surrender, but he kept fighting it.

“Девять.”

Nine.

“Доброкачественные.”

Benign.

Bucky looked down at the metal ring and he tore it of his being without thinking. The next metal ring flew at him, this time aimed for his metal arm but he dodged.

He resumed his flight but out of nowhere - and probably from behind - more rings came at him and for the moment he was occupied with fighting the inventions.

He had a hard time dividing his attention between running, Tony - who was also coming at him now almost fully suited up - and the flying things. A blast from Iron Man's repulsor send him flying through the air and the rings wrapped themselves around his being.

Homecoming.

“Один.”

The blind-hot rage didn’t diminish as he struggled with his bonds which had hauled him through the room and had plastered him against a metal wall. Whatever Stark had invented, it was strong and probably designed specifically for him.

Damn him!

“Возвращение домой.”

One.

Before Tony spoke the last word he had the audacity to give Bucky a nasty smile. Weirdly enough Bucky’s thoughts went out to Loki. Not because he cared that much for the God, but because he knew he would be send after him, to retrieve him, no matter what the cost. Pangs of guilt and remorse were the last thing that ran through his system before the blinding rage dimmed.

“Грузовой вагон.”

Freight car.

Bucky felt his mind go blank for a split-second and he stopped trashing his bonds,  almost going limp plastered against the wall.

“Солдат!” Tony said sternly.

The word penetrated his ears and drifted through his mind. Soldier!

He knew the correct answer.

“Я готов отвечать.”

Ready to comply.

With a couple of clicking sounds the metal rings released him and the Asset fell to the floor, deftly catching himself and hauling himself upright.

Tony smirked. “And then to think there was once a day I wanted you dead.”

The Asset didn’t reply. He hadn’t been asked or commanded something, so why bother to speak?

“Winter Soldier, I want you to bring me Loki,” Tony commanded. “Alive.”

“And the rest of his condition?” he asked in a monotone, merciless voice.

“If you harm him because he resists, so be it, that is his choice.”

***

With a gasp Loki exited Bucky’s mind, a hundred questions answered and a thousand more unanswered.

Bucky stirred for a moment but didn’t wake up, and Loki decided to put him on the mattress to make the man a little more comfortable.

The revelations shone a new light on the situation and now he was positively sure that Bucky had been brainwashed, had meant him no harm and chose his side! The former left a sour taste on the back of Loki’s tongue and involuntary he was swept back to his attack with the Chitauri - the reason he was here.

Loki shook his head to push the memories away.

He looked around the room, seeing the havoc they had created in their struggle, and with a bit of his magic he repaired the chair so he could sit down on something better than a dusty, concrete floor.

He took a moment to study the Soldier, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary - not that it would show in this state - but Loki could tell. He briefly considered tying the other up, just in case he would come back to conscious and would attack him again, but Loki decided against it.

He spotted Bucky’s backpack in a corner and fetched it, rummaging through the contents. At least there was some food there and a bit of water and it was only now that he felt the dryness in his throat. He gulped down almost the entire bottle and then refilled it with his magic - a simple trick but very useful - and put the bottle next to Bucky.

Loki also found a notebook. He decided to read it to pass time and still his curiosity.

It didn’t take long before Bucky regained consciousness. With a groan he put his hand to his head, his eyes slowly finding Loki who was already sitting up straight and ready for another attack.

“You’re reading my journal?” Bucky asked with a raspy voice while he reached for the bottle of water and drained the contents.

“Not the best I have ever read but entertaining nonetheless,” Loki deadpanned.

Bucky scoffed. “What the hell happened?”

“You have some dangerous problems, Winter Soldier,” Loki said calmly. He caught the brief gleam in Bucky’s eyes at the name but he didn’t make for him. The Soldier didn’t show any signs that he was going to attack and Loki relaxed.

“You don’t know half of it,” Bucky grunted, obviously trying to avoid the subject.

“I know more than you think, and not just from this journal.” the God threw the notebook at Bucky who deftly caught it. “Though I am still wondering what Stark’s motivations are,” he mused.

The Soldier quickly sat up, looking at him with narrowed eyes, suspicion written plain on his face. “What-”

“I got a peek into your mind,” Loki confessed and quickly added, “accidently,” as he noticed Bucky getting angry. “I saw what Stark did.”

Bucky was obviously dismayed, and Loki was sure he would be as well if someone had done those things to him - either using the man so vicious or scouring around in his mind like he had done.

“You have no idea why he wants to bring me in?”

Bucky shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Sure he, or someone else, must have given you a reason otherwise you wouldn’t have sought me out in the first place.”

Bucky sighed. “It wasn’t just me. We, the Avengers, were all set in place. Different places around the world, waiting for you to show up. I was just the one closest to you.”

“How did you know I was coming?” Loki questioned but already gave the answer himself. “Thor!”

Bucky nodded.

“You informed them.” It was an accusation but Loki couldn’t refrain his voice from asking it in a questioning matter.

“I called it in. They all know.”

Loki nodded and briefly wondered why Thor hadn’t come for him yet. His brother hadn’t exactly tried to defend Loki - he hadn’t seen his brother at all since they dumped him in that cell awaiting trial - but he had expected Thor would at least have come for him. Even if it had only been to jostle him and try to talk some ‘sense’ in him.

“Now what?” Loki mused. Currently they had more than one problem on their hands. A golden bangle around his wrist and Stark using Bucky for his own twisted designs. He didn’t quite recall when his personal problem had become their problem and vice versa, but the God felt quite resentful towards the Man of Iron for sending Bucky at him like this.

“We kill Stark.” Bucky made it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the world, harboring an anger and wrath behind those blue-grey orbs which made Loki feel a little giddy and malicious.

“Again, I do support your will for vengeance, but if Stark uses those words on you we are back where we started.” Loki fidgeted with his fingers, his index-finger running over the pad of his thumb. “I could, of course, counter that with those words as well but that is ju-”

“You wouldn’t!” Bucky exclaimed.

Loki gave him a look. “Oh, but I would,” he said darkly and then made a gesture for Bucky to calm down. “As I was trying to say, it is inconvenient to fight in such fashion. Especially if those other pesky Avengers decide to choose a side as well.”

“You obviously have a plan,” Bucky remarked and Loki nodded. Clever human!

He was silent for a moment, letting the suspense built and working on the other’s nerves just because he could, but also because he briefly questioned himself, not knowing if this was a wise idea.

Bucky, however, wasn’t doing well with the silence. “What?”

“I could magically destroy those triggers in your mind.”

***

“No!”

No way in hell that this God was going to tear his mind apart! Hydra had already used it as their playground, he wasn’t going to let Loki be the next one in line.

Loki only raised an eyebrow - he had expected the dismissive outburst.

“I’m not going to have a God of Lies rummaging around in my mind!” Bucky said harshly and added, “I don’t trust you,” to emphasize his point even more.

“The feeling is mutual,” Loki grinned and weirdly enough Bucky could appreciate the comment. “Then what? You’re going to stuff your ears with cotton?” Loki deadpanned and gave him a small, amused smile.

The worst part was, Bucky was actually considering it. Anything but Loki playing around in his brain or someone using those words on him.

“Any progress on that bracelet?” Bucky asked, trying to change the subject.

“No. Like I said, it might take me years,” Loki said sourly. “And you are changing the subject.”

“You noticed,” Bucky said dryly, giving him a look that said he was done with talking about issue. “We need a plan.”

“We need to get out of this disgusting place,” Loki retorted, wrinkling his nose.

“We need to set priorities,” Bucky countered.

Right now they were in an abandoned warehouse with no comfort at all - something that didn’t bother Bucky, but the spoiled Prince seemed to get antsy.

Then there was the problem with the bracelet. Loki couldn’t attack. Well, he could, but it would cost him dearly. But the God’s defenses were good enough if they ran into some enemies.

That left the question what Stark exactly wanted with Loki and the shimmering anger and will for revenge itching under his skin.

Maybe they could combine the first and the latter problem in one solution.

“I might have an idea,” Bucky said. “It might need some fine tuning.”

“I’m listening.”

Bucky told Loki his ideas, and Loki made some good suggestions which they integrated in the plan. Within an hour they were on the move through the city, their destination one of the Avenger safe-houses.

They settled themselves in an old factory that had a little more than just a chair and a mattress, and made themselves dinner and having light conversations while Loki maintained an illusion.

Bucky was a little on edge for what was about to come. They had only one change and if they blew it, if something went wrong, then the consequences could be disastrous for the both of them.

After a couple of hours Loki suddenly said, “he is here.”

They both got into their positions and without knocking Tony entered the building, taking up the scene before him.

Bucky sat in a chair where Loki maintained an illusion that made it look like the God was bound there. For the last couple of hours this was what the trickster had been showing, and with that Bucky beating him up.

Loki had shape-shifted into Bucky and sauntered through the room - a sight that still unsettled the Soldier himself very much.

“Soldier!” Tony said and Loki as Bucky turned on his heel. “I had said that if he opposed a problem you could neutralize him in a way you saw fit, not that you needed to beat him up.”

“You won’t tell me what the hell you want with him-”

Tony nodded and finished his sentence. “And you thought he would have the answer.”

Loki as Bucky shrugged.

“Well, now you have him, I might as well tell you,” he said to Loki as Bucky.

Bucky himself - who looked like a beaten up and bloodied Loki - slowly lifted his head, narrowing his eyes at the inventor.

Bucky briefly wondered about the sanity of Tony. Was he going to reveal his masterplan right now? Had the movies and endless amount of villains he had fought taught him nothing? A quick glance at Loki confirmed that the God was wondering the same.

“I just want to bring him to the Avengers Compound to study his magic.”

“Why?” Bucky rasped in Loki’s voice.

“To make the world a safer place of course,” Tony quipped. “Fury was right. We are outgunned, especially regarding magic.”

“You want to study my magic so you can do… what? Make stronger weapons from it or against it?” Bucky asked.

“Whatever is necessary to keep earth safe!” Tony answered harsh.

“You’re coming with me, Reindeer Games,” he said, moving for Bucky, Stark’s armour already crawling into place over his form.

“I have heard enough,” Loki said with a growl which drew a brief, raised eyebrow from Stark who then ignored him and proceeded his advance on Bucky.

The moment Iron Man touched Bucky - from whom Tony still thought was Loki - the illusion fell, showing Bucky calmly sitting in the chair, unbound. Bucky couldn’t see Tony’s face behind the metal mask but he could imagine it very well as he heard Stark muttering in surprise.

Bucky didn’t want to give Tony a moment to recover from his stupor and flung himself at the man, trying to punch him. Iron Man easily blocked it, as Bucky had expected, and immediately he pushed a second assault which got stopped mid-punch.

“Cease your attack now, Soldier! Stand down!” Tony shouted.

Bucky paid him no heed. Anger coursed hot through his veins, his vision narrowing only to focus on the man in the metal, his mind flooded with only on desire: revenge.

He was vaguely aware that Loki was around too, but as they had agreed upon the God would stay on the sidelines and aid the Soldier with magic where necessary and defend himself if Tony came at him.

Both Bucky and Tony pushed their attacks. They threw punches and kicks whenever they spotted an opening, Bucky twisting this way and that to stay clear of the beams Tony shot at him, Iron Man on his turn hard pressed by the sheer strength that was fuelled by Bucky’s rage.

For a moment Tony caught hold of Bucky, a stalemate of less than a second but what felt like minutes, and both took the moment to draw a breath. At least, that was what Bucky thought they did.

“Longing.” The russian word penetrated Bucky’s ears as Tony spoke it with a panting breath.

He could feel the word tug at something in his brain. He didn’t want to give in and tried to shut the feeling out with his rage, but if anything, it only seemed to fuel that tugging.

Bucky doubled his efforts, attacking Iron Man relentless who suddenly kept parrying his every move or simply took the hit in favor to return one.

“Rusted.”

A flash briefly blinded Bucky’s sight as the word hooked itself in his mind. He could feel himself starting to slip, like water running through the cracks. Then a sudden calmness washed over him and Bucky’s slowly blurring vision started to clear again. He could feel the odd sense of something countering the words, snapping at the pull that tried to drag him down under and back to the Asset.

Taking advantage of the situation Bucky fought on, throwing punches left and right and pushing Stark backwards with his attacks.

The man started to sound frantic, almost desperate as he kept spitting the russian words. “Seventeen. Daybreak.”

It was weird to hear the words without them taking further root, the serenity that coursed through him giving him a much better focus at the task at hand; neutralizing the enemy!

“Furnace.”

Still Bucky felt a sense of despair. What if this was something new? The calm before the storm, so to speak. What if by the last word he suddenly toppled over the edge? Then all would’ve been for naught and he would lose his free will and Loki would get locked up in a box to be used as guinea-pig.

Suddenly Stark broke his assault on Bucky and the Soldier had to catch himself mid-attack. He spun around just in time to see Iron Man flying at Loki, barreling into the God with full force.

The feeling of calmness left his system as if someone had flicked a switch. The sense of dread spread through him as he feared for what would come, or better said, the part of him that would come for him.

Loki was easily keeping up with Iron Man, his Godly powers far greater than that what was harboured within the suit.

It was only now that Bucky realised Loki had been playing with the biker-gang who had attacked him on the day they had met. Had Loki truly wanted, he would have raised his kill-count without breaking a sweat.

Bucky launched himself into the fray just as the next word in the trigger-sequence was uttered by Stark. It felt as if he received a punch in the gut and head at the same time, but the Soldier would not be deterred.

With a lot of effort he pulled Iron Man from Loki and Bucky caught the green shimmer of magic as the serenity washed over him once again.

They could win this as long as they kept their efforts combined.

Bucky was currently crouching low, having landed lightly from a mid-air attack and looking up at Tony with rage still shimmering in his blue-grey eyes. Iron Man was already on his hind-legs as Bucky had driven up the pressure to wear out his suit. Even though they hadn’t won yet, Bucky’s confidence grew.

That was until from the corner of his eye he saw some very familiar metal rings flying towards him.

Next Chapter

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Your wild side

I am not going to lie, my English is bad, to save time and effort I have used translators and I have reviewed them. I think it’s ok all.

tag: underfell , wolvesfell ( To create for Sanspar)

diferent universe, maybe gore, bad language

note: 1º I writting something and forgotme if there are something misspelled

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CHAPTER 2- Fight brother

His arm hurt like hell, if not  were for the glove, probably the bite would have ripped the whole arm off in a single moment. Despite the large hardness of the leather was no match for the powerful Sans's bite had propitiated without warning, since when Sans had his teeth so sharp? Those teeth had gotten to the bone, felt a sharp pain in the Radius, but apparently nothing too serious.

Meanwhile the other skeleton remained absent for some time looking at the impenetrable wall of blue light. When he returned, he ran off with the intention of surrounding the high wall of bones, but before following a few more steps, two bones of the sides appeared, cutting off him way, forming a cross in front of his nostrils.

Both monsters looked at each other, both of them knew that they wouldn't allow each other's wishes to be fulfilled.

The tension was felt in the icy wind of the forest. Neither of them made any movement for a long period of time thinking about their future movements until Papyrus decided to take initiative, potent and high blue bones left the ground forming a cage between him and his brother surrounding the small treeless zone in which they stay. The Blue magic needed an extra magical consumption but the Great and Powerful Papyrus wasn't a big effort. The action was unpredictable for his older brother and for a few seconds the horror could be read in their eyesockets before the impotence of some quick escape.

"I SAID YOU, BROTHER, I WILL NOT LOSE YOU AGAIN AND LESS IN THIS STATE" - Sans only responded by grunting him and giving to murderous look, he was not going to put it easily.

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Papyrus was heading for the ruins, Sans' sentry station was the first of all Snowdin's checkpoint, as Commander and superior of the area had to check that everything was correct, so one of the daily tasks that he had to perform was Checking that all the puzzles were properly calibrated and checking that everyone was doing their job properly. Unlike the other sentinels his brother didn't take his work seriously, he took advantage that the boss was his own brother, and whenever Papyrus lectured him about the importance of his position, he simply argued that for more than 10 years no human had  get out of the ruins. Absurd! That was no excuse for such a vagrancy almost always that he was going to make his inspection was found asleep or simply disappeared and in case it was little he could never keep his position in good condition. Unforgivable! All full of scraps of junk food and those stupid bottles of mustard! How could I even drink such a concoction?! Each day that Papyrus had to check his brother he simply felt that he could put fire through his mouth, he simply couldn't bear his disorder, it seemed that he was doing it to annoy him. If I even created a magical tornado for the garbage to spin around when he told him that didn't want to see the crap of his room on the floor anymore. What he didn't know is that this day would be different from the others, when he finally arrived as expected Sans wasn't in his position as he corresponded when he went to inspect the sentry station he found a lump curled up on himself lying, below Where he was supposed to be watching.

For a moment Papyrus thought his soul would explode from the rage inside. "YOU FUCKING SHIT!" HOW YOU CAN DARE TO...! "- his screams were accompanied with a pull up grabbing the hood of his brother's jacket but before he could follow his reprisals I noticed that something strange was occurring and a second later only felt a kick similar to a kick in his spine. Papyrus took a few steps back, not before seeing a Sans acting and looking... different. But he couldn't see clearly enough before he ran out into the woods. He didn't understand what had just happened, he knew something strange was happening, but the confusion began to turn into fury. He would later teach his brother what he meant by the word "respect" couldn't tolerate such insolence no matter how familiar they were was still a superior. At night Sans didn't return for dinner or sleep. Two days later Sans was still missing and had reported apparitions of a strange monsters around the forest. It couldn't be a simple coincidence.

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The dialogue did not promise anything different so far but there was that try again.

"SANS, UNLESS YOU START CO-OPERATION I GOING TO-" Sans barked aggressively as he leapt forward as a warning. "OK THEN" In situations like these Payrus liked to use red magic always provided an extra damage to anyone who touched it but Sans was one of the weakest monsters that could exist in the underground, although eventually with form His LOVE also grew so his statistics still had a HP well below average, When Papyrus was kid they check his brother to know his statistics, can't be said that he wasn't surprised what he discovered, very few people knew this fact or they suspected it and those who had taken advantage of this knowledge only served to increase his EXP. Luckily Sans had a high defense and the monsters could hold out much longer as long as the attacker had no intention of doing any real damage. In other words. He must weaken Sans by any means. The cage may have been small but it was wide enough to maneuver without any problems. Both skeletons stared at each other silently without making any movement. Who would give in? Who would start the shift? After two incredibly unnecessary minutes Papyrus decided he had already waited too long. He began to walk forward while he summoned a spear-like bone, under normal conditions his bones had at least one sharp side, but for this situation a standard bone was more than sufficient.

After seeing the aura of confidence that the subject in front of him expelled throughout his being panic became visible in the wild skeleton and wasn't so sure to continue  facing him,  he really never wanted it just wanted to get out of there but couldn't those Blue bones ... he knew perfectly well what would happen if he touched one of those. The enemy was getting closer and couldn't keep going back and keeping distances eternally sooner or later it would reach him he had to think of something and fast .... Yes, there was his escape route!

After taking the first steps Papyrus was soon to see that all the fighting spirit had disappeared from his brother's position, it is not the first time he saw a monster trying to pull a bluff to hide the fear or some simply to Take advantage of others. The latter were really fun to get the fumes down. If Sans was afraid to fight in that case would be much simpler to knock, perfect.

Error fatal

Before he understood what had happened Papyrus was on the ground trying to remove the dangerous teeth from his face. Thanks to his reflexes he was able to protect himself in time, before Sans was thrown by the neck he gave time to place his spear between him and the neck of his brother, he had both hands occupied trying to move away the rabid face while the monster above was still trying to rip his face off a bite while trying to scratch his armor with his new claws. Well maybe it was not a bluff after all.

Papyrus was easily released, he simply had to slide the weight of Sans to one side to get rid of him. Sans again respected the distance between the two as he continued to grunt. Papyrus quickly stood up and waved his weapon toward his enemy.

"NYEHEHE, THEN REALLY WILL BE FOR THE EVILS FORM" - actually this would be like a child's play, in Snowdin, the only real guards were wise dogs how they acted when they weren't patrolling, they might all have different tactics when fighting like Sentinels but the fights they made were predictable and unorganized in their movements, attacked without thinking. Over time Papyrus understood that it was some "games" to prove who were the strong of the litter but for Papyrus only served to see who the most idiot. Whatever it was, Sans acted like a dog rather than a monster rightly. The first attack was unexpected and embarrassing for a commander of his level but it was something not to be repeated again.

Time to get serious

He speared the spear to the right of his body and ran to his brother, striking the right flank of Sans. This simply eludes him with a leap letting the bone under his paws. This surprised him but not for that he would stop his next blow and again the same thing happened, the next 3 attempts happened exactly the same Sans only kept dodging his attack. Papyrus stepped back.

"LEAST YOU DON'T FORGETED YOU SKILL TO EVADE " - the other just stared into the eyes of the tall skeleton in front of him, those wide red-orange eyes wide open for anything.

He was preparing to launch another more coordinated attack than the previous one when it was found that the other one has thrown a race towards its direction, quickly is replaced to defensive way but Sans simply happened to his side following another path, running towards .. .. The mound!. The small mountain of rocks had remained inside the magic cell forming a perfect way for anyone to jump on them. The other was already jumping the rocks. I could think of only one solution. Increase the height of the blue bars. When he finish growing the bones, he hear the hollow sound followed by a body falling on the snow. Without intending it, it is managed to knock down its objective.

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