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Pirate Captain Minho x Prison Guard Jisung

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"We both know this will end in blood," Minho drawls from where he lounges on the cold ground of his cell. He's speaking to Jisung, the guard that's been stationed to him for the duration of his stay in the royal cells. He wasn't much younger then Minho, but his large prey like eyes gave way to how sheltered the boy had been. Barely had time to see anything in the world.

By the age of Twenty-Eight, Minho had sailed across the ocean and visited hundreds of ports. He'd lain siege to dozens of ships, boarding them to loot, and killing anyone that dare get in his way. Minho was Captain of a crew that would stand by him through anything, all loyal and willing to die under him if they must.

That was until the Royal Guard arrested him in a back alley after they had pulled into port. Cornered like a rabid dog Minho hadn't gone down without a fight. His sword ran through at least three of the men, bringing them to their death there in that alley before they were able to get a solid grip on him.

It had taken three full grown men to still him. They had paraded him through the streets to the castle doors where he had been thrown to the ground across from the kings thrown. He took out another four men in that room before leaving a large gash over the King's right eye.

"No it doesn't," Jisung answers him softly, his eyes flicking between Minho and down the hall where other guards were leading a patrol.

"Yes it does," Minho says, voice firm. His eyes stay locked to Jisung's face, the boy visibly squirming under the gaze even after so many weeks together.

Jisung's eyes snap back to Minho, holding steady against his own for the first time since they met. "No. It doesn't."

It's later that evening after a meal is fed to both Jisung and Minho that Jisung speak again. "Being positioned here is a prison sentence in itself." Minho stayed silent, watching the boy as he picked at the porridge he had been fed. "I don't get to leave either, just the illusion that I can." The boy is standing and bringing his meal to Minho, a beef stew with real bread that Minho can smell from across the room. "I'll see light the day you're taken to be hanged, then stuffed back down here with some other poor soul." He slides his full tray over to Minho, sitting on the ground across from the bars.

Minho moves slowly, till he can pull the tray into his own reach. The stew is still steaming and the first bite has a moan escaping his throat. He eyes Jisung carefully as he eats, trying to figure out what the boy is planning because he is planning something. Jisung stares off with his eyes glazed over down the long corridor.

It's after their trays are taken away for the evening when Jisung knows they will not be visited again that he speaks. "We're getting out of here," he says, twisting the key in Minho's cell lock. "Your ship still sits in the harbor, but none of your crew have been brought in." He quickly moves to a trunk in the corner, pulling out cloaks for them both to wear. Jisung sheds his plated armor, stashing it under the hard mattress he'd been sleeping on for years. Minho's eyes traced down his back, snagging on Jisung's waist. He steps carefully, bringing a hand up to rest on his waist, holding firm in it's spot as he reaches around to grab a knife from the chest Jisung is digging in.

And just for once, Twilight doesn’t want to lie.

Trigger Warning:

Mention of death, casualties. Not too graphic, but better safe than sorry

(AO3)

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Twilight came home tired and weighed with guilt. His latest mission took casualties. He’d done his mission goals just fine, but he didn’t manage to stop the kid from being a victim.

"Benjy? You okay, bud?" Daniel asked the little curly haired toddler that seemed to be following him around like a little shadow. The shyest of the Italiano triplets let out a soft noise and held out his chubby little arms for a snuggle. Daniel lifted his little nephew up, carrying him back from where he had been checking on the sheep in their pen.

Lando and Michael were away for a day, and the 3 2-year olds were now in Dan and Max's care together with their own army of little ones. Ariana and Olivia were entertained by the full girl pack, but Benjy seemed a little unsure.

"Want momma and daddy..." Benjy sniffled, tucking his face in Dan's neck. It was pretty hot that day, but it didnt seem to stop the little pup from wanting snuggles. Daniel rumbled softly at the little one, bringing him back into the house. Max looked up from where he was covered in little girly pups, while Noah was fussing over a tiny nest he had started to practise on making.

"Are you okay, kleintje?" Max asked little Benjamin, holding out his arms for him and letting Daniel place the little one in his arms, Max cradling him gently and rocking him as large tears started to roll down Benjy's cheeks. Daniel stayed crouched in front of them, while the little girls, who had been playfighting and giggling, calmed and all crowded around too, Ariana and Olivia whining worriedly at their little brother.

"Want momma and daddy!" Benjy repeated, hicupping a bit and rubbing at his eyes. Max cooed sofly, continuing to rock him and Daniel rumbled up at the pups, calling Noah over too and tugging him into his side so they were all cuddled around Benjy.

"Momma and daddy will be back in just a few hours." Max soothed gently, kissing Benjy's messy curls. Benjy whined softly.

"Want them now!" he sniffled. Ariana and Olivia crawled on Max's lap now too, snuggling close to their brother and seeming to get a little teary eyed now as well.

Daniel looked at Noah, nudging him and wiggling his eyebrows, and Noah perked up.

"Pillow fort time!" he squealed, pulling along some of the girls to where he had been working on his nest. Daniel grinned after him, and helped Benjy off Max's lap so he could toddle along after them, looking a little less sad himself.

"You are such a wonderful dad." Max cooed at Daniel, clutching his face between his hands to press a soft kiss to Dan's lips. Daniel hummed, kissing back softly.

Drabble

Thor x Reader

Word Count: 340

Summary: getting back into the dating game is no fun. Thankfully your friend is there to listen.

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Thor chuckled as you dropped your head back onto the couch he had helped move in for you. "Tell me that again?"

"THOR!" you cried in exasperation, gripping the beer bottle in hand. "It's not funny!!"

Aurora se pone de puntillas para besar al hombre del que lleva toda la vida enamorada. Las manos de Antonio se cierran en torno a su cintura atrayéndola más cerca, casi como si no pudiese creer que por fin estaban juntos. Por fin, después todo lo que habían pasado, por fin el mundo les permitía ser felices. Apenas podían creérselo, que en su loca carrera de ellos contra el mundo hubiesen podido vencer al mundo. 

- ¿Estás segura de esto? 

Aurora menea la cabeza luciendo fastidiada, sus rizos negros bamboléandose de un lado para otro, Antonio siempre tan caballero, pensó la morena. 

-Nada ni nadie va a impedir lo nuestro ¿vale? Estoy dispuesta a luchar si tu lo estás. 

Las manos de ambos se entrelazan en una promesa de permanecer juntos, de no dejar que nada ni nadie les derribe, no cuando por fin pueden contar con el otro, no cuando por fin tienen una oportunidad.

“John,” Flintgasped, fingers tightening around Silver’s hair.

“Don’t,” Silversaid roughly. “Don’t talk. If you talk…it’s real…”

Flint stared at himfor a moment then dragged him back, pressing their mouthstogether. His fingers left Silver’s hair to tug at his shirt insteadand Silver pulled back enough to tug it over his head and throw itaway, reaching for Flint’s shirt a moment later.

“This is real,” Flint said then, stopping Silver’s hands on his shirt. “This is really and I need you to see that. I need you to be here right now, not wherever you are in your head.”

Silver bit his lip, allowing his eyes to blink open as he stared at Flint. 

The cabin was silent around them, the ship deserted except for a few men on night watch. They were anchored well out of range of the Nassau fort’s guns, and everything was quiet, calm. Except for them. They were holding each other tightly, their breathing ragged and their eyes wide and shining in the darkness. Silver had been about to leave the cabin when Flint had caught his wrist and tugged him close, kissing him deeply. He’d responded after a moment, screwing his eyes shut and stumbling back until his back hit the wall, Flint’s body pressed up against him and his hands everywhere.

“What if I can’t believe it’s real?” Silver whispered, looking away. 

“Why wouldn’t you believe it’s real?” Flint asked, his voice softer than he perhaps planned. He wasn’t used to seeing Silver unsure of himself to this extent. 

“It can’t be real…if it’s not real then it doesn’t have to hurt when it’s…when it’s not enough,” Silver said, pushing at Flint and trying to get him to move away. Flint didn’t move, instead running his hand up Silver’s arm to cup his cheek and force him to meet his eyes.

“John, this is real. I want everything, I want to give you everything,” he said quietly, finding that just because he hadn’t thought of the words before didn’t make them any less true. 

“I…”

“Please,” Flint whispered. “Trust me.”

Silver swallowed, then nodded almost imperceptibly. 

It seems so odd, the moments when the little one is asleep. She's not trashsing about and wanting the robot for every little thing. it seems she needs something every two nano seconds. She would be a bother to everyone else within ten mintues. However, to Muthur shes an angel. A blessing sent from above, Muthur loves her more then her own life. More then anything, she would do anything for that little ball of sunshine.

Muthur is reading for now, its what she does to keep herself distracted. The quiet drives her crazy, well it would if she had a mind to lose. She's a robot, but the quiet does really get on her nerves. She's use to noise, thats something she enjoys. She enjoys Eva's high pitched voice and her feet pounding against the floor, Muthur wouldn't trade these things for anything in the world.

Cadmus, what do you want with her? Muthru thought.

The one man that created both of them, what does he gain from making all of these clones? This is the ninth one, Muthru hates the idea of him using Eva. Why? Shes a child! Why does he need a child to save the world? What happeend to this planet to where he needs to do this stuff? If he hurts her...

"Muthru!" Cried out that little voice.

Muthru felt her circits jolt up;  did something happen? The robot moved as fast as she could and charged into Eva's room to see her crying, she was sitting up. Her sobs were heart breaking.

But she was okay.

"Whats wrong my child?" Muthru asked.

"I had a nightmare...." Eva mumbled.

Eva then opened her arms to which Muthru took the child in her arms.

"I..... drempt that you weren't here. I was all alone, I called your name but you never came. No matter how much i cried you didn't come. I.... thought you left me."

"I see."

"Muthur...." Eva sobbed, "W-Would you ever leave me?"

"No, Eva. Never, I'm going to stay right here and be with you forever."

"Promise?"

"I promise." Muthru stated.

"Muthru.... I love you."

Muthru's circits jolted again for a quick second.

"I.... I know im tough to handle but-"

Muthru held the little girl tighter, "you aren't tough to handle, you're the best thing to ever happen to me. I love you too Eva. You're my daughter and nothing will ever change that. I will be by your side forever."

the robot heart Eva chucke, "Good."