Oh, I love that! Let's make it happen! Argyle's young brother it's a great option for our dear Will! And they could connect naturally, like they could meet again in college and become close because their brothers friendship, progressing naturally to a relationship! It's perfect!
yesss omg!! we need a tag for him outside of 'argyle's younger bro' or something similar. like lets flesh this boy out as a team, i love it sm. community oc <3
but!! i actually love that a lot 👏 argyle's brother is the first to recognize will since he and jonathan look alike (and maybe he saw will once or twice and had a puppy crush, who knows). he's all wolf grins and excitement as he slides over to say hi.
will's eyes light up with recognition once the other name drops argyle.
"yeah, uh, i wanted to get to know you better, but you guys skipped town with my brother out of, like, nowhere," argyle's bro fully jokes, not really thinking too much about it (argyle is argyle who knows what he told his bro).
will: oh haha. crazy. that was. something.
they do hit it off right away. argyle's bro is confident, but not obnoxious. what would his major be, hmm. maybe something super smart, which throws everyone off constantly. engineering or chemistry, something like that. or not.
he's a flirt, but he's not even cheesy about it. he's smooth ("let's move, pretty eyes."). he loves to tell stories about him and argyle.
jon couldn't do it, but argyle's bro succeeds in getting will to smoke with him.
BESTIEEEE (cherished mutual, may I call you bestie?) YOU PICKED THE SADDEST, CEREBRAL-EST, MOST SELF-INDULGENT ONE!!!
Also, thank you for participating in my fanfic WIP ask game I posted in (checks notes) April. To look on the bright side, though, you can’t spell Executive Dysfunction without Fun, so... there’s that?
By the way, I thought both your WIPs sounded super cool--I’d love to see Atomic Samurai and Saitama switch disciples, and I think a lot of us are wondering which is more overwhelming: 3 regular students or one Genos. One Punch “Ham” series? Haha, that’s brilliant! I am here for the Dad jokes, and also any AU where Saitama has hair.
Anyway, if you recognize the phrase “Best of All Possible Words,” you probably know where this fic is going. If you don’t have 18th century philosophical rhetoric at top of mind, though, the phrase wouldn’t necessarily strike you as ironic. But if I tell you it’s about Genos and Dr. Kuseno, and it’s got major webcomic spoilers, you’ve probably figured out where this is going, and that it’s about to get very sad.
Because it contains webcomic spoilers, I put the content warnings below the cut. If this is too sad and you nope out, I won’t take offense. You also asked about “pure of heart, dumb of ass” story and that’s probably more like what you’re used to seeing from me: it’s mostly goofy and a little sad, but all’s well that ends well. I've posted snippets of that one before: “Game Night” (where Genos beats Garou at Monopoly, and Garou is both intrigued/appalled to find that Genos actually has a Lawful Evil streak) or this scene where Garou arrives early for dinner --Genos is at home cooking, but Saitama is walking Rover, and Genos realizes with mounting horror that he probably should have warned Garou about the uniqueness of their pets... Garou asks about all the half-burned chew-toys, and Genos tells him "although we do not have a dog, Rover is not entirely unlike a domesticated canine." Poor Garou gets really excited for Saitama to return with the puppers. He thinks he's going to meet a wolf. ^_^ Little does he know...
Anyway, if you want to have your heart broken, you’re welcome to keep reading. Gome “¯\_(ツ)_/¯“
Content Warnings: Major character death, death of parents, thoughts of death, webcomic spoilers, hurt/no comfort.
We begin with denial. Even with six feet of dirt separating them, Genos finds himself compulsively scanning Kuseno’s grave for vital signs, futile and absurd though it is.
“But we cannot trace spirits (or even a single spirit, the spirit), because they don’t exist, and even if they do, we barely have the means to begin looking.”
Genos’ thoughts and theories regarding the afterlife are inseparable from memories of his father, who was a professor of Economics and Philosophy--that’s not canon, of course, that’s my OC... or (gh)O(st)C, if you will.
As you’ve gathered, Genos and his father are both quite cerebral, and they debated frequently, for fun.
His father liked to argue endlessly, eloquently--not that he actually believed in very much. These were thought exercises, nothing more.
People would say they were alike, he and his father--eloquent, tempestuous, uncompromising. But Genos grew up in a different world, one that was rapidly changing for the worst, and by the time he was old enough to truly follow his father’s rhetoric, things were different: debating ideals wasn’t enough. You had to live them.
This is where Candide comes in: it’s a book that Genos read and discussed with his father. Candide, or The Optimistic, is Voltaire’s seminal satire (and later, a Leonard Bernstein operetta) that grapples with what seems like the futility of hope. I’ll get into more details later--but for now, suffice to say that there’s a character called “Dr. Pangloss” who dies several times throughout the course of the novel, only to reappear at later points, flippantly laughing off any obvious distress displayed by his loyal student, Candide. Dr. Pangloss even has a catchphrase, but I’ll let Genos tell it:
People have survived worse.
If only someone were here to chide him for his foolishness, his reckless thinking. His father, Dr. Kuseno...
...But it can’t be. It can’t, it just can’t.
The term “Panglossian” has made it into our vocabulary as the term for someone “characterized by or given to extreme optimism, especially in the face of unrelieved hardship or adversity.“
Through Candide, Voltaire lampoons his contemporaries--the Enlightenment philosophers who touted that science and reason would eventually bring about Absolute Truth, and subsequently a better world. But Voltaire has come for one scholar’s kneecaps in particular: Gottfried Leibniz, who came up with this whole “best of all possible worlds” thing. Leibniz believed that if (and this is real big “if”)-- if there is a loving God, then this MUST be the best of all possible worlds. Because, well, how could anything ever be otherwise? If you’re inclined to listen to the operetta, the song is pretty catchy:
CANDIDE:
There is a reason
For everything under the sun!
MAXIMILLIAN:
Objection!
What about snakes?
PANGLOSS:
Snakes!
'Twas snake that tempted mother Eve
Because of snake we now believe
That though depraved
We can be saved
From hellfire and damnation
(Because of snake's temptation!)
So essentially it’s a circular argument, right? It’s kind of a cruel, cosmic joke: the only world you have is the one that’s in front of you right now. In that sense, it is indeed the best, but only by the process of elimination. Which brings us to Eternal Return: the idea that every moment--past, present, and future--exist simultaneously, and constantly recur. There’s some debate on whether this is a multiverse/multiple endings deal (if I understand correctly), but to some extent it doesn’t matter: us puny humans perceive our existence in linear time. Once again, all we have is right now.
Still, Genos can’t help but thinking about it:
A world where they escaped, a world where they didn’t. A world where they never had to run from anything. A world unmarred, one he can’t imagine. And a world with his parents would mean, ostensibly, a world without Dr. Kuseno. So in that sense, he can only choose loss.
Understandably overwhelmed, Genos turns to his Sensei for insight:
“Do you believe there’s anything after this, Sensei?”
“No.” Saitama answers quickly, and only thinks about it after.
“...No,” Saitama says again, more assured this time. “I think this is it, Gen.”
Genos lowers himself to the ground, touching the earth.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Saitama asks.
Saitama is referring to Kuseno’s final wish: that Genos would run far, far away from the violent life he’s made.
Genos spends some time considering the implications of this--there’s something comforting about the whole “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” thing, because we all return to the same thing, in the end, but... Genos won’t. Or, at least, it will take him a whole other eternity, because he no longer has his biological body.
Genos is not inclined to believe in more noumenal things, like spirits and souls, so he considers that he’s no longer like his father in body (even if has, in all forms, resembled his father), because he no longer has a biological body. In that sense, it’s almost as if he’s been made in Kuseno’s likeness--or, at least, fashioned by his hand. So Kuseno lives on in him, but only at the expense of something.
I tried to end it a bit hopeful and kinda Saigenos if you squint:
“Everything you love goes. Or you go,” Saitama says. “That’s just life, right?”
“But you won’t.”
There’s a pause--an unspoken moment not unlike someone speaking aloud a password, and waiting to be allowed in.
In the silence, Genos imagines his heart breaking. Would break, if it hadn’t already.
But enough of that, he thinks. I no longer have a heart.
Saitama sits on the ground beside him and takes a handful of earth, sifting the dirt through his fingers -- it slips through them like air, water, the things that pass through our hands with no hope of being held.
“No,” Saitama says at last. “I guess not, huh?”
And that’s how I feel about Saitama, especially lately--he says the right thing, kinda, but he tends to botch the delivery at least a bit.
I still haven’t worked out an ending, my notes say “something something universe left to cease and grow cold?” but I’d like to end it at least a little more hopeful than the inevitable heat death of the universe. That's kind of a lot.
I’ve always liked writing about Genos and Garou because they are two characters that aren’t going towards strength as much as they’re running away from weakness, and abandoning their human bodies has (for whatever reason) become a key part of that journey for them. That’s interesting when you consider that many responses to trauma live just as much as the body as the mind. Garou monsterizes because that’s his solution to never feeling strong in his human body (despite having objective evidence to the contrary) and (unless I’m mistaken) it’s never confirmed that Genos lost his body during the Mad Cyborg attack, just that his human body was too weak to achieve his goals.
Even if Genos wasn’t directly injured by the mad Cyborg, he did witness the attack-- which means it was likely a narrow miss. In any case, being exposed to the overall violence and un-safety of the world would understandably provoke overwhelming anxiety and fear as well as grief. You might decide to cope with that feeling of vulnerability by upgrading your body to something more durable. Likewise, if you were a scientist ethically conflicted about performing such extreme body modifications on a child, you might take into account the aggressive/reckless behavior that Genos demonstrates now--which is actually a very common trauma response. (This is what I perceive in Garou, as well--he's just a confused kid that has forgotten you can also get serotonin from hugs, not just near-death experiences.).
...I recently did a small (sad) fic exploring similar themes with Garou’s character. Since it’s my crack headcanon that they’re both from the same village, Garou also lost his mom in the attack. To describe the story in the most boring way possible, Garou notices that after his arm shatters and regenerates, and he returns to human form, all his scars are gone--including the ones from his childhood, and he has a lot of Feels about that, actually.
Thank you again for the ask! I really appreciate it, and I always love talking about my WIP. Happy writing ;)
[Disclaimer: This was my first Negan fic ever, originally posted to AO3, my name's LadyMiddlefinger there. I wanted to share this with you here too, so enjoy this smut fest, haha. 😁]
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„Great. Just fucking great!“ I stomped loudly with my foot, unable to stop myself from making no sound. This situation was so fucked up, I just couldn’t believe I got myself into this kind of hell.
„Are you fucking crazy? Stop the damn noise or you’re gonna kill us,“ Negan said through gritted teeth. I could tell he was furious with me. In another situation I would've been afraid of him. But now, well, now I was just mad. At myself. At him. At the damn dead fucks outside of our hiding place. An abandoned gas station, or better said, the back room of it. Secured by a heavy locker Negan had knocked over.
I tried hard to calm myself down, I really did. My breathing was so loud I couldn’t form a coherent thought. We had been on a raid, Negan, myself and a few other Saviors. We had looked for food, gas and other supplies, exploring the area south from the usual route. And then those walkers, a big fucking horde of them, crossed our way. I had no idea how many of us were alive still. I was lucky enough that Negan grabbed my hand and dragged me with him, inside of this place. But now we were trapped. And I wasn’t so sure I really wanted to be trapped with the big bad wolf. Even if I liked working for Negan, he most of the time scared the shit out of me.
„Are you getting off or why do you breath so fucking loud?“ I heard him whisper. I bet Negan had one of those arrogant smirks painted across his face. It was so dark in this room, no window, no light, so I couldn’t see him in all his cocky glory. I rolled my eyes at this thought and his comment alike.
„No, damn you, I’m in panic because we’re stuck here, surrounded by death itself. And it’s fucking dark.“
I heard his leather jacket rustle with his movement. He seemed to make a few steps in my direction, I could make out his frame if I concentrated enough.
„OK doll, so here’s the deal. I will hold you for a bit so you can calm down. And you won’t kill us by freaking the fuck out. The only thing you have to do is shut the fuck up. And don’t tell a soul I hugged you. Understood?“
His voice was deep, bearly above a whisper. Was he serious? Big bad Negan hugging me so I could calm down? This must be a joke of him.
„No shit here, I’m as serious as it gets. I won’t ask again“, he added. I heard him put Lucille down and waited a few more seconds before I whispered a shaky „OK“.
Without hesitation, Negan stepped forward some more, closing his strong arms around me. I hugged him back, inhaling his musky smell of blood, sweat, leather and his usual cologne. He was warm, his heart seemed to beat just a tad faster than usual. He calmed me instantly, I was surprised myself.
We stood there for long moments, breathing in, breathing out. As my heartbeat felt steady enough to speak again. „I never thought you would be a soft guy deep down“, I murmured into his chest.
Immediately he let go of me, though his hands remained on my shoulder, squeezing a bit harder than necessary.
„Excuse the shit outta me? Damn it, I wanted to be a decent guy and you make fun of me. Not cool, sweetheart. Besides…I’m anything but a soft guy. Deep. Down“, Negan whispered back though gritted teeth, emphasizing his words with shallow thrusts of his hips. Damn, since when did this situation turn into…this direction?
I swallowed heavily before speaking again.
„Calm down, Negan. This was meant as a compliment. I liked you hugging me.“ My voice trembled a bit and gave away what I felt. Deep. Down.
„Yeah, I bet you did. You always love to be near me, yeah? Shit, why would you even volunteer in the first place to come with us?“
My eyes, finally used to the dark in this damn locked room, roamed over his face. He looked mischievous, his famous smirk on point, eyes darker than usual. I felt my cheeks turn redder while he stared at me.
„I… I wanted to help, not just sit around like your stupid wives do.“ Shit, this sounded bitter, jealous even. The last thing I wanted him to think of me.
His fingers loosened the grip on my shoulders a bit while he tried to suppress a hearty laugh.
„You are shit at lying, you know that, right? So, Miss Jealous Mealous, why don’t we get this“, he gestured with his hands between us in the air, „out of the way? We need to hide some more until those dead fucks have vanished. If you promise me to keep quiet, I could definitely proof to you how hard our little banter got me. And I bet you’re fucking wet for me, am I right, sweetheart? I can practically smell you. You need to get out of your tight pants and onto my cock, hmm?“
I gasped at his dirty words, he left me speechless. And not only because I wasn’t used to his attention. Also because he was right and I hated myself for getting this turned on this fast.
„Oho, I‘m right, I always am. That’s why I’m the boss.“
„Shut up, Negan.“
„Make me.“
This was enough. I snapped, crashing my body against his strong frame. I needed to get on my tip toes to reach his lips, but when I finally kissed him, God, it was with need I haven’t felt in such a long time. He kissed me back with equal fervor, fighting for the upper hand, nipping at my lower lip. He kissed so sensual and dominant, my knees got weak in an instant. My arms slid around his neck, pressing him down some more while my fingers tried to grab at his leather jacket. And his hands, well…they slid down, down, down, over my ass, up again, before settling on my hips with a possive grip, pulling my center into his crotch.
„Yeah, that’s all for you“, he teased, breathing in some well needed air. „Do you want to touch me, darling? Suck me? Or do you need a hand first…or my mouth? I’m in for all of it.“
With that, his lips descended to nibble at my pulse point, eliciting a low moan out of my throat.
„Touch me“, I whispered, breath hitching when he bit down slightly.
„What was that? I didn’t hear you.“
That bastard…
„I said, touch me, Negan, like you mean it.“
He still didn’t do more than drive me crazy with his mouth and tongue on my neck, so I moaned again and added a desperate „please“.
„That’s what I like to hear“, Negan rasped and backed me into the desk that was located behind me. I sat down immediately and he stepped between my legs.
„Tell me, sweetheart, do you like it vanilla or kinky? I don’t wanna scare the shit outta you, if you know what I mean.“
„For fuck’s sake, do I look like a doll or what?“
That’s when he couldn’t suppress a raspy laugh, getting rid of my trousers simultaneously.
„Yeah, more like a wild cat, ready to swallow me whole“, he winked, pulling my trousers over my legs.
Ugh, I hated his bad jokes. Why did he always have to be so sly?
„I will scratch you if you don’t let go of those sly comments“, I taunted.
„Please do, I can handle getting rough.“
„Do you? Or do you just have a big mouth?“
„Oh, you don’t know what you’re asking for.“
Negan grinned, gripping for my underwear and tearing it off in one swift motion.
I gasped at his boldness and moaned shortly afterwards when his fingers dipped through my folds.
„My oh my, like I’ve said, you’re wet as hell for big old Negan.“
His fingers played with my wetness, teasing me with light touches. Finally he relented and stroked my clit in tight circles, making me buck against his hand.
„So responsive, fuck. That’s so hot.“
It took only moments for him to use his long middle finger to sink into my heat, followed by a second one.
„Oh God“, I moaned, apparently a bit too loud for Negan’s taste. His fingers were gone again in an instant.
„What did I tell you? Be quiet or this little freaky deaky won’t be happening.“
I nodded, unable to say a word.
„Good girl“. He fleshed his teeth and continued his ministrations. He drove me insane with his fingers which he curled in a perfect manner, in and out, faster when I bucked against him, deeper when my eyes closed out if pure bliss.
Only a few precise thrusts later, I tipped over the edge. My moans were swallowed by his hot mouth while his fingers fucked me through my orgasm.
Then they were gone and I opened my eyes again…to the unmistakable dirty image of him licking them clean with a sinister smirk plastered on his lips.
„Oh girl, I need to get a taste from the source real soon. But now I think it’s time for you to thank me for that mind-blowing orgasm of yours, don’t you think?“
„Well, thank you then“, I breathlessly reply.
„That won’t do, no, no. You have to thank me properly.“
My eyes burned a hole into his face, though I couldn’t deny how needy I still was for him.
So I slid down from the desk, well aware of the fact that his eyes followed my movements. I stepped forward and lowered myself to my knees right in front of him. His belts were undone one by one, I made sure to do it slowly and hoped to drive him insane too. Two can play this game.
When his trousers were down his legs, his rock hard cock sprung free. My mouth watered despite my efforts to keep as desinterested as possible.
I grapped him at the base, lightly, before I placed a soft kiss to the head. That was when I heard him moan above me and felt his hand in my hair.
„If you keep torturing me like this I will have to fuck your pretty mouth. So what’s it going to be?“
The head of his cock slipped into my mouth and I began to suck, still not passionate enough for him to find satisfaction.
„Alright, I did warn ya.“
With that he pushed his hips forward, entering my mouth with one swift thrust. I slightly gagged at the intrusion but, and that’s what really disturbed me the most, I got even wetter by being used this way.
„Uhh, darling, relax around me, let me fuck your throat like the dirty girl you are.“
I moaned around him which let him grow harder still. His hand in my hair guided me up and down while his hips kept a steady pace. I bobbed my head too, maybe to show him how needy I was, maybe to gain back a bit more control. I enjoyed this treatment nonetheless.
„Yeah. Just like that, swallow around me.“
I did as he said, looking up to see his eyes glued to my face, mouth hanging open slightly. I couldn’t help but whine around him, not used to being this turned on.
He pulled out then, leaving me gasping for air. One single strand of salvia connected his cock with my lips and just this little detail made me so damn wet.
„Up. Now“, he commanded and I happily obliged.
He stripped himself off his jacket and shirt. His boots were next before he stepped out of his trousers.
I drank him in from head to toe, pulling my own shirt over my head and getting rid of my bra. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.
„You have gorgeous tits, do you know that?“ His voice sounded raw and made me feel all tingly and warm.
He stepped towards me, grabbing both my breasts with his hands, kneeding them. I couldn’t hold back my moan when he pinched my nipples, his mouth claiming mine in a heated kiss.
We tumbled back to the desk, but this time he turned me around and bent me over.
In anticipation of what he had in store I spread my legs for him, waiting for him to enter me. And enter me he did. His cock slid into my cunt in one swift motion and stretched me to the edge.
„Fuckity fuck, you are so incredibly tight“, he commented. I didn’t know if I wanted him to shut the fuck up or continue to torment me with his foul mouth.
His first thrusts were controlled, precise movements which drove me crazy and seemed to push all the right buttons.
„Ohh…fffuck“, I moaned when he suddenly increased the pace and drove into me harder and faster than before. My heart felt like bursting at any moment. I could hear our skin slapping with each movement, I could smell my wetness, his musky sweat. His little grunts drove me mad with lust while his hands on my hips pulled me against him with every forward motions. I had no other choice than to brace myself against the desk and try to match his torturous pace.
„Ahh shit, I need to look at your pretty face“, he exclaimed and pulled out.
The sudden emptiness felt strange, so I whined while he turned me around again, positioning me on the desk. He kissed me like a starving man while he pushed into me again. We moaned into each other’s mouths, continuing where we left off, foreheads pressed against each other.
After a while I couldn’t keep up the upright position, so I layed back, giving Negan full control.
„Beautiful. You look like a fucking piece of art“, he complimented me.
His right hand wandered to my breasts again, squeezing, pinching, kneeding. Then I felt his fingers dancing around my clit, applying some pressure, circling it, pinching it lightly. I completely lost it when I felt his middle finger joining his cock, stretching me further and further. He pumped his finger in tune with his cock in and out of my cunt while his thumb drew tight circles around my clit.
„Oh fuck, Negan…“
„Shh, be quiet“, he taunted. He leaned towards me some more so he could press his left hand over my mouth.
My hands clawed at his arms as his movements turned rougher above me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open as this blissful wave began to build inside of me. I had no other choice than to moan into his hand while he fucked me into oblivion.
„Fucking look at me, look at me while you cum…and… don’t you dare…closing your eyes.“
My eyes shot open in an instant and I lost myself in his gaze. Negan drove himself furiously into me, reaching all the right spots with his forceful thrusts while his finger did the same, stretching me, fucking me. It took a few more seconds before I couldn‘t take the building tension anymore and came around his cock. I screamed into his hand as my eyes were fixed on his.
„Fucking…shit…“, he exclaimed in a low voice and pulled out shortly afterwards. He pumped himself to completion and came with low grunts on my lower stomach and cunt.
It was so hot in this damn room, particularly after our coupling, so we tried to calm and cool us down by leaning against each other, not moving, just breathing.
„Hell, sweetheart, who knew you had such a delicious…“
„Don’t you dare saying it, Negan“, I taunted but he wouldn’t listen. Of course not. He was Negan.
„…pussy.“ His grin spread over his handsome face. He looked relaxed and absolutely glorious with that sweat across his muscular body.
„The next time something like this happens, I will let you pay, you smug bastard“, I retorted with a smile on my face.
„Oh I can’t wait, sweetheart. I can’t fucking wait. But for now, let’s get outta here and bash in some walker‘s heads.“
So here comes another valentine's gift for the glorious @franks-mixtape ! If y'all remember the 2 Franks that are brothers and werewolves that I wrote some time ago, this is going from that again because I thought about it randomly and felt like I then needed more of it sooooooo yeah! If you DON’T know, the gist is being that his Frank and my Frank are half brothers. Father being a werewolf to both which resulted in his Frank being a halfling, while mine is whole werewolf due to different mothers. 19 years apart until both came to Ormond where they met up and figured out they’re brothers. So there ya go!
Warning(s): probs just standard cussing, buuuut that’s it lol
Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
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A Wednesday. Worst day for the 14th to fall on. Especially since it’s in the middle of the school week. Frank James Morrison sat there in the last class for the day, English. The teacher decided to focus on how Valentine’s day started from some dude who got executed in Rome or some shit. He wasn’t paying attention, finding it useless to learn about. Emerald green eyes lazily gazed around the room till they landed on his brother’s russet hair.
Frank Fenik Morrison was there a few seats to James’s left, amber eyes were trailing over the printed paper the teacher had passed out previously. As much as he was into literature, if he wanted to learn history on a subject of a man who was killed for trying to teach his religion to the Romans, he would’ve in his history class.
Fenik really was just idly taking his pencil to scribble a random design on a blank spot on the paper, the teacher’s voice seeming muffled in the background. Darkening some lines on the drawing, he felt a nudge in his mind, like someone nudging him with their arm. He lifted his eyes up and flickered to the side where gemstone eyes met and locked.
‘Dude. This shit is boring. Can’t we just.. skip out on this?”
‘I wish. But we can’t or shit’ll go down. Plus, they’ll know it’s us since we have the same exact name, minus the middle name.’
This made the raven-haired Frank sigh out loudly. He slightly scrunched his face up at hearing his other half chuckle both from a distance (thanks to his heightened hearing) and in his mind. Since figuring out the two had the same father, name, preference in tattoos, music, and other things, it made for the two getting along pretty easily. It resulted in a sort of bond to form. Since their father was a werewolf, it resulted in an animal like bond to form, that ran deeper than a standard sibling bond. Emotions, feelings, and thoughts were connected. It resulted in a mind link to have basically silent conversations.
‘Jesus fuckin Christ we have thirty minutes left of this bullshit. Feels like it’s taking foreverrrr!’
Fenik had to cover his mouth to stifle the laugh that bubbled up. Hearing him complain like a child made for lightening the boring mood. The internal complaining actually helped pass the time till the bell rang. Kids instantly got up with grabbing backpacks and shoulder bags alike and hurried for the door as the teacher called out that their homework from 2 days ago is due by Friday. Most likely, no one paid attention.
The two Morrisons waited at the bottom of the steps of Fairview, waiting on the other three of their odd pack in the snow. It didn’t take long for Julie, Susie, and Joey to come out. Julie adjusted her coat she has on as she hurried a bit down the stairs, being mindful of the snow-covered steps as she went over to the russet-haired Frank and planted her lips to his. This drew a very pleased growl from him as he kissed her back. Thankfully, those dreaded words to the holiday weren’t uttered.
“A’ight sluts! What’s the plan for today for shit to fuck up?” James asked, the name making Joey chuckle. “I’m lookin’ for chaos to burn down the grossness I feel from all this love shit.”
“I second that. There’s this jackass that’s been trying to feel Susie up in history when it comes to turning in work,” Julie huffed out. This made Joey look at the pinkett with concern on his face.
“And ya haven’t said anything?” Susie looked away at the tallest’s question which made him sigh. “Sus, ya gotta tell us when this kind of stuff happens..”
Her head only lowered before she pulled her hood up to hide her face. Joey had let out a sigh and draped an arm over her shoulders before looking at the other three. Amber, emerald, and brown eyes met and they all shared the same thought.
‘Trash the fucker’s place’
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To cut things short, finding where the guy lives wasn’t hard. They did the standard: Egging the house, toilet paper thrown and draped over trees and parts of the house. But the brothers took it an extra step by managing to get up on the house with wadded up toilet paper, where they then shoved it down the chimney to block it up since smoke was coming out of it. And they were out as quickly as they came with a job well done.
They all split to head to their homes, hearing distant sirens meaning the house called the fire department which was sweet music to them. Of course, the russet-haired teen snuck over to Julie’s place after her father passed out for their... usual time together. Raven, as another nickname to call James rather than by his middle name like Fenik, was laying there in bed till about midnight he heard his name being called through that mind link.
‘Thought you were busy bangin’ up Jules.’
‘Shut up and get your ass out here.’
‘Fiiine. But I still wanna hear about your adventures in the pussy caaaave!’
James snickered when he bet the other was rolling his eyes outside, but he got out of bed to get dressed in his usual letterman with an extra layer underneath since it is midnight and it’s still winter. Out the window he went and onto the ground below where his brother is standing and waiting.
“Alright, whatcha want butt sniffer?”
“Don’t. Anyway, thought it be nice to hang out since school has been riding out asses with work to get us “prepared for college” which I could care less for.”
The raven-haired teen nodded. “Yeah. It’s a lot of bullshit. Ffffuck I hate being a senior.”
“I feel that,” Fenik agreed with a nod of his head. As usual, the two headed into the forest since it is their escape, and the only way that the wolves within the both of them can be let out. It’s a nice reliever since a lot of the times going out was never an option and it would make them feel cramped.
Usually, they don’t speak when out in the forest unless they do their usual practice. But for now, it was nothing but a run. Fenik in full wolf with James keeping up at an easy stride. Surprisingly, there was no clouds which let for the moon to shine bright in the sky and reflect off the snow, practically lighting their path.
They didn’t know how long they’ve been running, but they did come to a stopping point when the two Morrisons came across a big tree. It was there they stopped and flopped down at the base at the big roots, James leaning on Fenik and a hand running through the rust-colored fur in slow strokes.
“Ya know... I’m a bit jealous you can shift and I can’t..”
“Seriously? I dunno. I’d be pretty happy with just the heightened senses n shit.”
This made for emerald eyes to look at the wolf, which in return, amber looked back at the halfling. Concern was felt on both sides. Concern for how one felt left out of things, and concern for how the other didn’t care if shifting was a thing or not. James scooted himself a bit close to be able to wrap an arm around the back of the head of the large wolf and pressed his forehead to his, letting silence overtake the quiet between he two of them.
Something happened since one moment the raven-haired teen was small in comparison to the wolf with clothes on, to suddenly not and... the same size. It was like his body just relaxed for him to suddenly shift, but the realization got for the two to jump up onto their paws and look at each other.
James now was suddenly the same height, same build. Black fur made him look like a shadow o the white snow. Vibrant green eyes stood out like unknown lights in the darkest parts of the forest. The two were quiet, before sounds of excitement left them and they became nothing but giant mounds of fur and limbs with barks and yaps leaving them.
What felt like hours of nothing but romping around in the snow, they both flopped down panting with tongues hanging out of open mouths and tails swishing in the snow. Two sets of gemstone eyes gazed up at the night sky, the moon nothing but a white orb to the side of their vision.
“I hate valentine’s, but this? This is the greatest fuckin’ gift nature let me have haha!” James boofed out, letting his paws stretch out in front of him. It felt like all his limbs were sore from being contained, and finally was allowed to be out.
“Oh trust me. Being this way is heavenly. Feels like what freedom from the system should be. And now that you can shift, we can do this a hell of a lot more. And no one can stop the hell we’ll raise.” Fenik let out a chuff, a canine version of a chuckle. The black pelted one chuffed as well before rolling onto his side and laying close to the rusted pelt one and pressed close.
They were content like that, black mixing with rust, emerald and amber. It took only a nudge from Fenik to say that it’s best they get going. James got up and shook the snow from his fur, waiting for his brother to get up. Both standing, they trotted off to the edge of the forest where they shifted back to their human selves.
“This weekend. Can... we go running again? And... maybe teach me some wolf stuff since now I can shift?”
“Hell yeah man! I’ll be waiting ‘round seven. Sound good?”
James nodded with a slight smile before it fell. There was hesitation, but Fenik could feel it and brought his brother close for a hug. He melted into it and hugged the other back. They stood like that for some beats before breaking it off and headed to their homes with goodbyes through the link. Days and nights for now on were gonna be different, but they were gonna be hella enjoyable and that feeling of being left out vanished. Everything felt right, just as it should be.
Summary: Its been a few years since everything calmed down in Las Vistas. Benson and Troy now take their relationship to the next level.
A/N: Hello, its been a while. Since my midterms are over, I wanted to write a fanfic of one of my favourite pairings. I hope you enjoy
AO3 link
"Hey, Kipo, don't rush me" Benson said.
Benson was wearing a black groom suit. It was his wedding day, of course. Kipo and Wolf were helping him get ready.
"Its your wedding day. You have to look perfect!" Kipo said.
"Yeah. This is a big deal" said Wolf.
"I can't believe my man is already getting married" said Dave.
"Yeah, this is really exciting!" said Kipo. "Are you excited?"
"Yeah, of course I am. But I'm also quite nervous" said Benson.
"What? Don't be, its your wedding day after all" said Wolf. "Its gonna be amazing."
"Finally, we're done" said Kipo.
"You look amazing, Benson!" said Wolf.
"Haha, thanks."
Lio and Song came into the room just then.
"Are you guys ready to go?" asked Lio.
"Yes" they all replied.
Lio drove them to the venue. There was a crowd of humans and mutes alike. Troy was there, waiting for Benson. He was wearing a navy blue groom suit. Benson had an urge to run straight up to Troy. But he resisted it. He walked towards Troy while Kipo and Wolf, being the flower girls, threw flowers where he went.
"You look amazing Benson" whispered Troy.
"You do too" Benson whispered back.
Lio was acting as the one who would give the wedding vows.
"We are gathered here to celebrate the union or Benson Merkler and Troy Sandoval" he said. "Do you, Troy, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do" said Troy.
"And do you-"
"Yes!" Benson exclaimed.
"Hey, I wasn't finished" Lio whispered.
"Sorry, I got excited."
"Anyways, do you, Benson, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do!"
"I now pronounce you, man and groom."
Benson and Troy kissed and the crowd cheered.
Later, there was a party. Everyone was dancing their hearts out. Benson showed off his dance moves to Troy.
"Impressive" said Troy. "But I can do you one better."
He, too, started showing off his moves, until the wedding became a dance battle.
"Weddings sure are fun" said Asher.
"I know, right? I wanna get married some day" said Kipo.
"Me too. It would be great." Asher agreed.
Kipo and Asher briefly looked at each other, until Dave cut through them.
"Comin' through" Dave danced his way in the middle.
"Hi Dave" said Troy.
"I can't believe it. My man Benson is married" said Dave. "Time sure flies fast."
"Yeah. Seems like only yesterday we were at Prahm" said Benson.
"And now, we're spending the rest of our lives together" said Troy.
"We're going to have flapjacks for breakfast every day" said Benson.
"And we're going to run our restaurant together" said Troy.
"Its going to be fun!" said Benson.
Later, after the wedding was over, Benson and Troy went to their home.
"This was the best day of my life" said Troy. "I had a lot of fun dancing."
"From now on, we dance together" said Benson.
"For the rest of our lives" Troy added.
Benson and Troy kissed again.
"I can't wait to spend our entire lives together" said Benson.
Troy smiled at his husband. The two of them were beyond happy in that moment. They were married, and now they were going to run the best restaurant in Las Vistas together.
Summary: The weekend was finally here as what better way to be productive than spending it outdoors. Though what happens when trying to befriend a certain gray wolf goes wrong.
It was the weekend as I was out by the lake so I could enjoy the beautiful day while doing my homework while Bane laid down beside me. Writing in my notebook I’d look over at my text book now and again to look for the answers. “Please tell me you don’t plan on just sitting here all day,” I heard Bane say as I could only giggle while looking down and finishing writing another answer. “You’re more than welcome to go walk around if you’re bored,” I replied, not looking up from the page. “....No, I’m comfortable,” he grumpily answered, knowing that even though he sounded that way, he really wasn’t. Turning the page so I could write on the back I slightly jumped when Bane suddenly took my notebook away. “H-Hey! Bane give me my notebook back please,” I told him as he walked a few feet away and dropped the notebook out of his mouth letting it fall on the grass.
“You’ll end up giving yourself a paper cut if you mindlessly space out while doing your work,” he lectured me while I puffed my cheeks out at him, but I couldn’t help it but smile; he really is always looking out for me. “Haha I guess you’re not wrong. Thanks Bane,” I said giving him a soft smile, watching him walk over to me and proceeded to sit on my legs in a poised manner as he looked at me with his red eyes. Blinking a little I giggled, he can act like such a puppy sometimes even when he’s acting mean. Running my hands through his charcoal black fur I proceeded to scratch under his jaw and lightly rub my nose against his. “You’re such a good boy,” I said, I really was lucky to have met him years ago. “Hm whatever you say,” he said sounding unhappy as usual though I could clearly see how his tail was wagging softly.
It was when Bane started sniffing the air and starting to growl I could only assume it was because he smelled his brother close by. “That good for nothing mutt is around here,” Bane growled out in disgust. Softly frowning it was kind of sad to see that he wasn’t happy to be able to see his brother again; even if neither of them got along I still wished that Bane would tell me why he hated his brother. Getting off from my lap Bane started to walk away heading towards the forest. Seeing Yukiya and Seth coming over to this way I glanced back over to where Bane was before asked, “Aren’t you going to stay and at least say hello?” “No, I have no need to speak or greet anyone. I shall be back later; do see to it that you stay out of trouble,” I heard him say before he went off on his own.
“Hello and good afternoon Genova,” I heard Yukiya’s voice as I looked over to smile and wave to my friend. “Hello and good afternoon to you too Yukiya! Hello Seth I hope you’ve been well,” I greeted Yukiya before looking over to Seth to greet him as well; however the gray wolf just seemed to roll his eyes and look away from me. Letting out a small sigh I tried to not take it personally, those two really are alike in a lot of ways. “Mind if I sit with you,” He asked, quickly I nodded in a yes manner. “Of course, you’re always more than welcome to sit with me,” I said cheerfully. I really enjoyed his company a lot of the time, he may not talk a lot of the time but I still have fun hanging out with him. Not only that he’s just so sweet, how could I not catch some feelings for him. We talked about our days so far and even discussed some of the assignments we had to do.
I watched when Seth started to get up from laying around, he must be planning to go off on his own too. It seemed like Yukiya wasn’t going to really question him but he did bid his familiar farewell. Softly biting my bottom lip, even though I wouldn’t be able to understand Seth I still wanted to talk to him. “Hey Seth… I know you don’t exactly like me, and that you’re not on talking terms with Bane… But I’d really like it if we could become friends at some point,” I said while watching him walking by in his calm and cold manner.
~~~ Yukiya’s POV ~~~
I looked over at Genova with soft eyes as she’s been determined to try and get closer with Seth despite his rudeness. The sound of him growling gave me a very unsettling feeling. Seth came to a stop as before I knew it in a blink of an eye he was right in front of her, biting down on her wrist as blood was spilling from the bite wounds. “Seth stop,” I shouted angrily in a panic. Hearing her yelp made me feel so bad as my eyes widened at the site of her completely turning to ash in front of me. “G-Genova,” I called out her name slowly, feeling as if my heart just stopped; I was used to seeing her in her child form, but never have I witnessed this part. “Stupid sheep, maybe next time she’ll know to leave me alone,” I heard Seth scoff as I looked at him with a narrow look. “That was uncalled for! She did nothing wrong, she’s been nothing but nice to you,” I sternly lectured him. Soon enough I saw Genova again as she looked like she was five and her muted purple hair wasn’t in its low ponytail any more and had the familiar silk white dress.
“I-i’m sorry,” I heard her slightly more squeaky voice say followed by a couple of sniffles. “I-I didn’t mean to-to upset you Seth,” she apologized while big tears started to roll down her cheeks. Getting up from my seat I quickly went to Genova as I saw that look in his eyes again and I scooped her up into my arms and held her so Seth couldn’t try to hurt her again. “This isn’t worth my time,” I heard him say before walking off to go who knows where. Quick to snap out of my thoughts I look at her, moving my free hand to clear the continuous tears that fell. “Hey please don’t cry Nova, you did nothing wrong,” I spoke softly and sweetly when she looked up at me with her round light coral colored eyes. “B-But-” she was stuttering until I cut her off before she could blame herself for what happened. “It’s not your fault. How are you feeling, are you in any pain,” I asked but when looking at the spot Seth bit her, there were no traces of her having been injured though it didn’t help the aching pain in my chest.
Getting a great idea I gave her a smile and started to walk as I said, “How about we go see the winged-rabbits, I know how much they love playing with you.” Getting to see her eyes light up I couldn’t help but chuckle while making my way to the north valley. Upon arriving the winged-rabbits were already coming out and flying around us, setting Genova down she was swarmed with the cute pink creatures. Sitting down close by I watched young Genova run around with the winged-rabbits as her laughter filled the air. Sometime had passed until Genova sat down and the two of us were making flower crowns with the small blue flowers. Finishing up the one I made for her I glanced over to her. “I finished up your flower crown,” I said out loud as she seemed to look over with excitement as it seemed she finished hers.
“Yay,” she cheerfully said getting up and running over as when she was getting closer I noticed her trip. “Waaa,” she yelped as I leaned forward and held out my arms to catch her but then my vision was filled with white smoke. When it cleared my eye met with her light coral ones, she was back to normal as she really did look even more beautiful with the longer part of her muted purple hair loose from its low ponytail. “A-Ah i’m sorry Yukiya,” she was quick to apologize and pull away for her to sit on her knees and sightly looking away though her reddening face was still visible. “It’s perfectly fine, you’re not hurt right,” I asked as she shook her head in a no manner, that’s a relief.
“Oh here you go,” I said, picking up the flower crown off my lap before reaching over and placing it on top of her head. “It looks great, i love it! Oh here’s your’s,” she said happily leaning and placing the one she made on top of my head before sitting again. “Thanks,” I thanked her with a smile having that familiar fuzzy feeling in my chest. Once again there was a silence between us. “Hey Yukiya,” I suddenly heard my name be called, looking over to where she was staring down at her lap while her bangs fell over her face.
“Yes?”
“...Thank you.”
“There’s no need to thank me, you’re important to me,” I said as my eyes widened when she looked over at me so quickly.
“There is! I know I get help from our other friends too but… I always feel like they get so annoyed with how much they have to keep an eye on me,” she said, hearing her voice her thoughts made me frown but I kept quiet to listen to her continue. “I hate that no matter how capable I am, it still isn’t enough to protect myself and it can be the littlest and stupidest of things that trigger my curse! I hate it, I hate myself!” Feeling my heart breaking I acted on instinct and moved closer while taking off my eye patch before putting my hands on both her arms. “Nova I don’t know the pain you go through, but I can only imagine how much it hurts… And it isn’t easy, but you-you are one of the strongest girls I know here,” I said only feeling that aching feeling grow; I just wished she wasn’t so hard on herself.
“I don’t feel strong. And to be honest I really think about this a lot; the thought that after here I won’t be able to make anything of myself,” she replied back as tears started to roll down her face. “Not only that, how can I ever imagine having a husband or even a family for that matter?! Who-Who wants to love a woman who turns into a kid after she gets hurt huh… This curse has taken so much from me before I can even have the chance to experience any of it,” she finished talking, sobbing. The next thing I did was all that I could think of doing; carefully pulling her to me and holding her in my arms and running my hand through her soft hair. “You haven’t lost any of that and I can understand that those kinds of thoughts scare you, but I know one thing for sure is that despite your curse I for one love you,” I said finally confessing my feelings for her.
She pulled away from me some as her face was red and her eyes were slightly puffy. “W-Wait! You-You love… Me,” she stuttered to get her words out in a shocked manner. Still giving her a soft smile I nod my head in a yes manner as I reached a hand out to clear the tears away. “I do, I love you for who you are; your brave side, or your clumsy side, I love all of you and I want to protect you. But not only that, one day I want to help you break this curse,” I told her, which I got startled when she started to cry again, but I relaxed shortly after when I saw there was a smile on her face. “That makes me… S-So happy to hear! I-I was always so scared that you wouldn’t feel the same if I ever found the courage to actually tell you how I felt myself,” she said wiping her own tears away with her hands, getting to see her smile like that melting my heart. Cupping her face in my hands I rested my forehead against hers. “Well you don’t have to be scared anymore,” I whispered to her before leaning in close to softly kiss her lips.
~~~ Few Days Later ~~~
I was making my way to my usual spot at the lake as I was just completely over the day. “Can this day just be over please,” I said out loud to no one in particular as I tossed my bag to the side not really caring where it landed. Pushing my ponytail off from my shoulder I took off my cloak before I plopped down onto the grass and just lay on my back. Letting out a groan I crossed my arms over my eyes trying to get all of my stresses from today out. “Maĭnata mi na zhivota,” I cursed now just feeling my arms tremble and the tears starting to fall. It was just one of those days that just seemed to be against me as not only that, not once but TWICE did I get hurt and turn into a kid; needless to say I just wanted to hide from the world.
While slowly breathing in and out to calm myself down I suddenly felt a paw on me, Bane must have found me. It was silent as he didn’t say anything which was slightly odd, but then I felt what I thought was Bane lay on me; wait a might… Bane isn’t this light. Raising an eyebrow in confusion what could be laying on me I moved my arms off my eyes so I could see as I froze when I saw it was actually Seth. “U-Uhh.. Hi Seth,” I hesitantly greeted my boyfriend’s familiar as this was certainly a different behavior he’s ever shown and I couldn’t help but be the slightest bit worried after what happened the other day. I heard him let out a soft bark and moved now resting his head on my chest. Blinking a couple of times I softly smiled and giggled, maybe this was his way of apologizing. Moving my arms to hug him I petted his head gently as I said, “Thank you Seth, I really appreciate it.” He didn’t react or respond in any way, he just laid there and closed his eyes. Feeling myself grow tired myself I found myself dozing off peacefully.
~~~ Yukiya POV ~~~
I was around through the courtyard in search of Genova as it being lunch meant I could spend some time with her, but when I went to pick her up from her class she wasn’t there. Azusa had told me she rushed out as soon as the bell rang and what happened during classes. Knowing her, she’d be most likely at the lake though while walking I came across Bane. “Hello there, you’re searching for Genova too right,” I said as he briefly stopped and looked at me with his red eyes. He gave a small nod instead of saying anything and started to walk again in which I followed since we both were more likely heading to the same place.
When arriving at her favorite spot at the lake I came to a complete stop when I saw a very surprising view; there was my girlfriend sound asleep as Seth was laying on top of her and also sound asleep. I couldn’t help but find the scene cute, especially with the way she had her arms loosely wrapped around his neck like someone who was sleeping with a stuffed animal. Looking over to see how Bane was responding to it though he didn’t look happy but he seemed to stay silent only going over and curling up next to her. Sitting by the tree I decided I’d let her rest as I didn’t want to ruin the bonding moment her and Seth were having. I found myself falling in love with her even more.
I realised after I had posted this that I did it on a reblog that was already pretty long... so I have now done a separate post to try and make it smaller! Sorry!
I was tagged twice to do this and was writing out my answers when Coop tagged me AGAIN!! So I am sorry to all of you, this is long and you're going to learn more about me than you probably wanted to!!
Answer 10 questions then add 10 of your own:
@lucynnamonroll thank you for the first Tag flower!
1. A dream that you still remember?
I dreamt once that someone was chasing me and my dog and they bit me, took a big chunk out of my arm. And then my dog gave me this big blue fruit and my arm grew back. My dreams are always very strange.
2. What job did you want to do when you were younger?
I wanted to be a vet but I am way too emotional around poorly animals and also not smart enough to learn how to treat them haha!
3. And now? Did it has changed?
Yeah, I don't think I was ever cut out to be a vet. I'd like to work with animals though, maybe kennels or something? Zoo Keeper would be cool.
4. A favorite game?
I'm gonna take this as video game... There are a lot. I love Mass Effect and Dragon age, Gears of War... but Horizon Zero Dawn was amazing. I loved every single thing about it. Beautiful game, great story – just.. chefs kiss
5. Where did you have traveled? (Either it’s in your country or not)
I've been a few places- France, Spain, Somewhere else hot but I can't recall where... Ireland, Scotland. I was supposed to have gone to Bulgaria at the beginning of May but Coronavirus done fucked me over.
6. Did you have a totem animal/a favorite animal?
Ever since I was about 6 wolves have been my favourite animals. I originally started drawing so I could create a wolf fursona …. siiigghhh
7. Did you/Do you have a teddy bear to help you to sleep? How it was looking?
Yes, a little dog called Custard. He is a beige colour with brown ears but is still in pretty good condition. He sits on my desk chair when I'm not using it.
8. THE animated (or not) serie of your childhood/teenage years?
TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES – heroes in a half shell, turtle power!! I was also hella into Dragon Ball Z on Toonami when I was a kid. I remember we went to see some family up north and they didn't have Toonami and I cried because it was mid way through the Buu arc and I was gonna miss it.
9. Do you have anime/series/movie/whatever things merch?
I have a few bits. A Hatake Kakashi figure, one for Katakuri and Zoro. A heart Pirates hoodie. I think I have Kid's wanted poster somewhere...
10. How was your day?
Oh. It was a day. I slept through most of it. My energy/motivation levels are pretty low at the moment. But it was sunny, so that was nice.
@luffytarhoe thank you for my second tag!! 💙
1- What’s your favorite show/anime of the moment ?
I don't watch a huge amount of anime despite the focus of this blog. So probably One piece on that front. Otherwise I am watching Outlander atm, which is pretty good but there is sooooo much sex. An ungodly amount of sex.
2- What type of music are you into?
My music tastes are quite varied. I like stuff that you can listen to and put into a situation, so usually sad stuff where I can imagine I am the main character weeping over the bodies of my fallen comrades. Also Goo Goo Dolls!
3- If you could have one superpower , what would it be ?
Probability, or luck. Like Domino in Deadpool. That's always been such a cool concept to me.
4- What’s your favorite color ?
Blue and all it's hues. Maybe teal if I had to get specific.
5- Do you prefer animated or live action shows/series ?
I am happy with both. Though some animated shows should stay animated – looking at you ATLA...
6- Do you believe in ghosts ?
I believe that energy never disappears, only changes forms and I don't think that's any different for whatever happens to people energy once we die. I'm a big wimp though so it's easier for me not to believe in them!
7- Do you speak any foreign language(s) ? if yes which ones ?
No, sadly I never had a talent for languages. I'd love to speak Gaelic though.
8- Your n°1 fictional character ?
Probably Stone from the Raksura book series. He's just a fun grumpy old shapeshifting man.
9- Would you say you’re more of an extrovert or an introvert?
Definitely an introvert. I like me time. And all my hobbies are single person hobbies so that doesn't help haha.
10- What was the best vacation you ever took and why?
I haven't been on holiday in over 10 years but we went to a zoo in Spain once and a Monkey sat on my head. That was pretty rad.
@doctorgerth and finally, thank you for my 3rd tag!!
1. What are your zodiac signs (sun, moon, rising, if you know them) and do you think they fit you pretty well?
I am an Aries and that is pretty much the extent of my knowledge on the subject. Aries are meant to be pretty hot headed and outgoing and I can only really claim to be one of those thing and only when I need to be. So no, I'm not sure it fits me.
2. What is your favorite clothing item and/or accessory?
I don't reallllly care a lot about clothes and or stuff. So I guess either my glasses because I need them to see long distances (and to drive) or my phone if that counts as an accessory because that has all my crap on it.
3. Any future children or pet names?
Noooooooooooooo and no
4. If you could meet anyone (can be past, present, future, real, or fictional) who would it be?
I would have liked to have met Steve Irwin I think. He seemed pretty chill and I grew up watching Crocodile Hunter on TV so he was a big hero of mine for a long time. Also the Rock or Jason Mamoa because of reasons....
5. Brag on yourself! What’s something you love about yourself?
I am passably amusing and guess I write okay too haha
6. What is a movie or show that you could rewatch a million times and never get tired of?
The film Evolution is endlessly funny to me and it makes me laugh every time I watch it. I used to have it on VHS and I kept a video player in the house to watch it until my cousin got it for me on DVD (Yes I am old.)
7. What is your favorite album of all time?
I haven't listened to it in a long time but I really loved Maroon 5 – Songs about Jane.
8. Do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens? If you have stories to back up, plz share.
I want to belllieeveeeeee! Ghosts, yes, hesitantly but I think I answered that in a previous one. Aliens 100% because I refuse to believe that we are the only sentient life the universe. It's just... statistically impossible.
9. What do you do/who do you look to for inspiration?
I guess human being wise my mum is my inspiration for a lot of things? She's just a lovely person and she's very kind and sweet. I am very aware that we are not much alike, but I look to her as the sort of example of a good person. Creativity wise it's just a clusterfuck of books and badly organised pinterest boards.
10. What is your happiest memory?
Practically anything that has my nephews in it I guess. They're just... hilariously weird little dudes and I love them so much. They always make me laugh.
And here are my questions!!
1. What is your favourite book?
2. What is you most loved item and why?
3. If you got the chance to travel to another planet (knowing you would never see your friends or family again) would you do it?
4. One song that makes you cry?
5. Do you believe in supernatural stuff? Ghosts and Monsters and Fairies? Any experiences with it?
6. What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever witnessed or had happen to you?
7. What one thing would you buy if you had the money?
8. What is your worst habit/personality trait?
9. If you could alter your body with one cool feature, what would it be? (camera eyes, monkey tail, etc)
10. Do you have the patience to play a full game of Monopoly with no breaks?
I'll tag @pinkhatlizzy @nakunakunomi @lirulee @one-piece-dumpster-fire and anyone else who wants to answer my dumb questions!! Tag me because if you decide to do it so I can see your answers 💙
pairings: alpha!thor/omega!reader, mainly, some thor/natasha and natasha/reader (friendship guys).
warnings: just a whole lot of fluff, thor acting as a father figure, mentions to arousal, but eh, nothing explicit, don’t need to worry about people behind ya! haha
a/n: i know. two fucking months to get this out. but life has been so so so messy and i got that writer’s block bad guys. it’s here though, i sincerely hope it was worth the wait!
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song to this chapter: delicate by taylor swift
A gush of cool air ripples across the room, stirring Feisty awake yet again that morning, her achy body groaning in pain when she curled under the sheets, seeking warmth, gripping the pillow that still smelt like him. Petrichor strong in the back of her mouth. It soothed her, pinning her down to the room, bringing joy to her eyes.
Thor, unfortunately, was no longer there. He had left a little past five am and despite doing everything to keep quiet, Feisty jolted awake with the lack of him nestling her in his arms. The lack of his broad, strong chest pressed to her back, thick fingers swirling on the skin of her tummy that glowed bare. Something she never knew she wanted until she experienced it.
The whine she let out still pooled blood on the back of her neck, embarrassed of her actions. There were stories about the attachment of a new Omega to the Alpha of a pack, which often ended as soon as a new one joined the pack. A tinge of jealousy widens her eyes as she realised she didn’t want that to come to an end. Yes. It would be nice to not feel so heightened around him, as if he switches on a button inside her, lowering everything and yet keeping her running. But the way he made her feel protected? That she didn’t. She wished nothing but to sleep between his arms every night, hear the thrumming of his heart as he dozes off into sleep, snoring lightly.
After so long, more time than she would ever admit, she had had a decent night of sleep. Although the reminiscents of the prior day still made themselves very noticeable, Feisty felt somewhat relaxed. At peace.
Gazing over at a small clock on the wall, one that the woman failed to notice up until earlier that morning, she realised she still had a few minutes to just lie there. Soaked in her thoughts. She wished her mother could be here with her to instruct as to how to act with all these new things happening. All these experiences she hadn’t had before.
A low sigh escaped while she buried her face back on the pillow, closing her eyes and wondering to herself what would she do that day. Nat hadn’t given her a schedule or something like that, so she wasn’t sure if today they were going to go back to the mat and punch some more sandbags or do something else entirely. Perhaps Steve would steal her away to show the rest of the property like he promised he’d do the night before, at dinner.
The meal with the others was nice, they were welcoming and overall gentle with her, though Feisty was sure they were only doing what Thor must’ve told them to do. With Steve, however, it was just different. She could tell he genuinely wanted to talk to her, to listen as she went on about old grannies from the nursing home. It was oddly satisfying. Refreshing even.
Flipping onto her back, eyes still sealed shut, she allowed her mind to spin around his beauty. Maybe there was something in the water that made those wolves so absurdly beautiful. The blond hair swept to one side, sweet blue eyes shining when he spoke about his teen years, squared chin and a strong body that certainly put many of his fellow pack members to shame.
The ink and old parchment smell was easy on her nose, drawing her in. It wasn’t quite like Thor’s. Not even remotely close. Still, when he leaned in closer to whisper some joke on her ear, the odour made her feel at ease. Ugh. That house was a festival of scents that got Feisty feeling funny.
Sounds from the outside stole her attention away, the girl reassuring herself briefly that it was better not to focus on that. Men, Alphas, in particular, were nothing but trouble. At least, it was what she wanted to believe in.
Still putting her mind into the chirping birds sound, she stands up, heading to the bathroom to at least brush her teeth. This time nobody brought food to her bedroom, which meant she'd have to go to the kitchen herself. Not that she was expecting to be treated like that all the time, but the thought of people catching her making herself food made her nervous. Like she was stealing or something on those lines.
With a heavy sigh, she splashed water on her face, drying it swiftly with a fluffy towel by the sink. Glaring at herself in the mirror, Feisty huffed, noticing that she still had bags under her eyes regardless of sleeping well the night prior. It would take a lot more than two days to recover from all sleepless nights she's had.
Cleaning her teeth felt incredible and so did combing her hair up in a ponytail, deciding that she'd only shower after a good walk around the house. She slipped on a pair of black leggings and a pink tank top, shoving the pyjamas in the back of her wardrobe in a messy pile.
Feet in flip flops, Feisty went out to an empty corridor, taking careful steps towards the kitchen. Everyone was probably already up and about, nonetheless, there was still a lingering need to keep it quiet, sure to not bother any single living soul.
While she made her way downstairs, she noticed a few paintings hanging on the wall, from a long line of immeasurably gorgeous people. Women, men. Families even. This house was older than she thought it to be. At last, by the staircase, there was his picture. Blond hair pulled back, fair strands framing his handsome face still, a long beard, enough to have it braided, and eyes. Electric blue, so poorly depicted. A chill ran down her spine as she remembered it. It was art, in the literal sense of the word. It could’ve been the creative imagination of a painter if she hadn’t seen his beauty with her own eyes.
Only then it came down to her that this house, it had been passing on through the generations of the supreme Alphas. She was standing in the wooden ground where the most powerful wolves, ones that lead revolutions, had stood years and years before. It made her feel fuzzy. Actual history had happened within these very walls.
“I must say it’s not exactly my most endearing portrait.” A whiskey deep voice came from behind, Thor towering as he stood beside her. A surprised gasp slipping as she failed to notice him approaching. “How are you feeling today, little wolf?”
“Good,” She shrugs, “I was going downstairs to eat.”
“Wanda made pancakes today,” One heavy hand falls to her hip, guiding her down, “Do you like it?”
“Yes, of course!” Cocking a brow, she musters an act of unknown courage to joke, “Who in their right mind doesn’t?”
“Believe me, Bruce utterly hates it.” His laugh is light, melodic, it has Feisty unconsciously leaning towards him, a grin beaming on her face, “Come. I can tell you need food.”
As if it was agreeing with him, her stomach groaned, Feisty placing a hand over her tummy to muffle it. Thor simply chuckled, inching her closer to him, fingers going up so he could have an arm draped around her shoulder, a place she fit way too easily. He was warm, welcoming. Exactly like the bed she had left.
The kitchen was packed with a couple of toddlers. Morgan and Harvey were soundly asleep in a bassinet, tiny hands together. There were four more at the table, one little girl and three boys. She had to be about six years old and the most adorable kid Feisty had ever seen - freckles peppered her pale skin, a blazing red hair falling in soft locks and green eyes sparkling as she saw Wanda approach her with a plate stacked with pancakes. She sat at the left corner of the table.
Then there were the boys. The first one that caught her attention was the eldest of them, he couldn’t be more than eleven years old, he just had a childish gleam in his blue eyes. Thor’s eyes. That boy was his miniature. So alike it gave her goosebumps. Maybe it was his son? She looked up at him, silently quizzing. His eyes met hers with tenderness, easily figuring out what she wanted to know.
“That’s Vithar, my baby brother.” The said boy scowls, rolling his eyes and muttering a curse under his breath, “Manners!”
“You know I hate that name with all my strength, Thor.” He counters, snorting. “And who is she?”
“Don’t be rude, Vi,” A second boy elbows him. Brown eyes kind. He was probably the same age as Vithar, she presumes, “I’m Sam, by the way. And that’s Humphrey, but we just call him Freddie. He’s new around here. Nat told us your name is Feisty? Is that true? Because that’s such a cool name!”
Humphrey was pale and nervous. Feisty had to refrain the urge to wrap him in a hug, relating to him in some sort of way. She was a shy kid herself, always seeming about to cry. Probably why the other kids picked up at her so much when she went to a public school in her early years. Sam, on the other hand, was tall and confident, a bright smile forever resting on his thin lips.
“You boys so silly,” The little girl says, quirking brows at them whilst rolling her eyes, “I’m Rosie.”
“I, um-” Thor pats you on the shoulder, in hopes to comfort you with all that interaction with the kids, “Yeah, I suppose you can call me Feisty.”
“Cool!” Sam screeched, “You’re going to help Auntie Wanda out? You look so nice! I mean, I can tell why Mr Thor likes you so much.”
“He does?” Her ears get suddenly warm, the boy earning a stern look from his Alpha.
“Enough,” Wanda finally intervenes, “You’re all scaring her! You know, they have the most unspeakable energy but are actually pretty nice when you get to know,” Tugging Feisty into a hug, Wanda presses a quick kiss on her cheek. She smells like white lilies. Soft and sweet. “Good morning, sweetheart. Why don’t you take a seat? I can fix you scrambled eggs or some toasts, what do you want to eat?”
“No, please, don’t bother doing anything else. Just the pancakes are good.”
“Okay. Right. Well, there’s coffee on the coffee pot.” She directs a glare towards the man beside Feisty, “Will you stay with us, Boss?”
After a brief nod from him, she goes back to the stove, pouring more of the sticky batter into the frying pan so more pancakes could be made. By now, the kids had swooped all of them into their plates, soaking with maple syrup. She snickered at the sight, accepting gladly when Thor puts her sitting down on one of the chairs at the table, whispering that he’d fetch her some coffee.
She shrinks a bit in her seat, her gaze lost over the children, fumbling with her fingers as she waits for Thor to sit next to her again. Rosie’s eyes inspect the new girl closely, chewing her pancakes slowly, a pout growing on her lips, which draws Feisty's attention, who tilts her head at the girl, frightened that she was going to start crying any time soon.
A tall, white mug filled with coffee appears in front of her, a hand squeezing her shoulder fondly, stealing her attention away from Rosie. She looks up at him, his blue irises blown, pupils very little. There's nothing but unspoken care swimming there.
It spreads a thick wave of peacefulness through her, eyes suddenly growing heavy. Thor lets out a harsh breath, sitting beside her, one large hand going to her knee, refraining the urge to rub his cheek against hers and then bury his face in the crook of her neck. It wasn't fair that she smelt so good.
Wanda placed a plate filled with food, three fat pancakes, scrambled eggs in one corner and two slices of bread on the other. It's more food than she thinks she's able to eat, but, fork in hand, Feisty digs in, humming lowly to taste, so scrumptious and easy to swallow.
"Where's Nat?" It's nearly a mute question, focus on the half-eaten pancake in front of her. "I thought we were going to pick up where we left off…?"
"Natasha is busy," Shrugging off, Thor steals a bit of her eggs, shoving a full spoon into his mouth, "You'll be with me today. Hope you don't mind."
"No. Not at all."
Their little chat came to an abrupt end when the seven-year-old girl ran off of the table crying. Feisty's eyes widen in shock while Thor sighed, possibly already knowing what was going on. He presses his cheek lightly on hers, mumbling that he'd be right back, that she shouldn't worry.
Still quiet, she watches him leave, walking in large steps towards the girl, gripping her by one ankle and bringing her back to the kitchen, tears still staining the flushed cheeks. He was carrying Rosie like she was a bratty pup. Wanda leans against the countertop, glaring as Thor sits Rosie back on her chair. The boys are laughing at this point.
"Now, leaving the table like that, especially when we have guests, it's not nice, is it?" The tone is austere, but Thor looks soft as he speaks, "I'm sure that's not what auntie Wanda teaches you."
Her bottom lip quivers while she cries hard, sobbing childishly. Feisty grows concerned, worried that she might have done something without realising it.
“Show some respect and apologise to her, Rosie. She’s a friend and deserves to be treated nicely.”
"N-no, Uncle Thor," Crossing her little arms flush against her chest, she stares at him, bottom lip sticking out sweetly, "She's no friend. She's stealing you from me, that's not a friend."
A heavyweight falls upon her chest. So she was indeed responsible for that tantrum. There was no way she couldn't have known they were so close, not that it helped either way. She was overwhelmed with guilt, this was not the scenario she had in mind when joining them for breakfast.
"You're such a daddy's girl, Rosie," Sam rolls his eyes, mouth still full. It seemed like a normal day for them, "And he's not even your real dad."
"Rosie, I…" She's hesitant when speaking, bringing everybody's attention to her. Feisty feels her stomach swirl, "I'm not stealing him from you. He’s still your Uncle Thor."
"Liar!" Rosie cries and so do the sleeping babies. Wanda groans, easily allowing Thor to do the parenting while she grabs the bassinet, taking the infants to their nursing room. "You are here for only a day and my Uncle Thor is always with you! That's stealing."
"Okay, enough, Rosalie," Thor's features are grim now, he stands up in front of her, his size making her smaller than she was already, "You are not to treat anyone like that. I won't allow it."
"Thor, I, well, it's fine," Feisty voices weakly, "Don't treat her like her, I can leave. It's not a problem."
"No, little wolf." With a short wave, he dismisses her attempt to leave, so she sits back, complying, "Rosalie, she needs our help, okay? Look at your brothers, they've all welcomed her nicely, you're always so proud to be as grown-up as them, and, still, you're acting like a spoilt brat I know you’re not."
"But Uncle Thor…" It breaks the woman's heart to see that little girl crying, instincts haywire to protect and care for her, "I-I miss you vewy much and 'm jealous of Feisty, she has you a lot."
Taken aback by her words, his face softens as he falls back to his knees, eyes meeting hers filled with tenderness. One of Thor's hands cradles Rosie's cheek, big enough to cover her whole face, one thumb circling soothingly her red chubby cheek, wiping away the tears. Feisty watches everything quietly, her heart melting upon beholding the way he treats her. The awareness of how great of a father he'd be ignites something inside her, something she has to fight it off to keep herself grounded.
Before Feisty can even consider her steps, she stands beside the magnificent Alpha, her hand seeming small when it gripped his shoulder. The boys were watching with weary eyes, though what really gets her is the warm blue, a grin pulling those pink lips up.
"Rosie" The little girl is fierce when she looks at the new Omega. She envies her strength. Despite her youth, Feisty could smell she'd be an Alpha. "Listen,"
Rosie hums, exchanging a glare with Thor, who nods, signalling for her to pay attention. Then blazing green stares at the woman, chin up like she's about to defend herself.
"I am not here to steal anyone," There's hope a reassuring smile is bright on her face. "You're still his favourite girl. You'll always be, okay?"
"B-but-" Stammering, tears well up in her eyes. "Do you pwomise?" It sounds so sweet all she manages to do is shoot a smile at the child, nodding, "Am sowwy, Feisty. You are pwetty nice."
"I told you she was, my sweet girl," Thor winks at her, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek, her cheerful laughter making everybody smile. "And I'll make sure to be around more often."
"That is great. Now we'll have a watch." Vithar complains, being the first to discard his dishes in the sink. "Way to go, Rosalie."
"You talk like we're doing something wrong."
"Sam, haven't you realised by now that Thor always finds something wrong in the things I do?"
"You are so dramatic, Vithar."
A rough hand intertwines with Feisty's, an amusement gleam in Thor's face as he hears his brother's banter. She giggles too, lowering her head and taking some time to inspect their smells. It was a habit she developed whilst growing up. It’s still child-like, so they hadn't reached their first rut just yet, which was funny to realise, because, with Rosalie, Feisty could just tell she'd be an Alpha. A powerful one and she was further from them to have it decided. With the boys, nonetheless, it was still blurry, undefined. Even Thor's brother.
There's uncertainty in her face, but she quickly shrugs it off. It's not unusual. Nothing she should be worrying about. A lingering, tepid touch sneaks up her arm, snapping her out of the thoughts, Thor nudges her to go back to the unfinished plate and half-filled mug. He whispers something like she's going to need the energy for later.
Both Sam and Freddie go over to the sink, standing beside each side of Vithar. The three boys start cleaning the dishes, mumbling to themselves things Feisty doesn’t bother to catch. She stuffs eggs between two pieces of bread, eating some more, her stomach stretching with the delicious, full meal.
Rosie's puffy eyes slowly fade away as she goes back to the syrupy pancakes, humming in satisfaction.
"Is Maggie up for a ride today, Vi?" Thor's booming voice fills the room, alongside the banging of plates. They are nearly done cleaning them, "I only checked up on Stormbreaker, but you know he's not with the rest, so I didn’t see her at all."
"I do, yeah, but I honestly have no clue. Clint has been using Maggie to teach Rosie, but that was a few days ago." He stares at the little girl. "Which reminds me, tomorrow is your day, miss."
"I know."
"Also, that’s kind of Peter’s responsibility, Thor.”
"Vithar, how many times will I have to tell you that when I'm not here, you're the one supposed to watch over the others? Anything that happens in this house is your responsibility." Electric blue eyes fly back to Thor, pink bottom lip puckered. His baby brother looks like he's been told nonsense, "Now, little wolf, are you good? Do you want more food?"
"I'm good."
"Then we should get going."
With a nod, sipping on her mug to end the coffee she still had left, Feisty gets back up, collecting the things she used so she could wash them quickly. Thor snorts, taking them away only to pile them up with the rest, earning a dreadful glare from his baby brother.
Feisty sees herself refraining a laugh. She never had any siblings, so it was nice and new to see those sort of interactions. A large hand tugs her hip, guiding her out to meet a rather sunny, warm day. White, fluffy clouds peppered across the blue sky. It never ceases to amaze her.
Thor is quiet, softly pulling her to follow him. He doesn't feel like letting go of her, although he knows she can follow him. The silky of her skin feels comforting under his fingertips, a pungent smell of relaxation coming from her. It's good on his nose, good on him.
The walk comes to halt when they reach a beautiful stable. Strong, wild horses running freely across a green field, only a wooden fence keeping them contained. A little giggle slips as she sees them play together, groomed and well taken care of.
As a child, she never had the opportunity to do these things. It was all far too complicated, there was no time to be a kid with a father like hers, despite all of her mother's efforts to make sure she had a nice childhood.
"Do you like horses?" He questions, palm flush with the small of her back as he leads her towards a small door, ducking when following her inside.
"Um, I'm not sure. I didn't-" Feisty purses her lips in a polite smile, "-I didn't have any animals. My father didn't allow them."
"Oh" There's a shade of sadness beneath his voice whilst he reached for two pairs of boots stored above the wardrobe. It smelt like dust when he dropped them on the floor, "You'll need that, flip flops aren’t exactly nice footwear for riding. It belonged to Natasha, I figure you two have the same size."
“Won’t she be bothered?”
“No, I don’t think she will. She hasn’t ridden in years.”
"I see. She doesn’t like it now, does she?"
Thor shakes his head briefly, bending to undo the ties on his brown leather boots, he is quick to replace them with the rubber ones, smirking at Feisty once he's back on his feet. It makes her stomach do a spin, the way the blue in his eyes sparkled electrifying something inside her. It's so strong she sees herself looking away, cheeks warm.
Kicking the flip flops away, she tries out Natasha's shoes, surprised that they fit her nicely. He stands beside her, gripping one of her arms, the flesh soft under his rough fingertips. Thor feels at ease when he touches her and it scares him. This, all of it, it's too much too soon. But she doesn't push him away, all she does is stare at him, curious.
They both remain silent as they move to the gate that meets the place where the horses are running up and about. There's riding gear piled up on a dusty table. The whole place looks like it needed a thorough cleaning.
Before Thor gets to instruct her to stay back while he deals with them, a buzz on his phone disturbs the bubble he's in. It near insanity how she can just make him forget there are other duties he needs to focus on.
He grunts annoyed.
"Wait here, okay, little wolf?" There's a slight pressure of his cheek on her temple, his beard itching her skin in nicely, "I'll be right back."
Feisty barely makes a nod, a spasm on her lower tummy almost urging a whimper out. The petrichor lingers when he leaves, her lips parted in a shallow breath. It's embarrassing how he can affect her so much with such small actions.
In the first minutes, she just stands there, hands clasped together, shifting the weight between her legs. Though she knows she doesn't have to be frightened to explore, the years of getting scolded by her father for being curious get her restrained. At first.
On the opposite side of where the Alpha had escaped to the outside, there's another door. It instantly lights up her curiosity, so there's no time to hold back the footsteps that lead to opening it, finding a comfortable room in which an absolutely gorgeous horse sleeps. Its fur glimmers in the dim light, pitch black. What indeed draws her attention, however, it's the size. That animal is at least twice the size of the rest!
It had to belong to him. A majestic ride fit for royalty such as Thor. She walks softly towards him, being careful to fall to her knees, the horse suddenly awake and confused to the unknown presence. He stands up way too fast, startling her and affecting her balance, she falls to the hay covered ground.
A low chuckle slips as she looks up at the animal, mumbling under her breath a nasty word. He watches her with daring eyes, black as the night, like he's questioning whether she will or not try to do something to him.
The Omega props herself up on her knees again, moving towards him just enough to pet his nose. It feels wet against her hand, she's glad he lets her touch him. His fur is soft as she goes further up his nose.
"You had me worried for a minute there, little wolf," Thor leans against the door's threshold, thick arms crossed, "Stormbreaker isn't nice to strangers, I'm glad he hasn't done anything, but you should've been more careful."
"Oh" Guilt sinks in as he helps her up, "I'm sorry. I just- I'm really sorry."
His smile is soft and tender, one large hand wrapping around her wrist to pull her back out. The horse follows them promptly.
"I was worried, that's all. You shouldn't be wandering off alone."
She nods then, remaining silent and constraining herself to just watch him gather the necessary gear. Thor is taken aback by the scared, saddened way she acts and looks at him. He drops what's in his hands to swoop her in his arms, bent to rub his cheek on hers.
There's a smooth noise coming from her chest as she closes her eyes. Scenting it's not unusual between Alphas and Omegas, although it's normally done after they have mated. Either way, Feisty holds no strength to fight back to the easiness the gentle bristle of his beard against her temple gives.
A deep rumble shakes his chest when she places her hand there, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers feel like pure fire marking his skin, burning every bit she touched. Thor couldn't shake away that all of it was insane. Yet so delicate. That pure Omega in his arms brought out all of the animalistic instincts he tried so hard to shove inside the pit of his being.
"Don't feel like I'm giving you orders," It comes out as a whisper, his voice pitching lower than usual, "I want to keep you safe, little wolf."
Feisty lets out a little grunt, clinging to him, standing on her tiptoes to get hold of his neck. It's heady, addictive. And day after day it feels like it's growing stronger on her when it should be fading away.
"When…" The words die on her lips, his thick arms lightly holding her up, bodies glued together, "Never mind."
There's a wrinkle between his eyebrows, blue eyes curious.
"What is it?"
"It's embarrassing."
"I thought you weren't shy when I was around," His laugh is warm, it makes her smile absent-minded, "When what happens?"
"I know this-" She points to the two of them, "-I know it's because I'm new. But I, well, you make me feel safe, Thor. I don't want that to end."
"I'll always protect you, little wolf. As long as you need me to." Thor squeezes her further in his arms, "This isn't about being new or not. It's my duty."
"Sleeping with me is not your duty," Feisty brings up, blood warming her face as she feels shame settle in, "Is it selfish of me to not want to share that?"
Her body slides against his as he lets her back down, despite not breaking the skin contact so soon. Thor isn’t sure what to do. What to say. He doesn’t feel like sharing that bond either. It doesn’t matter that it was new, that it was way too rushed. Her presence felt better than any of the other Omegas that had tried to sneak their way into his arms. None had the sweet, flowery-like smell that put him through his paces like she did. Plus, the thought of another Alpha laying hands on her, well, it made him way past angry. It was wrath. Fury. A predatory instinct that had frightened him from the very first moment.
Thor’s nose trails up along her cheek, smooth lips pressing a kiss on her cheekbone.
“No” It’s low, filled with something neither of them can pinpoint, “Because I don’t want to share this either. Don't wanna' share you.”
A gasp escapes as he tightens the grip on her waistline, only to finally let her go, regardless of dreading the idea. He picks up the riding gear, Stormbreaker glaring at him with judgy eyes, which makes him roll his. That horse sometimes felt like an actual human person.
Feisty approaches him again, her chubby, child-like hands running along with the jet black horsehair. Stormbreaker neighs, leaning towards her to get her to scratch his ears, bringing a laugh out of the woman. A sound that makes Thor sway on his steps. He'd heard her giggle, seen her smile, but an actual laugh, it was the first time.
If it was even possible, that makes him even more aware of his craving for her. No. Sharing that intimacy with somebody else was not an option for him.
"I was going to get Maggie for you," He says, fastening the girth to secure the saddle on his horse, a bright blue saddle blanket underneath the leather seat, "But since he's taken a liking for you, I don't mind you riding him."
"Isn't he too big for me?" Uncertainty soaks up her question, "What if I fall off?"
"Don't worry, Stormbreaker is a nice horse-" Thor is cut off by a loud neigh, a booming laugh following, "-See? It'll be fine."
"Okay," She smirks patting the majestic animal again, "Go easy on me, alright?" It comes off as a secret between her and Stormbreaker, the Alpha gazes at that amused. Feisty certainly belongs to that place, "How do I, um, get up there?"
"Here, let me help you."
With a quick instruction to place her left foot in the stirrup, Thor helps her up to settle on top of his horse, her shaky fingers barely grasping the reins to remain in place. This is going to be fun, he thinks as he watches her finally find balance. He doesn’t want to admit out loud, but on those thin leggings, boots and all perched up on his horse, he’s never seen someone so gorgeous.
The soothing words he mumbles, whilst they go out, give Feisty a sense of protection. There is no doubt he’ll watch her and care for her. For once, she doesn’t feel vulnerable in that position, it actually imbues her with a sense of bravery she always lacked. Feels good, reassuring, so a grin takes up, hips wavering to the slow stride the horse is taking.
It’s not before they reach an empty field, far from where the other horses were, that he stops, giving back the reins to her so she could be the lead.
“It’s quite simple” Thor discloses, blue all blown out in those eyes. Feisty couldn’t remember seeing that colour before, it made her all wobbly and warm inside, “One tug at his belly, he’ll walk, two, he runs. If you want him to stop, pull back the reins gently.”
Feisty nods in agreement. Indeed quite simple.
He crosses his strong arms against his chest, a smile encouraging her to start, which she doesn’t do right away, opting for a big deep breath instead. Then, Feisty looks back at him, admiring for a second his unique beauty, the way his hair falls on his shoulders and how the skin glimmers under the bright sun, a peach shade of pink covering the skin of his cheeks.
“Thor?”
“Yes, little wolf?”
“Will you be watching me?”
There’s a shift in his breath and he pierces his stare at her, giving one short nod.
“Yes, now go!” He urges, giving one last squeeze to her hand, “I’ll be right here, watching you.”
As she finally goes off, steadily controlling Stormbreaker as if she had done that many times before. Thor can’t help but drift off into his thoughts, spiralling around the sweet scent she lets off. Two days. It was insane. He had been with Jane for far more than that and she never quite got to him like that. Not in the same way, at least.
Doomed. That’s what he was. And when Natasha finds out, she’d be sure to break his nose yet anew.
Grey, heavy clouds started to gather up as the hours went on, a thunderstorm ever so close from pouring down. It drives him to whistle so his horse returns with the lovely Omega atop him. The lesson ending a little earlier than he had planned. Being fairly honest, he’d have to find something else to teach her, she was just a natural at horse riding. If she hadn’t told him she never ridden one before, Thor would be sure to say she grew up riding one.
Stormbreaker came back trotting at full speed, Feisty bouncing above him, legs tight around his stomach. There was an easy smile shimmering on her face, something that bubbled up Thor’s insides, a proud smirk as he welcomed her back, arms stretched out to help her come down to the ground, which she did as soon as she stopped, gently tugging the reins.
There was a playful giggle when she jumped into his embrace.
“You’re in a good mood today, little wolf.”
Her arms are clasped around his neck, eyes pierced to his for a split second.
“Should I not be?”
While she slips down and stands back up on his feet, he snorts, like he’s been told gibberish.
“Yes. Of course you should.” Thor mumbles, his gaze analytical when noticing a slight tinge of pain on her steps back inside the stable. “Are you okay? Do you need some medicine?”
“I am fine,” Her voice goes back to the shy, low tone. As if the memory of whom she really is sinks back in, the fleeting moment of wilderness over, “I really am.”
“If you say so.”
With a shrug, he drags Stormbreaker back inside, careful when removing the saddle, the saddle blanket and the reins. His big hands stroking its neck for a moment, murmuring something Feisty couldn’t quite make out. Despite not knowing what he’s saying, the Omega can’t help but find the interaction sweet. It was definitely a side of a supreme Alpha she wasn’t expecting to see.
As an infant, all she heard was that they were ruthless, cruel. Never measuring the consequences when deciding to strike. Thor, on the other hand, was gentle. Sure, that scent coming from him warned her that he was powerful, dangerous even, nonetheless, reminiscing on how he dealt the Rosalie situation, how he watched over his baby brother and how… How he nurtured herself. It strayed far from that definition.
Sitting down on the sand-covered floor to remove the rubber boots, she once more thinks about her new life under his care. It way past what she thought she deserved. But after the second day, being there was starting to grow roots within her, which was a completely foreign sensation to an abandoned Omega such as Feisty.
“It’s almost lunchtime,” A deep voice comes from above, hands sneaking under her arms and lifting her, a squeal escaping from her while he does so, “Are you hungry? I don’t know if you’ll eat what Wanda cooks today.”
She scoffs, dumbfounded that he’d think such a thing. Thor glares at the Omega in confusion, one brow cocked.
“I spent days without any food, Thor... Whatever she cooks, it'll feel like heaven to me,” His fingers greedily take hers, feeling them cold under his touch, “Don’t pity me, please.”
“I’m not," Sighing, he pulls her deeper into his embrace, guiding them both out, the wind stinging, a lot rougher than before, “There’s so much I still don’t know about you.”
Feisty smacks at her lips, unsure of what to answer. Embarrassed that there wasn’t much to tell, self-conscious about what he’d think once he knew she was nothing but a mutt. It wasn’t something she gave a lot of attention to, however, when it came to him, there was this need to impress, to show herself off. This… She didn’t understand. Didn’t want to.
They start walking back to the house, her mind swirling around what to reply.
“And what is it you want to know?” It’s shaky and unsure when she finally speaks, “There isn’t much to know about me.”
There’s an abiding moment of silence, the tugging of his thick arm around her growing tighter. He doesn’t quite know where to begin, wishing nothing but to dive deep into her memories, into her niceness. Thor enjoyed the quietness she gave him, how he could be entirely silent and she’d respect his space, never urging words, never urging a stance. It made a whole lot easier to be around her.
Slightly pressing his nose to her temple, a fainting soap smell mixing with her natural one coming off of it. Inwardly, he wondered if he would ever grow tired of it. If the effect she had over him would weaken with time. Feisty looks up at him then, questioningly, half a smile on her lips. Right then, he feels a tightening sensation on his lower abdomen, an awareness that, by that simple act, she had answered his silent question.
No. He wouldn’t.
“I’m curious about you too,” She as much as whispers, distressed at his sudden silence, “If I can, I mean.”
A puff escapes, his plump lips finally pressing her face, a peck on the cheek, not more than that. He mouths a yes against her skin, anything, little wolf. And that alone brings goosebumps to crawl all over, a secretive gasp falling. Feisty feels the shift in the air, the way Thor reacts to her sounds coming off too strong. She can taste his need.
There's a subtle recoil on her shoulders, eyes growing heavy. It was nowhere near what it had been the day before, when she was left a heaving mess, yet, powerful enough for her to feel drawn to him.
“Is it too much?”
“Not too much,” A giggle slips as she hides her face on his chest, by now they were almost home, visible to people, “but I figure it's better to keep a little distance, I don't want people to think-"
“Think what, little wolf?”
“That I, um-”
The moment was suddenly over when, the exact minute they walked into the porch, little arms wrapped themselves around Thor’s legs, Rosalie much too excited to see him again to not throw herself against him. He smiled, quickly breaking the contact from Feisty to perch the girl on his hip, a childish grin on her cute face, dimples deep into her cheeks. The Omega couldn’t stifle the grin in pure glee that followed.
"Hi, sweetheart" He presses his lips to her head, ever so fondly, "Are you okay?"
"Yes" Rosie snickers, green eyes turning to Feisty, "You liked Maggie? She’s a lil’ nowty with stwangers.”
"Oh really?"
Rosie nods, nosing Thor's cheek fondly, "She's a nice horsie, though my favourite is Stormbweaka,” The child scowls at the word, “Stormy, Uncle Thor’s horsie.”
"He's beautiful indeed," She agrees, still sustaining the smile. It feels so painfully domestic, a child on his arms, the way he sneaks a glare towards her… Feisty finds herself fighting off the urge to lean towards him, fighting his strong magnetic field, "Have you ever ridden him?"
"No," A pout grows on her little face, "Uncle Thor says he's too big for me."
"He is," Thor chimes in, putting her back down, one hand grasping hers and the other on Feisty's shoulder, urging both of them inside, where they met a delicious smell of food being cooked, "If you were to fall off of him…"
"I'm a big girl!"
There's a booming laugh, "Even big girls get hurt, Rosie," A large hand strokes her much smaller cheek, the two exchanging a swift gaze, "Now go, wash your hands so you can have lunch."
"They're clean!" She cried.
"Rosalie…"
Before the girl disappears into the hall, possibly heading to the bathroom as she was instructed, Feisty is still able to hear a whispered “fine”. It makes both her and Thor laugh, her eyes quickly darting to him, staring a little bit too obviously - today she just didn’t seem like she could prevent herself from it. Nor contain the way her imagination ignites a fire inside her, going on and on about how smooth his skin felt under her touch.
There’s no hiding those emotions from him, a sweet flavoured infatuation stealing a grunt from the Alpha.
“It’s not polite to stare, little wolf,” In no time she feels the piercing blue onto her, shame drilling into her brain and forcing her gaze down, “No, no. No need for that, it was a stupid joke.”
“I’m-, I know I’m crossing boundaries, I-”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” A rumbling shake his chest, “God knows I want to stare at you all day long.”
“Why?” Bottom lip quivering, she shoots subtle look towards the Alpha, “I know why I want to stare at you, but me? I’m not really that special.”
“Don’t say that,” Thor frowns, nearing her slowly, “You really don’t know what your scent does to me, do you?”
Feisty gasps, shaking her head weakly as he finally holds both her hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing the knuckles with an adoration. She was so astonishingly delicate, regardless of all the bad situations she must’ve endured - such a stark contrast to him. Thor could tell she was starved of all that human interaction.
They stay like that for a little longer, not minding the fact they were standing in the middle of the hallway, that anybody could see them. A thick bubble surrounding them that was only broken when Natasha runs inside, almost bumping into them, quickly endorsing them to split, essentially ending the mood that enveloped the pair. Feisty swallows dryly, diverting her glaring to the red hair.
There’s nothing but plain uncertainty on her face, the smell of fear and anxiety easily stealing Thor’s attention. It was probably related to the business that had kept her away all morning, the Omega presumes, and, by the looks of it, whatever it was, she didn’t bring good news about it.
“What happened? Are you okay?” His voice dropped a tone, eyes wide, “Natasha...”
“I’m fine,” Nat’s voice doesn’t mirror what she says, trembling, “It’s just… They almost saw me, Boss. I almost ruined everything.”
“Breathe, Natasha, they didn’t see you after all, did they?”
She denies with a head shake, “Brunhilde helped me.”
“You talked to her?”
“Yes, she says she’s down to help us, with a price. Honestly, the things she told me...” Suddenly, as if only then she was realising they were in company, her speech comes to pause, glaring at the Omega slightly behind where both her and Thor stood, “Hey, sweetie,” Feisty gains a sympathetic smile from the red hair, “Look Boss, I can’t discuss it all here, it’s just not safe.”
“She won’t tell anybody,” He counters, “Will you, little wolf?”
“No, it’s not that I don’t trust her,” Natasha shrugs, inhaling deeply, “We just need to gather everyone and-”
“So you did find out something,” It wasn’t a question.
The air started to thicken, Thor’s anger boiling and stretching to the three people that. His reaction brought an itching curiosity to rest annoyingly at the back of Feisty’s brain; she wanted to understand what affected him so much, as if it was her responsibility to soothe him, to make him calmer. Possibly why she reached for his hand, noticing him go tense before melting to her touch.
“Yeah,” Nat nods, slowly gathering her emotions, “It’s far more complicated than we thought it’d be. I-I, damn. I don’t know what we can do.”
“Just,” Squeezing the hand intertwined with his, the Alpha tries to unclench his jaw, he needed to keep himself grounded, for the sake of everyone, “Calm down. Nobody saw you,”
“No, of course not.”
“Then we still have time to figure things out,” Caringly, he pats his friend on the shoulder, "I suggest you go rest and later we will discuss everything."
"Are you sure?"
Admiration seeps from Feisty's eyes, the firm way he nods and reassures Natasha, the way he leads. It's mesmerising, despite her just then realising there was trouble looming over the pack. Perhaps, and this got her feeling sick, it was her fault, maybe a witch placed a curse so troubles followed where she went.
The strong figure of a man towering her senses the troubles nagging her. This time he doesn't push the itch on his lower abdomen back, just tugging the woman to his arms, noticing how she complies gladly, finding the place that appeared made especially to fit her. More than ever, Thor feels the insane will to protect her, like a secret.
"Do you want to go somewhere?"
"I think-" Warmth reaches her cheeks, "Um, I should be asking you that."
A quick, low laugh slips as he murmurs for her to follow him, guiding her outside, towards the big garage where several cars were parked. She gawks in awe at all of them, walking behind him until they stop in front of a sports one - Feisty was nearly sure that was a Porsche, but she didn't know enough about cars to risk it.
They don't talk, it's not necessary. One large hand settles on her knee whilst he starts the car. Feisty feels odd - she hadn't felt this energy before him, like pure lightning coursing through her veins when he touched her. Either way, it didn't stop her from craving more. To soak up every bit of care he was willing to give her.
Neither needed saving, but both wanted to run away from everything.
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